Aiden's POVAiden’s POVThe weight of the past few days remained in the air, unresolved like some storm that I couldn’t dismiss. It was all weird – Skylar returned, got to Zoey, and told her she was her mother, the pack looking unsafe. Shenaya had barely left Zoey’s side, and even when she did for a little bit, she was overly cautious for the fear that Skylar might come through the portal and find her at night.I couldn’t blame her.This means that we had been operating on adrenalin for weeks, with little sleep and lots of anxiety. The witch—the very one who has tormented me in the past, is back, actively messing with our lives.I glanced at the clock. It was already dead in the night, and I thought to get some rest, but something in me told me I needed to go and see Shenaya in the pups' room. Even though I knew they would be fast asleep by now, I still wanted to check and be sure.The whole mansion was quiet except for the faint sound of the guards moving around the perimeter of the
Shenaya' POVI blinked myself awake slowly, realizing I was lying on the soft surface of Zoey’s small bed. It was early morning, and even the curtains did not let much sunlight in the room. So, as soon as I managed to open my eyes and look around, memories of the horrifying events of last night came flooding in like a tsunami. Aiden said Zoey stood above me with a knife in her hands, her cleaver face looking like a different person than she isn’t. Picturing it alone gave me goosebumps. Instantly, I sat up, looking around frantically.Zoey wasn’t beside me.I looked in the direction of Leo’s bed across the room. It was Empty as well.Where were they?My heart was beating hard against my chest. Darker thoughts began to run through my head, and questions came to life: Did Skylar get to them while I was asleep? Could I be too tired to notice her slipping into the room?I slid off the bed, and the touch of the bare floor sent shivers through my feet. I needed to find them now. Something unu
Andrew’s POVI was standing at the side of the room looking at Aiden, and he was handcuffed and seated on a chair in the middle of a slightly dark room. Seeing him like that gave me a grim of satisfaction. He didn’t know how long I had waited for this moment. The great Alpha Aiden Caesar, currently tied and gagged right in front of me, could have no clue of just how much dominance I possessed.I gave a low chuckle, and Aiden pulled his head up. His eyes looked angry, bewildered, and perhaps scared a little. I couldn’t say.“Do you know who I am?” I asked, my voice laced with mockery.Aiden didn’t respond immediately, and his gaze locked on me as he tried to place my face. The anger in his eyes grew. I could see it dawning on him—realizing who I was.“Andrew,” he spat, “Shenaya’s friend. You traitorous snake.”I grinned at his words, crossing the room to stand before him. “Ah, so you do remember me. But I’m not just her friend, Aiden. I’m much more than that. You see, there’s somethin
Ethan’s POVI opened my eyes slowly and yawned, feeling the bright light that shined through the blinds entering the room. My phone buzzed from the bedside table, and I stretched out an arm and, with blinking eyes, tried to focus my gaze on the screen. A message from Aiden. Odd. We didn’t usually chat outside of pack business, but the following cryptic message caught my attention. It was a GPS location tracker linked to his phone.“What the hell...?” I muttered, sitting up. Why would Aiden send me his location? He will never run to me for personal help despite us being allies. My internal voice said something was not okay, and I sensed that my time to move on had not yet come. We were not close friends by any means, but because we began training partners, I had learned to think of him almost as more than a friend. Plus, I noticed that he and Shenaya had marked each other but were keeping it secret. Wolves like us could sense things like that.I didn’t waste any more time thinking. I g
When Lilah said she would take us to Andrew’s house after I explained the situation to her, my little spark of hope lit up. I didn’t feel right the moment we entered the house, and I had this strange intuition that something was wrong.The house was quiet as death, and now the door stood half-opened as if mocking us. We gingerly moved into the room, looking under tables and chairs and all around, hoping we could find something that would lead us to them. Unfortunately, nothing was found. The furniture was still the same, untouched, with the smell of Andrew’s cologne still pervading the room. He had been here recently.Ethan picked up a note that was lying on the kitchen counter. He unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words before handing it to me.I read it aloud, my voice hard as stone.*"I already got my woman and my daughter. Next is your pack, Aiden. Watch out for me. And as for Skylar, the only way you can get rid of her is if her body is burnt. Unless you do that, she is still co
Aiden's POVI stood at the edge of the training ground with every sense on high alert, my wolf, Smoke was pacing just beneath the surface. The air felt different, It was the kind of tension that reminded me of the ambush that had shattered my world seven years ago. Back then, I had been caught off guard, but not this time. This time, I was ready. I had prepared for this moment, for this war.I reached out with my senses, the familiar hum of Aunt Belle’s protective magic wrapping around my territory like an impenetrable shield. Her enchantments were powerful and ancient, and no magic could breach this place now. If Andrew thought he could sneak in with his usual tricks, appearing as his faceless shadow to strike from the darkness, he was in for a surprise. There would be no more ambushes. No more tricks.This time, it was blood for blood—life for life.As I turned to walk back toward my pack house, I felt the air shift again. A chill ran down my spine, but this time, it wasn’t fear; it
Andrew's POVThe cave was cold, damp, and barely lit, just like my mood. The rest of my wolves stumbled into the dark, hidden space, each of them tired and battered from the battle we barely survived. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me—some confused, some disappointed, others downright angry. Even I felt disoriented. This wasn’t the outcome I had anticipated. Aiden’s strength, I expected. But the complete magical lockdown of his territory? That was unexpected, and it caught me completely off guard. I should’ve known better. His aunt Belle was known for her abilities, but I had underestimated her influence.As my wolves settled in, licking their wounds both physical and mental, I retreated further into the cave toward the section I had claimed as my own—a hollowed-out room deep within, where I had kept Shenaya and Zoey. My heartbeat quickened as I neared the door, with adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the fight.Shenaya and Zoey were mine now, whether they like
Shenaya’s POVIt was clear that Andrew was afraid for his little life because of the way his round eyes seemed glued to Zoey as if she were some monster that had enticed him into a cage instead of a shy seven-year-old girl. The look on his face was too stunned for a man like Andrew, who was the worst of the worst, and I sat there absolutely stunned by the sheer aura Zoey had just released. Somewhere deep within me, I knew that Zoey has powers – or, at least, that there was something inside her that made me think so – but I did not expect her to be able to consciously use them so clearly and, perhaps, so dangerously.I moved closer to her as discreetly as I could. I felt like my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I lay on the floor, softly taking her tiny hand in mine as she trembled gently.“Zo, honey, how.. how did you do that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Zoey was just an innocent pup, but her eyes showed something far older than the rest of the pups around her.
Zoey's POV (10 years Later)Three years ago, everything changed. Everyone I knew got their wolves, a monumental rite of passage that marked the transition into adulthood for those of wolf blood. But for me, there was nothing—no surge of power, no howling spirit joining mine. The realization hit like a dagger to the chest: I was wolfless. I was sitting in front of the mirror while on the edge of my bed and could only see my reflection, candlelight started to flicker. My loose, thick, brown hair had fallen on my face framing it loosely, and my blue eyes gleamed fiercely, as they did when I was young. I became the most powerful witch in the entire region; a position that attracted both reverence and horror. But it wasn’t enough. My heritage lay heavily on my chest like a weight rapping me around the fingers that I was a witch – a witch whose blood ran thick with power. All charms, all enchantments, all lost sorcery of my forefathers was given to me in trust of the command. And yet, he
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the rolling hills surrounding our pack lands. It was one of those rare days when duty could wait, and family took precedence. Since Leo expressed his feelings about being overshadowed, Shenaya and I had made an unspoken vow to ensure our pups knew they were cherished. Today was about them, about us. A day without war councils, patrol strategies, or territorial disputes—just a family date to remind ourselves of the simple joys in life. I stood in the courtyard, watching as Shenaya helped Zoey into the wagon. The little girl’s laughter rang out as her mother tickled her sides, her bright blue eyes shimmering joyfully. Shenaya’s red hair glowed like fire under the sunlight, her smile more colorful than any star. "Papa, can I sit up front with you?" Leo’s voice broke my thoughts. I had to look at him, he had messy black hair, and he looked at me with anticipation and apprehension. Leo had been more open since our conversation, bu
Shenaya’s POVThe warm scent of vanilla and lavender filled my room as I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my navy blue dress. It was simple yet elegant, perfect for a family dinner. I glanced at the perfume bottle on the table and picked it up, I sprayed a bit more to mask my new scent. My hand lingered on my abdomen for a moment—a silent acknowledgment of the tiny life growing inside me. Today was special. Not just because I had something monumental to share about my career but because the second announcement would change everything for our family after going through so much chaos that could tear us all apart but we still stand tall regardless. The din of laughter and chatter greeted me before I even reached the dining area. The large room was alive with energy, the long oak table nearly groaning under the weight of plates and bowls of food. Isla and one of the Omegas were bustling about, adding finishing touches to the spreads, their faces glowing with pride at the beauti
LUCY'S POVThe cold, damp air of the dungeon wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, but I didn’t care. Not anymore. Alenjro was shackled to the stone wall, his once-proud figure reduced to a trembling heap. His screams had dulled into a low, guttural groan after hours of torment. I pressed the hot silver bar into his back once more, and the satisfying sizzle of his skin made me smile bitterly. "No matter how much torment you give me, you will never get your wolf back," he spat out, though his voice shook. I chuckled darkly, crouching down to meet his bloodshot eyes. "I would have left you," I said calmly, "but your mouth wouldn’t allow it. You’re not in the position to torment anyone right now." He glared at me, but the fire in his eyes had long since burned out. Good. He deserved every ounce of pain I gave him. Every scar. Every burn. Anika stirred faintly in the back of my mind. My wolf, my constant companion, had been silent for far too long. Alenjro’s betrayal had shatter
Skylar's POVI stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the Crescent Moon Pack grounds from the shadows. My heart was heavy with a weight I had carried for years—a burden born of betrayal, power, and regret. The whole betrayal thing had scarred me, it drove me to chase power to fill the void left. In the process, I had betrayed everyone, hurt Shenaya, and nearly destroyed everything I once held dear, just because of Andrew's fuel for power.I feel so lonely, I live in isolation, no one talks to me, and I live as a shadow that was why I insisted on having Zoey around. Deep down I want to have a purpose too, I wanted respect but all the power I possess right now keeps radiating without using it. Watching the Roux and the Casaer family from afar for years, I could see the consequences of my actions. Aiden was no longer the man I once wanted. Shenaya, his chosen Luna, had become the Alpha I never thought she could be, so strong, commanding, and loved by the pack. And I, a rogue in spir
Shenaya's POVThe air was thick with anticipation as I prepared for the journey that lay before me. Aunt Belle’s hut was filled with the scent of herbs, their pungent aroma lingered in the air as she arranged them into intricate patterns around a large circular tapestry. The room was very heavy with energy, the air tingled with the magic that would guide me to Aiden’s mind where I would search for his lost wolf and his broken memories.“Shenaya,” Aunt Belle said gently to balm against my frayed nerves, “I hope you still remember that this is not a physical Journey. It’s a journey within your mind. It's a place where memories are intertwined with emotions and spirit. I’ll be here to guide you, but only you can reach him.”I nodded slightly as I knelt on the tapestry, and my hand began to shake. My thoughts kept drifting to Aiden’s face, his empty eyes when they looked at me. His eyes used to be very warm whenever he looked at me but now they are filled with distance which I hate so muc
Aiden's POVThe sun was setting in faint, soft hues over the horizon, casting long shadows over Skylar’s garden. The fading light made the colors dimmer, the sky was heavier than usual. I sat under a tree, alone, lost in my thoughts, still feeling like a stranger within my own skin. I was near Skylar, my mate yet I felt hollow, like I was adrift, floating in a place I didn’t recognize, I recognized Skylar to be my mate but the emptiness I felt within me since the day I decided to follow her could not be comprehended. Her presence felt distant, as though I were standing in a foreign city, lost among faces that should have been familiar but weren’t.Memories flitted through my mind, strange and elusive. Images of Skylar were clear, I knew that we’d been through so much. I could recall being bonded to her, yet somehow, I felt as if someone else was missing, as if part of me was struggling to break free, to remember. Shenaya’s name floated to the surface of my thoughts, insistent, and wi
Shenaya’s POVI lay awake on my bed looking at the ceiling while the morning sun streamed through the curtains, I felt like I had no heart for it was overpowering me. Aiden had finally woken up after days of unconsciousness, but the man who opened his eyes wasn’t the one who had promised me forever. Now, it has been a week, which had been a week of empty sorrow and true suffering despite the fact that Aiden was alive. A week today he stared at me with that blank look on his face and then walked out with Skylar.I slid my hands along the edge of the bed where he once slept, and I suddenly realized there was no one. Aunt Belle had tried to reassure me, she tried explaining how Aiden’s memories had returned jumbled, woven with pieces of his past with Skylar. She’d assured me that the things he remembered doing with her were our memories, they were things he did with me, our moments but somehow, he saw Skylar’s face in them. I clung to that explanation, but it didn’t ease the ache. It did
Aiden's POVSlowly my lumbering eyelids dragged themselves apart and I stared at the harsh glare of the hospital ceiling light above. I could feel the slow pulse that spread dull and aching behind my eyes as if my very brain was aching with pain. My body finally responded, alert and rigid, as if the heavyweights of lead had draped around my bones and as a trial to flex my muscles, shooting spasms of lingering pain.The surroundings of the room were bleached and motionless, the steady sound of appliances providing me with a clear sensorium of time. For a moment, I understood that I was in a hospital, and while that much was clear, the why eluded me like a shadow that slipped across the grass just as one turned to pursue it. Something was amiss, there must have been a big hole in my head that I couldn’t locate or perhaps fill. Irritation started to build up beneath the thick layer of confusion when I tried to find something in my head that wasn’t there.Before I could breathe, thinking