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Emily's POVToday, I would face Aiden. I had mentally prepared myself for this moment. The moment of truth, where I have to face the man who had broken my heart into a million pieces and left me for dead, the father of my pup. I had no intention of letting emotions rule me or appear weak before him. I would stand tall, as Alpha Emily Roux Moreau, the Leader of the Rock Reel pack, not the stupid timid Omega he once knew.I got dressed for the occasion, exuding power and elegance. I made sure my black tailored suit, form-fitting and stylish, accentuated my curves, which stands as a reminder to me that I had evolved beyond the girl Aiden once discarded. The crimson blouse beneath the blazer added a fiery touch, as a symbol of my transformation from that fragile Omega to the Alpha I am now. My black stiletto heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I moved, announcing my presence with every step.I managed to convince Ethan to meet Aiden first and he agreed. He knew how important
Emily/Shenaya's POVAfter a long day roaming the streets of Paris with Andrew, we ended up at Lilah’s store, Eleven-Twenty-nine, for a quick break. Lilah had always been our friend, so it was easy to unwind there, chatting and sipping coffee. But the exhaustion of the day began to weigh on me, and I could barely keep my eyes open as Andrew offered to drop me off at the pack house. It was nothing unusual—Andrew had driven me home plenty of times—but tonight, there was a strange tension in the air.As we got into the car, silence filled the space between us. I rested my head against the window, the cool glass soothing my tired body. I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and forget everything that had happened today—especially Aiden.The silence lingered until Andrew’s voice sliced through it. “Do you know Verona in Italy?” he asked suddenly.I raised my brows, a little startled. “Yeah, why?”He kept his eyes on the road. “Have you ever been there?”“Sure,” I replied while I recalled
Andrew's POVMy foot pressed hard on the gas pedal as his black Lamborghini roared down the empty Parisian streets. My heart hammered in my chest, not from the speed, but from the surge of emotions that gripped me. Rejection, frustration, and fury. The one woman I had loved all my life had just pushed me away again, and to make matters worse, Aiden, the man I despised the most, was back in her life.My hands tightened around the steering wheel and my knuckles turned white as I recalled the conversation in the car. Emily’s eyes were soft yet distant had dismissed the promises we had made as pups. I took the promises we made seriously."Silly childhood promises," she had called them. How dare she? My mind flashed back to the years I had spent waiting, and hoping she would come to realize how much I loved her. I had been patient, I gave her time to heal and understand, but the return of Aiden made me realize that time was no longer on my side. Years ago, when I left Zoey on her doorstep,
Emily/Shenaya's POVI was sitting in the studio trying to get creative with designs, my studio was an elegant and modern space. Sunlight filtered through tall windows which illuminates the room with a golden glow. The whole place was filled with fabric materials and racks of my Sophisticated designs for the Upcoming Paris Fashion Week. As a top designer in Paris, nothing but the very best was expected from me, so I have been busy designing masterpieces all week. “You have a package,” Cynthia, my assistant’s voice brought me out of my creativity, her voice was bright but cautious“Package? From who?” I asked sharply. I raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. It could be Andrew or one of Ethan’s business partners trying to get into his good book.“From an anonymous source, ma’am,” Cynthia replied, holding out a bouquet of vibrant red roses, a box of chocolates, and an envelope.My eyes narrowed and I was excited to eat the chocolates. I grabbed the letter and opened it. My fingers start
Aiden's POV“Come to the estate tonight,” she finally said, standing up. “You can meet your son then.”Without another word, she turned and walked out of the café, her heels clicking loudly against the marble floor, leaving me to sit with the crushing reality of what I had lost. I knew I needed to be closer to Shenaya if I wanted to get forgiveness faster and I no longer wanted to miss any part of my son’s life. I need to talk to Ethan. I left and made my way to the pack house.My heart raced as I stood outside the pack house, staring at the sprawling estate in the distance. mind was buzzing with the whirlwind of revelations and emotions, a son I had never met, a woman I am still very much in love with, and the chaos my life had become since Skylar’s treachery. I shook my head, to clear my thoughts before walking into the pack house straight to Ethan’s office.I didn’t bother to knock. I just burst the door open to see Ethan sitting in his chair looking through some files. He raised hi
Aiden's POVThe morning sun had barely risen over the pack house when I joined the other warriors on the training field. I am still trying to get used to the routine, I am still adjusting to the strict discipline of the pack house, especially since Ethan made sure no one treated me differently. I was just like every other warrior here, and no one knew I was an Alpha. I was simply part of the drill like everyone else, I live in the Omega quarters with the Omegas which irritates Smoke a lot but we had to do this for Crescent Pack, Leo, and most importantly Shenaya.The field was buzzing with warriors filled with energy and ready to train. I could feel the anticipation in the air, and as the morning drill began, I realized the reason behind the anticipation. Ethan was leading the drill personally instead of Lucas, his Beta.Ethan’s presence was formidable despite his slightly slimmer frame. He looked lean, almost fragile, but his reputation as a fighter was well-known.In my one week of s
Shenaya/Emily's POVI woke up with a sense of purpose today, I had decided to forgo my usual duties as a fashion designer and focus on my responsibilities as an Alpha considering it’s been a long time since I last did a critical investigation on the activities going on in the pack and since we have strangers in our pack recently, I needed to make sure the pack was functioning as it should. I wanted to be sure that no part of my pack’s life was overlooked be it the hospital or the school, everything had to be in order.My first stop was the pack hospital, where I checked in on the sick ones to ensure that the nurses and healers were doing their jobs. Then, I moved to the school to watch the pups in training and absorb how their wolf instincts were being nurtured. Finally, I made my way to the training grounds, where the warriors sharpened their skills under Ethan’s leadership.As I approached the field, I saw the warriors lined up, preparing for a match. My gaze zeroed in on Aiden and E
Aiden's POVIt was a quiet evening, my head was banging so I felt like I should step out of the kind where the air hung still, with only the occasional rustle of leaves breaking the silence. I walked alone with clouded thoughts, heavy with everything that had transpired since I came to Rock Reel Pack. I decided to walk around the estate since it was late and I wasn’t going to be allowed to enter without their Alphas' permission. I saw a figure walking slowly ahead of me and I froze when I realized who it was.It was Shenaya.She was looking up at the sky, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I hesitated, not sure if I should approach or turn back, but fate had other plans. As I shifted my weight, the gravel underfoot crunched loudly, making her spin around in surprise.“Aiden?” her voice was soft. I could listen all day.“Shenaya… didn’t expect to see you out here this late.” I was caught off guard, so I offered her a half-smile.Shenaya tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and s
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