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Emily's POVI was so scared when Ethan dropped the news about Zoey being a witch, but I was even more terrified when I witnessed her raising a ball in the air. What?!!Zoey is only six. Usually, werewolves don't develop any form of ability until they get their wolves, which happens when they turn sixteen. So, it’s shocking to see a six-year-old practicing magic. Her parents must have been incredibly powerful witches.“Where are Isla and the other kids?” I asked Ethan when I realized I hadn’t seen Midrar or Leo. Isla took the three kids to the airport to welcome Ethan home, but he came back with only Zoey.“I thought they’d come up here with us, but I guess they wanted to stay in the car. Leo and Midrar have been going back and forth about something, though I’m not sure what,” he said.“Zoey’s case aside for now, we have other matters to attend to,” Ethan said, his expression turning serious. I guessed this had something to do with his trip to Italy.“What’s up?” I asked.“Let me start
Aiden's POVI exited the airport checkpoint in Paris and started looking around for Lucy. In one corner of the lounge, I found her holding a welcome sign with "Welcome to Paris" written on it. She waved at me, smiling as I made my way towards her. I couldn’t help but notice how malnourished she looked. Her petite frame seemed even smaller and skinnier than it used to be. I never liked her mate, and I was so against it when she decided to move with him to Paris, but of course, she wanted to follow her mate. I suspected something foul was going on, but I wasn’t ready to push it just yet.After I sort out my issues with Alpha Ethan, I’m going to find out what’s up with her. It had better not be that he’s laying his filthy hands on my sister. When I reached her, she hugged me so tightly that I had to tap her back to let me breathe. These tight hugs were Lucy’s way of telling me she was scared.I could sense the tension in her. My Alpha instincts are never wrong, but I decided not to push i
Lucy's POVI quietly opened the door to my home with a racing heart. The weight of the tension between me and my mate, Alenjro, was suffocating. This had always been the atmosphere whenever I went anywhere and returned late. I had been so restless while I was with Aiden because I knew I was already running late. I didn’t want Aiden to find out about what was going on between me and Alenjro, especially since they had clashed in the past.Alenjro wasn’t always like this. When we met, he was the sweetest. He had shown me love and affection, but in the last three years, he had become obsessed with having a pup. His friends always teased him that he would have to submit to me because I am an Alpha, and I feel like those are the things that made him feel inferior. He had been on edge for months now, and the last thing I needed was another confrontation.As I stepped inside, the living room was dimly lit, but Bri, my wolf, picked up the shadowy figure of Alenjro sitting in the armchair near t
Aiden's POVGustavo stepped out of the black SUV first, his sharp suit glinting in the mid-morning light. He opened the car door for me, I adjusted the cufflinks on my tailored navy blue suit. The crisp white shirt beneath and the dark vest hugged my broad body, which emphasized my power and stature as an Alpha. My hair was neatly slicked back and was still slightly damp from the shower I had taken earlier to clear my mind. Today is a big day.The Roux Alphas are crucial to the new alliances I sought to forge, and as business dominated my thoughts, there was an undercurrent of anticipation—one tied to a deep, painful yearning. Emily Roux Moreau, I thought. I knew she couldn’t be Shenaya, yet I couldn’t stop myself from wishing otherwise. Seven years had passed since I lost her. Seven years of regret and sleepless nights haunted by her scent, her face, and her fiery spirit that I had been too blind to cherish.A man approached me, he was dressed in black slacks and a charcoal shirt that
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
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
Shenaya's POVThe days he dragged on with an ache that settled deep into my bones. Every morning, I woke in an empty bed, my hand instinctively reaching out to the space Aiden should have filled but he wasn’t there. He was in a coma, lying in the infirmary, his once formidable strength now silent and still. The doctor had said his wolf, Smoke, had sacrificed himself to save Aiden’s human side. The blow was heavy, but I knew it was what Smoke would have wanted—to keep Aiden here with me, even if only in part. But without his wolf, Aiden was more vulnerable than ever, and the emptiness gnawed at me with each passing day.My, Lily, had fallen silent in grief, her sorrow mingling with my nominee's loss of her mate had hit her hard, and now, in the long hours I spent patrolling the pack grounds and handling pack business, I felt her absence as acutely as Aiden’s.In Aiden’s stead, I had taken charge of the pack, managing the day-to-day challenges of leadership while also keeping a wary eye
Shenaya's POVThe early morning light fell like a soft blanket over the Crescent pack’s territory. Dew clung to the grass, shimmering under the sunlight, as though the earth was dressed in celebration of our wedding day. Today, I was marrying Aiden, my Alpha, best friend, and partner in fierce and fragile love.I could feel the energy in the air as the whole pack bustled with preparations. I spent the morning getting ready, surrounded by close friends, family, and members of the pack who all wore excited smiles as they darted around to help, offering me congratulations and teasing glances. The field we had chosen as our wedding site was dressed in rows of pristine white chairs, lined up in front of a wooden podium decorated with garlands of roses, lilies, and green ivy. My heart felt full, overwhelmed with love and gratitude for everyone who had come. Even Skylar, Aiden’s former mate and my one-time enemy, was here today, holding her daughter Zoey’s hand, standing in the crowd with a
LUCY'S POVThe stench of fear mixed with the sharp tang of silver and wolfbane, permeated the dungeon. Darkness wrapped itself around the cold stone walls, and Alenjro’s muffled gasps for air echoed within. The silence in between each scream was thick, and heavy with the weight of what was unsaid. I could hear him attempting to hold back his agony, but it was useless. His control shattered each time I pressed the searing iron that was already wrapped in wolfbane vines, against his skin. “Ahhhh!” Alenjro’s scream filled the room again, slicing through the air, raw and broken. A satisfying chill crawled up my spine as I watched his body convulse against the restraints, his skin blistering from the poison.When his scream died down to a low moan, he lifted his head, eyes glazed with defiance but flecked with terror.“Do you think this will erase what you are?” he spat, a mocking tone laced with an undertone of pain. “Do you think it’ll change the fact that your ‘precious’ son was father
Aiden's POVThe last few months had been surprisingly peaceful like the universe had finally gifted us a rare break from chaos. Shenaya and I had settled into a new rhythm here in Rome, a blend of family life and preparations for the wedding. Zoey had been making incredible strides in her training with Skylar, who surprisingly had shown genuine dedication and care for her daughter. Twice a week, Skylar would bring Zoey back to Shenaya and me, letting us have family time before Zoey returned to her lessons. Our daughter was stronger, and more in control, and I knew we had Skylar to thank for that.Meanwhile, Shenaya had thrown herself into plans for her new brand, hoping to establish it here in Rome now that we’d decided to build our lives here. Though she’d already given me her heart and allowed me to mark her, I felt the need to make things official. I wanted her as my wife, not just my mate, and she deserved to be given that choice. So, a few weeks ago, I’d proposed, and now Shenaya