Camilla’s POVSomething felt… different.The searing flames that had once been licking at my skin earlier now felt like a warm, comforting embrace. “Wake up,” a familiar voice urged, though it sounded oddly distant, like it was coming from the end of a tunnel.“Camilla.”My eyes snapped open with a gasp, and I immediately looked around, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. The room spun, and I struggled to make sense of what was happening. “Camilla.”The voice came again, and I forced myself to focus. My gaze landed on Diana, who was staring at me from across the room.“Diana?” I croaked, confusion lacing my voice. My eyes trailed down to see her hands bound in heavy chains. Panic flared in my chest, and I instinctively tugged at my own hands, realizing with horror that I too was in the same position.“Why… why are we chained up?” I asked, my voice trembling. But Diana didn’t answer; her eyes were fixed on my face as if she were seeing a ghost. “Diana?” I called again, more urgently
Camilla’s POV“You fell over the waterfall, and it was all my fault. I took you there.” I closed my eyes as tears streamed down my cheeks.“No,” I whispered, my lips trembling.“Yes. Your name was Nia, and you are my sister,” she pressed, and I opened my eyes to look at her.It all made sense now. I never belonged to Green Hill Pack—I was never born there, and that was one of the reasons I was an outcast. I remembered living in the omegas' hall all my life. I didn’t have a family to go to, except for a woman, Willow, who would come to check up on me every now and then. She had told me that she found me washed up at the Pack's lake, and the only memory I had was that of waking up in the hospital as a six-year-old child.I took in a shaky breath and stared up at the ceiling. “Oh, goddess,” I whispered, then looked at Diana. “I have a family…. You’re my sister,” I choked, and a smile spread across her lips.“I was never able to live with myself. I hated myself that I was the reason you w
Seth’s POVI pulled out the burner phone from my pocket and looked at the time. It read 9:10 p.m., and I knew that those men would soon be here. I had masked my scent by rubbing a few wild cranberries that I found. I sat down on the branch of a tree as I waited for them to come.It wasn’t long before I heard the sound of a car and inched closer to get a good look, but I still couldn’t see them. It stopped just right under the tree, and two men came out of the vehicle.“I don’t know about this, Luca,” one of the men said with a sigh. “Doc mustn't find out what we’re doing.” He added, and the other—Luca—came next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.“Come on, Cole, relax. Doc's busy with his perfect toys to work on, and we’re just going to have some fun with her. When was the last time you let off some steam?” Luca joked, then took out a similar phone that rested in my back pocket.“Where’s Marcus?” Luca muttered and stepped away from the other man, Cole.I knew this was my chance,
Camilla’s POV“Seth?” I whispered, staring at the man through the brown curtains of my hair, standing on the other side of the metal bars, as if he were a ghost.He fumbled with the keys until he found the right one, unlocking the door. Seth rushed to my side, knelt down, and cupped my cheeks.“Camilla,” he breathed my name, while I shook my head, still trying to make sense of what was happening.“How—how did you find me?” I asked as he stood and examined the chains holding my hands.“Shit, Camilla. I’d love to explain, but there’s no time.” He hissed as his fingers brushed against the chains.“They’re made of silver,” I rasped, wincing. Seth stepped back and drew a gun from his hip.“Seth, wh—” My words were cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot. The chains clattered to the ground, severed in the middle, freeing me, though the broken links still hung from my wrists.Seth grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet and leading me out of the cell. “We have to get out of here before the
Camilla's POV Home. Something I thought I would never get to see again. I never knew how long I had been held in that cell. Seth and I were in the pack’s hospital, with Alpha Zane and his Luna in the room with us. My blood sample had been taken for tests after I told them about the weird experiment that had been done to me. I didn’t have any wounds on me, save for the cuts on my arm and the redness from the chains that had held me up. “Oh, Camilla. How are you holding up?” Luna Ava asked. I blinked up at her from where I lay on the bed and tried to offer her a smile, but I just couldn’t. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to pretend to be fine.” I closed my eyes and released a shaky breath. When I turned to my right, Seth’s eyes were on me, watching me with a frown. “I’ll inform the federal werewolf government about this new location,” Alpha Zane said, fishing out his phone. I frowned at his words. What did he mean by ‘new’? But before I could ask, the door creaked open an
Camilla's POVI lay on the bed in the spare guest room that Tracey had so nicely given me. I tossed on the bed, finding it hard to go to sleep. With a deep sigh, I rolled off the bed, left the room, and found my way downstairs to the kitchen.I took a glass and poured myself some milk, but as I brought it to my lips, I heard a voice say, "What are you doing here?"I turned around, the rim of the glass still resting on my lips, and saw Tracey standing behind me with her hands crossed.I raised the glass of milk. "I was thirsty," I said.Tracey shook her head and pulled her dark braids over her shoulder while taking a step forward. "You know what I'm talking about. What are you doing in my home?"I frowned at her words. "Because Seth wants me here," I said, already feeling my anger rising.Tracey chuckled at my words, stepped even closer to me, and took the glass from my hand, placing it on the island. "No one wants you here. Not me, not my son, and soon Seth will realize it too."I gri
Camilla POVI felt out of place here.The house was buzzing with guests for Jorge’s birthday, and though the atmosphere was lively, I couldn’t shake the weight of eyes on me. Judging, whispering. I knew they must be wondering what I was doing here, or maybe they already knew about Seth and me.Worse yet, I could hear whispers—whispers about how I’d been kidnapped and experimented on. How did so many people know already? I’d only just returned yesterday.“Camilla.”Luna Ava’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. A familiar face. I smiled despite myself, feeling a flicker of ease.“Hi, Luna,” I greeted her, trying to muster warmth.She waved her hand dismissively, a soft smile on her face. “Oh, please, we’re past the formalities now. Just call me Ava.”She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “How are you holding up? Things must be really tense…” Her words trailed off as she glanced toward Seth and Tracey, who stood hand in hand with their son.My heart clenched painfully at the sight
Seth’s POV“Seth, people are watching,” Camilla said softly. Even though I tried to brush it off, the tension twisted in my gut.“It’s your son’s birthday,” she added before walking away. I wanted to follow her, but tiny hands tugged at mine. I looked down to see Jorge’s beaming eyes staring up at me.“Daddy, it’s time for cake,” he said, pulling me toward the crowd.Tracey appeared at my side as people gathered around us, singing the birthday song for Jorge. I scooped him into my arms, and when Tracey placed her hand on my shoulder, the knot in my chest tightened.“You couldn’t wait until after our son’s birthday to suck your mate’s face?” she hissed in my ear. My grip on Jorge tightened, but I forced a smile as he bounced in my arms.“Not now, Tracey,” I muttered through clenched teeth, trying to keep up appearances as the song ended.“Yeah, you should have thought of that,” she shot back as the crowd erupted into applause and the cake was cut.“Happy birthday, Jorgy!” Luna Ava cooe
Camilla’s POVThe day I left the hospital, everything felt different—brighter, sharper, as if the world had come into focus for the first time in weeks. Maybe it was the absence of pain, or maybe it was because I hadn’t been outside in so long. Either way, something had shifted, both inside and out.Seth drove in silence, his fingers drumming on the wheel like they always did when something was on his mind. The space between us was heavy, thick with all the things we hadn’t said. Ever since the fight with Tracey at the cliff where he had revealed what he did, I had been there—we hadn’t spoken about it but it was lurking just beneath the surface. I knew we’d get to it eventually. We always did.When we pulled into the driveway, the house was quiet. Jorge had passed out on the couch, his book still open, while Lucien was curled up in his crib, breathing softly. Seeing them like that, touched by everything we’d been through, made my chest ache. How could they look so peaceful when our wo
Camilla’s POVBeep. Beep. Beep.I wanted to block it out, but the sound grew louder, drilling into my mind.Beep. Beep. Beep.I wished it would stop.Beep. Beep—My eyes fluttered open, and the sudden brightness hit me hard. The light was too harsh, too familiar, pulling me back to memories of the first time. The first time I had met my mate."Camilla?"That voice. I knew that voice. The first time he'd said my name, I’d been here, in a hospital bed, just like now. A hand slipped into mine, warm and steady. Sparks danced up my skin, and I turned my head toward him, blinking to clear the haze. Seth’s face came into focus, his eyes wide, hollow, like he’d seen a ghost. Maybe he had. My brain was sluggish, working overtime to piece together why I was here.“Oh goddess... you’re awake... you’re really awake,” he whispered, his hand squeezing mine before he pulled away. I heard him talking, probably calling the doctors, but I couldn’t focus on his words. I wanted answers.When he came ba
Dear readers, in this chapter, you’ll experience flashbacks moving between the past and present. The point of view will also shift between Seth and Tracey throughout, so keep an eye on who’s narrating as the story unfolds.Seth’s POV- The pastSeven years ago.It was on the night when Zane was going to be appointed the new Alpha of the pack and my father would be handing over his role as Delta to me. That was when I first laid my eyes on her.She was beautiful… breathtaking. I was just twenty three years when I met her and we had ran together… I felt connected to her almost like she was my mate.I couldn’t find her after the run that night and it felt like my heart had been shattered. I didn’t even get her name.“Hey!” A female voice snapped as I bummed into her as I rushed to Alpha Zane’s office to inform him of the visitors we were having.My eyes met with who it was and my breath hitched. It was her… the female that I had ran with. The female I couldn’t stop thinking about.“It’s
Tracey’s POVWe were in the old wrecked cottage where Lucius had once chained Camilla, a place that still reeked of mildew and memories of the past. Dust clung to every surface, and the broken windows let in the cold autumn air, making the walls groan as if they, too, could sense the danger. I stood at the threshold, watching them—my child, Jorge, and that… that filthy woman’s boy. Lucien. I could see the way Jorge had wrapped himself around the brat, shielding him from me as though I was the monster here.As if that little parasite deserved his protection.Jorge’s eyes met mine for a brief moment before he turned his face away, his lips trembling. His hands tightened around Lucien, and the sight only made my blood boil. That was supposed to be us. Jorge, me and Seth, a family. But she had taken everything from me.“What is it, Jorge? Don’t you want to be with me again?” I took a step forward, my voice soft yet dangerous.He shook his head, his brown curls bouncing slightly, and I cou
Seth’s POVMy whole body was humming with anger, anxiety, and fear. Damn it, I had thought she’d come for me, that Tracey’s obsession would be aimed solely at making me pay. But no, she hadn’t gone after me directly—she’d gone after our children. She had taken the boys to lure both Camilla and me into her twisted trap.I kept clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to focus on anything other than the gnawing pit in my stomach. The fear was crawling through me like a sickness. And right now, the worst part was the waiting. We were still stuck here at the hospital, waiting to hear from the doctors about Ava. We couldn’t even leave to start looking for Jorge and Lucien. Every minute felt like a lifetime.Camilla sat next to me, staring at the wall. Her legs bounced on the floor, Ava’s daughter, Fiona sleeping on her lap, her eyes were wide, and they were bloodshot. She hadn’t said a word since we’d arrived at the hospital. Hell, I hadn’t known what to say either. What could I even say
Camilla’s POV“Where’s the piñata?” I yelled over the loud music blasting from the speakers. The air was filled with the scent of sugar and sunscreen, and the laughter of children echoed all around. I had a juice box in one hand and a crying Lucien in the other. My eyes darted around, scanning the crowd for any sign of Seth, who was supposed to bring the piñata about fifteen minutes ago.The juice box slipped from my fingers, splattering onto the ground, and I muttered a curse under my breath. I barely managed to avoid colliding with a guest, offering a hurried apology before continuing my search for Seth. Lucien started to wriggle in my arms, his tiny fists pounding against my chest, clearly wanting to get down. The music, the heat, and the noise were all starting to overwhelm me.“Oh goodness… Ava!” I called out, spotting her across the yard. She was chatting with some of the other moms, her hand resting protectively on her baby bump. Another baby cooking inside of her. She looked
Camilla’s POVI could hear the soft creak of the door opening, and I turned around just in time to see Seth walking in. His shoulders slumped down in a way that sent a chill through me. Something was off, something was wrong.My stomach twisted as I frowned, hurriedly turning off the stove before pulling the apron from around my neck. I tossed it aside, my movements slower than usual as I approached him. My eyes scanned his face, taking in the exhaustion etched into every line. His eyes... they were red—bloodshot, almost like he’d been crying. But when I looked deeper, it wasn’t tears. No, it was something worse. He had been thinking, too much.“Oh, no,” I whispered, feeling my breath hitch in my chest. I reached him and cradled his face between my hands, my thumbs brushing softly over the stubble on his jaw. “Seth, what’s wrong?”His forehead met mine, and his eyes closed for just a moment, as if gathering whatever strength he had left. “We might want to sit down for this,” he mutter
Seth’s POVI couldn’t tell Camilla the truth. I couldn’t tell her that I’d seen someone that night.No, something.I wasn’t imagining it. I wasn’t going crazy. That much I knew for sure. Whatever it was, it had to be real.“We can’t keep doing this, Seth.” Landon’s voice broke through the silence. I hadn’t even heard him coming out of the woods, but there he was, joining me at the cliff’s edge. The same cliff where it had happened—where Tracey and Lucius had fallen.“I know.” The words felt hollow. What else could I say?“It’s been months,” Landon reminded me as he came up beside me, his eyes tracing the same path mine had followed a thousand times—down to the waterfall that disappeared into nothingness below. “They couldn’t have survived that.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper.I stared down, my chest tightening. “No, Landon. I saw something. The eyes of a wolf.” I began pacing, unable to stand still, my thoughts chasing each other like prey. “It’s been haunting me. Every day, e
Camilla’s POVNothing in this world could take away my smile or happiness. All my problems had been washed down the river—literally.I pointed to a long, flowery wedding dress, its soft lace catching the light just right in the picture book. “Oh, look at this one! It’s perfect,” I said, unable to hide the excitement bubbling up inside me.Caroline, sitting beside me, gave a soft smile, nodding. “Yeah, it’s beautiful, Luna,” she said in her usual respectful tone.I waved her off, leaning back into the couch behind me, a playful smile creeping across my face. “Please, drop the ‘Luna’ already,” I teased. I knew it was second nature to her by now, but it still felt strange sometimes.She smiled back, a bit awkwardly, not quite sure what to say. Even though we were close, she couldn’t fully shake the formalities.The wedding date had been set, and it was coming fast. Two weeks after the boys’ birthday, which meant I had only three weeks to prepare for the ceremony. Three short weeks to pla