SETH’S POVLucien’s cries pierced the night, and I jolted awake, the baby monitor lighting up beside me. Beside me, Camilla stirred, her soft breaths breaking. I shifted to kiss the back of her neck, whispering, “I’ll check on him.” She murmured something in response as I slipped from the bed, grabbing my discarded boxers from the floor.The nursery was dim, the soft light of the moon casting shadows over the crib where Lucien lay. His tiny face was scrunched up in distress, his cries echoing in the quiet. I picked him up, pacing back and forth, humming softly, trying to calm him. His weight against my chest brought a familiar ache. I missed Jorge with an intensity that always caught me off guard. When I divorced Tracey, I vowed I would fight to get Jorge back. I wouldn’t let him slip away from me.Lucien’s cries slowly subsided, his breaths evening out. I smiled down at him, brushing my thumb over the small black birthmark just behind his ear. Gently, I laid him back in his crib, smo
Camilla’s POVThe emergency bunker was suffocating with fear. Mothers clung to their children, hushing cries with trembling hands. Only six guards stood at the double doors, their faces as tense as the rest of us. Ava was at my side, a beacon of calm amidst the chaos.The flickering yellow lights above us did little to ease the dread coiled in my chest. I tightened my grip on Lucien, pressing his tiny body closer to mine, as if I could shield him from the world.A woman broke through the huddled masses, desperation etched into her tear-streaked face. She grabbed Ava's hand, her voice a ragged whisper. “Luna, please help! My son… he’s still out there.”Ava’s gaze darted to the door, then back to the woman. “Please,” the woman begged again, her eyes wide with terror. “He’s only a little boy.”Ava hesitated for only a heartbeat before she stood, determination hardening her features. “What’s his name?”“Christian,” the woman choked out, hope flickering in her voice.Ava gave a firm nod. S
Camilla’s POVThe air was heavy in the bunker. Every breath felt thick, like the dust was trying to choke me, scraping the back of my throat raw. I could hear the distant hum of the emergency generators struggling to keep the bunker lit, their weak flicker casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. Both Lucien and Fiona’s cries sounded in my ears, a stark difference from the empty silence in my mind, but I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed, rooted to the spot as I realized I’d just done.“I…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.My hands shook uncontrollably, the gun still warm in my palm, smoke trailing lazily from the barrel. It slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a heavy thud, the sound bouncing through the bunker like an echo. It seemed louder than anything else—louder than the sobs of frightened mothers, louder than the cries of terrified children. Louder than my own ragged breathing.I looked down at Kyle’s body, his eyes open but glassy, the life gone from the
Camilla’s POVIt had been three days since they found Seth. Three long, unbearable days. The moment they dragged his unconscious body from the rubble, something inside me snapped. I stood frozen, watching as the paramedics worked to keep him alive, my heart throbbing hard against my chest. They said he was lucky to have survived the explosion. But lying there in that hospital bed, tubes and wires surrounding him, he didn’t look lucky. He looked like a ghost.Tracey had been by his side since they brought him in. She hadn’t left. And neither had Jorge, their four-year-old son. The sight of them together only twisted the knife deeper into my chest. I couldn’t be in the same room. I couldn’t stand the way she looked at me through the glass like I was the intruder, like I didn’t belong. But I knew the truth. And so did she.I was sitting just outside the hospital room, gripping the armrests of the uncomfortable plastic chair. The steady hum of the machines from Seth’s room blended with t
Camilla's POVAlpha had called for us—me, Seth, and… Tracey.It had been three weeks since Seth’s accident, three weeks since we defeated the Blue Moon Pack. By law, it now belonged to Green Hill Pack.I was seated next to Seth, with Lucien sleeping peacefully in my arms, while Tracey sat on a single-seater couch. Jorge was by Ava’s side, staring at her as she held their baby.“I know this is an uncomfortable time to have called you all here,” Alpha Zane began, looking at each of us closely.The atmosphere was tense, and Landon cleared his throat. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you all here today,” he muttered, visibly uncomfortable, much like the others in the room.“Well, ever since we took over the Blue Moon Pack, it’s been challenging to control them from here. So, I will be sending you, Seth, to oversee things there for me,” Zane said.I frowned. “Uh, that’s fine, Alpha, but what about the threat of Aron? He is still alive, and he fled the battle scene,” Seth asked,
Camilla’s POVIt was finally the day we were moving to Blue Moon Pack, and I had my things packed. Seth had mentioned that only thirty of his men would be traveling with us today, while the rest—over seventy of them—had already left yesterday.We stood in front of the pack house, waiting to pick up Tracey, even though I would’ve much preferred to leave without her. The thought of spending another moment in her presence made me bite back a groan.I spotted her emerging through the double doors, Jorge perched on her hip, his thick hair tied into a small bun and a bag hung from her shoulder. She looked as calm as ever, while my nerves were fraying.I turned away, glancing back at Lucien in his infant car seat. As soon as his eyes met mine, his face lit up with a wide, toothless smile. I couldn’t help but smile back, his innocence soothing the frustration that had been bubbling beneath the surface.““It’s so nice to see you waited for me, Seth,” Tracey said sweetly, almost leaning in to
Seth’s POVI leaned back in the Alpha’s chair—my chair, at least for now—and rubbed my hand over my jaw, feeling the tension gathered in my muscles. I barely heard what one of the soldiers was saying, my focus slipping between the stack of reports on my desk and the memory of Camilla’s lingering scent that always calmed me, even when the world around us was crumbling.“Some of the pack members have started causing trouble,” the soldier continued. His voice cut through my thoughts, forcing me to pay attention. “Riots. Fights. They say they want a leader who’s actually from Blue Moon.”I bit back a growl, my fingers tapping against the wooden desk, a low hum building in my chest. They didn’t trust me. No surprise there. I wasn’t their Alpha; I was the outsider, taking over their pack after we defeated them. They wanted someone like Marcus their Alpha or Alan even—someone familiar, even if he’d nearly destroyed them. My lip curled slightly at the thought of that those men, and Aron still
The night had fallen, blanketing the packhouse in a quiet kind of stillness. We were settling in, trying to make this place feel like home, though it was hard when everything felt so… unfamiliar. The fifth floor had four bedrooms, an open living area, and a kitchen that I had yet to really touch. It was luxurious, but cold—more like a polished cage than a home.Lucien was nestled against me, his tiny lips latched to my breast, drinking sleepily. The soft rhythm of his breathing soothed the knot that had been tightening in my chest since we arrived. I stroked the top of his head, my body relaxing into the couch.The door creaked open, and I looked up to see Seth step inside. He looked drained—his shoulders tense, his hand rubbing the back of his neck in a way that screamed exhaustion.“Hey,” he whispered, his voice rough. Our eyes met, and I could see the weight of his day reflected in them.“Hi,” I whispered back, my gaze drifting down to Lucien. He was dozing off, still latched to me