Camilla’s POV:
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me with tears trailing down my cheeks. I couldn’t tell if Seth was following behind be but as soon as I was deep inside the woods, I fell to the ground and fisted the dirt underneath me. It felt like I couldn’t take in enough air and I brought my left fist to my chest and hit hard. “Breath!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the wind. “You did this, Camilla. You wanted this, you rejected him.” I said to myself but it did nothing to ease the buring in my heart. I didn’t know how long I sat in the forest but when I looked up, the sun was peaking behind the trees. The sound of twigs snapping make me snap my head to the side and I quickly scrambled to my feet. I pressed my palm into the tree next to me and turned my head around trying to find where the sound was from. The sound came again and I took in a deep sniff, trying to find whoever it was and that was when I realized that I was no longer within Packs territory. “Shit!” I cursed out and looked for any path that would lead me back to my pack but before I could take a step forward, a palm clasped around my mouth and my eyes wilden as I tried to struggle out of their hold. “Let me go!” I tried to say, trashing and scratching but my words were muffled by the hand. I couldn’t get In enough air into my lungs and my head started spinning. I could feel myself loosing consciousness and soon, everything went black. ~~ I gasped, sitting up right as memories of what happened came flooding into my mind. I looked around and realized that I was no longer in the woods and was what looked like a cell. I pushed myself to a standing position but a wave of dizziness hit me and I stumbled a little and pressed my palm into my head to stop the spinning. Taking a step forward, I grabbed the metal bars of the cell and shakes it a bit, hoping for it to open. My breath came out in harsh breaths as I realized that I was in deep problems. “Hello! Is anyone out there?” I called out but I was only met with silence. My hands began to shake as fear gripped my heart. “Please is anyone out there?!” I shouted again but jumped back in fear when I need the sound of metal thrown on the wall. “Will you shut it you fucking bitch?” A voice spat opposite me but I couldn’t see because it was pitch black even with my heighten senses. “Some of us are trying to get a good night—or morning sleep!” The voice said. I wrapped my hands around myself and tilted my nose up, trying to get a whip of their scent but gagged as the smell of rot hit the back of my throat. “I wouldnt do that if I were you. Don’t worry, you’re new here and soon you will get use to the smell.” Another voice to my right said and I gulped. “They’ve got the wrong person, I didn’t do anything wrong! I don’t know why I am even here!” I breathed out and forced back the tears that threatened to fall. Someone chucked to my right and banged on the brick wall. “There is always something for them, even if it is the smallest reason.” They said and I fell to the ground with a shaky breath. “Now quite up.” They added. As I curled into myself, tears hot on my cheeks, I realized that no one would come for me. The pack I’d once called home had turned its back long ago—Zoe’s death had sealed my fate. Even if I screamed until my throat bled, I’d be nothing but an inconvenience to them. - The sound of metal banging against metals shook me to the core and my eyes instantly opened. I looked around and saw that the light in the corridor was on and the yellow light dangled and flicked from the ceiling. “Give me food!” Someone yelled. “I haven’t had anything to eat in weeks!” They added and I breathed harshly and dug my deep into my thighs. “Shut up you filthy mutt!” A man yelled and the sound of footsteps drew closer untill they stopped right in front of my cell. I didn’t see him until the rattling of keys cut through the silence, sending a jolt of hope through my chest. I pressed my palms flat against the cold bars, waiting. The others in the cells fell deathly quiet, as if they knew something I didn’t. The click of the lock sounded more like a death sentence. “I knew it!” I said and looked as both of my sides though no one could see me through the concrete walls. “I was brought here by mistake.” I added and took a step forward as soon as the lock came off. The others were silent and the only sound that could be heard was that of my heavy exited breathing and the cell door opening. I took a step towards the guard who’s face I still couldn’t see since his back was to the light. “My—” I gasped, barely registering the blow until the sting spread across my cheek. The sharp taste of blood followed, coppery and warm, sliding from the corner of my mouth. He’d slapped me so hard I couldn’t even cry out immediately. His sneer cut through my daze. “You speak too much, filthy Omega.” I didn’t even notice when the guard walked behind be but I yelled out in pain as he pulled my hands back and pushed me out of the cell. “What are you doing? Let me go!” I cried out but he only tugged harder and forced me to walk forward. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” I added but my cried fell on deaf ears. The guard stopped for a moment and brought his lips close to my ear and it made me shiver in disgust. “Only Alpha Leo gets to say if you are guilty or not.” He said and then pushed the metal door in front of us open.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