Camilla’s POV "Why are you moving away from us, Mia? Do you think we're going to hurt you with our hands and legs bound?" Ava asked, with Mia glaring at us. "I don't know, Ava, maybe you can. Blow my guts on the wall just like you did to Zoe," she spat, and I sighed. "I don't know how you did it, Ava, but you can do the same thing to me." I rolled my eyes and looked at Ava, who was doing the same. "Are you done?" I asked Mia, who huffed and threw her head to the side. Slowly, I dragged my eyes away from her to Ava and nodded. "Now, let's think of how to get out of here." "How?" Mia asked, clearly intrigued and wanting to leave here as much as we do. "I can’t touch Ava with my bare hands because she's tied with a silver chain," I said, and Mia's eyes widened. "H-How?" she stammered, eyeing Ava like she was a ghost. "It would kill you in an instant," she muttered, and Ava shrugged. "It won't kill Ava, but it will kill me if I get close to it. So now that you are here, we can fre
I rushed to Mia’s side and took her in my arms. “No. No. No. No!” I panted, my eyes brimming with tears. Mia blinked at me, her gaze unfocused, confusion clouding her face.“Paul. Where’s Paul?” she asked, a tear slipping from the corner of her eye. Blood filled her mouth, and my hands trembled as I wiped her tears away.“Mia, look at me. Look at me,” I begged. Ava tugged at my arm.“We have to go,” she said, but I shook my head.“We—we can’t just leave her here to die!” I snapped. Mia’s eyes locked on mine for a brief, lucid moment.“Camilla… I’m so sorry for… ever—”“Camilla!” My head jerked up as Lucius approached, a gun gleaming in his hand.“Don’t you dare move away from me,” he growled, and I heard Ava curse beside me.“We have to go, now!” she urged, more desperate this time. I nodded, my movements slow and heavy, as I rose to my feet. I looked back at Mia, lying limp on the ground, and whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”We ran, the sound of Lucius’s heavy footsteps pounding
Seth’s POV“Rest,” I said to Camilla, gently pushing her back onto the bed. She groaned.“I’ve been resting for the past three days, Seth. I’m fine,” she grumbled, but I wasn’t convinced.“You hit your head pretty bad, sweetheart. Just stay in bed for today,” I replied, pulling back to slip a shirt over my head.She nodded, and I watched as she bit her lower lip. Clearly, there was something on her mind that she was holding back.“I— Do you have to go?” she asked. I paused, halfway through threading my belt through the loops of my jeans.I clenched my jaw, thinking of Lucius. It had been three days since that bastard was locked up, along with a few men we suspected were working with him—thanks to the guard I knocked out who pointed them out.“Yes,” I whispered. “I have to do this.” I leaned in toward her. With one hand resting by her head, I cupped her cheek with the other and kissed her slowly, sweetly.“Be careful,” Camilla said, placing her hand over mine.“Always.”My heart clench
Camilla’s POVMy eyes fluttered open at the sound of the doorbell ringing. I got up, the pounding in my head reduced to nothing more than a dull ache. I pulled the bedroom door open and made my way to the front, rubbing my temples along the way.I peered through the peephole before putting in the new passcode. The door clicked, and one of the Omegas—her name was…“Hi, I’m Ashley, and uhm, I’m bringing Jorge home from school,” she said, shifting her weight awkwardly. I offered her a warm smile, collecting Jorge’s things from her arms.“Thank you, Ashley,” I said, pushing the door wider for Jorge to pass.“Right. I’ll be on my way now,” she said, giving a quick nod before heading off. As soon as she was out of sight, I closed the door and let out a quiet sigh.“Where’s my mama?”Jorge’s small voice made my heart skip. I turned around and saw him standing there, his eyes cautiously watching me.“Well, Jorge, your mom’s gone…out.” I added the last part, realizing the boy didn’t need that
Seth’s POVTwo fingers gone, several shattered bones later, and he finally cracked. Lucius was the bastard son of Marcus—the son Marcus had kept hidden from the pack yet always kept close enough, enough to make him his Gamma.Lucius discovered how to make the Alphalium drug, something that could turn even the weakest Omega stronger than an Alpha, after crossing paths with a human scientist at twenty-two. By twenty-five, he made a breakthrough, using a woman named Anna—my mate’s mother, the one he claimed to love and was a replica of my mate. Now, he’s selling that Alphalium drug all over the world, with over twenty-eight active labs.To sum it up, Lucius is a damn bastard who has destroyed countless lives in the last six years to get what he wants.“You good there, Alpha?” I asked, wiping Lucius’ blood off my knuckles.Zane shook his head, looking drained. “Yeah, just… how the hell are we going to take down twenty-eight active labs?”I sighed, pulling off my blood-stained shirt and sw
Camilla’s POVThree weeks later, everything seemed to be falling into place. Life felt peaceful, and for the first time in a while, I was… happy.Seth and I stood outside the pack house, watching Ava and Zane as they prepared to leave for Green Hill. “I hope to see you soon, Camilla,” Ava said, pulling me into a warm hug. A smile stretched across my lips.“I’ll miss you,” I replied, glancing at Seth and Zane, who were deep in conversation. Their eyes shifted to us, and I knew it was time for them to be on their way.Seth walked over, wrapping his arm around my waist, and pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.“Bye, Cam!” Ava waved as she got into the car, and Zane gave me a nod of acknowledgment. As I watched them drive away, I let out a small breath, and Seth kissed my head again, a little firmer this time.“I have to go to the office today. Will you be alright on your own?” Seth asked, his gaze full of concern.I chuckled, placing a hand on his chest. “I’ll be fine, Seth. Nothin
Seth’s POVSo far, we’ve only received ten replies from packs around the world, and uncovered seven labs. I’d say it’s progress. As expected, the Alphas are demanding blood for the lives of their pack mates who had been taken.That wasn’t an issue, though—I’m looking forward to Lucius’ execution myself.I glanced at the clock on the wall and leaned forward. It was well past six in the evening. Time to head home. A smile tugged at my lips as I thought of Camilla. The mating bond between Tracey and me was finally crumbling, and soon, I’d be able to mark Camilla and share a much deeper connection with her.I shrugged into my jacket and pulled open the office door, quickly making my way to our floor. My hand froze as I reached the door—it was unlocked. A chill ran down my spine, a faint warning, but I shook it off. Everything had been going smoothly lately. Nothing to worry about.I stepped inside and looked around the quiet space. My eyes landed on Jorge sitting on the couch.“Hey, buddy
Seth’s POVTwo damn days, and still not a single sign of my mate. I was losing my mind, and no matter where I searched, it was like they’d vanished off the face of the earth.“Do you want me to come back, Seth?” Zane asked, his voice crackling through the phone, but I shook my head. Realizing he couldn’t see me, I spoke up.“No, Alpha. You’ve got enough to handle back at Green Hill. I need to do this.” I stared at the wall, my thoughts far away.“Are you sure, Seth?” Zane asked again, his concern evident. My fingers tightened around the phone.“Positive,” I replied, then paused. “And Zane? If I find Lucius, I’m not bringing him back to the pack for trial. I’ll kill him.”I waited for Zane to protest, but instead, he surprised me.“Trust me, Seth. I’m not stopping you.”After the call ended, I made my way back to the house to check on Jorge before heading out with my men tonight. We had a mission—to find my mate and son.As I unlocked the door and stepped inside, I stopped dead in my t
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