Camilla’s POVThe gun slipped from my fingers and hit the ground with a dull thud. My whole body shook as I stared at the cliff, the place where everything had changed. It was over—but it didn’t feel like it. Without thinking, I turned and ran straight into Seth. His arms wrapped around me, solid and warm, like they always were. His heartbeat under my cheek was the only thing that made sense in that moment."It’s over," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice as it cracked. Tears slid down my face, uninvited and unstoppable. "It’s finally over."Seth kissed the top of my head, his lips gentle. “Shhh, it’s okay now,” he said quietly, his words calming even though I knew he was just as shaken.I wiped my eyes and looked around. The others—the men who’d fought beside Seth—began to come out of the trees. Lucius spell on them breaking. They looked exhausted, their eyes dull, like they didn’t even know what had just happened. For a second, I thought I saw the same relief I felt, but th
Camilla’s POVI couldn’t tell how long we sat there, staring at the closed double doors. The world outside those doors had stopped existing for me. It could’ve been minutes, hours…hell, maybe even days for all I knew. Time lost all meaning when you were waiting for news that could break your heart or save it. All I knew, all I could think, was that I needed the doctors to come out and tell me that Lucien was going to be okay. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t feel anything else.My hands were trembling in my lap, fingers tangled together so tightly my knuckles had gone white. I kept telling myself to breathe, but even that seemed like too much effort. The air felt heavy, suffocating, like it wasn’t meant for me. The only thing I could do was wait. Wait for someone to tell me that my world wasn’t falling apart. That Lucien—my sweet baby boy, wasn’t slipping through my fingers.Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I heard a voice. A distant sound, muted against the loud roar
Camilla’s POVI was taken aback by his question and turned to Seth, both of us sharing the same look of confusion.“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Seth asked, his tone sharp.The doctor adjusted his glasses, then continued calmly, “What I mean is, Camilla, your body seems to be producing something vital for Lucien’s survival. From what I’ve gathered, the rapid cell growth in his body—likely caused by the connection you both went through—has thrown his body into overdrive. However, the nutrients in your breast milk are working to regulate this growth, essentially helping to slow down the rapid cell division that’s overwhelming his system.”I blinked, processing what he was saying. “So, you’re saying my body has what he needs to survive?”“Yes,” the doctor confirmed, his tone serious. “Your milk isn’t just feeding him; it’s giving his cells the ability to stabilize and develop at a more natural rate. Without it, his cells may continue to grow uncontrollably, which is why he’s
Camilla’s POVThree days later, we were finally heading home. I held Lucien in my arms, healthy and safe, with Seth walking beside me. The weight of the past few days seemed to lift a bit as we reached the pack house door. Seth unlocked it and pushed it open, leading us inside.As we stepped through, I took a deep breath. The familiar smell of home filled my lungs, but it felt like forever since I’d been here, like a lifetime had passed since we last walked through these doors.“Camilla?” a small, unsure voice called out. I looked over at the couch and saw Ava sitting there, her baby, Fiona, playing on the floor with Jorge.Before I could answer, Jorge’s eyes lit up. He jumped to his feet and ran straight to me. “Camilla!” he yelled, wrapping his little arms around my leg and burying his face in my gown.A smile spread across my face, my heart swelling at the sight of him. I looked down at him. “Hey, sweet boy,” I whispered, holding Lucien in one arm while gently resting my free hand
Seth’s POVIt had been two months, and things were going great. Life felt perfect.I pulled up to the pack house, spotting Camilla waiting outside. The moment she saw me, her face lit up, and she started waving. Lucien was cradled snugly in her arms, while Jorge ran around her in excited circles, clutching his toy airplane like it was his greatest treasure.A smile spread across my face as I parked the car. Stepping out, I walked toward them, wrapping my arms around Camilla the moment I reached her. She let out a playful gasp, pressing her hand against my chest with a grin. "Good afternoon, sir," she teased, her voice full of humor.I raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. "Hmm, it's a good afternoon now that I’ve seen you," I murmured before pressing my lips to hers. The warmth of her against me was comforting, and she sighed softly into the kiss—a sound that always tightened my chest in the best way. I deepened the kiss for a moment before pulling back, resting my forehead against he
Camilla’s POVWe didn’t end up moving in that night, but three days later, we did.Now, a few days after settling in, my heat had finally arrived. At first, it was manageable—a slow, warm burn beneath my skin, like standing too close to a fire for a bit too long. But today, it had turned into something much worse—something that made every breath feel short and every touch both overwhelming and not enough.I stood in the middle of our new room, trying to steady myself as the fresh scent of wood and linen went unnoticed. My thoughts were completely taken over by one thing—him. Seth. My mate.He leaned against the doorframe, watching me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. The air between us was thick and my body screamed for me to close the distance, but I stayed rooted, even though every inch of my skin ached to be near him. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing control.“Camilla,” he said softly, his voice gravelly and low. It didn’t help. His words sent a sharp jolt
Seth’s POVFour months laterAs I walked through the crowd, I remembered when Zane had come to me and told me the news. It felt like it happened just yesterday—his voice, calm but firm, telling me I was going to take over Blue Moon Pack. At first, it had knocked the wind out of me, leaving me speechless. Me? Alpha? Of the whole pack?I looked around. Everyone was gathered, dressed in white, just as I was, waiting for what was about to happen. Zane stood at the front, looking composed as always, but there was something in his eyes, a seriousness that made me realize this wasn’t just some routine formality or a dream.I remembered that day again. A month ago, Zane had shown up unannounced. “Seth,” he had said as he slipped through the open door of my office. “I’ve been thinking,” He paused when I looked up at him, my hand gripping the pen because I thought he was about to announce something bad…. Like telling me he found..“It’s time you officially become Alpha. The people are more us
Seth’s POV It felt like I was being watched. That prickling feeling of eyes on me, even though I was sitting alone in my office at home. My leg was bouncing up and down uncontrollably, tapping the wooden floor in a steady rhythm that did nothing to calm me down. My fingers kept twirling the pen back and forth on the table, the clicking sound the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. I couldn’t focus. My gaze kept drifting to the window, staring out into the darkness. There was nothing out there, at least nothing I could see. But that feeling, like someone—or something—was out there, was getting stronger. A sharp sound—like a twig snapping—made my body jolt. I froze for a second, every muscle tense. Slowly, I pushed my chair back, standing up, gripping the pen so tightly in my hand that I heard it snap, ink spilling out, staining my fingers and the floor beneath me. But I barely registered it. My eyes locked on the door. I made my way to the front, my heart racing.
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