Damian's POV My days were dull and slow and everytime, I was faced with making a new decision that would benefit the pack. I knew there were decisions to be made, but all I felt was exhaustion, both physical and mental. My thoughts drifted between the pack’s future, the betrayal of my past, and the ever-looming uncertainty of where everything was headed.The last few days had been a blur. I had spent more time pacing and thinking than actually doing something useful. The weight of the decisions I had to make was crushing, but I couldn’t bring myself to act. Every time I tried, the image of Lyra’s eyes, filled with that quiet sadness, haunted me. The babies—our babies—were a part of this too, and that made things even more complicated. I didn’t know what to do anymore.As I walked, I heard hurried footsteps behind me. I turned to see one of the guards approaching, his face serious.“Alpha,” the guard said, bowing slightly as he spoke. “There’s someone here from the Rogues Pack who ins
Eloisa's POVThe news reached me late in the evening. Alexis, the rogue werewolf woman who'd always been a part of Rylan's pack and his strong beta was here in the Blood Nest pack. Damian had allowed her to spend the night, something I didn’t agree with, but I kept my thoughts to myself. The Blood Nest Pack was my home now, and I had worked hard to secure my place as Luna. Still, this rogue’s presence piqued my curiosity.When the house grew quiet, I slipped away to where she had been given a room. I knocked softly, then pushed the door open without waiting for a reply. Alexis sat on the edge of the bed, as alert as she usually was, being the warrior she was known to be.“Eloisa,” she said, her voice wary. “What are you doing here?”“I want to know why you’re here,” I said simply. “Why did the WhiteMoon pack kick you out? And what happened to Rylan?”Her expression darkened, and she motioned for me to sit. I chose a chair by the corner, crossing my arms as I waited for her to speak.
Damian's POVThe morning was calm, but I felt restless. The rogue woman, Alexis, had stayed the night, which I didn’t like. Rogues were dangerous, unpredictable. They brought trouble wherever they went. Just one night, I had said. And now it was time for her to leave.I walked toward the quarters where Alexis was supposed to be. My steps were steady, but my mind was troubled.As I neared the quarters, I stopped a guard who was patrolling nearby. “Where is the rogue woman? Is she still inside?” I asked, my voice firm.The guard looked nervous. “No, Alpha. She’s not there.”“What do you mean she’s not there?” My voice rose slightly, and the guard flinched.“She left with Luna Eloisa early this morning,” he explained quickly. “They went behind the pack house, toward the trees.”I felt a spark of anger flare in my chest. Why was Eloisa getting involved with this rogue? We had agreed Alexis would leave. I didn’t like it when people went against my decisions, not even Eloisa. Without saying
Eloisa's POVAs soon as Damian was completely out of sight, I let out a soft laugh. Alexis turned to me, her face curious. I couldn’t help it. The way Damian had believed my story so easily was almost funny. He thought he was strong, but he was too trusting. It was a weakness, one I knew how to use.“I didn’t think it would work,” I said, shaking my head. “That story about you saving me as a child—I made it up on the spot.”Alexis blinked in surprise. “You lied to him and he believed that easily?”“Of course, I did. You saw it with your own eyes” I replied, smirking. “Damian likes to think he’s always in control, but he’s too soft sometimes. A little bit of emotion, and he’ll believe anything.”Alexis stayed quiet for a moment, her face thoughtful. Then, a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Why did you do it? Why defend me like that? Why go the length to makeup a story?”I turned to her, folding my arms. “Because I see potential in you. You’re not like the others in this
Damian's POV I sat alone in my room, surrounded by memories. Old photos, trinkets, and notes lay scattered across the table in front of me. Each piece reminded me of Lyra. Her smile, her laugh, the way her eyes lit up when she was happy. My hands trembled as I picked up a small locket she had once worn. It had been mine to give, and she had cherished it—for a time, at least.The early days of our mating had been beautiful. We'd wanted to do everything together. We'd loved each other deeply and then we'd had a son together. Lyra had been the woman of my dreams and I the man of her dreams.“Until I gave Eloisa a chance to tear me apart,”Roy, my wolf, stirred inside me. He had been restless all day. “Damian,” he said, his voice gruff yet steady, “you’re spiraling. This isn’t healthy.”I didn’t answer him. Instead, I stared at a photograph of Lyra and me from years ago. We had been happy then, or at least I had thought so. My chest ached, and my throat felt tight. I wanted her back. I
Rylan's POVThe moonlight spilled across the White Moon Pack grounds, casting soft silver shadows over the buildings and trees. I stood at the edge of the training field, my hands resting on my hips, watching as a few of the younger wolves practiced their moves. It had been a long day, filled with meetings, patrol updates, and decisions that had to be made for the safety of the pack.But no matter how busy my days were, my mind always circled back to Lyra.It had been over a month since she gave birth to the twins. They were beautiful, tiny miracles that carried so much weight in our world. Yet, they were not the reason I found myself distracted, day and night. It was their mother, Lyra. She was all I could think about, all I wanted.I tried to be patient with her. I knew she was still healing, both physically and emotionally. She had been through so much—more than anyone should ever have to endure. And now, she was here, right with me, in my pack, trying to rebuild her life. I wanted
Lyra's POVEverywhere I turned in the WhiteMoon pack, there were whispers—low, cautious murmurs among the wolves. They didn’t think I could hear them, but I did. I caught fragments of their conversations when I walked past, pieces of sentences that carried fear, doubt, and judgment.“Damian won’t just let her stay here...”“What if he comes for her? For the babies?”“She should go back to him. He’s her mate, isn’t he?”Each word stung like a blade. I couldn’t ignore the unease that had settled over the pack, the way the tension seemed to ripple through everyone. Wolves who had once greeted me warmly now avoided my gaze. Some still showed loyalty to Rylan and me, their support unwavering. But others… others saw Damian as a wronged mate and father, a man simply fighting to reclaim what was his.It made my stomach churn.I sat in my chambers, the twins sleeping peacefully in their cribs while the wet nurse prepared their next feeding. My hands trembled as I folded the same blanket over a
Eloisa's POV The day was quiet, but there was something off about the air. I could feel it the moment I stepped out of my chambers and walked through the halls of the pack house. The tension wasn’t unusual, given the growing unrest and Damian’s looming attack on the WhiteMoon pack which he'd learned that Lyra had had his babies and was living.I was on my way back to my chambers when I heard a voice. It was faint at first, like a soft whisper carried by the wind. I stopped, straining to listen, and realized it was coming from one of the rooms nearby. Curiosity prickled at me, and I moved closer, careful not to make a sound.The voice became clearer as I reached the slightly ajar door. It was Alexis, her tone low and filled with something I rarely associated with her—doubt.“...what have I gotten myself into?” she muttered. “This doesn't look like the reason I came here. Having to do is simply going... too far.”I leaned against the wall, keeping myself hidden, and listened.“Eliminat
Rylan’s POVThe sky was darkening when Damian and his men arrived at the WhiteMoon pack. I was already waiting by the gates, watching them walk toward me. There was no fanfare, no noise, just the solid sound of their boots hitting the dirt. Damian moved with purpose, as he always did since I'd grown familiar with him. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking everything in like he had to make sure everything was in place. He had been gone for some time. Now, he was back.He stopped in front of me, his gaze steady as always. “It’s done,” he said.I nodded. I knew what that meant. “Kaius?”“Dead,” Damian said without hesitation. “Ilena poisoned him. She tried to take control of the Blood Nest. She failed.”I didn’t need to ask what had happened to her. I already knew. It wasn’t hard to figure out. “And the pack?” I asked.“Secured,” Damian replied. “The traitors are gone. The loyal ones remain.”I took a breath and glanced around. The WhiteMoon pack was in better shape than I thought it
Lyra’s POVThe WhiteMoon pack was only just beginning to get past the chaos of war. The battle was over, but the scars it left behind still lingered. The dead had been buried, the wounded tended to, and the pack was trying to move forward, but the unease was still there. A shadow of what had been lost.And yet, there was one thing left unfinished—one loose end that needed to be dealt with.Eloisa.I didn't think I wanted to have her executed, despite all she'd done to me and what she'd tried to do to my babies. She was someone I'd loved but who had also turned around to hate me with all her might. Damian wanted her dead so she would not cause any more harm, Rylan said it was completely up to me to do whatever I wanted to do with her since I was the one who had defeated her anyway. My softness was getting the best of me. I didn't want to hurt Eloisa, the knowledge of what she'd tried to do to me didn't change this either. The moment I could, I made my way to the pack dungeons. The g
Damian's POVThe journey back to the Blood Nest pack felt like it took forever. My mind was clouded with thoughts of everything that had transpired. The battle at WhiteMoon had been brutal, but we had won. Lyra had proven herself time and time again, and the victory was ours. Still, there was a gnawing feeling in my gut, the knowledge that things were not yet over. The fight for power and control had only just begun.When we finally arrived at the Blood Nest pack, I felt the tension in the air. There was a heaviness in the atmosphere, a thick sense of uncertainty hanging over everything. My pack had been through so much in the last few days, and now, with me back at the helm, there was no time to rest. I needed to find out what had happened in my absence, and I needed answers, fast.I had no idea what I was about to walk into.As soon as I entered the pack house, I was met by one of my most trusted men. His face was grim, his posture stiff with the weight of the news he had to deliver
Rylan's POVThe battle was over. The dust had settled, but the air still carried the heavy scent of blood, sweat, and destruction. The WhiteMoon pack was battered and bruised, but they were alive. And that, at least, was something to hold onto. We had won, but at what cost? The warriors were all tired, their faces painted with exhaustion, their wounds still fresh. The camp was in disarray, but we had managed to push the enemy back.I found myself walking along the outskirts of the camp with Caspian and Finn. The battlefield felt quieter now, the distant sounds of the survivors tending to their injured and picking up the pieces of what was left. The weight of the day sat heavy on my shoulders. The fight had been brutal, and while I was glad it was over, it didn’t feel like a victory just yet. The aftermath was always the hardest part.Damian had gone back to the Blood Nest pack to reclaim his position as Alpha. There was no question about it. Kaius had taken control while Damian was go
Damian's POVThe fight had ended, but the air was thick with tension. Blood, sweat, and dirt mixed together, leaving the battlefield in a grim haze. The clashing of weapons had died down, and the warriors around me began to gather, taking stock of what was left. The battle was won, but it wasn’t over yet.Eloisa lay on the ground, her wolf form battered and bruised but not defeated entirely. She wasn’t dead. She wasn’t going to die—not by my hand, not by Lyra’s. But she had lost. Her fortification had crumbled, and her strength had faltered under the weight of Lyra’s relentless defense. Still, she lay there, struggling to breathe, her gaze fixed on us with a defiant hatred.I stood beside Lyra, watching her. She had been the one to bring down Eloisa, the one to push her to the edge. But Lyra had stopped short. She didn’t want to kill Eloisa. As much as Eloisa had tried to destroy us, to destroy her, Lyra had shown mercy."Don’t," Lyra said, her voice steady. "We don’t need to kill her
Lyra’s POVThe battle raged on around me. I could hear the clash of swords, the roar of warriors, and the sounds of werewolves fighting for their lives. But it was all distant noise. I wasn’t focused on the battle around me; my attention was fixed on one thing—the one thing that mattered more than anything right now.Damian.I had sneaked out of the safety of the pack house, determined to be where the fight was. A guard had tried to stop me, insisted that I stay hidden, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t just stand back and wait while the people I cared about fought. I needed to be there.But then, I saw her. Eloisa.The sight of me stopped Eloisa in her tracks.Eloisa was in her wolf form, her body was unusually large and fortified with the power she had gained through her twisted ways. I could see the raw strength emanating from her, and it was clear that she wasn’t just fighting to win. She was fighting to break Damian. Eloisa was more than just a rival. She was a woman bent on destro
Damian’s POVThe battlefield was madness. The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and death. Wolves lunged at each other, claws tearing through flesh, growls and screams blending together. The sound of steel meeting steel rang out as warriors fought with everything they had. The ground beneath us was already stained red, bodies littering the area.I fought my way through the chaos, blade in hand, striking down anyone who dared to stand in my path. My wolf snarled within me, pushing me forward, demanding vengeance. Rylan fought beside me, moving with the same deadly focus. We had battled side by side before, but this time, it was different. We weren’t just fighting an enemy—we were fighting our own.Something was wrong.I could see it in the way some of the WhiteMoon warriors moved. Their attacks were slower than usual, hesitant, as if they weren’t truly trying to kill. Otmes barely lifted their weapons, stepping back instead of forward. And then tmee were the ones who did no
Rylan's POVThe battlefield was a scene of pure chaos. The air smelled thick with blood and smoke. Wolves fought, teeth bared, fur flying. The sound of swords clashing with flesh echoed around me, drowning out all but the screams and roars. The earth was soaked with blood, and bodies littered the ground in every direction. I could hear the growls of shifting wolves, mixed with the clash of steel, the air alive with tension and fury.I moved quickly through the battle, my feet light but my strikes deadly. My blade cut through the enemies with the precision of a wolf on the hunt. My body felt alive with adrenaline, muscles coiling and releasing in perfect rhythm as I fought beside Damian. His movements were just as fluid, just as fast. We were a team, working together like we had done so many times before.But despite the intensity of the battle, something didn’t sit right.I noticed it immediately—the hesitation in the movements of some of the WhiteMoon warriors. They were faltering, t
Eloisa's POV The battlefield was exactly as I had imagined—chaotic, brutal, and perfect for my victory. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, thick and intoxicating. The ground trembled beneath the weight of charging warriors, their roars mixing with the clash of steel and the growls of shifting wolves. It was a beautiful sight—one I had long waited for.From my position on the hill, I could see everything. My forces, my carefully trained warriors, moved with purpose, cutting down those who stood against me. Their strikes were swift, precise, efficient. Every blade that sank into enemy flesh was a step closer to my rightful place.I had planned this well.I had spent months planting the seeds of doubt, whispering truths and lies into the ears of the weak-minded within the WhiteMoon pack. And now, those whispers bore fruit.The hesitation in the steps of some warriors, the uncertainty in their eyes—I saw it all. Some barely lifted their weapons, while others stepped back from t