Liam’s POVHer lips were soft, warm, and alluring. The way they fit against mine made my heart race so fast that it blocked out all other thoughts. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, allowing it to stay with me.But as swiftly as I slipped into the kiss, reality slammed me like a cold wave.I retreated abruptly, my voice hoarse and wobbly. "I... I'm sorry.""Liam..." she started, her tone unsure, but I couldn't let her finish.“I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me,” I murmured, retreating before she could answer. I needed to get away, needed space to think. My chest felt heavy, remorse combining with the lingering warmth of her kiss. What was I thinking? How could I let my emotions get the best of me?*****Steven’s POVI awoke to an empty bed. Strange. Luna never gets up before me.I stretched and stood up, noticing her on the couch, laptop poised on her knees, eyes fixed on the screen."What are you doing?" I inquired, my voice hoarse from sleep.Without
Steven's POV"All done, happy now?!" I groaned, falling into the couch with a sigh of frustration."Not really," she responded nonchalantly, without even looking up. "I need water."I blinked incredulously. "What?!"She looked up and gave me an innocent shrug. "Well, it is your fault. You brought me food, but not drink, and the jug is empty."I leaned back and pinched the bridge of my nose. “So now it’s my fault? You’re blaming me while I’m solving your problems for you?"She smiled slyly. "Only because we made a deal. I save your company’s image, and you spare Maya’s life.""You seriously think I brought you food because of that deal?" I shot back. "Don’t flatter yourself. Maya sent assassins after you, and I hate her just as much as you do.""Then why don’t you want her dead?"Her face softened, and for a moment, she almost looked vulnerable. "It’s not that I don’t want her dead. I just don’t want you to be the one to kill her. I hate it when you kill people, Steven. It changes you—
Freja's POVFreya gave me a dubious glance as I placed the last plate on the table and took a step back to examine the setup. Her brows were slightly raised, and her lips curved into a playful smile."Ok, Freya, spill it. What's up with this look?" I asked with my arms folded.She cocked her head, her smile broadening into something that disturbed me. "I'm just... shocked, you know?""Shocked about what, exactly?""It's just that you're not the 'help-out-in-the-kitchen' sort.""You're more of the 'action and chaos' type," she joked, her voice full of laughter.I rolled my eyes, breathing sharply. "I just decided to help today." Can't a girl shake things up once in a while? Now stop staring at me like that—it's weird."Freya shrugged lightly, but her smile remained constant. "Alright, but I have to say, this is very... unlike you.""Enough already," I snapped. But her expression sparked curiosity in me. "Wait—why are you smiling like that? What are you hiding, Freya?"Her face faltered f
Ashley’s POVI walked back into the room, my thoughts swirling with the chaos of the day. After a quick shower, I slipped into something comfortable—just a simple casual outfit. The soft fabric was calming against my skin, but my mind couldn’t quite relax. I sat down on the couch, trying to find focus, when Steven strode into the room.His expression was dark, frustration radiating from him like a storm ready to break."Did you get the phone?" I asked, already knowing the answer from the scowl on his face."No," he admitted, his tone sharp with annoyance. "They were too many of them, and they’re too fast."A laugh escaped me, and I couldn’t help the teasing edge in my voice. "So the mighty, ruthless Alpha lost to his two sisters and cousin brother?" I said, letting the mockery drip from every word."Just shut up and focus on your work," he snapped, clearly in no mood for my jokes."Oh, I’ve stopped working," I replied nonchalantly, leaning back on the couch as I crossed my arms.His e
Ashley's POV“Don’t look at me like that, don’t pity me!” he snapped, his voice rising as he stood up abruptly. “You’ve heard my story, now do your work and finish those designs. And they better be good.”He turned to walk away, but I reached out and grabbed his hand, my grip tight with concern. “I’m so sorry for everything you’ve been through,” I said softly, my heart heavy with sympathy. “I had no idea... you’ve endured so much, and—”“Don’t pity me!” he shouted, cutting me off, his anger flaring. “I don’t need your pity! I’m not that weakling anymore. I’m an Alpha now, ruthless, and you should be afraid of me, not pity me!”“I... I don’t fear you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both certainty and sorrow. “You shouldn’t be feared, Steven. You should be understood. You’re not ruthless; you’re... you’re broken. Damaged.”“I am not damaged!” he shot back, his fists clenching at his sides as his eyes burned with defiance. “I’m stronger than you think. Stronger than you can ever i
Steven's POV"Oh, about Maya," Liam said, breaking the silence, "she's still being held in the cottage. So what do you plan on doing with her?"I glanced at him and smirked, my thoughts already set. "I’ll go to check up on her now. I’m sure she has been missing me so dearly," I said, already standing to take my leave. Liam accompanied me as we approached the location where Maya was being held.Maya's eyes widened with shock and rage as we entered the room. "You!!!" she yelled, her voice full with anger.I couldn’t help but smile. "Don't you ever change? Even now, you still have the energy to scream when you see me," I replied, my tone light and even humorous."I will surely pay you back for this," she screamed, her eyes filled with rage. "I'll get you back for everything you've done, Steven!""Do you really think I'm going to let you out of here alive?" I asked, my voice hardening. "You’ll be dead soon enough, Maya. I kept you alive for a reason, and that purpose is finished. I just w
Ashley's POV"Good job, Ashley. You did great, and I'm proud of you," he said, completely blindsiding me with his comment.I couldn't even take one step as he engulfed me in an embrace. Literally, I did not move. My brain would not seem to process what was going on-was this reality, was it seriously going on right this moment, Steven seriously hugging me, being proud of me, or another dream of perfection?The thrill that coursed through my veins fled quickly as he seemed to snap back into reality. He released me almost too fast, as if he realized he had crossed some invisible boundary."Um. they. they liked your design," he stammered, sounding awkward."Obviously," I replied with a small nod, trying to mask the nervous flutter in my chest.The silence between us stretched for a little more than it was supposed to, and for the most part, was awkward."I.I have some work to do," Steven stammered, turning to leave. But acting on instinct alone, I snatched his arm for him to stop."You're
Ashley's POV"Let's go take a ride on the Devil's Spin!" I exclaimed, grasping Steven's arm and towing him across to the crazy ride at the edge of the amusement park."You said it was going to be the last, a horse ride!" Steven complained; his voice told of exasperation."Yeah, maybe I did," I replied with a wry smile. "But I am not an Alpha bound by keeping my promises. I'm but a fragile human, and this breaking of promises is pretty much my prerogative. And so, it would be Devil's Spin! "Steven sighed deep. "You really ought to thank the goddess that you're bonded to me."I turned to him, my face alight with playful curiosity. "What if I wasn't bonded to you? What would have happened then?"He smirked, an edge of seriousness under his teasing tone. "Let's just say it would've been a very different story-one that definitely wouldn't have ended in your favor."I tittered, "Then I really should thank the goddess I'm your mate! But first, let's conquer the Devil's Spin." And before he c
Steven's POVLiam coughed with a ferocity that rattled his entire body, blood spewing from his lips as he stared at me with wide, horrified eyes. His body shook, his gasps ragged and shallow."Ste. Steven," he struggled to get out, trying to force the words past his tightened throat.I stepped forward, my gaze unflinching as I looked down at him. The battle was over. He had lost. And now, he would pay for all the lives that had been taken because of him."For Freja, for Williams, for Maya, and for every single person who died because of you," I hissed, my voice steady, but with the passion of my rage. "You are going to die today, Liam. And don't worry, just as you had wished to do to me, I will behead you and show you for all to see. Let them all witness what became of the lone wolf who underestimated himself."I let him go, seeing him fall lifelessly on the ground with a heavy, dead thud. The wolves that had pledged their allegiance to him stood there in shock, their eyes wide with f
Ashley's POVSteven's large, warm body pressed against mine as he nuzzled my face with his dense, soft fur. His was not a physical touch—it was soothing, reassuring, and replete with unexpressed emotion. In that moment, amidst the chaos of combat swirling about us, he was telling me that he was there, that I was not alone, and that no ill would come to me as long as he remained by my side.Then, with a determined huff, he drew back and confronted James, Roy, and Freya, who remained gagged in thick, rusty metal chains. Their bodies were battered and bruised, their faces smeared with dirt and blood, but amidst all the pain, in their eyes was hope the instant Steven approached them.Without hesitation, he bared his razor-like fangs and sank them into the heavy metal chains. His huge jaws snapped shut on the iron links as if they were fragile sticks. The chains yielded one by one and fell to the ground, freeing them.The instant he was dismissed, Steven lifted his face and let forth a low
Ashley's POVThe field was a chaos. The circle of blades, the snarling and baring of teeth as wolves tore at each other, and the cries of the wounded hung in the air as I made my way through the fight. Mabel stayed with me, never far more than a few feet away, and the pack battled fiercely around us, killing off Liam's wolves individually. My chest was pounding wildly as my breathing was heavy and I swung my sword, hacking at any enemy who came near. I knew that despite all the training Steven had taught me, I was not as good as the others.My swings were slower and less controlled, relying mainly on reflex. If not for the wolves and Mabel, who continued to put themselves between me and harm, deflecting blows intended to kill, I would have been dead a while ago. They were fighting to defend the pack, but first and foremost, fighting for me, their Luna, and I couldn't risk being weak too. I needed to keep fighting. And then an icy voice rang out above the crowd, cutting through the cac
Steven's POV"No, don't… don't do this… You can't die, you hear me? You can't leave me like this, I can't lose you too, Williams!" I bellowed, my throat dry from emotion as I stood there and watched him fall at my feet, his body limp, his blood soaking into the earth around him. My hands trembled, my entire body shaking with the force of my emotions, but no matter how I struggled to get myself to move, I was paralyzed, trapped by Ivan's magic.Liam laughed, the sound cruel and unkind, full of only amusement at my suffering. He tilted his head to one side, watching me like some predator savoring the moment before the kill. "Oops," he said mockingly. "Oh well, too bad he died and not you. But I suppose it doesn't matter, really. You're still going to die, right here, right now, in front of everyone."No! Liam, I implore you!" Freya cried out in desperation, her voice breaking as she strained against the chains binding her wrists. Her face ran with tears, body shaking with horror and des
Steven's POVThe night was thick with silence, the kind that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. The forest surrounded us like a black castle wall, its tall trees stretching up towards the heavens as far as the eye could see. Williams and I moved cautiously ahead, our footsteps muffled by the damp ground beneath our feet. Pine and moss floated in the air, but beneath that, I could still detect the faintest trace of residual blood somewhere in the area. The house loomed before us, its darkened windows not hinting at whatever horror lay within. Here was where my sister and Roy had been brought by Liam. Here is where I was to extract them.As we crept closer, Williams glanced at me, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's the plan, Alpha?"I never removed my eyes from the mansion as I answered, my tone stern. "The first thing is to rescue Roy and Freya and get them out of there alive. As soon as you find them, you extract them and move as quickly as possible away from h
Freya's POVThere was a dampness that clung to the air, an intangible shroud of mist that permeated through me as I leaned against the gritty stone wall, my wrists crying out in agony from the tightness of the iron cuffs. The dungeon was cold and unyielding, the chill penetrating deep into the bone. All that was heard was the faint, drum-like sound of dripping water, each drop ringing out within the vacant room like a macabre toll of elapsing time.Liam had built this dungeon beneath his mansion, a hidden room to hold his enemies captive, out of sight and out of mind, and powerless to act. And now, Roy, James, and I were the latest additions to his roll of victims. The walls that held us captive smelled of damp earth and rusty metal, and the flickering torches cast grotesque shadows that danced along the rough stone. The chains that bound us captive were thick and unbreakable, tightly wrapped around our wrists and ankles, holding us fast like captives awaiting their fate. I struggled
Ashley's POV"Steven, no! Please, don't go!" My voice broke as I reached out, my fingers brushing against his arm before he stepped out of my reach. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat hammering out the fear that tightened my throat."I have to go, Luna," he told me, his voice determined, yet I could feel the weight in it—the silent struggle being waged inside him. "I have to save them."I felt a shiver down my spine when those words tumbled from his lips.I did not get a chance to say anything more, to even step closer to him, when everything around me transformed. The world was engulfed in darkness within a split second, thick and suffocating, pulling me into a realm that was unfamiliar. The warmth of the room was gone, and I was surrounded by an eerie, bone-chilling cold.I blinked, disoriented, and was standing in the middle of a thick forest. My nose was filled with the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves, and a thick fog churned around my feet like ghostly fingers. My brea
Liam's POVThe cool night air carried a gentle whisper across the trees, and the leaves trembled as I stood outside the mansion, looking up. The moon, full and brilliant, was gradually emerging from behind a screen of black clouds, casting a gentle sheen over the vast area of land before me. The wind blew gently, but I barely noticed it. My mind was filled with a feverish expectation that gnawed at my patience.Steven was coming. He had to.I shifted position, my boots sinking into the damp earth beneath my feet. Every second that ticked by felt like an eternity, pulled tight with anticipation. The manor behind me loomed over me, its former glory nothing but a short-term war zone now. The war wasn't over, not yet.Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Maya edging a little closer, her arms folded tightly over her chest as she let out a small sigh. She was restless, too. I could hear it in her breathing, feel it in the way she shifted her weight from one foot to the other."I d
Steven's POV"So, let's do this claiming thing then?" Luna questioned, her voice soft but carrying an unmistakable curiosity.The question caught me slightly off guard, but the sparkle in her eyes told me that she was not asking on a sense of obligation. There was something deeper—something deeper than that. I searched her face carefully for any sign of hesitation, any quiver of doubt that would make me freeze."You really want to do that?" I said, my voice low, almost hesitant."Yes," she answered without a second thought. There was something definite in the tone of her response, something calm in her resolve that made my chest tighten. "Show me how it's done," she continued, her lips barely parted as she looked at me. "Make me like it."The weight of her words fell upon me, more than she probably realized. This wasn't about physical closeness—this was about trust. About rewrites the past had imposed on her. And that responsibility… it meant everything to me.I let out a slow breath