Julian’s Point of ViewAfter racing around in the woods, I shifted back and took my bath. After attending to the pack duties, I went to the study to finally have a breather from my stressful routine when Sophia barged into the room with a solemn look on her face. I sighed as I rubbed my temples. What was it again? I closed the files on the table with a thud, looking up to find Sophia standing by the door, her arms crossed, bottom lip jutted out in a pout that screamed pay attention to me. I didn’t even attempt to hide my disinterest. “What is it now, Sophia?” I muttered. Instead of answering, she whined—a long, dramatic sound that made me wince—and marched toward me with the confidence of someone who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Without hesitation, she sat herself right on my lap, making herself comfortable as if the throne belonged to her. “Julian,” she cooed softly, dragging out my name in a sing-song tone. I tensed but kept my expression neutral. “Get off, Sophia.” Sh
Julian's Point of ViewThe Alpha of the Moonwalker pack has been waging war on the Luperci Pack, but I can’t risk my head for a war I know nothing about. Just then, Jace handed a file over to me.“Their Alpha asked me to give this to you. It’s an alliance letter. It’s of no need since we’re rejecting their offer,” Jace said firmly, placing a thick folder on my desk. “I just had to give it to you because you’re the Alpha, and the final decision lies with you. But I trust you’ll make a wise one.”His voice carried a note of caution, but I barely glanced at him as I flipped open the file lazily, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. I wasn’t interested in more empty promises or frivolous offers of alliances. My focus was sharper than ever—power. That’s all that mattered. My pack. My goals.I skimmed through the pages half-heartedly, a bored expression plastered across my face. Proposals, terms, agreements—all predictable, unappealing, and not worth my time. Just as
Julian’s Point of ViewThe first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of gold and crimson as I stood in front of my warriors, the cold morning air doing little to temper the heat of my resolve. The rhythmic thud of their boots against the ground echoed in the quiet of the early hours, each step deliberate, each step a promise of victory.We moved with precision, like a well-oiled machine, heading straight for the borders of the Luperci Pack’s territory. My eyes scanned the horizon, sharp and unrelenting, my mind replaying the details of Alpha Lucio’s letter. The alliance was sealed, but now it was time to see if his warriors were as capable as he claimed.When we reached the agreed meeting point, I spotted him—Alpha Lucio, a towering figure clad in silver armor that gleamed under the rising sun. His warriors stood behind him, their faces etched with the weariness of battle, but their spirits unbroken.“Alpha Julian,” Lucio greeted with a curt nod, his voice gruff but respectful.“Alp
Julian’s Point of ViewFive hours had passed, five long, agonizing hours of relentless torment. Lucio and I remained on our knees, blood pooling around us, our fists ramming against our skulls with a force that would have killed a lesser wolf. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, a grim reminder of our helplessness.As an Alpha, my healing abilities were thrice as fast as a regular werewolf's, but that wasn’t the reprieve it should have been. Every time a wound closed, my fists would open it again, the cycle of healing and self-inflicted injury an endless loop of agony. It was sheer torture.Each punch sent waves of pain coursing through my body, but worse than the pain was the humiliation. An Alpha, reduced to this—a powerless puppet at the mercy of a voice that had stripped away all semblance of control.The air around us was heavy, oppressive, as if mocking our struggle. My fear for the King grew with each passing moment, and with it, resentment burned in my chest. Ho
Kaiden’s Point of View“Now that’s more like it.” I smiled as I turned away from the two groaning people who were lying on the floor, surrounded by their own pool of blood.“Your Highness”, Caspian called beside me, panting heavily. I patted his shoulders as I smiled in understanding, I had left them behind, and they had to race all the way here.“Get me the Alpha of the Luperci’s Pack”, I stated and he bowed and moved away. Few minutes later, Caspian returned, his steps measured, unwavering. Beside him walked a man who, despite his battered and bloodied appearance, carried the unmistakable aura of an Alpha. His shoulders were squared, and his chin, though marred with dirt, was lifted in a show of resilience.As soon as the man’s gaze landed on me, he immediately fell to his knees, bowing deeply. I observed him silently, noting the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the pain lingering in his eyes.“Your Highness,” the man said, his voice hoarse yet unwavering. “I… I owe yo
Avery’s Point of ViewI woke up with a dreadful feeling as I laid my hands on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. What was going on? I thought as I continued holding onto my chest. A few minutes later, I was able to put myself together, then I walked out of my room.I still couldn’t believe the princess treatment I was getting here, everything felt so unreal. My skin was started to glow and retain its original colour, my hair had doubled in length and was very healthy.Laura practically treated me like family, she treated me like her own junior sister, something my own blood sister, Sophia had never done before. I sighed utterly as all the painful memories started flooding in my mind.Sophia had always been hostile to me since our childhood. She practically hated me and would do anything to see me suffer or dead. Even now, the memory of that fateful day clawed its way back to my mind, stirring a storm of bitterness in my chest.I clenched my fists as the memory played vividly in
Avery’s Point of ViewI stepped out of the living room, heading toward the stables, I took a sharp turn and passed two girls discussing, I planned to ignore them but paused when I heard a familiar word, ‘Krypta Clan’."Did you hear what happened to the Moonwalker Pack? And the Krypta Clan?" one of them whispered, her voice tinged with awe and fear."Of course I did," the other replied "The Alpha King wiped them out…. well, almost. They say he’s furious and won’t stop until they’ve paid in double for their treason."I frowned, staying where I was, my interest growing despite myself. A part of me wanted to ignore it, those people had never spared a shred of kindness for me. Yet, the thought of their suffering stirred something complicated in my chest.The first girl leaned closer and said. "I heard they’ve lost hundreds already; warriors, elders, even some of the children. It’s… awful."The second girl nodded in response. "My grandfather said it’s only the beginning. The King’s orders a
Kaiden’s Point of View“As of today, we are cutting off our alliance with these two packs; The Moonwalker Pack and The Krypta Clan.” I paused so that the people in the room could take in the news.The elders turned to each other as they started whispering, having had enough, I raised my hands and spoke with an icy tone, “If you have opinions or dissatisfactions, I would prefer for you to say them rather than for you to whisper within yourselves, knowing fully well that I can hear every single word you say”I let my gaze sweep across the room, catching the faint unease in their eyes. I’d just finished speaking when an elder on the far side of the table rose to his feet. His movements were slow and deliberate, and his expression carried a cautious determination. I knew where this was going even before he opened his mouth.“Your Highness,” he began, his tone deferential but firm. “If I may… it wouldn’t be wise to completely cut off the Krypta Clan and the Moonwalker Pack. While their cri
Avery’s Point of ViewI glared at him, my cheeks heating. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s really going on, Kaiden. You can’t just kiss me senseless and then throw me into some secret hideout!”His smirk widened, and he leaned closer, his face inches from mine. “First of all, I didn’t throw you anywhere. And second, if you really wanted to stay here, you wouldn’t have melted into my arms like butter just now.”My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Y-you…..”“Yes, me,” he interrupted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Now, are you coming willingly, or should I find something to dress you in myself?”I froze, my face heating so fast I was surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust. “You wouldn’t dare.”His grin was wicked, and his silver eyes sparkled with mischief. “Try me.”“You’re insufferable!” I snapped, grabbing the nearest pillow and whacking him with it.He didn’t even flinch, only laughed as he caught the pillow and tossed it aside. “You’ve got t
Avery’s Point of ViewThe attack had been relentless. When the rogues surrounded me, snarling and snapping their jaws, I had accepted my fate. My wolf was too weak to surface, my body too battered to resist. I thought I would die.But then… he appeared.The Alpha King.Kaiden.Even now, as I stared at him, I couldn’t believe he had been the one to save me, to carry me away from death. Not only had he saved me, but here he was, sitting by my bedside, taking care of me like I was someone precious.I stared at him as he massaged my feet with skilled, gentle hands, his large, calloused hands moving with expert precision. His touch was firm yet soothing, making my muscles relax despite the chaos still rattling in my mind. His thumbs pressed into the arch of my foot. My head fell back against the pillow, and before I realized it, a soft moan escaped my lips.His low chuckle snapped me out of my haze. “Careful with the noise, Snowy,” he teased, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement.My f
Sophia’s Point of View“Mama,” I said softly, my voice trembling.Cheryl looked up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting mine. She didn’t say a word, just opened her arms. I rushed to her, falling to my knees and burying my face in her lap.“I miss him so much,” I whispered, my tears soaking into the fabric of her dress. “Dad was the best father in the whole world.”Cheryl ran her fingers through my hair, her own silent tears falling onto my head. “He was,” she murmured. “He was everything to us, Sophia. He gave his life for this pack… for us. And now he’s gone.”Mark let out a bitter laugh, his voice cracking. “Funny how the pack mourns him so much, but when Avery died, no one cared. No tears, no grief. They were happy she was gone. It’s not fair.”I lifted my head, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare compare them,” I snapped. “Avery was weak, a burden to the pack. Dad was a hero. Don’t you dare put them in the same sentence.”Mark’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he looked away, hi
Sophia’s Point of ViewI stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me, the sound echoing through the silent hallway. My chest heaved with anger, my claws itching to tear something apart. Anything. Anyone.I sank onto the couch, burying my face in my hands as my mind raced. Ever since Avery left the pack, no, ever since she was forced to leave, Julian had been different. Distant. Cold. Detached. It was as though a part of him had been buried with her absence, leaving me to deal with the shell of the man I thought I knew.I clenched my fists, the sharp points of my nails pressing into my palms. I was strong, powerful, everything Avery had never been. She was a soft, fragile thing, barely able to hold her wolf together most of the time. Julian needed strength in his Luna, and I had given him that. I had worked for it, sacrificed for it, bled for it.And yet, even in death, she was coming between us.“Why?” I muttered to myself, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief. “
Julian’s Point of ViewI couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of the ruins, the devastation, the ghosts of my mistakes, each one clawed at me, suffocating me with guilt. My legs felt like lead as I turned away from the shattered remnants of my pack and headed back to my house. The walk felt like an eternity, the silence deafening except for the whisper of the wind and the echoes of Dexter’s sharp words in my mind.By the time I reached the confines of my room, I was utterly drained. My body ached, not just from exhaustion but from the weight of everything pressing down on me. I sat heavily on the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I buried my face in my hands. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning, replaying every decision, every failure, every face I’d lost.With a deep sigh, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping for even a moment of peace.Minutes passed. Or maybe it was hours, I couldn’t tell anymore. I was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt the bed dip. M
Julian’s Point of ViewThe wind howled through the desolate fields, carrying with it the stench of death and decay that clung to everything like a curse. I stood in the heart of the devastation, my chest tightening as I looked at what remained of my once-thriving pack.The vibrant greenery that once symbolized life and strength was gone, replaced by charred earth and skeletal remains of trees. Every step I took on the scorched ground was a grim reminder of the destruction I had brought upon my people.The packhouses that had once stood tall, filled with laughter and warmth, were now nothing but crumbling ruins. Their walls, blackened by fire, seemed to mourn the lives lost within them. I walked through the remnants of what used to be home, my boots crunching against shards of glass and splinters of wood. The air was thick, suffocating, heavy with despair.“How did it come to this?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the howling wind.‘You know how, Julian,’ Dexter growled in my
Kaiden’s Point of ViewThe memory played vividly in my mind, starting with Avery. The moment I brought her home and laid her in my chambers, tending to her wounds, I knew I couldn’t delay. Once she was stable, I left her to rest and made my way to the dungeon.The rogue had been barely conscious when I arrived, his body slumped against the wall, his shoulders brutally disfigured where his arms had been severed. His blood had pooled beneath him, but his eyes still held a flicker of defiance.I stepped into the cell, my boots clicking against the stone floor as I approached him. He looked up at me, trying to muster a sneer, but his pain betrayed him.“Who sent you?” I asked, my tone calm, almost conversational.The rogue said nothing, his jaw tightening as if to steel himself against what was coming.I chuckled, low and dark. “It seems like you've forgotten who I am?” I leaned closer, locking eyes with him. “I am the Alpha King. I don’t need to try to get the information out of you. But
Kaiden’s Point of ViewAs soon as Caspian and Laura left, the room felt quieter, almost too still. Avery shifted slightly in my lap, her movements hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she should be there. Then, with a soft sigh, she tried to stand.I tightened my grip around her waist, gently pulling her back down. “Stay put, Snowy,” I murmured, my voice low but firm.Her body stiffened for a moment, but then she sighed again, this time in reluctant obedience. She settled back against me, though her posture was still a bit stiff. I smirked at how hard she was trying not to appear comfortable.After a moment, she turned her head to look up at me, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Why didn’t you just go after her?” she asked, her tone cautious but inquisitive. “You know she’s the culprit. Why not end it now?”I tilted my head slightly, studying her. The way she spoke, so earnestly, so unaware of the complexity of power and strategy, made her seem both naïve and endearing. I allowed a small
Kaiden’s Point of ViewAvery sat across from me, her fragile frame wrapped in a thick blanket, her pale skin glowing under the dim light of my chamber. To anyone else, she might have looked frail, but to me, she had never seemed more radiant. Her silken hair cascaded down her back like strands of starlight, tempting me to reach out and let my fingers tangle in its softness.But I held back.She wasn’t ready. She had yet to acknowledge me as her mate, and I didn’t want to do anything that might scare her away. So, instead, I clenched my fists and listened intently as she recounted her ordeal with the rogues, her voice soft but steady.The more she spoke, the harder it became to maintain my composure. The thought of anyone laying a hand on her made my blood boil. My wolf growled low in my chest, demanding retribution. But I forced myself to remain calm for her sake.“…and then I passed out, I don’t know what happened after that,” she finished, her hands trembling slightly as she rested