NARAH'S POV My feet pounded against the marble floor, echoing up to the high ceiling. The faces around me seemed to blur as I ran into the mansion, ignoring the ache that my body was feeling. But nothing compared to the ache I felt in my heart.What hurt the most was that I couldn't hate her. I couldn't hate my own sister. Step-sister, but still, I loved Gina, and seeing her treat me this way hurt like a knife.‘She murdered you, you dare forgive her for that?’ I heard that voice in my head tormenting me at my weakest point.I gave no reply, running as fast as I could while James and Hanadin kept calling and running after me. I went into the kitchen and bolted into the storeroom, locking it instantly as the aroma of different spices and herbs welcomed me.“Narah, open up. Please,” James yelled, banging on the door.I tried to control my ragged breaths as tears rolled down my cheeks. I repeatedly shook my head, unable to believe what I had seen. I just refused to believe it.I wasn't
NARAH'S POVWhy was Alpha Van here to see me? Suddenly, a pang of distress caught me off guard. I hastily wiped my face with the back of my hand, feeling Corolla's eyes on me the entire time. Then she stood up, stretching out her right hand to help me up.I looked at her outstretched hand; she was slimmer than I remembered, and her black long-sleeved shirt was carefully rolled up to her arm. I then looked up at her face. She gave me a small smile, and without thinking any further, I grabbed her hand, and she gently pulled me up from the floor.As I unlocked the door, my mind raced with an intense sense of worry, with instant guilt surrounding it. Hanadin and James must have called Alpha Van here since I had refused to open the door for them.Immediately, as the door swung open, Beta Bernard shot a warning glare at his daughter, who accepted his disciplinary gaze with an unapologetic grin, seemingly unfazed by the reprimand. Alpha Van was at the forefront, his eyes reflecting concern.
NARAH'S POVI took a deep breath, almost bumping into James as I stepped outside the mansion. “Wow! Narah, you look– absolutely gorgeous,” he said, staring in awe at me.I flashed a pleasant smile. “Thank you.”He didn't ask any questions about how I got the dress or what prompted me to come back to the party, especially dressed as I was. He politely offered to walk me to the hall, and I accepted.As we descended the stairs, the sound of laughter and music grew louder with each steady step. The velvet gown and makeup gave me a new identity, and each step I took, the sway of the dress commanded respect and power.I was equally as scared as I was excited. As we reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt strange when all eyes turned to look at me. Their gasps echoed through the hall, disbelief and recognition settling in the eyes of those who had mocked me earlier.I saw Gina and Luna Tauriel making their way to me, their eyes flashing red like a warning as they approached, steaming with
NARAH'S POV(One month later).Indeed, life did get difficult ever since the party, but it wasn't something I couldn't handle. Thankfully, Luna Tauriel had finally left the house, and it was a great cause for celebration among us, except for Gina, who obviously didn't want her mother to leave.Sharon had popped two bottles of champagne to celebrate her departure. Out of everyone, I was the most relieved. My entire life, I'd never been so happy to see someone leave.As the champagne bubbles faded and the celebration died down, a new sense of unease settled over me. It had been a month since the party, and while Luna Tauriel's departure had brought a sense of relief, Gina's increasingly secretive behaviour had me on edge.My workload had doubled, and as a result, I had found myself working harder and getting closer to her personal space. During this time, I discovered the envelope I had seen with her a few weeks ago was filled with money.Someone was extorting her. Yet, the identity of
NARAH’S POV The cold, clammy hand that covered my mouth was surprisingly gentle, but it sent a shiver down my spine. I struggled slightly, my breath muffled against the invading palm as my heart raced with fear. Suddenly, I heard Gina's footsteps retreating.“It's nothing. I guess I was just being paranoid,” she said.The hand withdrew. Slowly, I spun around and the shadows revealed a face I recognized— Chris. His expression was a mixture of urgency and concern. “Shh, Narah. It’s me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.My initial panic subsided into confusion and a glimmer of relief. “Chris? What are you doing here?” I said in a hushed tone.Once again, Gina's wet moans began. The colliding of her body with the man's began almost immediately.Chris glanced around nervously before answering. “I knew you were investigating Gina. You'll be in danger if you keep doing that.”My mind raced with questions. How did he know I was onto Gina? I gulped down hard on nothing.“But I—”“We nee
NARAH'S POVSharon and I sat in silence for a few minutes. When she started to yawn, I asked her to go to bed. She didn't hesitate; she tiredly mumbled some gibberish, then finally said goodnight and staggered upstairs.I tried my best to get some sleep, but my eyelids refused to stay shut, even for a moment. My mind reeled with wild thoughts. Finally, I figured out how to get some sleep; the thoughts of Alpha Van naked was like a lullaby.Despite being overwhelmed, I smiled shyly at the memory. I remembered those strong arms that spun me around. Lips that passionately burned through mine.A broad back and chiselled jaws that could bend a knife. Hazel eyes that pierced through my beating heart, and finally the member that stood between his legs, leaving me scarred for life.I yelped out in excitement, my voice sounding like a teenager who had just met her crush. The image was stuck in my memory, and occasionally, I found myself revisiting it, perhaps even dreaming of it.Gina didn't g
NARAH'S POV “You haven't fixed my bath water, and you lost my f**king cat,” Gina snapped at me, her voice sharp as broken glass.I tried to explain calmly that she was still asleep when I arrived, and I had made sure the door was securely locked when I left, but she wouldn't give me listening ears. Frustrated, her eyes kept darting around the room, from one corner to the next, searching for her pet.Gina’s frustration was evident as she crouched, checking under the bed. She said, “I have no one to blame but you. It’s your f**king fault Rufus is gone.” She raised her head, her eyes, burning with anger, met mine. “And why the f**k are you just standing there?” she snapped. Standing up, she closed her eyes and clasped her hands together in a desperate prayer. “Rufus, my baby,” she whimpered, her voice cracking with anguish, “I will kill this maid in front of me if anything happens to you. I'll make sure this maid pays. May the moon goddess bear me witness today.”Her threat was chillin
ALPHA VAN'S POV“And what are we to have here? Alpha Van, the ruthless now turned what?” Jeremiah’s voice cut through the air, laced with sharp contempt and a hint of sarcasm.I chuckled, meeting his gaze. There was the same fierce light in his eyes that I remembered from our youth. Jeremiah had been primed to be Alpha, but had gently stepped aside, leaving me in his stead.“The prodigal son finally returned home,” I said steadily, a touch of melancholy in my voice.“And I heard that the ruthless Alpha is not so ruthless anymore, or is he?” Jeremiah’s tone was both mocking and curious, as if he were testing the waters of our old friendship.I glanced back at the distant figures inside the hall, then turned my attention back to him. Despite the tension, I couldn't suppress a genuine smile. “I've missed you,” I admitted, the words feeling heavy with unspoken history.Jeremiah stepped closer and embraced me, his frame towering over mine. There was a solidity to him that I had always admi
ALPHA VAN’S POV “I... I came because I—" She hesitated, clearly trying to find the right words again. Then Liam cut her short. “I invited her for my wedding tomorrow. I want her to be a part of it.” Mother nodded several times. “He's right...and I want to make it right to you, Liam, and Kacy. Especially you, Van.” The bitterness surged in me again. Make it right? Was this some pathetic excuse to ease her guilt after all these years? It was too late for that. I blamed Liam for inviting her without letting me know first. He definitely wouldn't have informed me because he knew how much I hated her, to the extent that I had prohibited anyone from talking about her. “As you can see, we're all doing just fine without you,” I said through clenched teeth. “You think a couple of tears and a half-assed apology is gonna make up for abandoning me? For abandoning us?” Liam, still oblivious to the tension in the room, stepped forward with his usual excitement. “Van, it’s Mom! You—” “No!” I
ALPHA VAN’S POV“I don’t believe Gina should be allowed to roam around freely the way she is.”I raised an eyebrow, the corner of my mouth twitching into a half-smile. “I’m pretty sure she isn’t helping much by being detained either. She insisted she didn’t help Anakiyus escape.”Not that I entirely believed Gina, but she seemed sincere. “Liars be sincere until they're caught,” Curtis chimed in, his voice a low growl at the back of my mind. “All evidence proves guilty. Guards wouldn't lie.”I dismissed his voice in my head. Briefly, I glanced at Jeremiah, feeling the familiar tension between us, but he only gave me a deadpan expression. "Besides, she's not allowed to leave the estate. So, her roaming is limited," I added, trying to push the conversation to lighter ground.Jeremiah chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. A short, fanciful laugh that made my skin crawl. “The Luna is under house arrest,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. “How will the Alpha live!”I shot him a dry look. “W
NARAH’S POVOphelia’s final memories unravelled in my mind, jagged and raw, like shards of glass cutting through my consciousness. I felt everything she had. The coldness of her rage. The weight of her grief.The relentless power that surged through her as she slaughtered the entire Pack in the woods. The rogue Kings fell before her, their blood staining the earth as they crumpled in the dirt. Hendrix was last. She had saved him for last.I could feel the moment she tore his throat open with her claws—her eyes deathly cold and unwavering as his life’s blood gushed out, and the earth drank to its own satisfaction. It was a massacre, brutal and swift.She was unstoppable. The power of the silver wolf coursing through her veins made her a force no one could withstand.But what haunted me the most was how she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t flinch as she watched Hendrix’s body slump to the ground, his blood mixing with the dirt.Ophelia’s heart was a fractured thing, but she didn’t show it. A
NARAH’S POV (Still trapped in Ophelia's body, Ophelia's consciousness overpowered Narah's in this chapter, meaning everything that happened occurred exactly as it did in the past) A sort of hysterical laughter surged up in my throat, and I choked it back. I couldn't believe Hendrix's betrayal. I could taste the bile that had formed at the back of my throat as anger, frustration, and severe despair coursed through my veins. Still, I said nothing, my eyes fixated on Hendrix. He stood tall and proud at the front of the Pack, the rogue Kings behind him. I didn't know what to make of the situation. I just couldn't believe it. “Hendrix, how could you?” Jenna snapped, her brows furrowing. “Shut up, witch!” ordered one of the rogue Kings. “Hendrix has told the truth to all of us. Your atrocity is a disgrace. You are an abomination.” I listened to every word, and they rang like a tolling bell, ripping my heart out. But nothing hurt more than seeing the expression on Hendrix's face.
NARAH'S POV How would I tell Ophelia? Was there even a way for me to inform her about Hendrix’s plan? History had already taken place, and there was no way that I could change it. There was no turning back the hands of time. Just as I ran out of the cottage, the weird teleportation thing happened again, and this time, I found myself plunged into darkness. No—my eyes were closed. I just had to open them. When my eyes finally opened, I noticed I was lying on a hard, rough surface—hay, scattered around the floor like a crude mattress. My body ached all over, every muscle screaming in protest. The pain was so intense that I wondered if it was the side effect of being teleported multiple times. The confusion muddied my thoughts, and I tried to push through the agony to sit up. As I struggled to rise, a jolt of pain shot through me, more intense than before, and I collapsed back into the hay. A groan slipped from my lips. What in the world had happened to me? My mind raced as I
NARAH'S POV “What do you mean by that?” Hendrix asked, his voice calm but edged with something darker.“Only silver wolves can use the Moon Jade. I thought everyone knew that?”“Everyone? That's in the old times,” Hendrix sneered, his gaze hardening as he leaned closer to Ophelia. His fingers dug into her arms, a subtle but firm grip that made my stomach turn. “Isn’t your mate supposed to have access to the Jade? Isn’t the Jade supposed to make me powerful enough to wipe out an entire city?”His eyes turned completely dark as he spoke. His voice became awfully sinister, sending nothing but dread through me. Looking at Ophelia, the terror in her eyes and the quivering of her lips and the way her body flinched beneath his touch, I could tell he had that same effect on her.It was terrifying to watch this man who she was to marry inflict physical pain on her, and he wasn't aware that he was hurting her. Did the Moon Jade really have that kind of power, though? To annihilate entire citi
NARAH'S POV As I stood by the edge of the woods, the wind blowing through my hair, I sighed deeply. How was I supposed to know where the girls went? I was literally in the middle of nowhere. Now, the name “nowhere zone” was beginning to make sense.Suddenly, my ears picked up the rustling of leaves behind me, and I quickly turned. A man was standing right behind me, barely three feet away. Darkness shrouded his face, making me shift back in fear.Was he staring at me? I wondered. But then I noticed that he wasn't. He couldn't even see me.He was young, handsome in a way that made him seem both dangerous and alluring. His short black hair framed a sharp face, but it was the way he looked at the empty space in front of him, where the portal had been—those deep brown eyes—that told me everything I needed to know.He was a werewolf. I could feel the wolf beneath him, restless and watching, waiting for something.Wait! Had he been hiding in the trees, watching Jenna and Ophelia before the
NARAH'S POVMy heart was pounding in my chest, and my breath came in shallow bursts. I wondered how this empty room had become a forest. The nowhere zone felt more like the “not making sense” zone.Whatever it was, it was making my skin crawl and it pricked every damn nerve. Gosh! It wasn't a good feeling.“When you learn the truth, find me and defeat me. Then you can get your wolf back,” the voice echoed, its words fading into the distance like a haunting memory.“What truth am I supposed to…”Before I could finish my statement, the door slammed shut behind me. The room was plunged into complete darkness. I couldn’t see a thing any longer. Not even my own hand when I waved it in front of my face.“Please, wait, come back,” I screamed, spinning toward the door, but realising it had vanished.Then, without warning, the lights flickered back on. But this wasn’t the soft glow of overhead bulbs. It was the natural light of the morning sun, pouring through the canopy of trees that now surr
NARAH'S POV“I'll rather take a sip,” I said, looking away from James. “I'm going to take a sip, people.”I took a cup of alcohol and downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn slide down my throat. Disappointed gasps echoed around me. They’d been waiting for me to finally do a dare, to break out of my shell, but this—this wasn’t what they had in mind.“You’re getting married tomorrow, Narah,” Kacy teased, laughing. “Have fun now, while you still can.”“I knew she wouldn’t kiss him,” Sharon murmured, resting her head on my shoulder, her voice tinged with something like pity or amusement.I thought I saw the lights flickering—then they went off, only to instantly turn back on. I looked at James, his expression unreadable for a moment before he forced a smile— awkward, and tight as if he were hiding a pain only he could feel.My heart twisted.“I can't kiss a married woman. She's married already,” James said.“That's tomorrow, dude. She's not married until tomorrow,” Isolde quickly added.