NARAH’S POV“Apologise to her,” Isolde demanded, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.“There’s no f**king way,” Gina scoffed, defiance flickering in her eyes. “Come on, Gina,” Zander interjected, his voice softer, but the authority in it was unmistakable. “This is a public place. You can’t just treat people like this. You owe Narah an apology.”Well, technically she didn't because I had spilled the drink on myself on purpose.Gina inhaled sharply, her body rigid with agitation. “I don’t owe her anything.”My heart raced at the sight of her unyielding resolve. This wasn't just about a drink.It’s about respect. Something Gina clearly didn't understand. It was about control, power, and the lengths we were willing to go to reclaim them.“Then you’ll keep looking like the villain here,” I shot back, gesturing to the crowd around us. “This is your chance to show everyone you’re not just some cold-hearted b**ch.”I could hear the hushed murmurs around us—people loved a spect
NARAH'S POV “Chris told me he's Alpha Van's doctor,” she continued. I nodded. “What about it?” Deep down, I felt I knew where this was going. “Kalimora Akila… It's Nuvolish. it's a name given to a potion that can enchant a werewolf, and I found it with him.” I felt a knot twist itself inside my stomach, tightening with every word Liora uttered while I, myself, was unable to say a thing. Disbelief gnawed at me like a friend I had come to know too well. “Your brother has been enchanting Alpha Van. He wasn't helping,” Liora choked out. “He never was.” I couldn't stare the truth in the eyes even when it gawked at me. My hands were shaking; I tried my best to contain how hurt I was feeling, but Liora saw through it. Something told me that Chris couldn't have done this even if he wanted to. What grudge did he bear against the Alpha? Absolutely none. My intuition told me that Gina was behind this enchantment, just as much as she was behind my murder. Finally, I found my
LIORA’S POV “Wait, you can mask your witch's aura, right?” asked Narah, her tone edged with urgency. I offered a condescending smile and nodded. “Is that an insult or what? Even the simplest of witches can do that.” Pride oozed from me like booze. “I've been doing that for as long as forever. And besides, it's called Velori.” I twirled my left index finger in my hair, smiling. Narah twisted her face, her brows knitted in confusion. “That's Nuvolish?” “Yes. Chris does it too. It requires moonpetal, starlight salt, Dreamweavers moss, and essence of celestial water, but in a pinch, wolfsbane will suffice. Then you say the spell.” Narah’s gaze narrowed, as if trying to read my thoughts. “The incantation?” She pressed. I shrugged, settling down on the cold living room floor across from her. She shifted uncomfortably, keeping her focus on me. “Astra velare, auras celare Mea essentia, tenebrae fare Luna's grace, mea aura celare In tenebris, mea forma fare.” The words fl
LIORA’S POV Isolde held me close, leading me away from Jeremiah until we reached right beneath the podium. “What are you doing?” She scolded, taking a seat at the first table. I didn't know what had come over me. I apologised, and sat next to her. I recognised two of the she-wolves who had attacked us the other day. They were sitting with us. Narah had told me their names: Kacy and Rachael. Isolde casually introduced me to them. Anakiyus wasn't here yet. Bryan, the boy I had wounded, came to sit with us. He turned to me, flashing a wide smile. “Hell—hell–hello,” he stammered. Kacy and Rachael laughed out loud, mocking him. His face flushed with embarrassment. “Bryan only stammers when he's nervous. You're beautiful, and it's making him nervous,” Kacy said, ruffling Bryan's hair. Rachael leaned in, covered the side of her face with one hand and whispered, “Don't worry, he's seeing a therapist for it. He's actually gotten better.” I waved shyly at him and said hello,
ALPHA VAN'S POV(A few hours before the rescue)Muscles tightened around my heart as I entered the dungeon, my least favourite place in the estate. The air was thick with a damp, metallic scent that clung to my skin like grease.I struggled to recognize Anakiyus in his current state, barely resembling the friend I had known or the rogue that had loomed over us.My father once told me that before my grandfather built this place to be the Packhouse, it was merely a gaping hole in the ground, a void that craved the souls of those who dared to venture near.Centuries ago, precious stones had been mined here, but the most treasured was the moon jade—the rare gem that allowed mages to summon the Moon Goddess and create the first werewolves of Vaelothor.Once the werewolves were born, this mine was converted into a dungeon where rogues endured unimaginable torment, bound by cursed chains that suppressed their healing abilities.Jeremiah's muscles flexed as he drove his fist into Anakiyus's s
NARAH’S POVI was born an Alpha's daughter. My life as Narah back in Lystvair faded to a blur once I remembered who I was. I'd never served a day in my life before everything I knew and was was taken away from me.Deciding to be a maid at my enemy's pit wasn’t just for the fun of it. Now that I understood their weaknesses and how their minds worked, I could use that to my advantage. Rescuing my opponent’s enemy was just the start of getting under their skin; part of it was actually helping a friend save a friend.I’d learned from Cindy about the mine in the Packhouse, rumoured to be a dungeon, and my best guess was that Anakiyus and Nas were held up there.Accepting Zander as my mate was just another step I had to climb. To reach a foe like Gina, I had to be at equal height and above her.I promised myself I would make her confess about what happened eighteen years ago, no matter the cost.“Are you alright, my love?” Zander's voice called me out of the thoughts that captured my mind.
GINA'S POV“He broke his f**king cellphone?”“Yes, Luna,” one of my mother's trusted guards replied. I had informed her of my situation, and she sent men to protect me and carry out my orders. Having to deal with Arthur and now this? “F**k!” I cursed under my breath.I turned to Chris, captured and held by two other huge guards. His lips and brows were bleeding from the little fight he had put up when I asked to have his cellphone. “F**k you, Chris. F**k you,” I cursed in a low voice, jabbing a finger at him.I knew he was hiding something. The air in the warehouse was thick with tension, tinged with the scent of rust and dust of old crates and machines. Dim light filtered through cracked windows and roof, casting eerie shadows that danced along the concrete walls. My anxiety was clearly over the f**king roof.I had called Chris earlier in the day to speak with him about Van's medication, but he refused to pick my calls. I sent my men over,and they found him and brought him here t
NARAH'S POVI wanted to go alone to Chris's apartment, but Liora was too stubborn to listen. She insisted on coming. Zander gave me one of his cars. He and Isolde stayed back with Anakiyus and Nas.As I drove speedily through the dark of night, the thought of something bad happening to Chris flooded my mind. It just frightened me that it had Gina's name written all over.It's definitely something she could do. I had underestimated her. The long drive to Chris's place added to my anxiety; I hoped he was safe. “I pray we find him home, and that the text was all a mean joke,” Liora said, taking off the hat and blonde wig on her head. She tossed them to the backseat.“I hope so,” I replied.His message said to take Liora and run, but I was taking her back to his place, where the danger might still be lurking. I only wanted to know he was safe. Unlike Liora, Chris's magic wasn't as strong; he didn't have the teachers she'd had over the years. Although he went through books and practised,
NARAH’S POV“What?” Zander asked, surprised.“Are you Mr. Mysterious?” I repeated, assuming he didn't hear me the first time.“No, I'm not,” he blurted out, disbelief thick in his voice. “How could you think that?”“Why wouldn't I? It seems to me that you pretended you'd never heard of the Moon Jade before you met me. You cast a fake mate bond on me, and for what?”Zander fell silent. His eyes darted away, his jaw tightening. Then, he moved closer to me, his demeanour shifting. There was an air of regret in his gaze, something I hadn’t noticed before, but it didn’t soften the storm brewing inside me.“I’m sorry I did that, Narah,” he said softly, his voice calmer now. “I didn’t mean to deceive you like that.”I stared at him, every word a new weight on my shoulders. My chest tightened as the truth hit me with full force. He wasn't denying it. I had been so foolish to believe his excuses before. So many signs, so many warning bells ringing, but I had ignored them all. He had played me
NARAH’S POVThe water ran hot, steam curling around me as I stood under the shower, letting the heat flow into my skin, washing away the remnants of the night before.Just as I tried to relax, I heard Liora’s voice scream, “Are you still going to wear that beautiful wedding dress?”I couldn't hear her properly, so I turned off the shower. “WHAT?”“The wedding dress!” she shouted. “Are you still going to put it on? Ellie is calling.”How did I forget about that? “Sure, I will. For dramatic effect,” I screamed back.“That's my girl,” Liora said, and a smile tugged at the edges of my lips.I turned on the shower again and let it all flow—my anger, my confusion, the stench or alcohol, the memories of Hendrix, Ophelia and Jenna, and the mounting pressure of everything I had just uncovered. It was all too much, yet not enough. The truth was a cruel thing, especially when you couldn’t unlearn it.But as the water ran cold, something else was there. A hollow emptiness in the space where my w
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