GINA'S POV “You failed your father miserably. How could you?” my mother snapped, anger edging her voice, biting into her words as they struck me.The scent of her perfume filled the air, making my stomach turn. I didn't know what the f**k to say to her, or if I could even think of anything to say at all.“This is all that stupid girl's fault. That whore, Narah,” Ria groaned bitterly.Was it really Narah's fault that my life was a f**king mess? My father wouldn't even speak with me, let alone see me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing larger. What was there to say?“I'm sorry, mom...I just need more—”“More what?” “...” Panic surged through me, and my voice shuddered in my throat, locked up by fear and shock. I'd fiercely wished that I had the courage to defend myself right now, but I cowered like the coward that I was at the mention of my father.I wished I could find the f**king courage to defend myself, to scream at her that I wasn’t the one who had failed—I wasn’t t
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.
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 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 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 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 (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 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
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.
GINA'S POV “You failed your father miserably. How could you?” my mother snapped, anger edging her voice, biting into her words as they struck me.The scent of her perfume filled the air, making my stomach turn. I didn't know what the f**k to say to her, or if I could even think of anything to say at all.“This is all that stupid girl's fault. That whore, Narah,” Ria groaned bitterly.Was it really Narah's fault that my life was a f**king mess? My father wouldn't even speak with me, let alone see me. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat growing larger. What was there to say?“I'm sorry, mom...I just need more—”“More what?” “...” Panic surged through me, and my voice shuddered in my throat, locked up by fear and shock. I'd fiercely wished that I had the courage to defend myself right now, but I cowered like the coward that I was at the mention of my father.I wished I could find the f**king courage to defend myself, to scream at her that I wasn’t the one who had failed—I wasn’t t