RYANThe sound of my fists pounding out the rhythm on the heavy bag echoed through the gym, with every strike ringing around the space. My arms and chest were slick with sweat, and every movement caused my muscles to ripple. Metal, labour, and the faint vestiges of my wolf's ancient might hung in the air. This was à therapy session for me and not training. Every jab and every uppercut was a comfort. I wasn't satisfied even though the punching bag swung wildly beneath my attack. I grabbed the chain, reshaped my stance, and attacked again. I was incited by every thought of betrayal and every gossiping rumour that Hailey was injured. My nurturing instinct expanded and became more bestial when I knew she was carrying my pups inside her. No one dares to encroach on her like my world does.The repeated battering of my fists was broken by Logan's yell, "Alpha," and I came out of my daze. Standing at the door as calmly as ever, his presence was, however, not to be ignored. "What's it?" I snar
HAILEYTwo months had passed since the Ryan shoot, but the memory of it lingered in my mind like a catchy earworm song. Every moment of that day was an unspoken vow between us—a raw, shocking connection that both of us could not escape. Now, as I strolled through one of Ryan's chain stores, I was just as much the woman that I had become: fierce, powerful, and unbreakable.Flora accompanied me, my fiery red hair cascading in waves down my back. My combat boots clattered off the marble floor, and my leather jacket fit loosely over her shoulder. She was a hurricane, unrepentant and flashy, and her brashness was catching with her own dark, dark black hair."See," I said, holding the thin black dress against my body, "I could do this. With some thigh-high boots, I'll have to be gorgeous."She laughed, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of a red dress. "They're already drooling over you, Hailey. You don't need the dress."I smiled, bending the dress over my arm. "That's true, but a
SELENA My lair smelt of magic and incense, with the sweet metallic tang of blood mingled with the scent of burning sage. My brew was churning in emerald and black hues as my kettle bubbled gently. In an attempt to find an explanation for the chaos that was developing within the supernatural community, I looked into the raging depths. Then, as though in reaction to what I was thinking, the soft knock reverberated throughout the cave. I screamed, "Enter," my voice resonating off the stone walls. With tentative feet and angry eyes, Marissa stepped inside. In contrast to her normally calm demeanour, she seemed dishevelled. She had apparent bruises on her perfect skin, and her energy had a raw edge that she was unable to hide. She said, "Selene," in a hoarse voice.I leaned back in my chair with my hands folded in my lap and said, 'Marissa. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?' She paused, looking around the room as if anticipating a trap. 'You know why I'm here', she finally said sh
LOGANEverything was going well and fine at the packhouse; Hailey and Ryan had finally mated, making her a full-fledged queen like she was meant to be. I know she's mad, but she'd forgive our King eventually. I smiled as I remembered how he had ordered us all to our mates.It's morning, and suddenly, while making rounds, my wolf becomes unsteady emotionally. I could feel Flora grieving, and as I tried to look into it, I was mindlinked to get to the borders, rogues attacked, and my daughter was dead. I immediately crouch down and run along in my wolf form; getting there I notice Ryan, Flora and some pack members then I see the shield around Hailey, she's holding my lifeless daughter in her arms and there's a light busting from her palm into Alexia, her red hair is all over her face, her eyes electrifying then suddenly my beautiful baby girl sneezes and I collapse instantly, how she did it I don't know but she's brought my baby back to life and at this point I'm close to being hysterica
LUCYThe forest was alive with whispers, a haunting melody that wove through the trees, urging me forward. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of my desires and the promises I was about to make pressing down on me. My heart thundered in my chest as I approached the familiar clearing, the air thick with the scent of herbs and smoke.Selene’s lair was shrouded in darkness, an ominous glow emanating from the entrance. The witch’s power hung in the air, palpable and suffocating. I hesitated at the threshold, my hand trembling as I pushed the heavy wooden door open.How Marissa thought I'd simply sit around and watch as I lost everything I don’t know. How is it possible that now Ryan will be killed? What happens to me then? If I can have Ryan I must attain power and attain Thomas. I won't lose in everything “Selene,” I called out, my voice barely above a whisper.The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering flames of black candles scattered throug
ISAIAHNight fell over the grove, dark and dense. The stillness was so absolute it felt unnatural—like the world was holding its breath waiting for something to occur. I sat on the edge of the pack's sacred grove, the crescent moon casting silver streams of light in the clearing. Most would be reassured by this stillness, but not me. Peace was a stranger, and it came to me with its own sort of pain. My sight, this damn "blessing," was to protect and guide the pack. But tonight, the visions abandoned the future, dragging me into the past.Her face flashed before my mind, as it always did when the world grew too quiet. Selene.Her name came into my head like a chant, silky and sugary but weighted with grief. A blessing, a curse, and whatever you want. I shut my eyes and the recollections came spilling forward.It was a summer evening, one of those idyllic instances when day lingers around for a minute longer as if the sun is reluctant to let go. That is when I first laid eyes on her—sta
SELENEThe darkened room was quiet, save for the crackle of the fire in the hearth. The shadows danced on the walls of stone, their shapes shifting and distorting like the specters of my past. I stared into the flames, my mind far from their heat. Tonight's burdens weighed more heavily upon me than at any point in years.I ought to be celebrating. My strength had multiplied ten times over the past twenty years, and my name was mentioned in awe and terror across the supernatural planes. But tonight, those triumphs were bitter-tasting.She filled my mind.Hailey Quinn, the Luna Queen who was meant to bring together all kingdoms, had become something I could no longer avoid. She wasn't simply pregnant with Ryan's children—she was pregnant with a new era. The prophecy of her and the triplets sent shivers down my spine. If she won, my well-laid plans would be destroyed, and all I'd accomplished would amount to nothing.But my thoughts were interrupted by a voice that caused me to shiver ev
AARONThe city's pulse pulsed at my feet, its unconquerable beat stoking mine. I stood in my penthouse, looking out over the sweeping skyline that sparkled under the light of midnight. Down there, the world was frantic, discordant, and irrelevant. I ruled it all from where I stood—the fashion empire I had built as a cover, the intricate traps I wove, the lives I controlled at will.And none of it counted. Not really.She did.Hailey Quinn.Her name was a chant that went on in my mind, a hymn that increased its urgency with each day. I had seen her first in the reports of my spies, a shadow figure wrapped in secrets and unleashed might. And then I saw her close up. All else fell into nothingness when I looked upon her for the first time. She was not just beautiful; she was goddess-like. Potent. Destined for greatness. And she would belong to me.I padded barefoot back from the window, walking across the marble floor of my penthouse suite. The inside was a reflection of the duality of m
AARONThe past had a way of creeping back in, no matter how much I tried to hide it.I'd had a craving for power. No, that was too weak—I'd been obsessed with it. Power was my aim, my constant thought. And Hailey… Hailey had been my fixation, the crown treasure that I believed I ought to have claimed.I had spent years believing I deserved the throne, deserving of her love. If I had been Alpha King and not Ryan, I would be the one standing beside her, ruling alongside her. I had wanted it at any cost, so much so that I had lost myself in its longing.Time had taken away the illusions from me, forcing me to face reality. Then, meeting my mate and having my beautiful Aurora finally subdued my person, and all my unnecessary cravings disappeared. Hailey wasn't ever going to be my own. And power? Power was a momentary flash, a burden that could destroy the very person that held it. I had seen what it did to others, seen how the burden of it had nearly shattered Hailey.And now I was watch
TURTELAThe second I entered my chambers, the weight of it all came crashing upon me.I had held on in that room, standing before my family, as I watched the breaking of a man I had known my entire life. Logan—the hard-as-nails warrior, the father figure who had always stridden so fearlessly—became something raw and broken.And David…That smug, condescending grin. The ring of his laughter echoing, taunting us after his devastation.I clung to the doorframe, shaking hand. I was gasping for breath, constricted chest, scorched throat. I had fought so hard to have some kind of strength in that room, not to break down. But now, here in the privacy of my own chambers, I could finally release it all.A sob of shuddering tore from my throat as I dropped to knees.It was too much.The lying and the betrayal and the war roiling outside our walls. Feeling powerless gnawed at me like a sickness. I was always the bright one, the warm one, the one with the smile that could find humor even in dire
ISAIAHThe air was thick with heaviness. Magic clung like a heavy fog, the stench of incense and old shadows poisoning every breath I took. My flesh itched as the remnant of David's black magic clung to the packhouse walls, a harbinger of what was to come.All of that was nothing compared to the devastation in Logan's eyes before he shifted and vanished into the shadows.I had seen so much sorrow, could foresee so many losses to come. And yet even my gift—the visions the divine had given me—the visions could not prepare me for the bare, suffocating despair that consumed Logan.Flora had been his everything. His salvation for a lifetime of pain. And to discover that she was never his to begin with? That their bond was an illusion of magic?It shattered something inside him that might never heal.Hailey was where Logan had just left, her jaw set, her fists clenched. Her words echoed in my mind."We have to kill him."And she was right.David had grown beyond what I had foreseen. He had
MARISSAThe packhouse was eerily silent, as if the walls themselves grappled with making sense of what had happened. Smoke and the bitter taste of burned magic clung in the air, mingling with the raw emotion that radiated from all assembled. My own heart pounded in every beat as I took in the scene before me.Logan—our Logan—kneeling on the ground, broken.I had never witnessed him so broken. Never. This resilient man had never been so broken. Yet even I had no idea how to process all of these new information. Flora had been so devoted and loving to her mate and child so this revelation is simply too astounding. The man who had been a rock of fortitude, who had battled and fought and led wars and defended his daughter with a ferocity that shook the world—cried.Hailey sat next to him, her presence in itself a soothing balm of reassurance, but even she could not repair this. Some wounds cut too deep. Some truths dismantled everything. Flora was her best friend yet she seemed so lost r
LOGANThe grounds groaned beneath me, the motor growled, but I hardly heard it. I was not unconscious of the cold, stinging night air whipping by. I was still unable to understand their words. "Flora was his mother." "His father was Azure." In my imagination, these phrases sounded like battle drums. Flora. My friend, my mate, the mother of my daughter and the angelic human I had loved with every fibre of my being is presently being linked to the one who almost destroyed us all? How is this even possible?. I tried to calm my beating heart, which had suddenly become unsteady, perspirations across my forehead as my knuckles repeatedly shook and the words I had heard settled and dawned on me. Years had passed since she died—gone from me, leaving only memories and an empty spot that I had never occupied. And now, suddenly, the truth was revealed. She had another living child. The son of Azure. I grind my teeth. It was an unpleasant betrayal. This information had dealt me a sudden blow, and
JACKSONI felt like the wind had been punched out of my lungs.David was Alexia's half-brother?That wasn't some irrelevant piece of information we had overlooked—that changed everything.I turned to Jermaine, my fists tightening. "Are you sure?"Jermaine's expression was serious. He tapped the parchment again. "This record is old, Jackson. There's no mistake. Azure and Alexia's mother had a child before ever meeting Alexia's father. That child was David."I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get my head around it. "So that means." My jaw clenched. "That means he's been lying to Jaden the entire time."Jermaine nodded. "Not just Jaden. All of us."I sucked in a sharp breath. "We have to tell Hailey."Jermaine hesitated. "We have to be careful how we do that. Jaden is already wound up. If we push him too hard, he'll think we're trying to manipulate him."I growled. "I don't care if he gets mad at me. This doesn't involve Jaden anymore. Alexia's involved. And if David is anything lik
DAVIDI could feel the change in the air.Jaden was stepping back.Not sudden—not a drastic move. But I knew him too well. He lingered a little longer. His eyes lingered a little longer, searching for something he wasn't sure that he wanted to see.I had seen it before. Doubt. It was a powerful thing. A weapon.And I was a master at wielding it.I had to act quickly.I came across him near the training grounds, looking up into the branches of the trees as if in deep thought. Perfect."Deep in thought about something serious?" I joked, my tone light and cheerful.Jaden shifted restlessly, then shook his head once more. "A lot on my mind."I rested against the stone wall beside him. "Jackson and Jermaine, then?"His head whirled around. "How did you—I smiled. "Come on, Jaden. We've been friends for years. You think I don't know when something's wrong with you?"His shoulders relaxed a bit. He wanted to believe me.Good."Let me guess," I continued, looking at him. "They think I'm a thr
JADENI ran through the castle halls, my brothers' words ringing in my ears."David is not safe. You have to wake up, Jaden.""There's something not right with him. I don't trust him.""And you shouldn't either."It wasn't what they told me that unsettled me—it was the certainty in their voices. Jermaine was usually reserved, the sort who would weigh everything before he spoke, and Jackson, despite his arrogance at times, possessed a keen eye for spotting lies. But they were both wrong this time.David was okay.He had always been okay.Hadn't he?I suppressed the idea.Blending around the cutting corner, I bumped my shoulder into the chilly stone wall but barely registered.I needed air.Sliding the doors of the courtyard wide open, I entered the biting night. The sky stretched out endlessly overhead, and stars shone like lanterns in the distance. The stillness was a welcome change.Until I saw him.Waiting beside the far archway, David stood in the shadows. He wasn't pacing. He wasn
JACKSONThe minute I stepped into the castle, I knew something was off. The atmosphere here wasn't just charged—it was polluted. You could smell the hidden odour around here of great trouble brewing. It was silent, a tick below normal, but I'd been a part of the human world long enough not to miss the scent of deceptions when they hung thick in the air.Jermaine was already in the grand hall, arms folded, his face as sharp as ever."Do you feel it too?" he asked as I walked in.I nodded. "David?"Something was not right with him.It's not a suspicion, just intuition. A powerful, nagging feeling that twisted in my gut whenever I looked at him. He was too smooth, too controlled. Men like him couldn't be trusted.I'd run across my fair share of lying people in the human world—corporate vipers who grinned as they orchestrated your downfall, politicians who had spun deception into poetry. And David? The same vibe. The kind of person who took the long way around, who got you to believe him