Darius’s POV Jake and I strode down the quiet hallway, my mind swirling with thoughts as Agatha’s unexpected declaration replayed in my mind. A ball for Serena? I knew my mother, Agatha was hardly one for sudden gestures of kindness, much less throwing a celebration. She never did anything without purpose much less something like this, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that Serena was at the heart of some larger scheme. Jake’s low whistle cut into my thoughts as we entered the room. “The Luna’s oddly jovial don't you think?” his eyes flashed with deeper meaning. “Celebrating a healer in the pack?” He paused, glancing around. “It’s not like her to throw a ball for celebration.” “I know,” I nodded, my tone skeptical. “She has her reasons, no doubt. Agatha doesn’t do anything without a hidden agenda.” My eyes were narrowed as suspicion gnawed at me. A healer was a rare thing, and it boded well for the pack the healer was in, Agatha knew this as well as I did. “I just don’t know what
Susan’s POV Susan paced back and forth in her dimly lit study, her fingers pressed to her temples as she absorbed the news that had left her reeling. Serena, the quiet, unassuming stepdaughter she'd long overlooked, was a healer. She let out a scoff, shaking her head as if it would somehow make the revelation seem less absurd. Serena—a healer. It just seemed incredulous to think of it. “I just can't figure it out,” she muttered under her breath as she paced back and forth, her mind deep in thought. It was no wonder she'd feel this way, the Luna had organized a ball in Serena's honor. Her honor! It was a loud and clear message to everyone that Luna valued Serena, and despite herself, Susan couldn’t help but have mixed feelings about it. "I just don’t get it," Stephanie pouted as she crossed her arms, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes flashed with barely concealed malice. "How could we never know? Not a single sign, nothing! It doesn’t make sense,” her eyes reflecte
Serena’s POVThe figure walked into the light, and my breath caught in my throat. I was paralysed for a little while due to terror. Even though the shadows partially obscured the stranger's face, there was something familiar about them. Something that gave me a shiver down my back.With my heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back. "Who are you?" My voice trembled as I asked.The figure took a while to respond. Rather, they moved closer still, taking steady, deliberate steps. When they did say something, it was in a low, almost too-calm voice. "Serena, you shouldn't be by yourself."My blood ran cold when I heard my name come out of their mouth. How were they acquainted with me? I attempted to locate them by scanning their face, but their features were hidden by the shadows."Who are you?" I repeated, despite my legs shaking, with more vigor this time. "What is it that you want?"At that moment, the individual completely emerged into the light, exposing their face.She was the one.H
Serena’s POVThe figure walked into the light, and my breath caught in my throat. I was paralysed for a little while due to terror. Even though the shadows partially obscured the stranger's face, there was something familiar about them. Something that gave me a shiver down my back.With my heart thumping in my chest, I stepped back. "Who are you?" My voice trembled as I asked.The figure took a while to respond. Rather, they moved closer still, taking steady, deliberate steps. When they did say something, it was in a low, almost too-calm voice. "Serena, you shouldn't be by yourself."My blood ran cold when I heard my name come out of their mouth. How were they acquainted with me? I attempted to locate them by scanning their face, but their features were hidden by the shadows."Who are you?" I repeated, despite my legs shaking, with more vigor this time. "What is it that you want?"At that moment, the individual completely emerged into the light, exposing their face.She was the one.H
Serena’s POV It was time I thought as I stared at my reflection one last time in the mirror, my hands tugging on the gown to put it in place. The deep navy fabric hugged my figure perfectly, but my reflection seemed hollow, my thoughts elsewhere. My breaths were slightly shaky as I tried to calm down, I wasn't accustomed to being at such events. Father felt I was a disgrace being his first daughter and also being wolfless. I could already imagine that Agatha had probably invited all the region's leaders to attend the ball. And I would be with Darius, the thought made my breath hitch in my throat. We'd not spoken or met since that day he'd kissed me, the thought of having to be with him all through the ball made my tummy tangle into knots. I walked slowly towards the hall, conscious of my every step. I could hear the faint sounds of music that got louder until I arrived at the hall. My heart lurched in my chest as I stepped in, I could feel multiple gazes shooting in my directio
Darius POV I wheeled away from the ballroom, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The image of Serena and Alex, dancing closely as if they shared some private world, burned in my mind. My words to her a few days ago echoed unceasingly in my head. I'd made it clear that this wasn’t permanent but fleeting. Why? Why did I feel like this? My heart pounded as if I’d been hit, every nerve sparking with an unrelenting anger. It didn’t make sense—she was free to do as she pleased. I’d kept her at a distance on purpose. But seeing her with Alex felt like a betrayal I couldn’t ignore. I shook my head, hoping to clear the image from my mind, but the jealousy was too raw, too real. It'd happened already, the whole scene of Alex kissing her made my anger bubble furiously within me. There was a heat rising within me, something primal that I couldn’t entirely control. I’d let her in too far, and now, watching her turn to someone else, I realized just how much I cared.
Derek’s POV The house lay silent in the dead of night as Stephanie slipped down the dim corridor, her heart pounding. Shadows stretched across the walls, and every creak of the floorboards felt like a shout. She was aware of every sound, every faint whisper of the wind outside. She had to get in and out of Susan’s room without a trace—this had to be clean, invisible. She paused when she reached the door, her eyes searching the hallway for any movement. But there wasn't a single soul in sight. She held her breath, turned the handle, and slid into the room. It was just as she expected: neat, like a museum display, each object precisely in place. She imagined Susan making her bed every morning, her obsessive nature in each perfectly aligned item. Stephanie knew her mother like the back of her hand, that's why she'd picked this time to sneak in. Keeping her movements controlled, Stephanie moved to the desk, she held a small pen light that she discreetly used to see. She opened the fi
Serena’s POV I was alone in the elevator, its gentle hum filling the air as it descended to the lower levels of the hospital. The thought of seeing Father made my insides twist into knots. Agatha had surely taken his security seriously I thought, recalling the four guards that guarded this single elevator that came down here. They made sure he was comfortable as he recovered I thought, my eyes narrowing. I didn’t care about his comfort. I was here for answers—answers I’d been denied my entire life. When I reached his room, the guard posted outside gave me a silent nod, stepping aside as I knocked and entered. “Serena?” his voice echoed with a slightly surprised tone. My heart thudded as I stepped into the room. Father lay in bed, his face looked slightly pale but his eyes as sharp as ever, following me with a look that managed to be both irritated and dismissive. “Serena,” he said flatly, not bothering to mask the disinterest in his tone. “What are you doing here?” His eyes had
Darius’s POV The air felt thick with tension as I stood before the doctor, Dr. DiMario. Weird name I thought, staring at his neat dreads that hung just a few inches past his ears. “What's her status, Doc?” I asked, breaking the silence. I needed to know Stephanie was fine. “Well,” Dr. DiMario adjusted his glasses, his face drawn with lines from stress. “She's fine,” his first words sent a surge of relief coursing through me. “Her condition is stable now, so she's out of the woods,” Dr. DiMario added. His words were like a tranquilizer that made me relax. Phew! I slowly wiped away a sheen of sweat that'd gathered just above my brow. I hadn’t been able to sit still or do anything, the waiting becoming almost unbearable as I waited for news. “There’s something else,” Dr. DiMario continued, his tone cut through my relief short as he stared at me. He frowned slightly, hesitating. “This is rather unusual but, when I was examining her injuries, I found something strange,” Dr. DiMario
Serena’s POV Uncle Sam could scarcely believe his ears as he stared at me, his face twisted in shock. I'd repeated the same words to him. I wanted a divorce. “Serena,” Uncle Sam began and he leaned forward, his face filled with worry.“Reconsider this, I'm sure you can resolve this…” he glanced at Alex who was standing by the window. “Darius still loves you.” “Don't you dare say that,” I gritted my teeth in displeasure and I looked away, my jaw clenched tightly. “I'm done Uncle Sam,” I whispered, staring at him through watery eyes. “This is it for me,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I saw Alex’s body tense up out of the corner of my eye as he listened to my words. But Uncle Sam wasn't giving up. “Have you thought this through?” he pressed, his eyes searching mine. “I have,” I nodded, fighting for my voice to be calm.After all, Darius had done, it was better this way I thought, I'd spent my whole life trying to fit in. Now? I just wanted to be happy. “But—”“It's no use, Uncle
Serena’s POV My head seemed to throb in sync with the heart monitor that beeped rhythmically beside me as I slowly became conscious. Ouch! A stinging pain assaulted my head and I bit back a wince, clenching my eyes shut. My body felt heavy like stone and I couldn't even move a single finger. Darius. My mind slowly regained clarity as memories came rushing back. The ache in my body was joined by the ache in my heart. Even now I could see him in my mind's eyes. His cold, calculating voice. "Just hold on,” he'd said, his eyes coldly watching as I'd nearly given up the ghost. Because of Stephanie. Damn him! Tears streamed down the sides of my face as I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out the memory. “You're such a fool, Serena,” I whispered, clenching my hands and my nails dug into my palms. I'd been a fool to think Darius would have anything remotely close to feelings for me. I'd let myself sink into delusion. And now I was paying the price. He'd not cared if I was going
"What exactly do you want?" Derek swiveled in his chair and he smirked at the man who sat across the desk. The room was dimly lit and the lights cast shadows across his face. Malcolm's expression didn't waver as he stared at Derek. “You seem calm for someone whose empire is crumbling,” Malcolm began, running a hand through his hair. He looked visibly frustrated. He got up and began to pace, his body language was stiff and tense. "Nothing is going according to plan. Heck! I don't even know what the plan is anymore," Malcolm ranted, pacing back and forth. He looked very restless. "Hmph!" Derek snorted, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I never thought you'd be this shifty and disturbed. And how you have the guts to strut in error after trying to betray me," the temperature in the room dropped drastically as Derek glared at Malcolm, his eyes icy. "I…" Malcolm swallowed but he shook his head immediately. "This isn't the time to point accusing fingers around Derek," he paused,
My head was in the clouds as I walked through the garden, my heart beating with every step. The garden looked beautiful, but my mind wasn't there. Everything Darius had said earlier flashed through my head. 'I'd slapped Stephanie? How? When?' My eyes narrowed when I recalled my encounter with her some time back, she'd strutted around, very nearly getting under my skin if not for Uncle Sam. Yet she was accusing me of slapping her. Darius's reaction was what stung me the most, he'd glowered at me with dark cold eyes. Of Course he would, I looked down, filling my eyes. He cared for her, he always had. I'd been a fool not to see that. I was so constricted in thoughts I barely noticed Agatha approaching until her voice cut through the silence. "Serena," she said, startling me slightly. "I've been looking for you," she stared at me. I couldn't quite place what it was but something about her felt off, her tone unfamiliar. Cold."Sorry," I whispered under my breath. "I just ne
Darius’s POV The drive to the hospital felt unending, too many times I pressed harder on the gas, worry and panic pushing me on. I ignored the angry honks from irritated drivers as I sped past traffic lights and probably broke every law in the driver's rulebook. This was all my fault I thought, my hands tightening around the steering wheel. I'd hesitated and delayed in finding what to do with Serena. And now, this happened. The thought of Stephanie, pale and helpless in a hospital bed sent a wave of guilt and anger flooding into me, both warring for supremacy. My chest felt heavy when I finally drove into the hospital, it was a miracle I'd even arrived safely considering how recklessly I'd been driving. I strode quickly up the stairs, through the doors, and into the hospital. When I walked in I headed straight to the reception desk. A nurse dressed in scrubs was busy behind a computer screen. "I'm here for someone," I began, my heart beating erratically and my palms were swe
Serena’s POV The walls of the house felt like they were closing on me, suffocating my thoughts and breath as I paced back and forth. How could Darius accuse me of slapping Stephanie? It was outrageous I thought, the accusations hanging over me like a cloud. 'She wouldn't lie about this," Darius's words from earlier slammed into me like a punch to the gut. I didn't know what hurt me more. The fact that he'd rather believe Stephanie than me or the fact that he was fighting for her, not me. How had I become the villain in a story I didn’t even know I was a part of?He'd left, to go see her. The thought of the alarm and worry on Darius's face had deeply hurt me. "Serena," Marcella's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to meet her eyes and my heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. She looked hesitant, almost like she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I needed answers."What happened?" I asked, trying to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. “
Serena’s POV My heart was heavy as I stood by the window, my eyes staring at the night view through the curtains. It was a beautiful sight but even that couldn’t ease the ball of tension that wound itself in my belly. My hands were trembling as I dialed Dylan’s number, my mind racing with thoughts. The line rang a few times before Dylan picked up. “Serena?” Dylan sounded surprised. I never called him, and why would I? He'd act coldly and disregard me and I'd learned to stay distant, at least until now. “Father,” I exhaled, trying to sound relaxed. “How's everything back at the pack?” I asked, steering the conversation. “Well,” Dylan sighed, his voice sounded weary. “The entire Pack's a mess, Derek made sure of that. The situation's under control but it's too early to give up,” my eyes narrowed as I listened to him. It was worse than I'd thought. “Darius's support has been very helpful,” Dylan added, his voice lightening up. My belly squeezed into knots when he mentioned Darius
Stephanie’s POV The place was dark and silent as I stepped out of my car, my eyes darting back and forth. Derek had arranged to meet here, I didn't know why but in any case I'd come. I was here for answers. I adjusted my coat as a chill assaulted me, and I made my way up the stairs leading to the mansion. ‘Hmph!’ I snorted coldly, gritting my teeth as I glared at the house, Derek had a lot of explaining to do. But even as I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help the unease that bit into me. The guards by the door didn't even glance at me as I walked in, it was almost as if I was invisible. Derek was seated in the living room, the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes. I was surprised to see Cynthia, she was perched on the armrest of his chair. ‘What was she doing here?’ My brows shot up as I glanced at her, I could vividly recall the way she'd sulked off the last time I was here. “Stephanie,” Derek greeted, his eyes followed my movements as I stopped a few meters away.