Kylie’s POV.As I trained tirelessly in the days leading up to the banquet, I constantly reminded myself: “I must learn and thrive to become a powerful Luna. At the upcoming event, I must prove my status.” The swimming pool, once a canvas of my fears, had transformed into a crucible where I forged my resolve. Under Logan’s vigilant guidance, every stroke and dive became more than just physical movements; they were deliberate acts of empowerment. The water no longer symbolized fear but represented the fluidity and adaptability required of a leader.Parallel to my aquatic training, dance practice intertwined seamlessly with my swimming regimen, with each discipline informing the other. The dance studio, with its echoing taps and sweeps, resonated with the rhythm of my increasing confidence. I learned to carry myself not just as someone moving to music but as a leader moving through the world. “This is who you need to be,” I would whisper to myself in front of the studio mirrors, wa
Kylie’s POV.The music and laughter of the banquet had barely faded into a soft murmur when Graham’s demeanor shifted from confusion to suspicion. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, remained locked on me even as the crowd around us moved in oblivious mirth. Standing beside me with a hand lightly resting on the small of my back, Logan seemed momentarily unaware of the tension brewing.“Graham, I assure you, this is Anne,” Logan reiterated with a calm that belied the undercurrent of strain in his voice. His introduction at the banquet had been clear, but it hadn’t dispelled Graham’s doubts.Graham’s laugh was short and devoid of humor. “Come on, Logan. You expect me to believe that? She’s Kylie. I know my wife,” he protested, his voice rising slightly, drawing curious glances from nearby guests.“I understand this is hard for you, Graham, but I’m not who you think I am,” I said, my voice steady, projecting a confidence I hoped would quell his insistence. Inside, my heart raced—each beat
Kylie’s POVAs the tension from the evening’s events still lingered, I watched Graham retreat to the restroom, clearly flustered and embarrassed by the spilled wine. My instincts told me to help him, despite the turmoil he had caused earlier. Logan, sensing my intent, stepped forward to follow.“Should we help him?” I asked quietly, glancing at Logan.Logan nodded. “I have an extra shirt in the car. Let’s head to the valet and get it.”We made our way through the bustling party, weaving between guests who were blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding. As we reached the entrance, Logan flagged down a valet. “Could you please bring my car around? There’s something I need from it.”The valet nodded and hurried off. As we waited, I turned to Logan. “Thank you for this. I know it’s not your responsibility, but it means a lot.”Logan gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Graham might have been out of line, but everyone deserves a chance to save face.”We stood in silence for a m
The atmosphere in the Wolf Clan’s meeting hall was charged with tension. Elders and leaders sat around the large, circular table, their faces grave and expressions tight. I took my place beside Logan, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. This wasn’t just another meeting but a matter of life and death.Logan began the meeting, his voice steady and authoritative. “We’ve received disturbing news about the Umbra Academy. They have taken control of Elder Horace’s Pack and kidnapped his daughter, Leila.”Gasps and murmurs of shock rippled through the room. Elder Horace, a respected figure in our community, looked devastated. The worry etched into his features shattered his usually composed demeanor. His hands trembled slightly as he clasped them on the table.“What do we know about the kidnapping?” one of the Elders asked, his voice laced with concern.Logan glanced at me briefly before addressing the group. “The Umbra Academy has been targeting smaller packs for mont
Kylie’s POV.I was falling. The sensation of plummeting through the air was both exhilarating and terrifying. The wind roared around me, and the icy water of the river below seemed to rise to meet me. Logan’s face was the last thing I saw before the world turned into a blur of motion and noise. I reached out, my fingers brushing his as he dove after me, determined to save us both.The fall seemed endless, and for a fleeting moment, I was weightless, suspended between the sky and the river. Then, with a jarring splash, the water swallowed me. Cold, dark, and overwhelming, the river’s current pulled at me, dragging me beneath the surface. I struggled to keep my head above the water, gasping for air as the force of the current battered me against the rocks.Through the haze of pain and disorientation, I felt Logan’s arms around me. He had found me in the chaos of the river, his grip firm as he pulled me to the surface. His voice was a distant echo as he called my name, his words filled
Kylie’s POV.I was almost ready to tell Logan everything, to finally reveal my past. The mark on his neck had stopped me in my tracks—the shock of seeing it had stolen my words, leaving me speechless. As I gathered the courage to speak again, Logan suddenly looked up.“The grilled fish! It must be ready by now,” he said, cutting through my shock with his abrupt exclamation. He stood up and hurried out of the room, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The heaviness that had settled over me when Graham left was lifting, replaced by an inexplicable sense of contentment. “How is this possible? I never thought I could trust anyone again.” Logan’s presence was slowly changing everything I thought I knew about trust and betrayal. Graham had shattered my ability to trust, but Logan was piecing it back together, bit by bit. Each kind gesture, each moment of care, was mending the broken parts of me. “Can I really let him in? Can I trus
Logan’s POV.I pressed my lips against Anne’s, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. Our intimacy was growing deeper, our kisses more passionate, and our embraces tighter. Her touch sent electric shivers down my spine, and for a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist.Suddenly, the door swung open, and one of my betas stumbled in, his eyes wide with shock. He quickly realized his mistake and bolted out, leaving the door slightly ajar. The interruption startled both of us, and Anne’s eyes widened in surprise.“Damn it!” I growled, untangling myself from her. “Of all the times…”Anne rolled further into the bed, pulling the blanket over her head. “Just deal with it, Logan,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the covers. “I’m going back to sleep.”Frustration boiled inside me as I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I found the beta waiting nervously outside. His eyes darted to the floor as I approached, my anger palpable.“What the hell were you think
Kylie’s POV.As I watched Graham step aside, my phone buzzed in my hand. I glanced at the screen, seeing Logan’s name flash across it. My heart skipped a beat, excitement was quickly replaced by a sense of dread when I heard his moody tone.“Anne, get back to the pack. ASAP.” Logan’s voice was terse, clipped.“Logan, what’s going on?” I asked, concern lacing my words.“Just get here,” he said, and before I could ask anything else, he hung up.The abruptness of the call left me reeling. Logan never acted like this. “What’s happened? Why is he so moody?” I wondered, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I needed to get back to the pack fast.I turned to Graham, who was still standing nearby, clearly reluctant to leave. “Graham, I have to go. Something urgent came up,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.“I can drop you off,” Graham offered, his eyes filled with concern.“No, it’s fine. I can take a cab,” I insisted, forcing a smile. “I don’t want to trouble you.”“It’s no trou
Kylie’s POVFlora leaves the hospital, her triumphant laughter echoing in my ears. My hands clench into fists, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. “She thinks she’s won,” I mutter to myself, my determination hardening. “But this is just the beginning.”I turn to my family, their faces etched with worry and confusion. My mother steps forward, her eyes searching mine. “Kylie, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”I take a deep breath, forcing a reassuring smile. “Mom, Dad, I promise you, everything will be fine. Flora is just trying to stir trouble. I have everything under control.”My father frowns, his concern evident. “Are you sure, Kylie? This sounds serious.”“I’m sure,” I reply firmly. “I’ve dealt with worse. Trust me, I’ll handle this.” I squeeze my mother’s hand, trying to infuse her with some of my confidence. “Please, just go home and stay safe. I’ll keep you updated.”My brother steps forward, his expression a mix of anger and protectiveness. “You’re not alone i
Kylie’s POV.As I drank the milk, I felt a surge of satisfaction. I knew Olivia was watching me closely, awaiting any sign of an allergic reaction. She had no idea that I had taken allergy medication beforehand to counter any symptoms. “You won’t catch me that easily,” I thought, suppressing a smirk.I had anticipated Flora’s interference. Her persistence was admirable, but ultimately futile. I had installed surveillance at Graham’s house the moment I moved in, a precaution that now proved invaluable. The cameras had captured Flora’s visit to Olivia, and I had watched the footage with a mixture of amusement and irritation.Flora had been thorough, I had to give her that. She had tracked down the swimming coach I initially went to, learning about my fear of water. She had also managed to snap a photo of Logan and me, further fueling her suspicions. “Flora, always digging,” I mused. “You think you’re clever, but I’m always one step ahead.”I handed Olivia the empty glass, her eyes se
Kylie’s POV.Graham stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with fury as he saw Logan and me locked in a kiss. “Logan, get away from her! She loves me, not you,” he shouted, his voice shaking with anger. I was taken aback by his sudden appearance. I hadn’t anticipated this.“How could he find us here? Why now?” I thought, swallowing my emotions to keep my plan intact.Logan pulled away from me, his face hardening. He knew the plan, but his possessive, protective part couldn’t tolerate Graham’s audacity. “You’re delusional, Graham,” Logan retorted, stepping between us. “She doesn’t love you. She never did.”Graham’s fists clenched, his body trembling with rage. “You don’t know anything, Logan! Anne and I have a chemistry. We belong together.”I tried to interject, raising my hands to calm them both. “Graham, Logan, please. This isn’t helping anyone.”But Logan’s anger was palpable, his wolf simmering just below the surface. “Chemistry? You mean the chemistry where you always trail
Kylie’s POV.Reuniting with my family had infused me with renewed strength and determination. Sitting around the kitchen table, I explained the next part of my plan to my parents. “I need you to take back the complaint against Graham,” I said, my voice steady but firm.My parents exchanged confused glances. My father was the first to speak, his brow furrowed in concern. “But Kylie, you were the one who asked Michael to capture Graham in the first place. Why are you asking us to withdraw the case now?”I took a deep breath, knowing I had to make them understand. “I wrote to Michael to capture Graham for a reason,” I began, looking directly into their eyes. “I needed to win over Graham’s family. They would never trust me as Anne, and since we’re competitors in business, they’d always be suspicious. By having Michael capture Graham, I’ve created an opportunity to gain their trust and make them my pawns.”My mother’s face softened with understanding, but there was still a flicker of wo
Kylie’s POV.Flora's unwavering determination had shaken me more than I cared to admit. I sat in my office, my mind reeling from her confrontation. For the first time in a long while, I felt a pang of fear. She had come too close to the truth, and her persistence was unnerving.Just as I was trying to collect my thoughts, Logan walked up to me. His expression was stern, his anger still palpable. Despite his frustration, he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with worry.I nodded, trying to steady my voice. "Yeah... I'm just fine."He studied me for a moment, his eyes softening slightly. "You don't look fine, Kylie. Flora's getting out of control, it seems."I met his gaze, feeling a surge of gratitude despite our tension. "Thank you, Logan, for everything. I know you're still angry with me, but I appreciate you checking on me."Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I am angry, Kylie. But I can't just stop caring ab
Kylie’s POV.The confrontation with Logan lingered in my mind like a dark cloud. His words had cut deeper than I cared to admit. I had grown so attached to him that any confrontation, especially one so intense, hurt me more than I was willing to show. My heart ached with a mix of regret and stubborn resolve.Despite my reluctance, I forced myself to go to the office. As the General Manager, I had responsibilities that couldn't be ignored, no matter how much I wanted to stay hidden away. With a heavy heart, I headed to Novalife, hoping the day's work would distract me from my emotional turmoil.Sitting in my office, I found it impossible to focus. Logan's angry words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled in my chest. I stared blankly at the documents before me, unable to muster the energy to care about them.Suddenly, the door to my office opened. I looked up to see Flora, now relegated to cleaning duty, hesitating at the threshold. She g
Kylie’s POV.The video opened with a shaky handheld shot of Kylie, bruised and visibly terrified. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear. Her lips trembled as she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this…” The camera captured her every movement, but the person holding it remained out of sight, their presence felt only through the sinister silence.The backdrop was a familiar dock, the ocean’s waves crashing ominously against the rocks. Kylie’s dress was torn, and she clutched at her side as if in pain. The desperation in her voice was palpable as she tried to reason with her unseen assailant. “How... How can you do this to me...”Before she could finish, a harsh push sent her sprawling into the icy water. The camera followed her descent, capturing the splash and her frantic struggle to stay afloat. The video cut off abruptly as she disappeared beneath the surface, leaving viewers with a haunting image of helplessness and terror.I posted the video across multiple social networks, kn
Kylie’s POV.Hearing the news of Graham and Flora's divorce from Logan had given me a sense of satisfaction. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't done until Flora was completely broken. There was still so much more to do. As my car headed to the office, I saw Flora walking alone, looking like she was barely holding it together. Her clothes were tattered, her face pale and drawn, a far cry from the confident woman she used to be."Stop the car," I commanded the driver, my eyes never leaving Flora's pitiful figure. "Wait here."Stepping out, I approached her cautiously, keeping a safe distance to observe her unnoticed. She was muttering angrily to herself, her voice a mixture of despair and venom. "Anne… that bitch. She's the reason for all this. She should burn in hell. It's all her fault. I hope she rots."I couldn't suppress a smirk. Seeing her in such a state was more satisfying than I had imagined. I coughed a few times to grab her attention, and she turned around, startled, her eyes
Logan’s POV. The phone feels heavy in my hand as I call Marcus. The urgency in my voice is unmistakable. “Marcus, I need you to gather a few soldiers and meet me at the warehouse by the dock. Anne has been kidnapped. We need to move fast.”Marcus doesn’t hesitate. “We’re on it, Logan. We’ll be there as quickly as possible.”I know I’ll reach the warehouse before them, but waiting isn’t an option. Anne’s safety is my priority, and I’ll protect her at any cost, even if it means risking my own life. I hang up and rush to my car, retrieving the handgun from the glove compartment. Six bullets. I need to use them wisely.The drive to the warehouse is a blur of flashing lights and honking horns. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and determination. The city’s shadows seem to close in around me, amplifying the urgency of the situation. As I pull up to the warehouse, I see the hulking, decrepit building looming in the dim light. This place is a labyrinth of danger,