Ethan P.O.V“She finally fell asleep.” I was complaining.I plopped down on one of the benches in my room when Danny showed up out of nowhere, first aid kit in hand. He started patching up my wounds after tossing aside my shirt.It stung like crazy when Danny began stitching my wound with a needle. No numbing. I’m used to it, but it still hurts. Danny never bothered to check in on me; they just focused on sewing it up, trying to stop the bleeding and hoping I’d pull through.“So, those are Christopher Gale's men?”“You don’t believe me?”He shook his head. “No, Christopher Gale totally caught us off guard. We just discovered he’s in this little town, but it looks like he’s been watching the dorm for ages. We really missed the beginning.”“We didn’t miss anything, Danny. She’s already mine. She sealed my fate, my mate.”“Are you positive? What about Miss Lucy? Isn’t she—”I chuckled a bit at that. My laughter cut off my words, as did his hand stitching up my wound. Danny gave me a look
Claire P.O.VI jolted awake, my mind racing back to the moment those guys shot Sister Maria in the head. I sat up in bed, but I could feel a hand gripping my waist, keeping me from moving around.I was gasping for air, drenched in sweat, and my thoughts were all over the place since I opened my eyes. Indeed, what happened last night was just a nightmare. Sister Maria, Andy, Vicky, Sister Alberta, and the rest of them have to be okay. They have to be.I quickly wrapped the blanket around myself and dashed to the door, even though I had no clue where I was. This place felt weird to me. It definitely wasn’t my room or any dorm room I recognized, and I couldn’t recall ever being here.I struggled as I reached for the door handle because someone was trying to pull it from the other side. Their grip was stronger than mine, and I nearly lost my balance, but then they caught me around the waist. It was Ethan Randall."Hey! Easy!”“No! Let me go! Sister Maria! My family—”“I'll take you later.
Claire P.O.VI glanced over at Ethan, who was sitting beside me. He had his chin resting on his hand, gazing out the window at the street we were walking on, the remnants of the dormitory still smouldering behind us. People were staring at us, their faces a mix of awe and unspoken fear.As we drove off, I saw Agatha being slapped by her dad. Her mom was powerless to intervene, and they were caught up in a heated argument until Agatha fell silent, her father's hand poised to strike again.Ethan Randall—that's the name the Alpha dropped earlier. It sends shivers down the spine of everyone who hears it. Is it really that intimidating?Ethan's voice caught me off guard. He didn’t even turn around when he said, “If you’ve got something to ask, just go ahead. Stop staring at me like that.”“Uh, nothing. But are you actually an Alpha?”Ethan frowned, his forehead creasing as he shot me a disbelieving look. “What do you mean? They call me Alpha, but I’m also a wolf warrior and a Beta? Do you
Claire P.O.VI took Ethan's hand as he reached out to help me out of the car, which had been cruising for about half an hour after we disembarked from his private jet. After leaving the small town and getting the Alpha's nod from my old Pack, where I stayed with the sisters, I followed Ethan.This Pack is way more significant than the one I was part of. It’s not just werewolves; there are humans, too, and everything feels more mixed and diverse. As we made our way to the Pack House on the hillside, I couldn’t help but be amazed by how impressive this Pack really was.As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was blown away by the stunning view of Ethan's Pack House. It looked like a grand castle with its white and blue marble walls sparkling in the sunlight. The massive, sturdy pillars at the corners added to its impressive look, and the expansive courtyard was impeccably kept, watched over by a bunch of alert Wolf guards.“What's wrong? Don’t you like it here?” Ethan asked, and I quickl
Ethan P.O.VI gazed out the window as I swirled the wine in my glass. Though not huge, the backyard was well-kept, and the spring flowers I had requested a while back were now in full bloom.The sun was starting to dip, casting a reddish mauve hue that brought a sense of calm I had missed after being away from this place for months.While I savoured the sunset with my glass of wine, I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my back. A pair of slender fingers adorned with beautifully polished nails brushed against me.Those fingers didn’t just stop there; they began to trace around my waist, and then I felt a warm kiss on my back. I knew exactly who it was, but I didn’t turn around. Instead, I stayed lost in the moment, enjoying the embrace and the familiar scent, all while sipping my wine.As those hands started to slide down to my waist, I quickly took hold of her hand, giving it a few gentle strokes until I could tell she was definitely playing with me.“Is she already in her room?”“Yep, a
Ethan P.O.V"Ah! There! It's feels good! Ah—"My fingers don't stop playing in her pussy. Making her wriggle with pleasure. Her face was red, and her breathing began to sound irregular, but it was like the rhythm of the most beautiful music I had ever heard.Two of my fingers felt wet by her pussy's thick and distinctive liquid. It's been quite a while since the last time we had sex, probably before I went to leave the House Pack to finish my work and do some failed gun deals by the idiots we met. After that, I had to look at a new transaction location and instead met the person I had been looking for."You're nice and wet. Can you tell how it's seeping out more and more?" I asked as she stroked her already very wet pussy."Because you're not here for a long time," Lucy answered. Her hands cupped my face, pulled me into a kiss, and led me to stimulation that was beyond reasonable limits.I stop my finger playing inside her pussy, release our kiss, then crawl down, facing her crotch. W
Claire P.O.VI took Ethan's hand as he guided me into the room Lucy had set up for me. His hand was big, with long, strong fingers, and I could feel some calluses on his palms like he'd been lifting something heavy for a while.The mansion was massive. When I decided to leave the room, I had no clue where to go, just wandering until I ended up in the backyard of that enormous place.Not knowing how to return to my room, I stood there, lost in memories of all the times I shared with Sister Alberta and the rest of my family back in the dorm. Eventually, Ethan came looking for me.Standing in front of the room Lucy had given me, I hesitated at the door, causing Ethan to look at me curiously."Do you need something?" he finally asked, noticing I hadn't stepped inside."Are you heading back to your room?" My question made Ethan raise an eyebrow.It seemed silly, and I could tell he thought so, too."Aren't you scared of sleeping alone?""Honestly, yeah. I've never really gotten used to it.
Claire P.O.VAfter tidying up and getting dressed that morning, I headed downstairs with Ethan. A spread of different dishes awaited us at the dining table, along with Lucy, who was sitting there spreading butter and a bit of jam on a piece of bread.Just like the day before. Lucy looked stunning. Her wavy hair flowed freely, swaying with every movement of her head. It was gorgeous, and I can't count how many times I've said it, but Lucy truly deserves all the compliments."What time did he call?" Ethan asked, giving Lucy a quick kiss on the lips.It was 7:30 AM when he called to say he was at Hong Kong airport and would be there in an hour."Whose plane is he on?""I'm not sure, but it might be your jet. Before you decided to head home, I overheard Danny chatting with someone about the plane.""Ugh, he better cover the expenses." Ethan was annoyed but quickly took his usual spot in the front seat reserved for the family leader.Ethan and Lucy's chat felt so effortless, like they were
Ethan’s P.O.VThe night sky was pitch-black, heavy clouds looming overhead like a bad omen. Ethan stood at the edge of the forest, his sharp gaze scanning the terrain ahead. Beside him were his Warriors—fearless men and women who’d follow him to hell and back. They all knew tonight's mission was a gamble, but their loyalty to Ethan, their leader, outweighed the fear creeping up their spines.“We hit ‘em head-on. No mercy,” Ethan's voice rang out, solid as steel. The Warriors responded with synchronized nods, ready to roll.Up north, Malvic Stalon, Alpha of the Lycans, awaited the signal. In the dead silence, the towering Lycans stood in their full forms—living, breathing war machines. Muscles rippled under thick hides; claws and razor-sharp fangs gleamed as the fractured moonlight kissed their lethal silhouettes.“This is it. We crush the Moon Fall Pack!” Malvic’s voice thundered, icy and deadly.No way were they giving Christopher Gale’s lackeys a free pass. Didn’t matter if those wo
Ethan’s P.O.V“You can’t do that!” I yelled, my voice loud enough to make him stop. “Even if you’ve heard that I never wanted her as my Luna, she’s still my Luna, no matter what.”“Oh, you’re pretty greedy for someone so young.” he said with his smirk.“What?!”“I’ve been there too. Chasing my wild ambitions, building my empire over other races. I was strong, way smarter than you werewolves, but the more I realized I couldn’t do everything I wanted because of limits, the less I wanted it. Maybe you should start thinking the same.”“But she’s my Luna!” I shouted to him.“And she’s the next Alpha of this Pack.” He shot back, his tone sharp, emotions barely held in check. “Even though you’re fated mates, there’s no personal bond between you two. So, when this is over, you can go back to your life, and I’ll take responsibility for hers.”What the hell? Hearing him say all this infuriating stuff, I couldn’t even muster a single word in response. It felt like I was being crushed into useles
Ethan's P.O.VMalvic Stalon—the Alpha of the Lycans from the North. This is seriously something else. How could the elders in this Pack pull off something like this? I mean, from the North to this Pack is a crazy long distance, at least two days’ journey. And during all that time, the warriors and all the loyalists guarding Christopher Gale’s mansion didn’t catch wind of his arrival? That’s just nuts. No way that’s possible.Even if the warriors were as oblivious as a brick wall, ignoring the presence of another species within the Pack is not something any of us would take lightly.And let’s be real, Werewolves and Lycans are like oil and water—silent enemies. There’s no official declaration of hatred between us, but Lycans and their “holier-than-thou” attitude make us Werewolves sick. That arrogance fuels our endless animosity—a beef with no expiration date.What’s more, everyone pretty much knows about the Northern Lycans’ beef with Christopher Gale. Rumor has it the fake Alpha snat
Ethan's P.O.VAfter patching up some wounds and catching our breath for a bit, we took off, trailing Andara Spectra up a hill near the ridges surrounding The Moon Fall Pack. The old lady—once part of the Elders from that big Pack—claimed she’d be performing a summoning there, saying an Elder resided in that area, only showing up at the Pack when Christopher Gale called for meetings. I probably should’ve been more suspicious about this, but Andara Spectra wasn’t giving off any shady vibes. Even Chen Lien, who had a nose for deception, didn’t pick up on anything sketchy from the old woman. So, we figured we might as well follow her lead. The spot was a bit of a hike, tucked into the forest. But when we got there, we saw a small cabin, and from it, we had a clear view of Christopher Gale’s fancy-ass mansion. I’d been there once before—back when we first struck this deal. The negotiations started off smooth, but the second I found out that the person I was supposed to capture in exchan
Claire’s P.O.VI couldn’t freaking believe what was right in front of me. It was Sister Alberta and the orphanage kids—the only family I ever knew, the people I thought were dead. But they weren’t. They were alive, trapped behind metal bars in some dark, cold room inside the ridiculously lavish mansion of Christopher Gale. That fake-ass Alpha. I had spent years believing he had slaughtered my family, only to find out the bastard had been keeping them hidden, away from me. Why? Just to break me. Just to see me drown in despair. My eyes locked onto Sister Alberta, her frail figure seated in a wheelchair, being pushed closer by Sister Annabella so our hands could touch through the bars. I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. The kids were wailing, their cries echoing in the room, filled with fear, hopelessness, and a longing that cut deep into my soul. Her wrinkled hand reached out to me, trembling, desperate. I tried to do the same, but before I could, Christopher Gale yanked my w
Following Chen Lien's directions, I quickly asked my warriors to prep the plane. We're flying over to The Moon Fall Pack to pick up Claire.Therefore, I decided to head back to my Pack, personally imprison Lucy, and request the Elders to immediately integrate Sir Torrance's Pack into The Silver Fire Pack. I didn’t want to waste time and effort doing it another day.Upon arriving at my Pack, I was greeted by Andara Spectra, the former Elder of The Moon Fall Pack.Andara informed me that neither she nor Octa found anything on the escape route that Lucy Torrance created to facilitate Christopher Gale's plans. She even requested some guards to plant explosives on that route to destroy it, ensuring no one could use it in the future.Honestly, I liked that decision because, aside from having Octa with her, I also noticed that Andara's skills as an Elder were still top-notch. Her intuition remained sharp, and she was still wise. It showed when she made the Rogue Wolves in that forest much mo
Claire’s P.O.VRight in front of me stood a massive, jaw-dropping mansion. Almost the entire exterior was made of marble, making it look ridiculously solid, like, no way could even a thousand of the strongest wolf fangs take this thing down. I’d only ever seen a packhouse twice in my life, one of them being Ethan’s. And yeah, that one was impressive, but this? This mansion blew Ethan’s out of the water. Way more majestic, sturdier… or maybe just eerily quieter. “Why are you just standing there? Go on, step inside. After all, this mansion was yours to begin with.” Christopher Gale spoke like he was offering some grand, heartfelt welcome, like I was supposed to be grateful or something. Wait, what did he just say? Mine to begin with? Had I actually lived in a place like this before I became an orphan and was raised by the nuns at the convent? Why did his words sound so sweet and yet cut so deep at the same time? Is this just how he is? Showering his soon-to-be victims with compliment
Ethan’s P.O.VBlood pooled on the ground, mixing with the ash and dust of the ruins. The night air reeked of burning flesh, agonized screams, and the final gasps of those foolish enough to resist. A pack that once stood proud under Alpha Torrance’s rule. Now reduced to rubble and corpses. If only the civilians had just stayed put and watched, maybe they wouldn’t have died such meaningless deaths. Wasn’t that exactly what I ordered after letting my warriors unleash absolute carnage on this pack? Pathetic. A damn shame to witness, but even more frustrating to remember. Because no matter how much I hate to admit it, this pack had once meant something to me—to all of us. But their heir—Lucy Torrance, decided to play traitor. And that? That, I could never let slide. I stood amidst the chaos, my breath ragged, heart still pounding with adrenaline coursing through my veins. My hands were coated in blood some of it belonged to my enemies, some to those stupid enough to stand in my way to
Claire's P.O.V This was one hell of a long journey—way longer than I ever could’ve imagined. When Ethan took me from my old Pack to the Silver Fire Pack, he had us fly in a private jet, cutting the travel time short. But this bastard? He was dragging me through an endless nightmare. I had no clue where the hell this so-called Moon Fall Pack was, but he kept driving, twisting and turning like he was deliberately trying to confuse me. For the rest of the trip, I didn’t say a damn word to Christopher Gale. He did the same—silent, no small talk, nothing. Honestly, that was probably for the best. If we had talked, all I would’ve gotten from him was a bunch of sarcastic bullshit. The car had been speeding down this pitch-black, deserted road for about two hours now. There wasn’t a single streetlight, not even the faintest glow outside the window. Just pure, suffocating darkness. It was like we had left civilization behind and were driving straight into some forsaken void. But then,