Ethan's P.O.VFrankruurte Restaurant is a famous spot in this city. It's a fancy place that anyone would recognize just from the name. But I asked Christopher Gale to meet me there in an hour because I wanted to get ready, put on my expensive suit, or make a reservation with their gourmet menu.No. That's not what I planned at all. The main reason for stalling the meeting was to ensure Danny took Claire as far as possible. The closer we got to that fake Alpha, the higher the chance that bastard would nab Claire.Moreover, what exactly did Christopher Gale teach his Wolves Warriors that made them lack basic manners toward me, an Alpha? Is it because they have immense confidence from being part of the powerful Moon Fall Pack that they think they can treat me, another Alpha of a big Pack, with such disrespect?"If they don't have that fear, then I'll be the one to instil it in them," I muttered as I continued driving.My phone rang again. It was Danny. I quickly answered, and Danny told
Claire's P.O.V"You can rest here for a bit," Danny said after showing me a room."For a bit? Are we heading back to the packhouse?" I asked him."Nope, we're staying here till morning. Alpha Ethan will meet and take us to another place—a plantation.""A plantation? What's that about?""You'll find out tomorrow. We'll be on guard while you rest. Good night, Lady Halle." Danny closed the door.It was a huge room, similar to the one Ethan gave me at the packhouse, but instead of a garden view, I saw the city's glittering lights. Yet, one thing remained—the silence.Why did Ethan bring me here if he was just gonna leave me alone? Honestly, I caught Christopher Gale's men watching and tailing us all day.Danny and the Warriors might not have noticed, but I did. Their scent was different from Ethan's wolves and any other wolves here. It felt familiar yet strange, much like Ethan's scent.Time kept ticking, but I couldn't sleep. My mind was of Christopher Gale, as if he wouldn't leave me al
Ethan P.O.V"Revenge? Do you think you can do it?" I asked.I thought she would panic, change the subject and not want to discuss it anymore when I asked about it. Still, far from my imagination, Claire seemed to be serious about what she had just said. What was it, revenge?I climbed over her again, looked at her intensely and touched her face. I almost lost control of myself just from looking at her face."Look at this, this face is not a capable of doing something that cruel, don't you think that what you're thinking will be bad for you?""You always tease me in a way that I don't like," I pushed Ethan's body away. Still, when I was about to turn around, he pulled my waist, gripping it, making me unable to break away."You're always resisting and running away, that's why I'm being rude to you." Ethan's words sounded like sulking. So I put my index finger on his forehead, pushing him slightly as I said,"All you have in your head is sex, nothing good comes to me when I do it with yo
Ethan P.O.V"I want to know about Christopher Gale. Tell me everything."I knew that what Claire wanted to know was about Christopher Gale. This did not surprise me, but I didn't expect Claire to ask me about this directly. In fact, I initially thought that she would find out directly from the people connected to that Alpha, but I was wrong."Alright, what do you want to know about that person?""Is it true that he's a fake Alpha?""I think yeah, they say so.""But why? Is he not the true successor of the Pack he currently leads?""The Moon Fall Pack was supposed to have an Alpha female for that, but they hid her somewhere and until now, no one knows the whereabouts of the last descendant of Alpha Jacob Wensiker.""Doesn't the void have to be filled? Was I wrong?"I shook my head. "No, you're not. I mean, not at all, the vacancy must be filled, because if the Alpha position is vacant for too long, then it will affect the Pack itself.""Please explain more specifically."I looked at he
Christopher Gale P.O.VThis is fun. I have to keep smiling at someone I really can't stand. All this time, Ethan Randall's just sitting there, sipping champagne that I painstakingly ordered. There's a feast in front of him, and he's treating it like it's invisible."Our deal was clear, wasn't it, Alpha Ethan?""There's no reason to change it."Arrogant. Conceited. Pompous. Look at him, talking without even saying my name. Cold-hearted. Even though I have always been kind to him by not making him do dangerous things, I even gave him more markets. Gosh, look at him now, he's really pissing me off."What if I upped the stakes?""Wasn't I clear, Alpha Christopher? I'm not handing over My Luna just like that, and you can't make me repeat myself." He put his empty glass on the table.Look at him. he chuckled, laughing at me that he thinks I'm the loser here. Yeah, maybe he's right. I am the loser here because I keep giving in to an asshole like him.Should I kill him? No, it wouldn't sound g
Claire's P.O.VAfter getting back from the Philippines, I barely saw Ethan. He was mostly buried in work, though he didn’t need to travel overseas like before. Danny mentioned that his duties in the Pack were keeping him busy enough, so no more far-flung trips.Naturally, Danny stuck to me like glue, always around as if Ethan had ordered him not to leave me alone for a second.Besides that, I hardly ever saw Lucy Torrance hanging around the packhouse. No clue what went down with them, but since we returned, things seemed a bit off between Ethan and Lucy."Anything else you need, Lady Halle?" Danny asked, ever so polite.What did I just hear? It's quite unpleasant, although I can't outright refuse, but to be honest I don't have much confidence in myself to get all these things full of manners."You gotta stop treating me like that," I said to him. "Just treat me like you did when I first arrived. No need to be so formal with me, and don’t make me feel like I deserve special treatment."
Ethan P.O.V She eats very little. Since we returned from the Philippines, she seems much quieter than before. Is it because she's still thinking about what I said, about explaining everything to her after a week?Honestly, I didn't want to say this, but seeing her like this, I feel like I have no choice. But of all the things I've learned, one thing still baffles me—the bodies of the orphans and the nuns.Because, of all the bodies that should have been there, only Sister Maria's remained. She was the nun killed by the Shadow Warrior back then. Nothing else was left."What are you thinking about?" Chen Lien snapped me out of my reverie. "Has something happened?""It's about Claire," I said."What's wrong with her now?" he looked worried.Of course, Chen Lien would be worried. The last time I remember, he declared that he liked Claire right in front of me. And because of that, he never strayed too far from this place, just to make sure Claire was still okay in my hands.This is crazy.
Claire's P.O.V"Are you alone waiting for dawn in this place, my lady?"Chen Lien startled me as I sat and looked at the forest, which seemed much calmer than my mind. I'd heard he had returned from work but hadn't seen him at the dining table. So I chose to wait for him here instead of asking Ethan.I don't know why, but I felt he would come if I waited, as if he knew I was thinking about him and hoped to chat with him."What took you so long?" I said, making him jump."Were you waiting for me?""Of course, I hoped to talk to you about a few things, but you took so long I forgot what I wanted to say.""Oh, woe is me for not arriving sooner. Should I turn back time?"I chuckled. "Why would you want to turn back time? It wouldn't be fun because you wouldn't get the same surprise after I told you I forgot what to say.""Oh, crap! I'd still have to pretend to be surprised."I couldn't stop laughing. It felt like I was chatting with my best friend, even though Chen Lien was merely Ethan R
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,