Author's POV
In the moonlit shadows of the enemy's territory, she waited patiently, crouched low behind a dense thicket of bushes, as she observed her target. Slow and steady wins the race. She moved stealthily, making sure not to let a sound slip. Taking in breath in short puffs, she positioned her arm to make her move. This was yet another chance to prove to her dad that she would never let him down.
Her sleek, black attire blended seamlessly with the night, making her almost invisible to the naked eye. She had a singular, vital objective: capture the she-wolf sauntering at a distance from her.
The chilling howl of the wind was drowned out by the distant growls of the creature she sought to subdue. As her keen eyes narrowed on her quarry, she inhaled slowly, steadying her racing heart. Every muscle in her lithe frame coiled with anticipation.
Mia's gloved fingers tightened around the hilt of her specialized tranquilizer dart gun, an instrument of silent precision. It was her only chance to incapacitate the formidable foe without arousing the suspicion of the sentries patrolling nearby.
With unwavering focus, she calibrated her aim, honing in on the beast's vital points. One shot, one opportunity to subdue her quarry without detection. The stakes were higher than ever; failure was not an option.
As the moon cast an eerie glow upon the battlefield, Mia's determination burned brighter. With a deft, silent breath, she squeezed the trigger, sending the glazed silver dart hurtling toward its target. Her heart pounded as she watched it strike true, and the creature stumbled, its movements slowing as the tranquilizer took effect.
Mia didn't waste a moment. With the grace of a true master, she emerged from the shadows, swiftly and silently approaching the fallen creature. Her mission was clear: to make the formidable foe unconscious, all the while ensuring she remained an enigma in the heart of enemy territory. Her reputation as an extraordinary assassin rested on this delicate dance between shadows and skill.
Huh, freaking werewolves, known to be the strongest yet can't take a little bit of silver, she mocked in her mind, looking at the unconscious figure. Dad would be very happy today, she thought, giving a smirk. The revenge was on. They need to get a taste of their own medicine. For years, werewolves have been after them. Killing their species for no reason. Although Mia lacked certain powers her species had, it didn't make her any less than them, as, after all, she was her father's daughter. She was proud and forever will be.
She looked at the glowing star inked on her wrist. Immediately, she felt the pinning ache occur for a while before it subsided. That always happened; whenever the mark glowed, she would briefly feel a jolt of pain strike her before the tattoo would deepen its roots in her skin. But she was proud of that mark. Because it was a sign of recognition and belonging to her kind, like her father told her.
The Shadow Weavers
Masters of witchcraft and wizardry. She was proud to be a part of such a powerful family. But there was only one thing that broke her heart. She wasn't born with the special ability to cast magic. In the early years of her life, she was frustrated and angered about not being like everyone else. But then her father helped her and told her that she was different from everyone else, and that's what made her more powerful. He taught her everything and trained her to the best of her abilities.
There was a sacred book of Shadow Weavers that had always ignited her interest. She could learn a lot of spells and magic from there, but her father would never let her keep the book, as he explained it was dangerous and could be misused if lost. So she let the matter slip, but she vowed that one day she would prove herself worthy of handling it. Protecting it.
In order to overcome her weakness, she trained hard. She would invest day and night to be able to take down anyone when needed, with or without magic. And as nights passed, she became the best assassin out there, the greatest asset to her father.
Now it was finally time to pay her father back for all the efforts he had put into her. To get revenge on werewolves who had been after her father's army for ages. The Royal Red Moon pack. It was finally time for them to pay for all the people they had killed.
Author's POVMia, her heart pounding with adrenaline, dragged the captured she-wolf, also the daughter of the Gamma of the Red Moon pack, into her father's presence. The she-wolf's eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance as she stood before Balthazar, Mia's father. "Father," Mia said with a determined tone, "I've brought her." Her father, his gaze unwavering, assessed the captive before him. The tension in the air was palpable. "Very well, my sweet daughter." Balthazar smirked, his voice unwavering. "We can finally exact our revenge and send a message to the Red Moon pack. They'll regret the day they crossed our paths. Take her," he signaled to one of the guards. Mia nodded in understanding, losing her grip and handing over the captive to the guard. This was just the beginning of their retaliation against the Red Moon pack, and Mia was determined to see it through to the end. "What happens next, dad?" Mia took a step closer to Balthazar. "Now we wait for them. And then ruin ever
Christian's POV"Ahhh!" I screamed, turning my whole room upside down. The rage within me burned with such intensity that I had no clue what I was doing. Finally, the last piece of bedroom that was still intact was soon broken into two. My favorite couch. Everything on my dresser was smashed and broken on the ground after I had swept it off, clean from it. My recliner was upside down, maybe there were even two or three holes in the wall. Why?The answer was my mate, who was currently passed out and caged in the rogue dungeons. My heart was beating at an unexplainable rhythm that I knew was ready to break free from the restraints of my ribcage.This was not how I imagined my first time meeting my mate. Although the experience was nothing less than magical—her beauty, her fiery hair, her aura, her skills! Everything was beyond expectations. She was perfect. Just pure perfection. The only thing I got unlucky with was that she was our enemy. She is the daughter of Alpha Dominic's and our p
MiaI sat in the corner of the cell, racking my brain over and over, coming up with ideas to get out of this place. But guess where it always ended up? Exactly nowhere. There were like two guards right outside the cell and I'm sure a number of them were guarding the main doors of the dungeon. There were absolutely no windows that I could break to get out. Only a narrow horizontal open space on the ceiling of not more than four inches and one foot horizontally long that could hardly get my one arm out even if I tried to reach it. But those two were covered with grills and were doing a pathetic job of ventilation. If these people were ever late for killing their prisoners for more than a day or two, I'm pretty sure they would already be dead thanks to absolute no-air-zone. I don't know if these werewolves breathe on something else. But at least I was still a human and needed more than enough oxygen to stay alive. Let's not forget I was also starving because the last thing I ate was tha
ChristianI released the breath that was threatening to choke me. I have never experienced anything harder than trying not to pounce on my mate with her scent trapped in my lungs. The restraint I had to put myself on was a first experience for me. What scared me more was how I was supposed to control myself in the future now that I had her around. I didn't know what the future held for us, what my fate was supposed to be. But I did know that I couldn't survive without her. For long at least. I had to make her mine. I had to do something to get her on our side. She just had to. My luck was hard considering she was not a werewolf, so she wasn't ready to accept the bond despite knowing what it could make us werewolves feel. But I had to fight. I will fight for her. I will go against anyone who tries to take her away. I have waited for a long time now. This was my one and only chance at having my mate finally. With the royal beta duties, my job was not only to care for the execution of o
Mia I was fucking exhausted here. I have wracked my brain over and over to get out of this place but there is absolutely no fucking loophole. They have excellent security here. There is no way I can make it out of this place until someone comes and lets me out. My thoughts wander back to Dad. Was he worried about me? Was he planning on doing something to get me out of here? What about Sylvia? Did she know I was missing? She should by now, I'm guessing. They are my family. They must be doing at least something to get me, right? I heard the doors to the dungeon crack open again, informing me I had a visitor. I waited for exactly three seconds before looking up to see Christian once again. And boy did he smell amazing. Fuck, why do I feel this way towards him? It's like there is an invisible force that is drawing me towards him, pushing me into noticing him, feeling attracted towards him. There was no denial of the fact that he was a handsome creature made with utter elegance, hotnes
Mia I came out dressed in a simple white floral sundress that reached a little below my knees. I was kind of feeling weird in it because I was really not used to dresses. All I owned were either leather jackets, pants, shirts and most definitely no dresses. Sitting on the bed for a few minutes, I waited, not knowing what to do next. Sighing, everything flashed before me as to how I ended up here. From the war to fainting to discovering my mate to sitting in his room. I broke out of my thoughts hearing the door open and entered the Royal Beta in his glory. His eyes trailed over me from head to toe, taking in my appearance. It had only been a few seconds when a knock was heard and he attended the person. It was one of the maids bringing in a trolley full of scrumptious feasts. My mouth immediately watered at the sight, as the last decent food I had was the one he brought me in the cell.&n
MIA It was almost too easy. One day I was trapped in their dungeons and the other I was roaming around freely in the pack. For what? Just a chance that I gave him? A chance that was nothing but a lie. I scoffed. These werewolves are too gullible for their own good. How can they claim to be the strongest when they are nothing but actually the weakest, as soon as their mates walk in the picture. Then be it enemy or friend, they will most likely get their families and whole packs killed in the name of soulmates or their so-called love. If I knew it was going to be this easy, then I would just have accepted to give him that chance the very first day. Well, as you can guess, since I'm able to walk freely in the pack house, I decided to take a walk in their gardens. What's better than exploring the place, understanding all the ins and outs for the next attack. The first sight that hit me was children runnin
Mia 1 week later Through the last week, I did my best imprinting every entrance, every exit, every loophole the pack house had in my head for future purposes obviously. Not only that, I had been on my best behavior with everyone, making them feel more comfortable around me and, slowly but gradually, they too, started accepting me. How delightful! Although I continued sleeping in his room, but never in the same bed! That couldn't be possible. The only reason that I agreed to stay in the same room as him, was that I wouldn't share my sleeping space with him. He unexpectedly agreed to my demand, saying he'd rather have me stay in the same room than not at all. So on the same day, another single bed was installed in his room within a few hours. Yep, very quick service. And his room was big enough to support, I guess three more beds if not less, so yes, space wasn't the problem at all. I sighed, taking breakfast for him. I thought that maybe putting in a little effort to be nice would k
Christian's POVA year had passed since Mia and I stood before our pack, surrounded by family and friends, and pledged ourselves to each other. The memory of that day was as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, yet the time between then and now had been filled with more life and love than I could’ve ever imagined.I stood on the balcony of our suite in the packhouse, watching the early morning sun rise over the treetops. The territory was peaceful this time of day, the woods that bordered the pack lands bathed in golden light. The packhouse was bustling with activity on most days, but in the quiet hours of the morning, it was serene—almost like the calm before the storm.Inside, the sound of giggles filled the air, followed by Mia’s soft voice calling out to our pups. Alaric was always the first to wake, full of energy and mischief, while Sylvia took her time, blinking up at us with sleepy eyes, like she needed more convincing to start the day.I walked back inside, and there they w
Christian's POVThe last few months had been a blur of sleepless nights and the kind of love I never imagined existed. Holding my children, Alaric and Sylvia, in my arms, watching them grow stronger with each passing day, it was like discovering a new part of myself I didn’t know was there. But even amid the chaos of fatherhood, there was one thing that I couldn't stop thinking about—the wedding. Our wedding.After everything that had happened, from nearly losing Mia to the joy of becoming parents, I needed to make her mine in every way, just like I promised. To see her walk down the aisle, to vow my life to hers before the world and not just in the way of our kind but as man and wife, before humans and every species alike. It was important to me. I wanted everyone to know that she was my everything.Planning a wedding, while also taking care of two pups, wasn’t easy, but I had a lot of help. Julia and Anastasia were incredible, practically organizing everything while Mia focused on h
Christian’s PovThe sterile smell of the hospital room filled the air as I stood by Mia’s side, gripping her hand tightly. My heart pounded in my chest as the doctors prepared for the surgery, and I made sure everything was set exactly as it needed to be. I had insisted on a female doctor and healer for Mia, knowing how important it was for her to feel comfortable during this delicate time. But no matter how many precautions I took, I couldn’t shake the fear clawing at my insides.Mia’s gaze flickered to mine, her eyes wide with anxiety, but I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, trying to give her some semblance of reassurance. “I’m right here, baby. I won’t leave your side. We’ll get through this together.”The room bustled with quiet urgency, the healers whispering to each other as they prepared the tools, but all I could focus on was Mia. Her face was pale, but her grip on my hand never faltered.The doctor, a calm and steady woman named Dr. Alina, approached Mia’s s
Christian’s PovAs the tension in the room finally began to ease, I wiped the remnants of tears from my face, still holding Mia’s hand like a lifeline. Her breathing had stabilized, though she still looked pale and exhausted. The doctors had done everything they could, but seeing her so fragile made my chest tighten all over again.The door creaked open softly, and I looked up to see Julia, Anastasia, and Alpha Dominic enter. Their faces were lined with concern, especially Julia, whose eyes immediately darted to Mia.“She’s okay,” I whispered, barely able to hold it together. “She’s… she’s going to be okay.”Julia rushed over to Mia’s bedside, her expression softening with relief. “Thank the moon goddess,” she breathed, reaching down to stroke Mia’s hair gently.Anastasia stood behind her, nodding in agreement but still looking concerned. Alpha Dominic’s imposing figure lingered by the door for a moment before stepping closer, his eyes trained on Mia’s still figure.“She’s strong, Chr
Christian’s PovThe second those lines on the heart monitor went straight, my world stopped. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.“Mia!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I lurched forward. The doctors were swarming around her, shouting orders and moving in a blur. Everything felt distant, muffled, like I was underwater, and the only thing I could hear clearly was that relentless, high-pitched whine from the machine that told me her heart had stopped. Her heart had stopped.My mate, my Mia, was slipping away, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do.I surged toward the bed, grabbing the nearest doctor by the collar, yanking him back with all the strength I had left in me. “Do something!” I snarled, my voice barely human. “Save her!”“We’re trying!” The doctor’s voice trembled, fear flickering in his eyes as he tried to pry himself free from my grip. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. If I let go, it felt like I was admitting defeat. Like I was letting her go.The room spun arou
Mia’s PovI found myself standing in a place I couldn’t recognize—an endless expanse of white, serene and calm. The air felt cool, not like the sterile cold of a hospital room, but something softer, almost comforting. It was quiet, too quiet, but I felt no fear. Instead, there was an overwhelming sense of peace, like I had walked into another world where the troubles of reality couldn’t touch me.I took a step forward, my bare feet sinking slightly into the soft ground that didn’t seem to exist yet held me all the same. My heart felt lighter, the pain I had experienced moments ago in my body now a distant memory. As I moved through this space, something in the distance caught my eye—a garden, vivid and lush, teeming with colorful flowers that seemed too perfect to be real. Drawn to it, I walked without hesitation, my heart inexplicably pulling me toward the scene.At the far end of the garden, I saw a figure kneeling among the flowers, her hands delicately plucking the petals of a blo
Author’s PovMia’s world dissolved into a swirl of chaos and darkness. Her body, though fainted and still in the hospital bed, was trapped within the depths of a vivid, horrifying memory. It played out before her eyes like a movie—too real, too painful. She was no longer the adult Mia. Instead, she felt herself small, fragile, and terrified—a four-year-old child once again.The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the deafening sounds of cries. She stood in the corner of her childhood home—her pack, her tiny frame trembling as she clutched her knees to her chest. Flames licked the edges of the walls, and the screams of her pack members echoed around her. They were dying. She could hear it—shouts, cries, the horrifying crackle of fire devouring everything in its path.Little Mia bawled, tears streaming down her face as she watched people—people she knew—falling to the ground. Her tiny body was shaking, her heart racing in terror. She felt helpless, too scared to move. The de
Author’s Pov4 Months LaterThe sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, casting soft shadows over the blooming roses and perfectly trimmed hedges. Mia sat comfortably between Ana and Julia, her hands resting on her swollen belly as they enjoyed their afternoon tea. It had been months since the ceremony, and with each passing day, the anticipation of the baby’s arrival grew stronger. They laughed, their conversation carefree as Ana excitedly showed Mia a variety of tiny gifts she had bought for the baby—soft blankets, little shoes, and a beautifully carved wooden rattle.Mia smiled warmly, feeling the gentle kicks of life inside her. The baby wasn’t due for another month, and despite the natural aches and discomforts of pregnancy, she had felt relatively good. "Look at this," Ana beamed, holding up a little onesie with "Beta in Training" stitched across the front. "Isn’t it adorable? He’s going to look so cute in this!"Mia laughed softly, touching the fabric. "It’s perfect. Thank you
Mia’s PovThe moment Dominic disappeared, leaving behind an awkward silence, the royal music began to play—filling the grand hall with a soft, majestic melody. It was as if the music had been timed perfectly to diffuse the tension in the air, giving everyone an excuse to focus on something else. The elegant chords of violins and the regal notes of flutes swept through the room, calming the uneasy murmurs that had begun.Christian turned to me, his smile softening the moment. “Dance with me?” he asked, his voice low and inviting, one hand outstretched toward me.Despite everything, I couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my face. “I’d love to.”I placed my hand in his, and he guided me effortlessly to the center of the dance floor, where other couples had already begun to pair off, the royal rhythm guiding their movements. The grand chandeliers above shimmered, casting a golden glow over everything as we stepped into position.Christian’s hand settled on the small of my back, pulling