The following week’s morning felt thick with an unnatural quiet, the kind that settles right before a storm. I had barely set foot in the packhouse before Jason intercepted me, his face drawn and tense.“Elisse,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Victor Gutcheri has arrived.”The words hit me like a punch. The Alpha King had arrived, here, on our territory. And not just any Alpha King—Harold’s father, Victor Gutcheri. Known for his ironclad rule and his ruthless demand for loyalty, Victor was a man even the boldest alphas feared. The fact that he had chosen to come here unannounced could mean only one thing: he intended to investigate something, perhaps even disrupt it.I felt my stomach tighten as I nodded and took a breath. “Where is he now?”“He’s in the main hall. Harold is with him,” Jason replied, glancing down the corridor nervously.“Right.” I forced my voice to stay steady, though my pulse thrummed with anxiety. “I’ll be right there.”But even as I spoke, I felt the
That evening, as the entire pack house gathered in the main hall for the event Victor had called. Candles burned in sconces along the walls, their flickering light casting a warm glow that contrasted with the frigid atmosphere.I stood beside Harold, maintaining the carefully rehearsed unity we’d managed to project for Victor throughout the day. The Alpha King sat at the head of the grand dining table, his presence unmistakable as he looked around the room with a satisfaction that bordered on arrogance.Once the last of the pack members settled in their places, Victor raised his glass and gestured for silence. His sharp gaze fell on Harold and me as he began to speak.“It is a rare honor for me to visit my son’s pack, but I do so today with both pride and purpose,” Victor began, his deep voice carrying through the room. “Harold has shown strength and loyalty beyond measure, and I expect no less from his Luna.”I felt the weight of his words settle over me like a shroud. A respectful
FEW DAYS LATER…The chill of dawn brushed over my skin as I made my way down the path, heading to the pack’s warehouse for today’s training session. The air was still, and only the faintest light hinted at the sun rising on the horizon. I kept my focus on the crunch of my boots on the gravel, steadying myself for the rigorous exercises with the pack members and other she-wolves. I relished the intensity of training—it was a moment where I could forget the politics, the secrets, and the careful balancing act I had to maintain in the pack house.But just as I turned the corner, the air shifted, and a hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into the shadows. My instincts kicked in, and I spun to confront whoever it was, but a familiar scent and a steady gaze stopped me."Dominic?" I whispered, feeling the thrill and irritation mix in my chest. My first instinct was to push him away, but his firm hold kept me in place.He leaned in, his face close enough that I could feel his breat
The low flames of Harold’s study cast flickering shadows across the room as I entered, drawn to the grim silence hanging in the air. Harold was at his desk, fingers pressing into his temples, a brooding figure with barely contained rage simmering beneath his composed exterior. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up, his gaze cold, cutting. “So,” he began, his voice a steely whisper, “the Alpha King wants an heir. Our heir.”I took a steadying breath, keeping my face neutral. “Yes. He was quite clear about it. He sees it as a way to solidify his power.”Harold scoffed, rising from his chair to pace the room. “And you really think he’ll be content with a few excuses? He’s already been watching us like a hawk, Elise. He’ll expect results. And soon.”I felt the tension gather in my shoulders, my own frustration threatening to rise. “I know that, Harold. But what would you have me do? We agreed this was a arranged marriage.”“But I never agreed to… this,” he spat out, his voice laced wi
HAROLD’S POVThe crisp morning air settled over the training grounds, cool and biting. I stood, arms crossed, watching the warriors as they sparred, each powerful strike and leap a testament to their dedication. Their strength, their loyalty, it was the backbone of our kingdom. I had taken pride in cultivating them into formidable fighters, but the Alpha King’s visit today unsettled me. My father’s summons had been brief, his intentions cloaked in mystery. He rarely left his estate, and the sudden decision to inspect our troops felt like a prelude to something I didn’t yet understand.I saw him approach, his figure casting an imposing shadow across the field. His mere presence commanded attention; the warriors halted their training, standing at attention as he passed by, his gaze hard and unreadable. He didn’t say a word, simply continued down the line, observing each of them with an intensity that made even the most seasoned soldiers tense under his gaze.When we reached a more se
ELISE’S POVThe grand dining hall of the estate was dimly lit, flickering with the soft glow of candlelight that danced along the polished silverware. The Alpha King sat at the head of the table, his imposing presence filling the room. Beside him was Harold, his son—and my husband. The tension between Harold and me felt thicker than the cold stone walls surrounding us, but we each played our parts, exchanging forced pleasantries over the evening meal.I picked at my food, my appetite diminished by the heavy air. The Alpha King’s piercing gaze made it nearly impossible to relax, though I did my best to keep my composure.“So, Harold,” the Alpha King began, turning his attention to his son. “How has the training been progressing? Your men are as disciplined as ever, I hope.”“More than ever, Father,” Harold replied smoothly. “They’re a powerful force. It would take more than a revolt to threaten us now.” He cast a glance my way, though his expression remained carefully neutral. It was t
The morning sun had barely crested over the trees when I found myself standing in the heart of the Clawstone Pack's training grounds, a stretch of dirt and stone surrounded by a growing crowd. The air was thick with anticipation, as if even the birds had paused to watch. Pack members were gathering to see the spectacle—their Luna, thrust into a fight she hadn’t chosen, would have to prove herself worthy of the title.I took a deep breath, my gaze drifting over the faces in the crowd. Some were skeptical, others intrigued, and a few wore expressions of open disdain. I wasn’t blind to the gossip that had spread since last night’s dinner, the whispers of my supposed lack of strength. It was a struggle not to feel self-conscious, but I forced myself to hold my head high, hiding the anxiety twisting in my stomach.Somehow, the Alpha King’s demand that I prove myself in a public display had spread through the pack like wildfire. There was no backing out now; the entire pack wanted a show,
After the match with Leonor, I could still feel every bruise throbbing beneath my skin. My muscles ached, and my pride was wounded, yet I’d managed to survive. But it was only a survival, not a victory, not the kind of powerful display that the Alpha King might be hoping for from me—the Luna of Clawstone Pack. The Alpha King had stopped the fight just as Leonor had been ready to strike a final blow. It felt strange—he had ended it before I could truly stand or fall on my own merit. And while a part of me was relieved that I hadn't been dealt the ultimate humiliation, another part felt a piercing doubt, one that gnawed at my chest and clouded my mind. What had he seen in me, or not seen, that made him decide to stop the fight?That question weighed on me more heavily than anything else, and by the evening, I couldn’t resist any longer. I needed answers. I gathered myself, taking a few breaths to steady my nerves, and made my way to the Alpha King’s private study.As I approached the
The blinding spotlight bore down on us, freezing us in place like cornered prey. Caleb's smug voice crackled through a megaphone, sending a shiver of dread through me."Hand over Dominic and Elise, and maybe I'll consider letting your mysterious friend live. Maybe."The woman in black, who had just saved us, didn’t flinch. Instead, she stepped forward, her voice low and calm. "He's bluffing. We move now, or we don’t move at all."Dominic swayed slightly, his weight leaning against me as I supported him. His breathing was labored, and the blood seeping through his shirt wasn’t stopping. We were running out of time."I won't let them take you," I whispered to him, my voice fierce despite my fear.He managed a weak smile. "And here I thought… I was supposed to protect you."The woman in black turned back to us, her voice sharp. "If you two are done with the romance, we need to get to the treeline. Now!"Gunshots echoed in the air, sending chunks of dirt flying up around us. The woman cur
The darkness was disorienting, heavy like a suffocating shroud. The last thing I remembered was the sharp tug on the car door and Dominic’s grip tightening around my arm, his voice calling my name in desperation. Now, all I could hear was muffled noise—voices arguing, footsteps echoing, and the low hum of machinery in the background.My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open, my head pounding. The room I was in was dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete. I was tied to a chair, my hands bound tightly behind my back. Panic surged through me as I tried to move, but the ropes dug into my skin.“Dominic?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.There was no response, but as my vision adjusted, I saw him slumped against a metal pole across the room, his face pale, his breathing shallow. His shirt was stained with blood, and my heart clenched at the sight.“Dominic!” I called him again, louder this time.He stirred slightly, his head lifting just enough for me to see
The man—whoever he was—was already moving toward the door. His actions were swift and purposeful, like he knew exactly what to do. He turned to us briefly.“Stay low, stay quiet. Follow me,” he ordered, his voice steady. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty in his tone.I glanced at Dominic, who was struggling to steady himself, but I knew he couldn’t do this alone.“Dominic, we can make it,” I said, stepping closer to him, my voice thick with emotion. I wanted to believe it. More than anything, I wanted us to make it out of this alive. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on my chest.He reached out, gripping my hand tightly, and for a moment, his touch felt like the only thing keeping me grounded. "We will," he murmured, his voice rough but filled with the kind of certainty I desperately needed. "I won't leave you."I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat, and followed the mysterious man. We moved as quickly as we could through the narrow hallways, the sound of our
The darkness was suffocating. My body felt heavy, as if I were sinking into a deep abyss. Distant echoes of voices and the faint rustle of movement seeped into the void, pulling me toward consciousness. My head throbbed, and when I finally opened my eyes, blurry shapes swam before me.I was in a dimly lit room, the walls rough-hewn stone. A single flickering lantern hung from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows. My hands were bound tightly behind my back, the rope biting into my skin. Panic surged through me as I tried to wriggle free, but the bindings wouldn’t budge.“Dominic?” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. I turned my head, searching desperately for him.My eyes landed on him across the room, slumped against the wall. Blood stained his shirt where Caleb had stabbed him. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and his face was pale, almost ghostly. He was alive—but barely.“Dominic!” I called again, louder this time.His eyelids fluttered, and he let out a l
I bit back a sob, my mind racing. I couldn’t let him find me. I scanned the chamber, searching for anything that could be a weapon or an escape route. My eyes landed on a narrow fissure in the rock, barely wide enough for me to squeeze through.Without thinking, I scrambled toward it, wedging myself into the tight space. The rock scraped against my skin, and for a moment, I thought I might get stuck. But sheer desperation gave me the strength to push through, emerging on the other side into another dark tunnel.I didn’t stop to catch my breath. I kept moving, the oppressive silence around me broken only by the distant sound of Caleb’s pursuit.And then, suddenly, the ground beneath me gave way.I screamed as I fell, the world spinning around me. I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through my body. My flashlight skittered across the floor, its beam illuminating the cavern I had fallen into.This space was larger, with towering stalagmites and a shallow pool of water reflecting the lig
Dominic’s grip on my arm tightened as Caleb’s voice continued to echo, growing louder and more menacing with every passing second. The sound of his laughter twisted the air around us, a haunting reminder that he wasn’t just a threat but a predator, circling his prey.“We need to move. Now,” Dominic said, his voice firm but calm. He was bleeding, his shirt stained crimson, but his focus was razor-sharp. He turned us toward a narrower passage on the other side of the cavern.“Do you think he’s following us?” I whispered, my voice trembling.Dominic’s jaw clenched. “No doubt about it. Caleb doesn’t back down—not until he gets what he wants.”The weight of his words settled over me like a lead blanket. Caleb wasn’t just chasing us; he was hunting us. And he was enjoying it.We pressed on, the narrow tunnel forcing us to move single file. Dominic led the way, his flashlight cutting through the darkness. The air grew colder, the dampness seeping into my skin. The sound of water grew louder,
He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. The dim light of his flashlight illuminated the sharp angles of his face, his expression fierce and unyielding. “This is not your fault, Elise. Whatever happened to Caleb, whatever choices he made, they’re his responsibility. Don’t let him make you think otherwise.”I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. “But I—”“No,” Dominic interrupted, stepping closer. His free hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away the tear that escaped. “You are not to blame for this. Do you hear me?”I nodded, unable to speak, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. For a brief moment, the chaos around us seemed to fade, leaving only the sound of our breaths mingling in the confined space.“You’re not alone in this,” Dominic murmured, his voice softer now. “We’ll get through it together. I promise.”The moment lingered, his words settling over me like a warm blanket against the cold fear gnawing at my insides. But th
The air in the cave grew impossibly heavy, every breath I took scraping like sandpaper against my lungs. The voice, low and chilling, reverberated in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the stranger who had stepped from the shadows.It was Caleb.He was supposed to be dead.Dominic’s flashlight beam fixed on him, the light reflecting off his pale, angular features. His once-kind eyes now glinted with something cruel and unfathomable. He wasn’t just alive—he was thriving in the darkness, as though the years had forged him into something colder, harder.“Caleb?” I whispered, barely able to believe it. “How—?”His lips curved into a thin smile. “Surprised to see me, Elise? I’d imagine you would be, considering you left me for dead.”“That’s not true!” I shot back, my voice breaking with shock and confusion. “We thought you were gone. We searched for you—”“Save your lies,” Caleb interrupted, his tone dripping with disdain. “You moved on. Just like that. And now, here you are, wrap
The respite didn’t last long. The faint light of dawn began to filter through the canopy of trees, and with it came the weight of what lay ahead. Dominic and I stood side by side, our gazes fixed on the horizon where the enemy's stronghold awaited.He adjusted the bandage on his arm, wincing slightly. “We need to move before they regroup. If they track us here, we’ll lose our advantage.”I nodded, though my mind lingered on the fleeting tenderness we had just shared. It felt fragile, like something that might shatter under the weight of our mission. Still, the memory of his kiss was a flame I carried with me, warming the cold edges of my resolve.As we made our way through the dense forest, the silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. Dominic’s presence beside m