Calvin's POV It’s been two months since Kamrynn slipped out of the Pack, leaving behind nothing but a memory and the burn of anger that refuses to die. Every day, I send warriors out to track her, pushing them harder, swearing to find her and bring her back. She can’t have gotten far. And when I do find her… she will pay. And I’ll have my pup.But the days grind on with no sign of her. No clues, no trails, just endless emptiness. The frustration gnaws at me, turning everything dark, everything sour. I even snapped at my mother a few days ago, something I’ve never done before. She looked shocked, and though I muttered an apology, the irritation only simmered hotter. Why am I this angry? Without an outlet, it’s like there’s this constant fire beneath my skin, just waiting to tear out.Tonight, I’m done fighting the relentless anger that claws its way through me every waking hour. So, for the first time since Sherelle… I reach for someone else, someone whose face I won’t remember, someo
Kamrynn's POV The suspicion has been clawing at me for days. I can’t shake the idea that Rmonica’s health is being sabotaged, and my dreams feel like warnings I’d be a fool to ignore. There’s only one way to find out if I’m right, but it’s risky: I need to get hold of Rmonica’s medication from Eloane’s room and have it tested to see if they're really hypothyroidism medication. If there’s any tampering with her pills, I’ll find it out once and for all.But there’s a problem. Eloane never leaves her room unlocked. I’ve watched her movements over the last few days, and she’s meticulous, always slipping her keys into her pocket like her secrets would spill out if she let them go for even a moment. Every glance over her shoulder, every smirk she sends my way, tells me she’s on high alert. The woman is hiding something. The only way to know for sure is to get those keys.If I’m going to do this, I need a solid plan—and I need her to be completely unaware.After shadowing her for the next t
Kamrynn's POV My heart falls to my feet and my stomach twists with anxiety as I try to come up with an excuse.“It's not like that… I was just…” But she quickly cuts me off with the raise of her hand. Her harsh gaze falling on her key still held tightly in my palm.“It seems I underestimated you, you little parasite. Such a curious little thing, aren't you? Even after my warning, you still had the gall to cross me. You even went as far as stealing the key to my room. How bold of you.” She said and leaned closer, her voice a sinister whisper in my ear.“Unfortunately, I'm not the type to forgive. You dug your own grave so I hope you enjoy it because I'm about to bury you myself. I'm going to expose you right now and destroy you in the process. You're going right back to prison.” She chuckled softly and her words went straight to my spine, making my feet suddenly feel my jelly.She snatched the key from my hand before stepping back and clearing her throat softly, preparing to put on a
Kamrynn's POV After the close call with Eloane, I make it back to my room and take a deep breath, pressing the small container of pills to my chest. My heart still pounds, adrenaline humming in my veins. I carefully hide the pills in the back of a drawer, tucking them away where they’ll stay safe until I can get them tested.Sitting on my bed, I force myself to think calmly. How can I get these tested without raising suspicion? I need a solid reason to leave the palace. And then, it hits me. My prenatal checkup is coming up soon, and Rmonica had already planned to accompany me. It’s in three days, but if I can just manage to stay under the radar until then, it’ll be the perfect opportunity.For the next three days, I avoid Eloane as much as possible, keeping my head down and sticking to tasks that won’t draw any attention. Each night, I double-check that the pills are still safely tucked away. Every time I see Eloane passing by, I feel the hairs on my neck stand up. I know she’ll try
Kamrynn’s POVThe tension in the grand living room is thick as I keep glancing toward the entrance, trying to look like I’m just focused on the cushions, the vases, anything. But every time I look at the door, my heart races. Any minute now, the results should be here. I’ve waited the entire day for this, and it’s my one chance to confirm what Eloane’s really been up to.As I reposition a vase for the third time, I feel a presence behind me. My stomach tightens before I even turn around. Eloane.She narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms. “What exactly are you doing, Kamrynn?” she asks, her tone sweet but laced with venom. “It’s almost like you’re… waiting for something.”I keep my focus on the vase, ignoring her as best I can. “Just doing my chores, Eloane,” I respond as evenly as possible, hoping she’ll lose interest.“Oh, but I don’t believe that for a second,” she purrs, stepping closer. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? Sneaking around, watching the door like a little mo
Kamrynn’s POVI sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the test results for what feels like hours. The words on the paper blur together, but their meaning is crystal clear: Eloane has been poisoning Rmonica. The Luna has trusted her with everything, and this is how Eloane repaid her.The enormity of the situation makes my head spin. I can’t just sit here and pretend I don’t know the truth. But what am I supposed to do? March up to Rmonica and shove the results in her face?No.I shake my head, the sick feeling in my stomach growing heavier. Eloane would find a way to twist the narrative, to paint me as the liar. She’d probably call me jealous or vengeful, claim I planted the pills or tampered with the results.And even if Rmonica believed me, what then? Eloane is carrying their child. They wouldn’t be able to punish her, not without jeopardizing the pregnancy.I bury my face in my hands, frustration clawing at me. I’m trapped.Later, while helping Tiona clean the dining hall, my though
Kamrynn's POV The decision to plant a camera in Eloane’s room wasn’t one I made lightly. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now, my desperation outweighed my fear. There was something brewing in the palace, something dark, and I knew Eloane was at the heart of it.I didn’t have the means to pull this off alone, though, and Tiona was the only person I could trust—or at least manipulate into helping.“Tiona,” I said one morning, carefully choosing my tone. “I’m embarrassed to ask, but… could you loan me some money?”Tiona paused mid-bite of her toast, her eyebrows lifting. “Loan? Why? What do you need?”I hesitated, playing up my discomfort. “It’s just… pregnancy essentials. A few personal things I can’t ask the palace for. You know how it is.”Her expression softened. “Of course. How much do you need?”“Not too much,” I said quickly, naming an amount I knew would cover the tiny hidden camera I’d been eyeing in town.She handed me the money without hesitation, and a
Kamrynn's POVI pulled the hood of my cloak lower over my face as I trailed Eloane through the dense forest path. My steps were deliberate, silent, though my heart thundered loud enough to make me fear it might betray me. She walked briskly, a small satchel swinging at her side, her head turning occasionally as if she sensed someone nearby. I kept my distance, ducking behind trees and crouching low whenever she glanced back.The hidden location she chose wasn’t far, just past the stream that cut through the northern edge of the Blue Bell Pack's territory. A small clearing appeared as she broke through the brush, and I stopped short, crouching behind a thick tree trunk. The area was secluded, surrounded by towering oaks, and the faint scent of damp moss filled the air.Raelan stepped into view. My chest tightened at the sight of him. His broad shoulders were tense, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited. Even from here, I could see the impatience etched across his face. Eloane em
Kamrynn’s POVSleep refused to come.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind an endless swirl of questions. The key sat hidden beneath my pillow, yet it might as well have been burning a hole through the mattress.I couldn't stop thinking about it.For once, I was grateful that Lorien had chosen to sleep in the living room tonight. The distance between us gave me a rare moment of solitude, a chance to breathe without his watchful gaze lingering over me.I sat up slowly, careful not to make any noise. The room was dim, moonlight casting silvery streaks across the floor. My fingers hesitated for only a moment before I reached beneath my pillow and retrieved the key.Holding it up to the light, I turned it over between my fingers, studying the intricate grooves along the metal.What if this was a mistake?What if Lorien had placed the collar around my neck to protect me from something?I clenched my jaw, gripping the key tighter. No. That didn’t make sense. If it was for my safety,
Kamrynn’s POVI stared at the key in my hand, turning it over between my fingers, the weight of it sinking into my skin.What did it open?My mind ran through possibilities, but nothing seemed to make sense. Lorien had hidden it carefully, tucked away where I’d never think to look.My hand drifted up, almost absentmindedly, brushing against the shackle jewelry thing around my neck.I froze.A keyhole. That's right, the other day I realized it had a keyhole. Which is very much strange for something that's supposed to be jewelry.I turned the key over in my palm, my fingers tracing its cool, metallic surface. It was small, unassuming—yet its existence unsettled me in a way I couldn’t quite put into words.I inhaled sharply, my grip tightening on the key as realization slithered through my mind like a shadowy whisper.Could this key… unlock it?If it did, that would mean this wasn’t a necklace.It wasn’t a piece of jewelry meant to symbolize love, devotion, or commitment.It was a shackl
Kamrynn’s POVIt had been days since I heard that name."Kamrynn."A voice in my head had whispered it so clearly, so intimately, that it sent shivers down my spine.And I hadn’t been able to get it out of my mind since.I didn’t understand why it unsettled me so much. I knew my memory wasn’t whole—I had long accepted that pieces of my past were missing. But was Kamrynn someone I used to know? Someone important?Someone I had forgotten?I should ask Lorien.It was the logical thing to do. He would have answers.And yet, every time I thought about it, something held me back.I couldn’t explain it. It was just an instinct, a whisper in the back of my mind warning me to stay quiet.But why?Why couldn’t I bring myself to tell him?I had no reason to hesitate. Lorien had always been there for me. He was my husband, the only person I had ever known. The only one who had ever cared for me. He had been nothing but patient with me, always so gentle, always—I trusted him.Didn’t I?I sighed,
Calvin's POVI gritted my teeth, weighing my options.I had no idea how long it would take for Rmonica to fall asleep—or if she was even a heavy sleeper to begin with. Every second I wasted was a risk, a gamble I couldn't afford to take.I had to act. Now.Overpowering her would be easy, especially in her current state, but that didn’t mean I could just pin her down and walk out of here. She was the Alpha’s mate, the Luna of this Pack. One mind link, one call for help, and I’d be dead before I even reached the front gates.I was already screwed. No matter what I did, the odds weren’t in my favor.Just as I clenched my fists, readying myself to take the risk, Rmonica suddenly sat up in bed.I froze, holding my breath.She pressed a hand to her mouth, her expression twisting in discomfort. Then, with a sharp inhale, she shot up from the bed and rushed out of the room.Gone.She left.A wave of relief crashed over me.She was probably going to throw up.That meant I had minutes—maybe seco
Calvin’s POVI remembered it as clear as day; their scent. Though they were too young to have developed their own unique scent, especially with no wolf, I could tell their presence from a mile away.Soft, warm, pure. A delicate blend of milk, the gentle sweetness of talcum powder, and that inexplicable, almost heavenly aroma that only babies carried—the scent of innocence itself.It tugged at something deep inside me, something primal. They were close by.I closed my eyes for a brief moment, allowing my senses to fully absorb it, to let it guide me. I had memorized this scent from the very moment I had discovered their existence. No matter where they were, I would always find them.Astor. Arabella.Selene, please let them be safe. Please don’t let them be in the same room as Rmonica or Orion.I took another deep breath, following the softest traces of their scent, weaving through the corridors with careful, calculated steps. The palace was eerily quiet, the only sounds being the dista
Calvin’s POVThe air was thick with tension as we arrived at the outskirts of the palace under the cover of night. The towering walls loomed ahead, their stone faces bathed in the pale glow of the moon. Every inch of the palace was guarded, every pathway watched. One mistake, one misstep, and this mission would be over before it even began.I clenched my fists. Failure is not an option.Lysaa stood beside me, clutching her white cane tightly. She was tense, but she had agreed to do this. Franklin was positioned with the car a safe distance away, waiting for my signal."Alright," I whispered. "You remember what to do?"Lysaa exhaled sharply. "Unfortunately, yes.""Good. I’ll direct you from here. Just walk straight ahead for now."Lysaa took careful steps forward, tapping her cane against the ground. The two guards patrolling the walls immediately noticed her and rushed over."Halt!" one of them barked. "Who goes there?"Lysaa flinched, playing the part of a vulnerable blind woman perf
Calvin’s POVThere was a time when I had firmly believed that there was nothing I couldn't do. But lately I've been reminded over and over again that I'm still a mere mortal, one who the moon goddess herself had to humble. This was one of those situations.The bitter feeling of helplessness had become a common presence in my life of late. This wasn't any other situation, this was my flesh and blood we were talking about. Every second that passed, my children were slipping further away.Franklin paced in front of me, his boots crunching against the gravel. Lysaa sat stiffly on the hood of the car, arms wrapped around herself, her expression unreadable."What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Franklin finally spoke, his frustration evident. "Blue Bell doesn’t remember Kamrynn, and they sure as hell won’t just hand over the kids. We can’t fight them for this. So what’s the plan?"I didn’t respond right away. My mind was working through every possible option, every path that could lead
Kamrynn's POV I should feel something when I think of him.Butterflies. Warmth.But there was nothing.Only familiarity.Only dependence.I relied on him. He was the only person I had in this world. The only one I trusted.I liked him.I really did.Lorien was kind to me. He was attentive, always making sure I was comfortable, always treating me with care. He was affectionate, in his own way—gentle words, teasing smiles, an unwavering presence that never left my side.He was… sweet.And yet, there were no sparks.No rush of warmth when he touched me. No butterflies in my stomach when he whispered my name. No longing when he held me close.I wanted to love him the way a wife should love her husband. I should have loved him that way.But I didn’t.I felt safe with him, yes. But not desire. Not connection.Sometimes, it felt like he was treating me more like a pet than a wife—something delicate to be doted on, sheltered, and kept in place.But I always brushed it off as my imagination.I
Kamrynn’s POVLorien’s arms were warm. Strong. Protective.His steady breaths brushed against the back of my neck, deep and even, rising and falling in perfect rhythm.I should have been asleep.I wanted to be asleep.But no matter how much I willed my mind to quiet, I remained painfully awake, my eyes open, staring into the dimly lit bedroom.Something felt… off.I didn’t know what.I just knew that an odd, restless feeling gnawed at my insides, making my fingers twitch and my heart race for no reason.Carefully, I shifted against Lorien’s embrace, trying not to disturb him.It wasn’t easy.His arm was heavy across my waist, and even in sleep, he held onto me like I was something precious, something he wasn’t willing to let go of.I swallowed, hesitating.I shouldn’t move.If I left his arms, he’d wake up.He always did.Lorien was the lightest sleeper I had ever known. A single stir from me and his crimson eyes would snap open, his protective instincts kicking in immediately.And yet