Calvin’s POVIt had been over six torturous months since Kamrynn vanished, leaving nothing behind but the gaping void of her absence. Every lead, every effort to track her down had led to dead ends, and the frustration of failure gnawed at me like a relentless parasite.Not a single day passed without her invading my thoughts. She was a phantom that haunted me, her image etched into my mind with cruel precision. I could almost feel her skin beneath my fingers—soft, warm, yielding. My hands itched with the memory of her trembling against me, her quivering voice pleading for mercy. That sound, that desperate, broken sound, echoed in my head like a forbidden melody.I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as the fantasy overtook me. My body tightened with need, an insistent ache that refused to be ignored. The thought of being inside her again, of reclaiming what was mine, sent a rush of heat spiraling through me.She was carrying my child. That was the excuse I clung to, the j
Calvin's POV I took Franklin's advice and called a Pack meeting to address the situation.The hall was packed to capacity, the air thick with tension and desperation. Every face that turned toward me carried a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and hollowed-out hope. I stood on the raised dais, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. The weight of their expectations pressed down on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. It felt less like a gathering and more like a battlefield.I raised my hand to quiet the murmurs that had rippled through the gathering. "Thank you all for coming," I began, my voice steady, though my chest felt tight. "I know these past months have been unimaginably difficult. But I want you all to know that I’m doing everything I can to fix this. As long as I’m Alpha, I will never let this Pack fall."The words had barely left my mouth when a sharp voice rang out from the crowd."And what have you actually done, Alpha?"The room fell silent as a tall, wiry man stepped forward,
Kamrynn "I’m not sure which hurts more—his hands or his words. Every time he touches me, it’s another reminder of how far I’ve fallen… and how much he despises me."The bedroom is cold, dark, and suffocating. Calvin’s room. No. The Alpha's bedroom. His territory. I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling, willing my mind to drift somewhere else—anywhere but here—while Calvin rams into me, his movements harsh and punishing. He doesn’t care about my pain. He never has. He’s lost in his hatred, every thrust a reminder that to him, I am nothing but a tool for his vengeance.His breath is hot on my neck, ragged and full of anger. My body lies limp beneath him, taking it, just like I always do. His hand tightens around my throat, and I know what’s coming before he even says it.“Look at me, you filthy slut.” His voice is ice cold, full of disgust. “Don’t you dare try to escape in your head. You’re not going anywhere.”He slaps me hard across the face. The sharp sting pulls me back to reality,
Kamrynn When I wake, the world is a blur of pain and darkness. My body feels as if it’s been shattered into a thousand pieces. But this pain is different. It isn’t just from the bruises or the beating. It’s deeper. Something sharp and unnatural twists inside me, tightening its grip on my stomach. I can feel something wet between my legs, sticky and warm.Blood.I gasp, panic flooding my chest. My arms are chained to the bed, and I’m too weak to even pull against the restraints. The metal bites into my skin as I shift, trying to move, trying to understand what’s happening. My stomach churns violently, and the pain intensifies, making me want to scream.Please, not again. Not another one.I close my eyes, willing the terror to go away. I know what this is. I know what it feels like when a child is lost, when your body rejects the life inside it. In the nine months that I’ve been Calvin’s slave, I’ve lost three children. Three tiny lives that I couldn’t protect, and each time, I’ve kept
Kamrynn The words hit me like a hammer to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I stare up at her, my heart pounding, the weight of her warning settling over me like a suffocating blanket. Never. Another. Child.I blink, trying to process what she’s just told me. My throat tightens, and a tear slips down my cheek. I’ve already lost three. I’ve already failed so many times.Lysaa squeezes my hand, her voice trembling. “Is there anything we can do?” she asks. “Anything at all?”Dr. Thorne sighs, her face softening slightly. “She needs rest. Complete rest. No more starving, no more beatings. No more... rough treatment. Her body is fragile right now. If the Alpha continues, it will be inevitable.”I close my eyes, fighting back the sob that threatens to escape. Rest? How can I rest when Calvin sees me as nothing more than an object for his rage? He’ll never let me rest. He’ll never let me protect this child.Dr. Thorne moves to the door, pushing it open slowly. Her brows furrow as
CalvinThere are no words to describe how much I hate her.Every time I look at her, it boils inside me, this burning rage that never dies. I thought I knew her once. I thought she was a good friend, someone I could trust. We grew up together—me, Sherelle, and her. We were inseparable, or so I thought. But all along, she was nothing but a manipulative, disgusting bitch who wanted to destroy my happiness.I can’t stand the sight of her. I hate everything about her. The way she looks at me with those wide, innocent blue eyes, like she’s done nothing wrong. Like she hasn’t ripped my life apart. The way she whimpers and shakes when I touch her, pretending she’s the victim when she’s the one who killed Sherelle. My Sherelle. My mate. My love.I don’t just hate her—I despise her. And I take pleasure in seeing her suffer. Every bruise, every scream, every tear—it’s justice. It’s what she deserves. I enjoy making her life a living hell, watching the light drain from her eyes as she realizes n
Kamrynn The anxiety twists deep in my stomach, an uncomfortable knot of dread that I can’t shake. My head throbs, the ache relentless. It’s almost time for Calvin to return, and the thought alone makes my entire body tense up. I’m so weak that even the weight of my bones feels unbearable. I’ve barely eaten in days—he only let me have food two days ago, leftovers I was forced to eat off the floor like some wild animal. My stomach growls, hollow and painful, but there’s nothing I can do. I run my tongue over my dry, cracked lips and look down at myself. Tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them. I’m nothing but skin and bones now, my body covered in bruises, scars, and sores. My ribs stick out sharply from beneath the rags I’ve been forced to wear. Every part of me hurts—my arms, my legs, my back. The chains bite into my wrists and ankles, and my hands and feet have gone numb from being restrained for so long.How did it come to this?I used to be strong. I used to be full of li
Kamrynn “Where are you going with this skank?” he demands, his voice sharp.Lysaa doesn’t miss a beat. She straightens up, her expression fierce. “The Alpha’s orders,” she snaps back. “He wants her moved to the lower quarters. Now get out of our way.”He hesitates, clearly unsure. Lysaa glares at him, her expression full of authority I’ve never seen from her before.“Move,” she growls.The man steps aside, and Lysaa pulls me past him, not even giving him a second glance. I can barely breathe, my heart hammering in my chest, but we make it through the doors and into the night.The cold air hits my face, a sharp contrast to the stuffy room I’ve been chained in for so long. The darkness surrounds us, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I feel a sliver of hope.Lysaa helps me down the path, the blanket pulled tight around me to protect me from the chill. The Pack house is behind us now, but we’re not safe yet. I can still hear the shouts and the chaos, but it’s distant. No
Calvin's POV I took Franklin's advice and called a Pack meeting to address the situation.The hall was packed to capacity, the air thick with tension and desperation. Every face that turned toward me carried a mixture of anger, exhaustion, and hollowed-out hope. I stood on the raised dais, my gaze sweeping over the crowd. The weight of their expectations pressed down on my shoulders like a suffocating shroud. It felt less like a gathering and more like a battlefield.I raised my hand to quiet the murmurs that had rippled through the gathering. "Thank you all for coming," I began, my voice steady, though my chest felt tight. "I know these past months have been unimaginably difficult. But I want you all to know that I’m doing everything I can to fix this. As long as I’m Alpha, I will never let this Pack fall."The words had barely left my mouth when a sharp voice rang out from the crowd."And what have you actually done, Alpha?"The room fell silent as a tall, wiry man stepped forward,
Calvin’s POVIt had been over six torturous months since Kamrynn vanished, leaving nothing behind but the gaping void of her absence. Every lead, every effort to track her down had led to dead ends, and the frustration of failure gnawed at me like a relentless parasite.Not a single day passed without her invading my thoughts. She was a phantom that haunted me, her image etched into my mind with cruel precision. I could almost feel her skin beneath my fingers—soft, warm, yielding. My hands itched with the memory of her trembling against me, her quivering voice pleading for mercy. That sound, that desperate, broken sound, echoed in my head like a forbidden melody.I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as the fantasy overtook me. My body tightened with need, an insistent ache that refused to be ignored. The thought of being inside her again, of reclaiming what was mine, sent a rush of heat spiraling through me.She was carrying my child. That was the excuse I clung to, the j
Kamrynn’s POVAryna’s voice filled my mind as my eyes slowly scanned the concerned faces around me. “You did it, Kamrynn,” she said, her tone warm and full of pride. “I always knew you could. You’ve proven once again that there’s nothing you can’t achieve when you set your mind to it.”I smiled faintly, still shaken from my journey to the underworld but comforted by her encouragement. Rmonica, who was still embracing me tightly, finally stepped back, her eyes glistening with tears of relief.“You’re back,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’re really back.”Kyven moved forward, gently taking my arm to steady me. “Kamrynn, how do you feel?” he asked, his eyes searching mine. “Did… did you convince the sorceress to lift the curse?”I nodded, though my body still felt like it was made of lead. “It’s done. The curse is broken.”Kyven’s brow furrowed in concern. “Are you sure? What if… what if she tricked you somehow? We have no way of knowing for certain.”Before I could ans
Kamrynn's POV The cavern seemed to grow colder as Xoria’s words echoed in my mind. I stood frozen for a moment, torn between despair and determination. The sorceress had every reason to be bitter, but as I recalled the pain in Kyven’s and Thalia’s eyes—their love trembling under the weight of a curse they didn’t deserve—I knew I couldn’t leave without trying harder.I squared my shoulders and met Xoria’s glowing green eyes. “You’re right,” I said, my voice firm. “The things Corvis did to you were despicable, and nothing can ever make up for it. But Kyven and Thalia are innocent. They’re just two people in love, caught in the crossfire of a crime they didn’t commit.”Xoria’s expression remained cold, unmoving. “Innocent or not, Thalia bears his filthy blood. She carries his sins. Why should I let her or anyone else from that family find peace when I never can?”Her bitterness was palpable, but I forced myself to stand firm. “Because this needs to end,” I countered. “Corvis’s generatio
Kamrynn's POV Her misery was pungent as she wept for her fallen loved ones, the weight of Xoria’s suffering pressing down on me like an unbearable burden. My hands clenched, my nails digging into my palms as the mirror continued to replay her torment.The mirror shifted again, and the dim glow of a chamber appeared. My stomach tightened as I saw Xoria being dragged into the room by one of Corvis’s guards. She struggled against the man’s grip, her defiance palpable despite the fear etched on her face.“Let me go!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls.The guard hesitated, glancing back at the large bed in the center of the room. Corvis sat there, his eyes dark with intention.“Leave her,” Corvis commanded, his tone sharp and final.The guard released her, giving her a brief, apologetic look before retreating from the room and shutting the heavy door behind him.Xoria’s chest heaved with anger as she turned to face Corvis. “What do you want from me now?” she demande
Kamrynn's POVI took a hesitant step forward, my voice trembling but firm. “Why can’t you just lift the curse?” I asked, my tone pleading but edged with frustration. “Cursing an entire bloodline… it’s not fair. Innocent people have suffered for centuries because of one man’s mistake. Two people who genuinely love each other are being torn apart because of this. How can you justify that?”The sorceress’s glowing eyes snapped to mine, her chained figure emanating a cold fury that made my blood run cold. She tilted her head, her gaze cutting through me like a blade. “Fair?” she hissed, her voice low and sharp, filled with centuries of bitterness. “Do not speak to me of fairness, child. You know nothing of what you speak. Nothing of the pain I endured. You have no right to lecture me.”Her words struck me like a slap, but I couldn’t back down. I swallowed hard and straightened my spine, even as her intense glare made my knees feel weak. “I know enough,” I replied, my voice trembling but re
Kamrynn's POV“Sherelle?” My voice trembled, hope and disbelief warring within me.“Kamrynn, it’s me! Please, come this way!”I turned toward the sound, my breath catching. I had longed to hear her voice again for so long. Our memories came flooding back to me all at once. Without thinking, I took a step forward, my eyes scanning the thick fog that hung like a veil in the distance.“Sherelle, where are you?” I called back, desperation lacing my words.Her voice came again, stronger now. “I’m here! Hurry!”I broke into a run, the fog growing thicker with every step. The world around me became obscured, the faint outline of the ground beneath my feet the only thing I could see. My heart raced, torn between elation and unease. Something wasn’t right, but hearing her voice—my sister&rsq
Kamrynn's POVI took a step forward, my legs trembling under the weight of what I was about to propose. The room seemed to grow heavier, the air thick with anticipation. Every eye was on me, and I could feel the burden of their expectations pressing against my chest. But I had no other choice. If I didn’t try, I would never forgive myself.“I can break the curse,” I repeated firmly, though the words felt strange coming out of my mouth.The silence that followed was deafening. Alpha Orion’s brows furrowed deeply, his skepticism apparent in the way his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed, and his voice was sharp.“How exactly do you plan to do that, Kamrynn?” he demanded. “You can’t just say something like that without proof. This is no ordinary curse.”I swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of his doubt like a
Kamrynn's POV The moment Thalia returned with the key to the Ostracylle, hope flickered to life within me. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she inserted the small key into the lock. With a soft click, the cursed collar unlatched, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt its oppressive weight leave my body.Then it happened.Power surged through me like a tidal wave, crashing against every nerve ending and filling me with a warmth that was both foreign and familiar. Aryna. My wolf. She was back. The bond we shared roared to life with an intensity that left me breathless.“Kamrynn!” Aryna’s voice echoed in my mind, full of excitement and relief. “I’m here! Oh, how I’ve missed you!”“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered aloud, tears streaming down my cheeks.My senses sharpened instantly. I could hear the faint rustle of fabric as the gathered crowd shifted uneasily, smell the mix of emotions in the room—fear, doubt, disbelief—and see every detail with crysta