Maddox tasted blood.The metallic tang filled his mouth as he pushed himself up from the dirt, his body aching from the blows he had taken. His ribs were sore, but already, the pain was dulling—the rapid healing of his kind working its magic. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, his golden eyes locking onto Reed, who was sprinting toward Eliana. And then Maddox saw him. Kade was too close. Too close.Eliana was still on the ground, struggling against the weight of the dark magic pressing down on her. And Kade—that bastard—stood over her, power crackling around her like a storm ready to break.A growl ripped through Maddox’s chest. He surged forward. If Kade thought he was going to reach Eliana first, he was wrong.Maddox’s legs moved before his thoughts could catch up. His muscles coiled, his body responding to the surge of rage flooding his veins. In an instant, he was charging, claws unsheathing, fangs bared. Kade had no right to be near her. No right to touch her.
Silence. The battlefield was gone. The blood, the screams, the chaos—gone.Eliana opened her eyes. The air was cool against her skin, carrying the scent of earth, water, and something ancient. She pushed herself up, expecting to feel the ache of battle in her bones, but there was nothing—no pain, no wounds, no exhaustion. Only stillness.She looked around. It was not a void, not like the last time she had slipped into the unknown. This place was… alive. A vast expanse of emerald fields stretched in every direction, the grass swaying gently as if moved by an unseen wind. The sky above was endless, painted in hues of gold and lavender, the sun hanging low but never setting. Flowers of iridescent colors bloomed around her, their petals shifting shades with every breath of the breeze. She stood slowly, her heartbeat steady but her mind racing.Where am I?She turned in a slow circle, taking in the surreal beauty of her surroundings, but there was nothing—no one.Her voice trembled wh
Seraphine’s heart stopped the moment she saw her daughter collapse. One second, Eliana had been there, shifting into her wolf form for the first time, powerful, untamed, divine—and the next, she was crumbling to the ground, motionless.A breath. A hesitation.Then, the world blurred. “ELIANA!!”Seraphine ran.Mrs. Astrid’s voice called out behind her, sharp with warning, but she did not care.Reed had made her promise—do not step onto that battlefield, no matter what.But her daughter was on the ground, and nothing—no command, no prophecy, no promise—would stop her from reaching her. Her bare feet barely touched the ground as she sprinted, her heart pounding in her ears. Her magic surged beneath her skin, but it had been so long since she had called upon it, so long since she had allowed Willow—the wolf she had buried deep inside—to rise. She reached Eliana, falling to her knees, hands gripping her daughter’s limp body. “Eliana—” her voice was shaking, desperate. “Eliana, wake up
Eliana awoke to silence.Not the comforting kind. Not the soft embrace of quiet after a long battle.A hollow, aching silence.Her body felt heavy, her limbs sluggish as she blinked, the world swimming into focus. The sky above was dark, choked with clouds, the air thick with the scent of blood, magic, and something far worse—death. Her fingers twitched. The earth beneath her was wet, soaked with something warm.And then—She turned her head.Her mother.Lying beside her, face pale, body still, lifeless.Eliana’s breath caught, her chest constricting so tightly it felt like something inside her had snapped.No. No, no, no.This wasn’t real.This couldn’t be real.“Mom?”Her voice came out broken, a whisper barely carried by the wind. Seraphine didn’t move. Eliana pushed herself up with trembling arms, ignoring the way her vision blurred, the way her limbs protested.Her hands found her mother’s shoulders, shaking her gently at first. “Mom. Wake up.” Nothing. Her hands shook har
A storm raged within Eliana.Not one of wind and rain, but of fire and fury, a tempest that crackled in her veins, raw and unyielding.Her mother’s blood still stained the earth.Maddox stood before her, silver blade in hand, his grip firm, his expression unreadable. He was waiting.Waiting for her to fall into his trap, waiting for her power to be his.Never.A growl rumbled from her throat, low and dangerous, before she launched at him.The battlefield exploded into chaos.Maddox met her charge with a slash of the blade, but Eliana was faster. She twisted, her massive wolf form vanishing into thin air just before the blade could touch her. Teleportation. She reappeared behind him in a flash, her fangs bared, claws poised to rip him apart. Maddox barely had time to spin before she struck, her claws raking across his chest, shredding through his armor like paper.He staggered, blood spilling from the deep gouges, but he didn’t fall. Instead, he smirked.“You’re stronger than I exp
The battlefield was eerily silent.The war was over. Maddox was gone. Kade was gone. The monsters that had haunted them, torn them apart, destroyed their lives—gone. And yet, there was no victory in the air.There was only grief.Eliana held onto Reed’s body, her fingers digging into his bloodied shirt, pressing against his chest as if her touch alone could will his heart to beat again.But it didn’t. His body was cold, too still, too quiet.She shook him, her breath coming in frantic gasps. “Reed,” she whispered, then louder. “Reed, wake up. Please.”No response.His golden eyes—those sharp, mischievous eyes that had always held fire—were closed. The silver blade had done its damage, buried deep, its lethal touch poisoning him from the inside out. Eliana’s chest heaved, her throat raw as she turned her head, her gaze blurring between two bodies—her mother and Reed.One was gone.The other—she refused to believe it. A sob ripped from her throat. Somewhere behind her, footsteps
The night air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke, but inside the packhouse, silence pressed against the walls like an unwelcome ghost. The war had ended, but grief had settled in its place, lingering in every breath, weighing down every step.Eliana stood in the dimly lit hallway, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, fingers digging into her own skin as if that could hold her together. Behind the closed doors, the pack doctor and the shaman worked over Reed’s body, their hushed voices barely audible through the heavy wooden panels. She wanted to be in there. She needed to be in there. But they had shut her out.Her feet paced across the floor in restless, uneven strides. One moment she was standing near the door, straining to hear anything—anything at all—then the next, she was pressed against the wall, her forehead resting against the cool surface. Her body that passed without an answer felt like another piece of her breaking apart. “Reed.” Her voice was barely above a
ASHER’S POVThe night stretched endlessly, a vast expanse of darkness with no moon to soften its weight. The stars hung above like distant spectators, cold and indifferent, mirroring the silence that had settled over the pack house. The air carried the faint scent of pine and damp earth, but it was the stillness that unnerved me the most. It wasn’t just the stillness of the night—it was her stillness. Eliana sat outside on the worn wooden bench, her back straight, her hands curled into her lap as though holding herself together by sheer force of will. She wasn’t trembling, wasn’t gasping for air like she had been two weeks ago, when everything fell apart. But this quiet was worse. It was empty. She hadn’t noticed me yet. I stood in the doorway, watching her through the faint glow of the lanterns. I had been watching her for days now, and each day, she seemed to slip further away, retreating into a space none of us could reach. She barely spoke. She barely ate. She barely existed. I
FOUR MONTHS LATERThe morning sun streamed through the sheer white curtains, casting a golden glow over the grand dining hall. The long wooden table was set with an elaborate spread—pancakes drizzled with honey, fresh berries, and a steaming pot of coffee. The scent of roasted bacon and buttered toast wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble in anticipation. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my swollen belly as I listened to the chatter around me. It had been four months since everything changed—four months since I had finally found my place, my home, my family. Reed sat to my right, his hand lazily tracing circles on my wrist as he spoke with Callum and Asher. My husband. The words still felt surreal, as if saying them would wake me from a dream. The mate bond between us had only grown stronger since our wedding, the kind of connection I once thought I would never have. “Callum can you please hand her another plate, it’s been five minutes since she asked for it,” Reed bl
ELIANA’S POVThe first thing I felt was warmth.Not the suffocating heat of fear or the numbing cold of rejection—just a steady, comforting warmth. It wrapped around my hand, grounding me before my mind could even piece together where I was.Slowly, I forced my eyes open.Blurry. Unfocused. The light overhead was too bright, making me wince. I blinked rapidly, willing my vision to adjust.Where am I? The ceiling above me was a bit familiar. The room smelled different, too—clean, with a faint hint of something I couldn’t quite place. Not the musky, indifferent scent of the packhouse I had come to despise. Then where…?And then it hit me. The pain. The sharp, unbearable pain that had gripped my body before I collapsed. My breath hitched as the memories flooded back—the searing agony, my vision darkening at the edges, the sound of my name being called in panic. Reed. Asher. My hand shot to my stomach. Still round. Still full. A shuddering breath escaped me. My baby. My baby was s
MALCOLM’S POVThe air in the room was suffocating.Not because of the space—we had more than enough of that in this damn house—but because of the weight of everything pressing down on us. The truth. The guilt. The realization that we had shattered something that could never fully be put back together.Callum and I talked on the way back home, but nothing could’ve prepared us for what we were walking into. Eliana was upstairs, unconscious. Reed had carried her in like she was the most precious thing in the world, like losing her would rip his soul apart. And it would.Because of us.Because we had believed what we wanted to believe. Because we had ignored the truth. Because we had taken the pieces of a story that suited our anger and ran with it—dragging Reed down with us. And now? Now, all we could do was sit in this damn living room, suffocating in our own regret while Asher paced like a man on the verge of shattering. His hands ran through his hair, gripping at the strands. His
REED’S POVI didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t wait for permission. The moment I saw her—Eliana, crumpled in the doorway, her body trembling, her skin pale and damp with sweat—everything else ceased to exist.I was at her side before my mind could even catch up, scooping her into my arms. She was so light. Too light.Her breath was uneven, shallow, her body barely responding.“Asher,” I barked, my voice tight with urgency. “We’re taking her out here.”He was already ahead of me, moving fast, clearing the way as I carried her through the castle halls. I didn’t care about the whispers, the wide eyes of pack members watching us go. I didn’t give a damn about their judgment or their curiosity. They had failed her. They had stood by while she was beaten, humiliated, starved. And now, she was barely clinging to life because of them. I would not fail her too. We reached the car, and I slid into the backseat with her cradled against me. Her head lolled against my chest, her face
ELIANA’S POVPain.It started as a dull ache, twisting deep in my stomach. I barely noticed it at first. My body had endured so much these past months—hunger, exhaustion, bruises, the sharp sting of words meant to break me. What was one more pain added to the pile?I thought maybe it was the weight of my dress, the heavy fabric pressing against my skin. That had to be it.I forced myself to stand, my fingers trembling as I reached for the laces of the gown. Each breath I took felt shallow, strained, but I ignored it. I just needed to change. Get comfortable. Then the pain would go away. I peeled off the dress, my breath catching as the cool air kissed my overheated skin. My body ached everywhere, my muscles screaming in protest. Slowly, I slipped into a loose gown, something softer, something that didn’t suffocate me. But the pain didn’t stop. I pressed a hand to my stomach. My heart pounded against my ribs. This was different. A sharp, searing pain shot through me, knocking the
REED’S POVI didn’t know what to do.My body felt too heavy, my mind too loud. I wanted to scream, to rip at my skin until I felt something other than this suffocating regret. But nothing would change. No matter how much I hurt, no matter how much I wanted to turn back time, I couldn’t undo what I’d done.She hated me.I’d called her a whore.I’d let my rage speak louder than reason, and now I had lost her in a way that I wasn’t sure I could ever fix. Eliana had always been strong, but the woman I had just seen—this new version of her—she was unshakable. And I had pushed her there. I had driven her to the point where she didn’t just refuse to listen to me; she didn’t even care to. I pressed my hands against my face, dragging them down slowly. My chest burned, and the weight in my throat grew unbearable. I tried to swallow it down, but it rose like bile, hot and acidic. I sucked in a sharp breath, but it didn’t help. Then, before I could stop it, my vision blurred. A warm line of w
ELIANA’S POVThe dress felt heavier than it should have.Silk, soft against my skin, clean, free of blood—yet I still felt stained.I adjusted the cuffs of my sleeves as I walked down the corridor leading to the Grand Hall, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The path felt longer than usual, the air thick with tension, but I kept my head high. There would be no sign of weakness tonight.The investors were waiting. So was Ronan. My godforsaken Beta.The doors to the Grand Hall were already open when I arrived. The room was grand, high ceilings adorned with golden chandeliers, the long table in the center lined with crisp documents, and men and women dressed in sharp suits. Humans. Our potential business partners. My people were gathered too. The elders, the council, warriors standing at the edges like silent shadows. Asher was seated at one end, his expression unreadable. Raiden was on the opposite side, his arms crossed, eyes trained on me the second I entered. And then
ASHER’S POVI was losing my mind.Hours had passed since she walked out, and no one knew where the hell she was.I should have stopped her. I should have gone after her the second she stepped out with that bloodied gown clinging to her like a second skin. But I hadn’t. I’d been too stunned, too fucking caught up in my own emotions to move. Now, she was out there—alone, hurt, and wearing the same damn nightgown she almost died in. My hands curled into fists as I stormed across the main hall. Every available pack member was searching for her. Even Ronan, despite his silence, was out there looking. The elders were restless. Not because they cared about her, but because of the investors meeting. “Find her, now,” one of them growled at the warriors. “We cannot afford to miss this deal over one reckless woman.” I clenched my jaw. She wasn’t just a woman. She was their Alpha. My wife. Or at least, she had been. And they still spoke about her like she was nothing. I exhaled sharply, s
CALLUM POV The sheets were soft. The woman beneath me, softer. She moaned against my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair as her bare thighs tightened around my waist. I smirked, trailing kisses down the curve of her throat, my hands gliding over smooth, warm skin. “You’re insatiable,” she purred, her nails dragging lightly over my shoulders. I chuckled. “And you love it.” She didn’t argue. My lips traced down her collarbone, my fingers dipping lower when— Knock. Knock. Knock. I froze. The woman beneath me let out an irritated groan. “Ignore it.” I wanted to. Fuck, I really wanted to. But whoever was at the door was persistent. Knock. Knock. Knock.I clenched my jaw, pressing my forehead against hers with an exhausted sigh.“This better be good,” I muttered. Then, raising my voice, I barked, “Who the fuck is that?” There was a pause before a familiar voice answered. “It’s me, sir.” I sighed again. Benson. My butler. The man had impeccable timing. “What do you want?”