Eleanor's POV I stood tall before the room full of powerful Alphas, determined to appear strong and in control. Even though I was the only woman there, I tried to hide the small twinge of fear that fluttered inside me. These were great men—respected leaders with strong voices—and I felt both honored and nervous that they had accepted my invitation.I cleared my throat and began to speak, my voice steady and clear. As I explained our plan and the need for unity, I looked around the room, meeting the gaze of each Alpha in turn. Their serious eyes held respect, and I felt a sense of responsibility swell within me. I knew that every word I said would help shape the future of our packs.But as I continued, my eyes kept drifting back to one person—Sebastian. He was standing there, watching me with an intensity that made my heart beat faster. His eyes were locked on me so strongly that I could tell he was not listening to my words at all. In that moment, my mind began to race with old memor
Eleanor's POV "Have I offended you, Elenor?" Sebastian asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. His tone was calm yet laced with a challenge, as if he wanted to push me back into memories of our troubled past.I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was drawing on every shared memory, every moment of hurt, and I could feel him trying to hide behind that history.I knew he had every memory of our past life just like I did. But I was going to play along and keep my expression steady."No, you haven't offended me, Sebastian," I replied in a measured tone. "I'm simply keeping my distance from you. After all, you're a married Alpha."A soft, low chuckle escaped him—a sound that was both gentle and husky. "Ah, I see. You're referring to my reputation, I presume?"I raised an eyebrow, a silent question in my gaze. "Reputation?" I echoed, not quite sure where he was leading this conversation.He smiled, and for a moment, his eyes twinkled with playful mischief. "Yes, the rumors t
Eleanor's POV As I returned to the village scene in my transformed state, Ryker's eyes widened in surprise. He stepped back, unsure of what to say, but I barely noticed his reaction. I had a mission to complete, and I would not be distracted. I moved closer to the lifeless bodies, and with my heightened senses, I began to sniff the air. The faint scent of the killers lingered, a trail that I could follow.Determination filled me. With my new abilities, I knew I was more than capable of tracking down those who had harmed these innocent villagers. I vowed then and there that I would hunt them down and bring them to justice. Every step I took was fueled by the need to protect my people and to ensure that such cruelty would not go unpunished.Standing in the quiet forest, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. My transformation was not just a change of form—it was a reminder of the strength and power that lay within me. I had been given a rare gift, one that would help me fight against those
Ryker’s POVI watched in awe as Eleanor transformed before my eyes—from a powerful werewolf into a sleek, agile wolf. It wasn't even a full moon, and the sky was still bright with daylight. How could she do that? I wondered if she possessed other hidden powers that even she had not yet discovered.The more time I spent by her side, the more impressed I became. Eleanor was changing, growing into a strength I had never seen before. She was discovering new parts of herself, and it made her different from the little girl I once knew in the castle. I remembered how timid and alone she had been in her childhood, always hiding in the shadows. Back then, when Loretta was still around, her father never let her truly shine. But now, without Loretta, it was as if Eleanor was finally spreading her wings—wings that were beautiful and full of promise.I had never before seen a werewolf transform into a wolf during the day. It was a rare and wonderful sight. I watched her with a mix of amusement and
Sebastian's POV I walked into the meeting room, wondering what the issue was this time. Eleanor had called an emergency meeting for all the pack Alphas, and I felt a flicker of excitement at the thought of seeing her again. As I took my seat, I noticed murmurs of discontent from some of the other Alphas."What's the point of these meetings?" one of them grumbled. "We have duties to attend to, packs to run." I felt a surge of defensiveness for Eleanor. "If she has called us here, it's because she has something important to share," I said firmly, my voice carrying a quiet authority.The room slowly quieted as Eleanor stepped forward. Her servants entered carrying three trays, each adorned with mounted skulls. The sight of the skulls brought a heavy feeling of unease over the room, and all eyes were fixed on them as if they held a secret meaning.I couldn't help but wonder what Eleanor was planning. Why had she summoned us, and what did the skulls signify? My mind raced with questions
Loretta's POV I woke up with a firm resolve today. This was the day I would take matters into my own hands. I had made up my mind long ago—I was going to end this pregnancy, no matter what it took. For weeks now, I had been planning, weighing my options, and finally, I had found a way.Once the baby was gone, I promised myself I would return to my old life. I would be the favorite daughter again, the one who always got what she wanted. I knew my father would be angry at first, but he always forgave me in the end. And once I was back in my old position, I vowed to make Eleanor’s life a living hell. I would make her regret ever crossing my path. Whatever harm I had done her in the past would seem small compared to what I planned now.I rose from my bed and had a quick breakfast. My maid, Grace, hovered nearby, her eyes full of concern. She asked gently if I was feeling well or if I had begun to experience morning sickness. I lied smoothly, assuring her that I was not pregnant yet. I co
Sebastian's POV I couldn't help but notice that Alicia's stubborn nature had a unique, almost magnetic appeal. As I watched her walk away, a strong feeling of attraction grew inside me. I found myself thinking about following her, and the more I considered it, the more I knew I had to. There was something daring and irresistible about her that I could not ignore.The thought of being with Loretta now seemed dull and empty. Our intimacy had become mundane—boring and plain. I had long suspected that Loretta did not truly want to be married to me, and deep down, I felt the same. With her, every moment felt routine and lifeless. But with Alicia, everything was different. There was passion, excitement, and a spark that set my heart racing. I could feel the thrill in my veins, a promise of moments filled with heat and desire.After weeks of being alone, of denying myself the pleasure I craved, I finally felt that I deserved to enjoy life’s good moments. The idea of spending time with Alici
Loretta's POV As I drove back to the palace, a strange mix of freedom and determination filled me. The sleek car hummed softly as I stole glances at the small vial of herb I had obtained. I remembered the herbalist's clear instructions: take the substance three times, with the first dose being the full dose. The thought of what was to come sent a thrill of excitement through me.I imagined how different my life could be. A part of me longed to turn around immediately and head back to my old pack, where I truly belonged. I pictured my father welcoming me with open arms, ready to restore my lost status and return me to the life I once knew. In my mind, I saw a future where I would regain everything that Eleanor had taken from me, including my place as the alpha. The idea of reclaiming my power and independence made my heart beat faster.But I knew that I had to be patient. I had a plan that needed careful timing. First, I must return to Sebastian's pack and gather my things. I wanted t
Klaus' POVThe boat rocked beneath my boots as I dragged Eleanor away from that blood-soaked cabin, her beta sprawled on the floor like a broken toy. Ryker’s chest barely rose, his breaths shallow and ragged, his worthless blood staining my pristine Selene. That idiot, he’d dared to fight me, dared to defy me, and now he was a mess of torn flesh and fading growls. I smirked, kicking the door shut behind us. Good riddance.Eleanor didn’t resist as I pulled her across the deck, her steps steady despite the chains rattling around her wrists. She couldn’t fight back, not with the poison I’d been slipping into her meals for days, sapping her strength, dulling that wild power I’d seen her wield. She was mine now, a tool to bend or break. Either she’d lead me to the Capris Coven, or I’d haul her back to the Crescent Moon pack and force her to my will. No more games.I shoved her hard, and she hit the deck on her knees, her auburn hair spilling over her face like a curtain.“Get up,” I snarle
Ryker’s POVI was trained to protect Eleanor, not to blindly obey her every word. That distinction had guided me through years as her beta, my duty was her safety, her life, above all else. So when the door burst open with a splintering crack and Klaus loomed in the threshold, flanked by two hulking guards, my instincts took over. My switchblade was already in my hand, its weight familiar and steady, and I thrust it forward, the steel glinting in the dim lantern light.“Don’t you dare come in,” I warned, my voice a low growl, edged with the promise of violence.Klaus’ dark eyes flicked to the blade, and a harsh, mocking laugh rumbled from his chest. “You plan to stop me… with that?” His tone dripped with contempt, his lips curling into a sneer as he took a step closer, his broad frame filling the doorway like a storm cloud rolling in.I didn’t care what he thought. I’d fight tooth and nail, hell, I’d tear this ship apart plank by plank, to keep Eleanor safe. She stood behind me, her v
Klaus' POVMore than anything, I despise being made a fool. The sting of it burned hotter than any wound, a festering humiliation that drove me from Alicia’s cramped cabin with a snarl still twisting my lips. My boots pounded the deck as I stormed toward the helm, the sea air sharp and briny in my lungs. I needed answers, and I needed them now. Ryker and Eleanor had strung me along for six miserable days, and I was done playing their game.I found the sailor hunched over the ship’s charts, his gnarled fingers tracing lines I couldn’t decipher. “Where are we?” I barked, looming over him. “Tell me exactly where this damned boat is!”Torin flinched, his eyes darting up to meet mine before dropping back to the parchment. He muttered something under his breath, then pointed to a looping pattern on the map. “We’ve… we’ve been circling, sir. Same stretch of sea for days.”The words hit me like a fist to the gut. Circling. My worst fear confirmed, laid bare in ink and cowardice. Rage surged t
Klaus' POVThe sixth day at sea stretched before me like an endless galaxy, the horizon a mocking line of unbroken blue. Not a whisper of the Capris Coven, not a shadow of land, just the ceaseless slap of waves against the boat and the briny tang of salt stinging my nose that I was already getting tired of. I stood at the deck, gripping the weathered railing, my patience wearing thin with every passing hour. And Ryker,damn him, his presence grated on me more with each day. I have been catching strange feelings from him for a while now, a quiet unease that coiled in my gut like a serpent.We had no reason to like each other, that much was clear from the start. But this? This was different. He moved through the ship like a ghost, detached, his eyes darting away whenever I tried to pin him down. He acted as though he hadn’t just crawled out of the Capris Coven’s habitation a few days ago, as though he wasn’t the one who’d sworn he knew the way. And Eleanor, since that strange night when
Sebastain's POVI watched Leila’s face shift as the weight of my revelation settled over her like a storm cloud rolling across a clear sky. Her hazel eyes widened, then narrowed, her lips parting slightly as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat. The dim light of the lantern flickered across her features, casting shadows that danced with her confusion.“She’s pregnant?” Leila’s voice cracked, disbelief threading through every syllable. “How could you not know?”The question stung, sharp and accusing, though I knew she didn’t mean it to wound me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as ash, and forced the truth out. “I only just found out she’d been using wolfsbane tincture.”Leila’s brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she tilted her head, studying me like I’d spoken in a foreign tongue. “Wolfsbane tincture? That bitter mixture—doesn’t it weaken a wolf’s abilities over time?”“What do you mean?” My voice trembled, betraying the dread coiling tighter in my chest.She lea
Leila's POVThe moment Nathan’s urgent message reached me, scrawled in his hasty hand on a scrap of paper, I leapt into action. I lashed the reins of my carriage, urging the horses into a frantic gallop toward Bloodmoon Pack. The wind tore at my hair, the wheels rattling over the uneven road, but my mind was a storm of its own. Eleanor, pregnant with my brother’s child, had vanished on some reckless voyage to uncover her roots, without a word to Sebastian. And he, predictably, had gone berserk. The note was cryptic, lacking on details for security’s sake, but it carried a weight that sank into my bones. I didn’t understand it all yet, not fully, but I knew one thing I had to get to him before he went completely wild.The journey stretched across a full day, the sun climbing and sinking as the landscape blurred past, rolling hills giving way to dense forest, then the rugged outskirts of Bloodmoon territory. The horses frothed at the mouth, their breaths heaving in clouds of steam, and
Eleanor's POVThe nightmares didn’t relent. Night after night, they clawed at me, vivid and merciless, peeling back layers of truth I hadn’t been ready to face. The pain was a constant now, a dull ache that throbbed in my chest and temples, but I’d grown accustomed to it, numbed by the burning need to uncover the full details of the betrayal surrounding me. Each vision was a rough piece of a puzzle, and by the third night, the picture was complete, its edges sharp enough to draw blood. I woke that morning with the taste of anger on my lips, the echo of thunder still rumbling in my skull, and a clarity that felt both liberating and suffocating.After a sparse breakfast, bread and a sip of refreshing water that did little to settle my churning stomach, I summoned Ryker to my cramped quarters. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the sea deceptively calm beyond the porthole, its glassy surface mocking the storm brewing within me. I sat on the edge of my bunk, my hands clasped tightly in m
Sebastain's POVCapris Coven.The name alone sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold dread that coiled tight around my chest. Eleanor was headed there, chasing some fool’s errand with our pup growing inside her, our pup, a secret she kept from me, a wound that festered deeper than I cared to admit. The last and only time I journeyed to that forsaken place, I had been a boy, barely old enough to understand the world beyond my pack. It was a nightmare etched into my bones, a blur of terror and misery that still haunted me decades later.I had been small then, clinging to my father's side as we sailed across a sea that seemed endless, its expanse swallowing the horizon. I didn’t know the route, only that it took days, each one worse than the last. The waves had tossed our rickety boat like a toy, the air thick with brine and the sour tang of my own vomit as seasickness wrecked my young body. I retched over the side until there was nothing left, my stomach a hollow pit.. I hadn’t under
Eleanor's POVThe secret of our pup, a fragile life growing within me, I had it kept locked away, hidden with lies about this journey. I had told him I needed to master my powers to understand it, when really I was on a journey to a land I didn't know, a people who were thought to be wiped from this realm. My deception didn’t absolve his, but it muddied the waters, blurring the lines between victim and villain. We had both wielded knives, and we had both drawn blood. None of us was innocent of hurting the otherBut Klaus and Alicia, those two were a different breed of poison. Their betrayal wasn’t born of love tbat turned sour for a moment or promises broken, it was calculated, cold, a blade aimed at my heart with no remorse. I didn’t need more visions to fuel my resolve. The ones I had seen were enough, their revelations shattering everything Ibelieved. My mind lingered on the Great War, a memory not from this life but etched into my soul by the visions. It hadn’t been the necessary