Sebastian's POV I watched as Loretta stormed out of the car and into the palace. Her anger was obvious in every step she took. I had already decided that I would not let her out of my sight until she had given birth to my child. I could sense that she was hiding a dark plan, and I was determined to stop her from making it come true.I followed her into the palace. As she walked down the long corridor, I noticed her gathering her belongings. It was almost as if she believed she could simply leave me behind. I raised my voice, keeping it calm but firm. "What are you doing?" I asked. Loretta turned to me, her eyes burning with fury. "Am I blind?" she spat. "Can’t you see I’m packing? I’m done with this fake marriage. I’m going back to my father’s house. I cannot live in this hell just so you can force me to do what you want. I hate you. You don’t deserve love, and you certainly don’t deserve me. You are nothing more than a ruthless, bitter Lycan king, doomed to be alone forever."Her
Loretta's POV I was both shocked and oddly amused when the guard announced that Eleanor had come to visit. Yet, as I thought about it, I realized I should not be surprised. I had been expecting her arrival for some time now. In my mind, Eleanor was the one pulling the strings, the mastermind behind the plans meant to ruin my life.I stepped aside and welcomed her into my room. The space was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls, and I could see the flicker of surprise in her eyes as she entered. She looked startled, as if she had not expected to see me here at all. What could she have imagined? Did she picture me locked away in a dark dungeon, tied and chained like a prisoner? I wondered if the suffering I endured under Sebastian was not enough for her.With a sharp tone, I asked, "I hope you're happy seeing me suffer." My words dripped with sarcasm, meant to wound as much as to provoke. Eleanor's face remained calm and innocent. "I don't understand you," she replied softly, h
Eleanor's POV At my words, Loretta slowly stood up. Even after months of being mistreated by Sebastian, a defiant spark still shone in her eyes. That malicious way she had always looked at me. I will never understand why Loretta hates me so much. Maybe its because she knows that we do not share the same biological mother.I had tried in the past to maje her like me. We only had each other against ur cruel, cold father. But Loretta would waste no time in telling Father where i had fallen short. With time, I let go of the dream of having a supportive sister. Andafter how she set me up to marry Sebastain so my life could be finally ruined -? I had no empathy for her.She walked slowly toward me, and her gaze burned with malice. With a sneer on her face, she spat, "I, Loretta, will never reveal to you anything I know about your mother." Her tone was harsh and mocking as she continued, "In fact, I will never tell you anything that might bring you any joy. I will always be your enemy in t
Sebastian's POV Fate seems to be smiling at me tonight, and fate and luck are working together to bring me happiness. The moment I saw Eleanor’s car pull into my castle, I could hardly believe my eyes. There she was—Eleanor in flesh and blood, standing right on my compound. Now that she was here, I was determined to do everything in my power to keep her from leaving.I watched her from my window as she stepped out of the car and made her way into the building. I wondered who she had come to see. Had she come to see me, or was she here for her sister? I could not help but be captivated by her beauty. Eleanor was always radiant and stunning, and her presence filled the air. I felt a deep pull toward her; I wanted to protect her, to keep her safe, and to hold her close. Yet, I knew I had to be patient tonight. I was not going to let her go easily.I sat by the window, watching the storm gather outside. The dark clouds were heavy, and the rain fell in thick, driving sheets. I hoped that
Eleanor's POV It wasn't until a few minutes into dinner, when Loretta failed to join us, that I realized the truth—she was locked away in her room, kept like a prisoner. Even though I never cared much for Loretta and believed she deserved every bit of the pain she was going through, I could not stop the surge of anger and rage boiling inside me toward Sebastian. He had not changed at all. I wondered, why was he so cruel? Why did he take pleasure in tormenting women and making people suffer?I picked at my food, but even my favorite dish tasted bitter tonight. Sebastian had made sure the cooks prepared my best meal—a silent reminder of our past together—but the taste did nothing to soothe my anger. The flavors danced on my tongue, yet I felt nothing but a deep resentment. In a moment of frustration, I dropped my cutlery with a loud clatter and dragged my chair back, ready to storm out of the room.Before I could leave, Sebastian raised his head and fixed his eyes on me. "What's wrong?
Eleanor's POV I sat alone in my room after dinner, the silence heavy around me. I had forced myself to eat—not because I was hungry, but because the guilt from the harsh words I had hurled at Sebastian was eating away at me. I felt as though I had misjudged him, that I had been too quick to condemn him based on what I had seen and thought. That guilt was so strong it had pushed me to eat even when I had no true appetite.As I sat there, my mind drifted back to the past. This very room held memories that were both sweet and painful. It was the same room where I had spent my very first night with Sebastian, where I had lost my virginity. I remembered that night clearly—the excitement, the tenderness, and the way my heart had soared when he chose me. Back then, I had truly loved him. I had not paid attention to rumors or gossip. I was busy with my studies and the unusual pursuits that set me apart from other teenagers. Had I known the whole truth about Sebastian, I might never have agre
Sebastian's POV I took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage, and began, “I know you remember our past life—the mistakes I made, the pain I caused. I hurt you deeply, and I made your life miserable. I repented too late, and I live with that regret every day.” My voice grew steadier as I continued, “The moon goddess gave me another chance, a chance to be with you as my mate. I cannot let this chance slip away. I know I have caused you pain, but I also know that my love for you is real. I will keep chasing you, keep fighting for you, until the anger and hatred in your heart melt away and only love remains.”I paused, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. The storm of emotions between us was palpable, and for a long moment, we simply sat there in silence. Then, almost hesitantly, she spoke, “How can I believe that you’ve changed, Sebastian? How can I trust you when the past is so heavy on my mind?”I squeezed her hand gently. “I don’t expect you to t
Sebastian's POV As I gazed at Eleanor, a powerful, primal urge stirred inside me—a deep desire to have her, to explore every inch of her being. For countless moons, I had longed for this moment, a chance to be close to her without anger or hurt standing in the way. And there she was, her eyes filled with a spark that mirrored my own. I would be a fool not to act.This was the opportunity I had waited for, and in that moment, no voice of caution could hold me back. I let my hand reach out and gently ran my fingers through her fiery red hair. I heard a soft sigh escape her lips—a sound that sent a warm thrill through me. It was clear that she, too, was caught in the moment, as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. The air between us crackled with tension, and every second felt charged with possibility.With deliberate tenderness, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I felt the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her skin, and I sensed that she did not resist. Wh
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