Zoe's POVI felt numb throughout my ride home.It felt like I had lost something very precious. Like I had lost a part of myself. The scene of Xavier's arms carrying Claire as she smirked at me was haunting me. But I did not feel like crying.What was the point of crying? It wouldn't bring back what Xavier and I had shared. I wondered if any of it was real. Or did he really just use me?The cab dropped me near my house as evening enveloped the pack, but I didn't want to go inside yet. Aunt Julie had been so worried about me lately. I couldn't let her see me like that. I had to get a grip on myself. I had to run.I needed to run.I rushed into the darkening woods.I took off my shoes and allowed nature to lead me. I focused on the sounds and smells around me and hoped that, like always, I would be able to run from my thoughts. I never realized when the casual fun runs through the woods as a kid turned into me running from my present.I stopped when I absolutely needed air. I bent on my
Xavier's POVMy phone rang as I entered Silver Moon borders. I chose to ignore it the first few times. I did not need any distractions. Zoe was the only one that mattered and I could not afford to be late. I did not want to imagine that scenario.But when the caller was persistent, I had to attend it and put it on speaker,"This better be good!" I growled."I'm afraid, Alpha, it's not. It is, in fact, quite bad." It was Luca and he sounded worried."Make it quick, Luke." I ordered."Alpha. The detailed report will be ready by-" He started but I interrupted impatiently, "Get to the damn point.""Yes, Alpha. A couple of hours ago, John slipped his tail. His last known location is the woodlands near the ex-beta Simmons' house at the edge of the Silver Moon territory." He told and I suddenly things clicked."Shit!" I banged the steering wheel but refocused. A road accident was not going to help anyone."What are my orders?" He asked."Get that damned report ready. Find that bastard's last
TRIGGER WARNINGS: This chapter has descriptions of attempted sexual assault and rape. Reader discretion is advised. Zoe's POVJohn stepped closer and started unbuttoning my jumpsuit."Stop!" I called out, "Help!" Of course, nobody was coming."John, please. You don't want to do this. Stop!" I begged. "I love it when you beg. Too little too late though. You are mine now. It would've been better if you came willingly. It could've been so much fun." He tried to place a kiss on my lips but I moved my face and it landed on my cheek which enraged him.He held my face roughly in his hands so that I was unable to move as kissed me forcefully. Suddenly the rope I had been working on, snapped. My eyes widened because John had not realized it. I had a brief element of surprise.I removed the rope as he was too busy kissing me forcefully and then kneed him where the sun didn't shine. He doubled over in surprise.I had two choices. Either to hit him harder and keep him down or just rush out an
Xavier’s POVIt took Maisie an hour to get back and I was about to get upset at her that every minute counts. But, when she brought a bag from her car I was confused."Glad you could find time to go shopping when Zoe's life might be on the line." I commented sarcastically.She rolled her eyes, "I needed ingredients for the location spell."It took fifteen minutes for her to assemble all the ingredients which included many weird things. But witches had always been weird. "For a hybrid who keeps a part of herself secret, you sure know your stuff." I commented."I was a teen and curious. When if first got the grimoire. It was by accident. I found it in Dad's things that he had taken after my mom passed away. I never practiced magic as such. Everything I know is theoretical." She explained."Hold on. You are saying we have put all our hopes for finding Zoe on theoretical? Have you ever cast a spell? Are you even able to do magic?" I asked incredulously."I don't know?" She replied making
Maisie was directed by Xavier to take Zoe in her car and follow him. Xavier took John and made sure there was no chance of escape on the way. Not that John was in any shape to escape at all.Xavier had been making calls all the way to the Werewolf Council Head Quarters. The time to wait was gone and finally, the time to act had arrived. It had arrived sooner than anticipated but Xavier hoped that his men pulled through with all the pieces of evidence and John's allies to make sure he was covered from all sides for good.Maisie had called her father to inform him as well as Aunt Julie to ask her to come for Zoe's support, bring her clothes and other necessities. Zoe hadn't spoken a single word since she had been rescued. Maisie had wrapped her in a spare blanket that she used ot carry in her car. Zoe had stopped shaking but with her head on the window, she silently stared at the passing scenery. Maisie was getting worried for her friend but she had no idea how to help someon
It was early morning when Xavier's office door was knocked and Luca entered with a briefcase and a file in his hands.Lucan nodded to Jacob who nodded back briefly and resumed his work. Xavier looked at Luca expectantly and Luca immediately started talking, "Alpha, the witnesses are in separate guarded rooms. They will talk. Here is the report." He placed the file on Xavier's table and resumed debriefing as he opened the briefcase and took out various objects one by one, "This flash drive has the video proofs. This folder has the paper trails. These are the papers with ownership and contracts with John's signatures. These are the files on the witnesses." Xavier looked briefly at the objects and asked, "What about Councilor Peterson?""His son is on the way-" Luca was interrupted by Xavier controlling his rage, "I don't need his son. Get me his father!""Yes, Alpha. Alpha Peterson Junior was found calling an unknown number through an encrypted line. One of our guys is alrea
Xavier's POV"Thank you, Maisie," I whispered as she walked me out of the room."No need to thank me. I'll do whatever it takes to help Zoe. And it's about damn time John was held accountable for everything," Maisie said, her voice firm with conviction."Are you ready to reveal your hybrid nature?" I asked one last time, needing to be sure."I am. Come what may. Mr. Simmons has loved me like a father. Zoe is my sister. And truth be told, with your ex returning, Zoe has been through a lot. You're on her side now, and that's all that matters," she said, smiling at me."About that-" I started but Jacob mindlinked me and I excused myself. Someone who shouldn't have been there had come and I needed to handle the situation myself.I went to the waiting room adjacent to my office and raised an annoyed brow, "Father. What are you doing here?""I have heard about what a legend my son is with the Council cases. About time I witnessed it for myself." He had an expression full of pride. But I kne
Xavier's POVAfter my conversation with Claire, I had her escorted to a room adjacent to Alyssa. By the time I entered my office, Luca was waiting for me and instantly sprung up from his seat."Alpha, news about the Councilor Peterson." "I know." I took off my coat as he asked confused, "You do?""Councilor Peterson is defending John." I told as I took my seat behind my desk."Wait, what?" He asked and I realized he had no idea about this news."What is your news?" I asked."Councilor Peterson is in the building. No idea from where he spawned overnight. No one at the borders or the building saw him come." He informed."You finally decided to come out of hiding. What are you planning?" I mused to myself before getting back to the paperwork."Alpha, shall I find out what he is planning?" Luca asked."No. He will sniff you coming for miles. And we don't have the time either. Let's focus on making sure that our witnesses stay alive. There is no limit to how low John and his allies can sto
It took an hour and a lot of emotional blackmail from Aunt Julie to convince me to let Xavier come to Kansas City. The only reason I agreed was to test if he could keep his word. Nothing more, nothing less.After endless talk about mates, second chances, and the Moon Goddess, Aunt Julie smiled and patted my back. "I'll go tell him you need to talk. Be nice, okay?"I didn’t roll my eyes, though I wanted to. I respected her too much for that. Instead, I shook my head, knowing she had played me perfectly. She always did.If anyone had a right to push me, it was Aunt Julie. She had done more for my family than anyone. More than just a distant cousin of my dad or a housekeeper—she was family. The closest thing I had to a mother."Be nice, Princess." She gave me one last sweet smile before heading inside.I sighed, leaning against the hood of my car and fidgeting with my keychain. My fingers itched for something that wasn’t there—my father’s necklace. The one I had given him in the prison.
Zoe's POVI climbed the stairs, leaving Xavier in the garage. He needed time to calm down. My forgiveness—if it ever came—wouldn’t be immediate. That was his problem, not mine.He wanted to tell me something about Claire, probably to convince me I had nothing to worry about. But I didn’t care about her. I was done caring about him. His past didn’t matter to me anymore.The only thing that mattered was getting to those coordinates. I had no idea what I would find there, but it was my only lead. My mother left me that clue for a reason. I wouldn’t ignore it. A decade had passed. Anything could have changed. But I needed answers.I rushed through the house, grabbing only the essentials. Clothes, water, a flashlight, a knife. I packed quickly, like I had done this before. Because I had. Running was second nature now."She’s really doing this," Aunt Julie muttered from the kitchen doorway.I ignored her. Nothing to say.Xavier, however, had other plans. By the time I reached the garage, my
Zoe's POVI barely heard Xavier start talking. I knew he had been planning this speech since we got in the car two days ago."Zoe, I won’t pretend to understand your pain. I won’t insult you by saying I do. But I know how many times I’ve let you down." His voice was careful, like he was walking on thin ice."Don’t. Please." I turned away. I had dreamed of this moment so many times—Xavier realizing what a huge mistake he had made. But not like this. Not when I was barely holding myself together."Let me say this. You need to hear it, and I need to say it." He stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on my arms. Not trapping me. Just asking me to stay."Why?" My voice was bitter. My body tensed under his touch. I hated how my senses reacted to him now—too sharp, too raw. "You didn’t care about talking months ago.""Believe me or don’t, but I thought letting you go was the right choice. I wanted you to have a fresh start." Regret thickened his voice, but I didn’t care.I let out a short
Zoe's POV"What are you so happy about?" I asked Aunt Julie whose excitement was confusing me.Instead of answering right away, she gave me a nostalgic look, sat me down on the couch, and took my hands gently, like a mother would."Did your dad ever tell you that you have your mother's eyes?" she asked, her smile soft but sad.She didn’t wait for me to respond—probably because she already knew the answer, "Of course not. He did his best to remove any mention of her from his life. That was his way of dealing with his grief."What about my grief? I wanted to ask but I chose to listen.She was right, no one was allowed to talk about Mom in our house. I was never allowed to ask any questions. Aunt Julie tried her best to fill that hole in my life but for a ten-year-old girl, no one could replace her mother. I barely had any memories of her either. The psychiatrist had told Dad that it was a form of PTSD. I don't remember what the trauma exactly was, but apparently, it was deep enough for
Zoe's POVI ran to my room, grabbing everything from the box. My old laptop barely held together, but I powered it up and searched the coordinates. Then, I rushed outside to my broken car.Xavier and Aunt Julie followed as I yanked open the backseat door."You can't take that. It won’t even start," Xavier commented."It better. The coordinates are a two-day drive away," I muttered, then turned to him. "Key?" I held out my hand."Zoe—""Key. Now."He sighed, pulled the key from his pocket, and placed it in my palm. I grabbed it and turned without a thank you."You can't let her go alone," Aunt Julie protested."I'm not," Xavier assured, arms crossed as I tried to start the car. It didn’t even sputter.I kept turning the key, refusing to admit he was right. The car had been through too much. It wasn’t taking me anywhere.Aunt Julie whispered to Xavier, "How long do we wait?""You can wait inside. She won’t last long," he replied, knowing full well I could hear him."I heard that!" I sna
Zoe's POVI placed the envelope on the coffee table between us, staring at Xavier. "What are these?"His brows furrowed as he leaned forward, confusion flickering across his face. "A letter to you?""The numbers. What do they mean?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes—or worse, to kiss the perplexed look off his face. He was trying not to upset me. I didn't know why he suddenly cared, but a small part of me was relieved he hadn’t mentioned his so-called chosen mate. Right now, it seemed like he only cared about me. I didn't want to let him in again, but deep down, I wasn’t sure if I had ever truly let him go."Looks like coordinates," he murmured, thinking out loud.I knew it. Snatching the envelope back, my fingers brushed against his, and for a brief moment, we both pretended not to feel anything."I can have the location checked. If you want," Xavier offered softly.I didn’t answer. Dahlia, my beast, was already debating with me.'Say yes,' she urged, practically purring."I won’t.
Xavier's POV"Weren't you informed not to call? The lines can be intercepted!" I whisper-yelled into the phone as soon as I was sure neither Aunt Julie nor Zoe could overhear."This one's fine, Sir. I made sure. And this is urgent." Jacob spoke in a hushed tone like he was afraid."Well?" I said expectantly, urging Jacob to resume."We were found. Some of our men work for your father and call him Alpha. I don't know how they found out." Jacob informed."Did they take Claire?" I asked expecting the worst."No. They tripped off an alarm I had planted around the area and I got a fifteen-minute headstart. I drugged Claire and took her before they could get us. They knew about the underground room." He told."Where are you now?""At the Shaw Safehouse. I cleaned up any evidence of the underground room being in use before we left. They won't know Claire was there." Jacob reassured me and then said, "But the bad news is, the cleanup team at Golden Eclipse didn't do as great of a job.""What d
The next morning, I was up and out of the house just as the dawn broke through the sky.I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the same nightmare burned through my mind. I had waited for my wolf for so long, only to realize I would never transform like the others because I was wolfless.But now, I had a beast. Not a regular wolf, but an animal nonetheless. And I wanted to transform. I needed to know it had actually happened, that I wasn’t imagining it. Focusing on that need kept me distracted from my grief, kept me from falling apart over the loss of my father."Dahlia," I called out, dropping to my knees. I willed my bones to shift, for my skin to be covered in thin gray fur, for my canines to elongate and sharpen. But nothing happened.Dahlia tried to help me, pushing her strength into me, but it was useless. No matter how hard we tried, my body refused to transform.“UGH!” I screamed in frustration.I could talk to her. That was proof enough that I wasn’t wolfless anymore. Bu
[WARNING: This chapter contains details of gore and death. Proceed with caution.]Zoe's POVThat night, I slept in my old bed. Apparently, no one had known about our departure from Golden Eclipse or our arrival at Silver Moon. Xavier chose to stay, and Aunt Julie offered him my father’s room, but he refused. He knew I’d be furious if he stayed there. I blamed him for my father’s death, and honestly, so did he.Aunt Julie wanted to ask Xavier about his pack, but he’d been so quiet that she decided against it.I sat on my bed, staring at the contents of the wooden box. I looked at the pictures again, this time paying more attention to the details. I read the notes on the back of each one. Some were simple comments about the photo, while others were written in the same unfamiliar language as the bundle of papers and needed to be deciphered.It was all too much to process at once. The only good thing about opening the box so far was that it had distracted me from my grief, even if just for