Xavier's POVThe first thing I did when I returned to my office was to call Jacob.Claire and Alyssa's words were still ringing in my ears. I was still trying to come to terms with the fact that my sister and my chosen mate were ready to kill an innocent person just because they didn't like her.I didn't recognise these women. But there was going to be another time to sit them down and ask them about it. For now, I needed to focus on securing a good life for my fated mate. Just because I had been conflicted about choosing her, didn't mean I wasn't worried about her weel being.I wanted her to have her life, even if it wasn't with me. And that was exactly what she deserved to have, I was going to make sure of it.I was giving specific instructions to Jacob when I was informed that Maisie wanted to talk to me. Maisie was a different issue that I needed to solve as well. I had read all the laws about all creatures under the Werewolf law. Hybrids were not supposed to exist because they we
"Dad, I'd really rather not take anything. The purpose of leaving is to start fresh. We can't do that if we hold old keepsakes close." Zoe leaned against the doorframe of the study room where her father was busy gethering trinkets close to his heart in a briefcase."These are not keepsakes. These belonged to your mother. These are the only few things we have left of her. It doesn't matter we go, she is going with us." He stopped and looked at his daughter, "I don't have anything else to take from this pack either."He was trying to stay strong for his daughter but the pack was his home. The land of his ancestors. It was hurting him to leave at this age. But he knew it was impossible to stay among those who had turned on him and made him endure so much humiliation while being aware of his innocence."Zoe, sweeties there is someone here to see you." Aunt Julie came from behind them, nervously."Who is it?" Zoe turned to face her, leaving her father to his packing."It is bette
Xavier's POVI offered to drop Simmons at the train station. They had decided to leave their car with Aunt Julie who had chosen to stay behind saying that she felt too old to begin again. Zoe had stayed silent the whole ride to the train station. She was upset, she had every right to be upset.Mr. Simmons went to buy two tickets, leaving Zoe alone with me."I didn't get to give it to you earlier." She said."What is it?" I asked, taking a small piece of paper from her hands, surprised that she had talked to me."Your final cheque. I never got to pay you the final installment of your f*e. This is the money the pack paid us for Dad's case." She didn't look at me."You don't need to-" I started but her sharp gaze pierced me."According to our contract, I was expected to pay in full. In case of failing to do so, I owed you double the money. I was a paying client, wasn't I? Here is your final installment. Thank you for being lenient." Her words cut like a silver knife through the heart."
Xavier's POV"What was so important that it couldn't wait for the weekend? You know John's still in custody. We shouldn't be meeting like this." I heard Claire say to the man."Were you followed?" He asked instead of answering her."Of course not. Do you think I'm an idiot?" Claire replied offended."Did you bring it?" He then asked."Yes." She sighed and took something out of her purse."Now, what are the orders?" Claire asked as she handed the small item to the man."Is this everything you have?" He asked instead of answering her question again."Yes, David. Now, what are my orders? Why did I have to give all my research up?" She asked. I could sense a hint of desperation in her voice. That was not the Claire I knew. What was going on?"Oh, Please. You and I both know, as well as my superiors that you would never give up all your research this easily." He smirked at her."As valuable as my work is for me. Our cause is more important." She growled and stepped closer to him and threate
Zoe's POVAfter changing two trains and showing our papers at the border of our new pack, Dad and I took a taxi to our apartment building.It was in a nice area, in the fairly wealthy part of the city. We paid for the taxi and made our way to the elevator. "Hold it!" Someone called right before the door was about to close. I placed my foot to stop the door and someone rushed in a hurry and thanked me, "Thank you so much," the fairly young girl huffed and fixed the folder she was holding."No problem." I smiled even though she was not looking at me."Zoe? Zoe Simmons? Is it really you?" The girl asked and I looked at her surprised."Angelina? What are you doing here?" I asked and we both smiled at each other excitedly."What am I doing here? What are you doing in Golden Eclipse Pack?" She asked excitedly."I got transferred to this pack. I am officially from Golden Eclipse now. New beginnings and all that." I told her."Wait, really?!" She exclaimed. Dad was watching the whole interact
"Joe." Dad smiled formally and balanced the stuff in one hand to free the other hand to shake Lawrence's, "And my daughter, Zoe.""Nice to meet you both." He smiled. He was about to say more but his phone rang and upon seeing the caller ID he excused himself, "It's my new manager. Gotta take this. See you guys around."And just like that he unlocked the apartment right next to ours and slipped in while talking on his phone. "Maybe it will all be truly better." Dad sighed and turned to open the door of our apartment."Not bad." He commented and placed all the things from his hands on the kitchen island."Yeah. But not home." I sighed. I missed the place I grew up in, surrounded by woods. Where would I run when I needed to clear my mind, now?"But it can be." Dad came up to me and held my hands like he used to do when I would fidget anxiously and he would stop me by holding my hands.I nodded and hugged him, "Home is wherever you are." I told him and he hugged me back. I felt like I was
Xavier's POV"Where are you taking me?" Claire asked in a small voice but received no answer.The ride to my cabin was tense. My thoughts were jumbled up and she was fidgeting in her seat. A man was dead. I had mind-linked Luca to clean up that mess and find everything about that man as soon as possible. I wanted to know everything that was going on in the territories of these neighboring packs. Were my people in danger? What was Claire truly up to?When we pulled over, I silently led Claire inside and locked the door.My eyes stopped for a second at Zoe's portrait that I had painted here. The only reminder of the pure and destined emotions and passions that I had experienced."I missed this place. It has been so long since we were last here. Do you remember when you-" She started nostalgically but I interrupted her in a monotone,"Give me your purse." "Xavier?" She asked as if she was surprised that I was acting like this."Your purse. Now, Claire." I repeated.She opened her mouth
Zoe's POV"Dad, the lunch is in the fridge, warm it up when you want." I called out as I grabbed my coat from the hanger."You know, you didn't have to wake up so early to cook breakfast and lunch. I'm the one who taught you how to cook. I am quite capable of cooking for myself." Dad came from his room and gave me a hug."I know. But it doesn't hurt that you need rest and I wanted to do something for you." I kissed his cheek and grabbed my purse, making sure that I had my phone and every important thing with me."You have done so much for me already. Best of luck for the internship." Dad smiled at me as I opened the door to leave."I haven't done half as much as you've done for me. And, thank you. I hope my new bosses are better than the ones I've had in the past." I smiled as I left the apartment."I'll pray for you." He said and locked the door after me.I took a deep breath and walked towards the elevator. I wanted to hope for the best but given my history, I was expecting the worst
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