Kristen's POVI can't tell if it's morning or not, all I know is that I've been locked in here for hours. Jack stopped with his rape attempt when I told him I was pregnant.He hit me repeatedly in the face and accused me of knowing he was out to get me, so I made Calhoun get me pregnant. As if that even makes any sense. When I didn't even know him until the day he kidnapped me. Jack is worse than a sadistic psycho, I wonder if he has a family somewhere or if he's always been a loner. His smell gives out that he's a rogue, which means he was kicked out of his pack and he refused to join any other pack. So his smell sells him out that he's different.My throat feels dry because I haven't had anything in my mouth for some time now. Not even water. Thankfully the soreness has subsided, that's why I feel even thirsty.How long have I been here? Two days or more?Is Calhoun looking for me?Is mom worried? Will they ever find me?Sarah, whom Jack murdered was locked in here for four year
Calhoun's POVTo think this place has been here and we've walked past it several times.My body is already invigorating for war as we take the lift down underground. Jack is truly a sick person. It's obvious he's spent several years working on this place because it's really wide and spacious. It's dark so my men are making use of the torchlight they're holding.There are skeletons of dead people wrapped in torn dresses and pinned to the walls, as the lift keeps lunging downward."That guy is creepier than I ever thought," someone mutters.My mind drifts over to Kristen and I hope he hasn't laid a finger on her.Bruce assured me that Jack would never hurt Kristen, but the things I am taking count of is making me rather disturbed.The lift takes us sixteen feet down before it stops. "This is even worse than we thought," Bruce has his eyes raised in their sockets as he points ahead of us. There, we see several cages merged together, over two hundred. And inside, are asleep females. "
Calhoun's POVI see several other dead bodies but I don't even fidget at the sight because I have a strong stomach. It took me less than five minutes to know Kristen isn't here. It feels so sickening to know that Jack keeps the dead bodies of the females he has killed, and lets them rot here. It's such a disgusting thing for a person to do. But then Jack isn't sane. That's why he's called the Rogue Psycho.Cursing deeply under my breath, I leave the room and carry on walking until I see another door. I don't want to see more dead bodies, but because I am out on the lookout for Kristen, I can't turn away from it. I have to go through every nook and cranny in this place to rescue my mate and the mother of my unborn child.The door is unlocked too, I can tell through the small opening of the door.And surprisingly there's no foul odor coming out from it. This one seems to not contain dead bodies.Did Jack deliberately leave it open? I am a bit skeptical about going in because this look
Calhoun's POVIt's been three days since it happened.But it still feels like it happened yesterday.This is the third time something terrible has happened to Kristen within the space of a month.The second fucking time.The first was on the yacht when she tried saving the Alpha Gregory's youngest and had a near-drowning experience. Second, she got kidnapped by Jack the Rogue Psycho and was in a bad position when I rescued her from the underground prison. But then she was unconscious and she's been like that since.The head pack Doctor said Jack gave her something very poisonous and it knocked her out. Jack did this because he did not want me to have Kristen to myself, in case he lost a fight with me. Something which happened.And now I am confronted with the harsh reality that Kristen will be in this vegetative state for some time. She might even die through this way.A part of me is glad Jack and his accomplice are dead.It was Bruce who tore his limbs off his body and lastly knock
Calhoun's POV"Will she be okay?" Clarke, Alpha Gregory's son asks quietly as he glances at Kristen's unconscious body on the bed.Clearing my throat, I reply, "Yes." then tuck my hands in my pants as I clench my jaw hard because it's been six days and there's no sign of Kristen regaining consciousness.Even in Kristen's unconscious state, her lips are still full with this faint pink color. Although she's not wearing lip gloss, her lips are always like this. And right now my brain is making me remember the kisses I've shared with her. The feel of her soft lips on mine and how she had moaned into my mouth.The first time I kissed her, her moan was shaky, the second was inaudible and the third came out of abandon because I was giving her small butt gentle assaults.I curse myself inwardly because I'm not supposed to allow such thoughts to form up in my mind when she hasn't woken up.I don't even know what is wrong with me at this point. Maybe because I come here often and stare at her o
Kristen's POVI hear voices at times.Distinct most times, inaudible oftentimes.Sometimes I don't hear a thing. Like the voices stopped and decided to leave everywhere with this deafening silence like a necropolis.Which would throw me in the position of wallowing in my thoughts, leaving me in the big darkened area where the only thing I can see is total darkness.But it's not always it happens. Light comes in occasionally, and when I see it, different shapes and patterns are drawn. My mouth wants to release ear-piercing screams like a banshee, but it seems like the most impossible thing ever. More like a curse was placed on me to remain like this. I've been trying to figure out things that are uncertain to me.The excruciating pain I am undergoing is what I'll never wish for the worst person on Earth to suffer.I am paralyzed, but why does it feel like I was created this way? Like my limbs will forever remain this way, where I'll be unable to move and flex them. The pain is so u
Kristen's POV "You stare at me too much. Were we involved in any sort of platonic relationship?" I question the guy with dark-brown hair. He looks handsome and looks a year or two older than me.And he just scoffs at my question, with his eyes still fixated on me.While I let my mouth part as I blow out low breaths, wondering why he's refused to speak since he came here.I cannot even recognize him, but it seems he knows me already. His eyes are already giving him out.Right now, I can't tell what time it is, but it seems like I woke up several hours later after I had an injection pumped into my wrist. Because it's evening already.Janette is having a discussion right now with Dr. Seth. It's obvious they're hiding something away from me, that's why they're talking in hushed tones. But I could hear 'Alpha insists he shouldn't be made known to his mate just yet'. And it confused me.I am still in pain. The pain hasn't even subsided a bit, but I am learning to cope with it. The injectio
Kristen's POV I'm still the way I am. With no clue of who I was before, or what even happened that had me in this position. This big room where I am feels like depression itself, even though I'm paralyzed and I cannot go out all by myself. The pain I'm suffering from is so unbearable that I am starting to wonder if people with broken limbs suffer this much, or if it's just me alone. But the good thing is that I am beginning to feel my limbs, they aren't numb anymore even though everything still hurts as hell.It feels horrible that I can't stand or walk by myself, just like the way everyone does, because I am paralyzed.Doctor Seth comes to change my bandages most times, and despite the fact that I have told him countless times that the cast on my neck is sustaining more pain, he has refused to take it off.So I stay in bed although Ben brings in liquid food for me to eat. And carries me into the toilet so I can urinate or take care of business.Ben, the guy seems very caring. Howev
Kristen’s POVIn the midst of the Alpha gathering, as discussions about the Moon's Veil unfold (A disease afflicting werewolves across different packs, causing loss of control during transformation and weakening their abilities), I catch sight of Ben Gregory for the first time in ages. His presence is a reminder of the Game of Alphas, where he betrayed Calhoun, leading to a dangerous confrontation with sharks.As Ben's phone rings, he excuses himself from the Alphas' table. Curiosity piqued, I notice Calhoun rising from his seat and following Ben. Intrigued and sensing tension, I decide to trail after them, wondering about Calhoun's intentions.My suspicions prove right when I witness Calhoun cornering Ben, pinning him against a wall. The boy struggles, attempting to free himself from Calhoun's formidable grip, but Calhoun's strength is overpowering. His eyes glow with a fierce red intensity, reflecting the lingering grudge from their past encounter."You thought you could get away wi
Kristen’s POV"It's a girl," the midwife announces, pulling the child out of me, leaving me exhausted and perspiring, helpless on the bed. All the pains wear out from me once the woman places the crying child in my arms.Baby number two.I smile through my tears as I kiss the child.Shortly after, Calhoun and Nana Joyce enter the room to take a look at our newborn.Calhoun, his eyes filled with warmth, approaches me and the baby. "She's beautiful, just like her mother," he says, his voice filled with affection. Nana Joyce stands beside us, a smile playing on her lips."Our little girl," I murmur, my eyes shining with a mix of exhaustion and joy as I look at Calhoun.He gently takes the baby into his arms, cradling her with utmost care. "Hello, my princess," he coos, his deep voice soothing the newborn. "You've got the best mom in the world right here."Nana Joyce, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness, adds, "She's a blessing, Kristen. A beautiful blessing."Calhoun looks down at
With Calhoun back, the pack feels more alive. People are taking their duties seriously, and we've resumed the search for Bruce's murderer. But Calhoun is different now, just half the size he used to be. His clothes hang loose, showing the toll of the curse.Despite his changed appearance, Calhoun doesn't bother with new clothes. He dives into managing the pack, tirelessly addressing the chaos that unfolded during his three-month absence. A man on a mission, determined to make things right.In the middle of all this, our one-year-old son, Aiden, doesn't recognize his father anymore. Calhoun's presence, comforting to me, confuses Aiden.Trying to help Aiden understand, I say, "Look, Aiden, it's Daddy. He's been away for a while, but he's back now."Calhoun, bending down, extends his arms to Aiden. But our son hesitates, eyeing him with curiosity and uncertainty. Calhoun smiles warmly, coaxing, "Hey there, little buddy. It's me, Daddy."Aiden ignores him and runs into the arms of his nan
Calhoun's POVBefore Kristen can lose her balance and fall off, I'm already at her side, steadying her to her feet. Her eyes flutter, revealing her impending faint, and her breaths come out sharply, her mouth parting."Kristen..." I tap her cheek repeatedly, but she's already lost consciousness. Cursing under my breath, I gather her in my arms, carrying her in a bridal style.As I raise my head to look around, everyone stiffens. The shock in their eyes mirrors the astonishment I expected. It's been a week since they last saw me, a week of torment for Kristen and the pack.Gregory, with eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, stammers, "Is that really Calhoun?"I shake my head at them, my gaze hardening as I respond, "Yes, it's me. I heard everything. Trying to replace me and marry off my pregnant wife, calling me a dead man."The elders, attempting to explain, are met with my stern silence. Raising my hand, the room falls into an immediate hush. I take a moment to look at Kristen, m
Kristen’s POVA full week passes, and I find myself paralyzed by emotions and fear, reluctant to face the possibility of witnessing Calhoun's last breath. The elders, sensing the weight of the situation, gather all pack members and call for my attention. Reluctantly, I make my way to the gathering, where they confront me in front of the entire pack."We've consulted the pack doctors, Kristen. Calhoun has only a few days left," Elder Festus declares, his tone somber.The weight of their words hangs heavily in the air as the elders present an ultimatum. I must either step down as Luna of the Greyhound pack or marry Gregory, the chosen successor to the Alpha throne.Disagreeing swiftly, I say, "Calhoun will not die. I won't entertain such decisions."The elders, resolute in their stance, continue pressing me. Gregory, a mix of sympathy and determination on his face, steps forward and implores me to consider the proposal. But I know it’s all a facade. He’s not truly who he claims to b
Kristen’s POVWhere is Alpha Calhoun?The question keeps popping up and spreading within the pack.Until I decide I’ve had enough, and so I called for a meeting with the council of elders."He's sick, okay!" I burst out, my patience exhausted, tears welling up in my eyes."What do you mean, Kristen?" Elder Festus inquires, concern etched across his face.Taking a deep breath, I begin the painful revelation. "It's a curse. Calhoun is bedridden, reduced to a skeleton. We've been trying to find a way to break it, but it's relentless."Gregory, the ever present pain in the assinterjects, "A curse? Are you serious? This sounds like nonsense.""It's the truth," I retort, frustration evident in my voice. "I've been trying to handle things, but it's not easy. The pack needs to know what we're dealing with."Expressions of shock and disbelief rises through the council of elders. Gregory scoffs, "A cursed Alpha? You expect us to believe that?"Elder Adolphus, usually calm, leans forward, "Kris
Kristen’s POVThe following day, the council of elders, along with some men in our pack, call for a meeting.“We’ve noticed something strange going on,” Elder Festus begins, his eyes narrowing.“Yes, what is it?” I ask, feigning innocence, my gaze locked on him.“Our Alpha has been absent for three months, and it’s you who has been handling things,” Elder Adolphus states, his expression stern.“He’s on a long business trip, but he’ll return soon,” I lie, maintaining a straight face and gesturing confidence with a slight nod.“Bullshit, that’s what you keep telling us all the time!” Gregory interjects, a young man holding a high position in our pack.I meet his gaze squarely, a controlled defiance in my eyes. “Do not raise your voice at me,” I say quietly, my tone firm.“Something is happening right under our nose, and you’re keeping it away from us,” he adds, fuming, his eyes searching mine for any signs of deception.“There’s nothing going on, it’s all your overthinking doing a great
Kristen’s POVWeeks keep passing, and I'm stuck in a routine, caring for Calhoun, who stays still on the bed. When the pack asks, I lie, saying he's away for business, hiding the dark truth. The lies get heavier every day.The useless ritual hangs over me like a dark cloud. Daily, I tend to Calhoun, silently begging the moon goddess for help. I'm scared. Will Calhoun end up like his grandfather? It's a scary thought, following me in everything I do.Taking care of him becomes a routine, a desperate act of love against an unyielding curse. I change his clothes carefully, trying to bring a bit of normalcy to his unmoving body. He can only have liquid food, his mouth unable to move, only responding with blinks and closed eyes.As the Greyhound pack's Luna, I live a double life. Outside, I pretend to enjoy parties, hiding the hard truth at home. The pack doesn't know about our tragedy.Three months pass, no progress, and questions about Calhoun grow. The lies get tougher.One day, cleanin
I return home, my heart hurting for my husband. The house feels empty in his absence and the silence makes the pain worse.Bruce, Calhoun’s beta and best friend, is gone. He was Calhoun's right-hand man, and his death took away a possible solution. Sapphire, who is still mourning Bruce, now holds bitterness towards me. Because she thinks I have it all. Except we’re almost in the same position now.Maddy, busy with her own life, stays distant amid the chaos. It’s been one problem after the other, so I don’t blame her at all.I can’t face Aiden at this point, so I let his Nanny, Cynthia take care of him, while I ponder deeply on how to help my husband break the curse.Inside, my turmoil rages. Bruce's death left a hole in my support system. Bruce’s absence makes me feel more alone. Because together we could have find a way to help Calhoun.Thoughts of my own family haunts me. My father got murdered by my own mother, else. Else I could have confined in him.And my mother is just out of