JACKSON’S POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I couldn’t move. My fingers stayed locked around the handle, the cold metal biting into my palm as if grounding me to this moment—to her.Karen.The memory of her hit me like a punch to the gut. The way her breath had stuttered when my fingers brushed her wrist. The flush staining her cheeks, pink as dawn, betraying what her stubborn lips refused to say. And those eyes—wide, wary, flickering between defiance and something softer. Something afraid.Mate. My wolf surged against my ribs, claws scraping bone. Ours.I gritted my teeth. “I know.”I’d known from the first second I caught her scent—wildflowers tangled with something sweet and sharp and achingly familiar. My body had recognized her before my mind could catch up, every muscle locking tight like she was the only thing worth holding onto in this world.But she didn’t want to be held.I’d seen it in the way she stiffened when I stepped too close, the way her fingers curled into fi
KAREN’S POVThe past few days had blurred together in a haze of restless energy. Work had become my refuge, my only distraction—anything to keep my mind from circling back to him. Jackson Bonnet. His name echoed in my thoughts like a song stuck on replay, lingering no matter how hard I tried to shake it.I buried myself in research, healing routines, cataloging herbs—anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. But even the sharp scent of medicinal plants couldn’t drown out the memory of his presence. The way his voice curled around my name. The way his gaze burned into me, like he could see past every wall I’d ever built.And yet… he hadn’t come. Not once did he stop by to see me. The only visitor had been his father, Alpha Xavier—a man whose kindness was as steady as his presence. He’d stop by, offer help, ask if I needed anything. His warmth was like a blanket, unlike the son who haunted my thoughts.Was Jackson like him? The question gnawed at me.The less I saw of Jackson,
KAREN’S POVLiam, Jackson’s brother, was seated in the last row in the hall. He grinned as I slid into the seat beside him. “You eat here too?”I nodded, poking at my food. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”He chuckled. “Everyone eats here sometimes. The food’s good, right?”I took a bite, savoring the rich flavors. “Yeah. Really good.”Liam watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. But my attention snagged over his shoulder, scanning the room.Looking for someone.Disappointment curled in my gut when I didn’t find him.Stupid.Jackson was finally giving me what I wanted—distance. So why did it hurt so much?After breakfast was over, I felt reenergized enough to start my day. Liam and I parted ways shortly—he was heading to the training ground to meet with his brother. My stomach was full, but my mind was restless.Instead of heading straight to my office as I’d initially intended, I found myself drifting toward the kitchen, a place I rarely visited. The cook, a stout woman with flour
Karen’s POVI nodded slowly, unsure I could even speak yet. The lump in my throat was thick, but I forced the words out when we returned to my office. “Thank you… for defending me. But are you not going to ask me if I poisoned the food in the kitchen or not?”Jackson leaned casually into my space, his eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t need to ask to know you didn’t harm anyone, Karen. But I’m going to need your help getting to the bottom of this mess.”His faith in me was staggering. Humbling, even—and it took everything within me not to give in to my wolf’s giddy request and wrap my arms around his neck in a hug. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked up into his charming blue eyes.“I’ll try my best,” I told him, and he nodded.“We’ll help however we can,” Laila said immediately, stepping forward. “Right, Liam?”Liam grinned. “Of course.”I blinked, overwhelmed by their support. Thank you. I need to examine one of the victims to understand what’s going on.Jackson and Liam exchanged a l
JACKSON’S POVThe angry words of those pack members still burned in my ears—ugly, poisonous accusations spat at Karen as if she were some kind of traitor. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.I still couldn’t believe the garbage accusations. Some even demanded I send her away. Seriously? I didn’t know where the hell they’d gotten that stupid idea, but I wasn’t about to let them drag my mate’s name through the mud. Not while I was Alpha. And certainly not while I was still breathing.She walked quietly beside me now, her boots crunching softly against the leaves as we made our way through the pack grounds. The moonlight filtering through the buildings caught in her hair, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.She hadn’t said much since we left to get the water sample, but I could feel the weight pressing down on her. It pissed me off—seeing her carry it alone.“She’s innocent,” I muttered under my breath. “And I’m going to prove it.”
JACKSON’S POVThe night air was cold against my skin as I walked back from Karen’s quarters, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I lingered just a second longer outside her door, listening—making sure the lock clicked, making sure she was safe—before I turned and forced my feet to keep moving.The scent of beetroot and herbs clung to the wind, but beneath it, I could still smell her—floral and something sweet, like vanilla.She’s exhausted back there, but she kept pushing forward. The thought twisted in my chest. She was working herself raw trying to figure out this sickness, and I could do nothing but watch, helpless.When I finally stepped into the pack house, warmth wrapped around me like an embrace. The dining hall was alive with the rich, savory aroma of our mother cooking.I slipped up to my room, quickly showered, and changed into something fresh before heading back down to find the rest already seated. We all sat around the long dining table, plates full, the
XAVIER’S POVTwenty years.That’s how long it had been since I last saw my brother’s face. Twenty years ago, my brother Silas was banished.Our father, the Alpha King at the time, had no choice but to enforce the laws of our pack. Silas had committed a crime—one so severe that exile was the only punishment. The laws were clear: those who betrayed the pack, those who violated the sacred rules, had to be cast out. And Silas, my brother, had crossed a line that couldn’t be undone.His exile was meant to last twenty years, a punishment for his actions, and no one had heard from him since.I still remember the day he left. "You know the laws, Silas," Father had growled, his voice like gravel, heavy with the weight of duty. "You betrayed your own blood."It wasn’t the angry shouting, the curses from our father, or even the tear-filled eyes of our mother. It was the look on Silas’s face—a mix of defiance and regret.He knew he had messed up, but he also knew the laws. I saw him turn and walk
JACKSON’S POVThe weight of leadership wasn’t just heavy—it was suffocating.It had been three years since my father, Alpha Xavier, stepped down and handed over the reins to me. I was only fifteen then, barely old enough to tie my shoes, let alone lead the Shadow Moon Pack. But life didn’t care about age, and neither did the pack.I’d learned quickly, but that didn’t mean it was easy. I still had so much to prove. I couldn’t afford to mess up, not with the pack’s survival on my shoulders. I had to be serious, dedicated—no room for childish mistakes. If I failed, the whole pack would feel it. That pressure was constant, a weight that never lifted.Today was no different. I sat at my desk, the paperwork piled in front of me like a mountain I had to climb. Every sheet, every document, carried weight. The pack’s future, its well-being, depended on the decisions I made.As I scanned through yet another pile of papers, a vibration in my pocket broke my concentration. I pulled out my phone a
JACKSON’S POVThe night air was cold against my skin as I walked back from Karen’s quarters, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. I lingered just a second longer outside her door, listening—making sure the lock clicked, making sure she was safe—before I turned and forced my feet to keep moving.The scent of beetroot and herbs clung to the wind, but beneath it, I could still smell her—floral and something sweet, like vanilla.She’s exhausted back there, but she kept pushing forward. The thought twisted in my chest. She was working herself raw trying to figure out this sickness, and I could do nothing but watch, helpless.When I finally stepped into the pack house, warmth wrapped around me like an embrace. The dining hall was alive with the rich, savory aroma of our mother cooking.I slipped up to my room, quickly showered, and changed into something fresh before heading back down to find the rest already seated. We all sat around the long dining table, plates full, the
JACKSON’S POVThe angry words of those pack members still burned in my ears—ugly, poisonous accusations spat at Karen as if she were some kind of traitor. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms.I still couldn’t believe the garbage accusations. Some even demanded I send her away. Seriously? I didn’t know where the hell they’d gotten that stupid idea, but I wasn’t about to let them drag my mate’s name through the mud. Not while I was Alpha. And certainly not while I was still breathing.She walked quietly beside me now, her boots crunching softly against the leaves as we made our way through the pack grounds. The moonlight filtering through the buildings caught in her hair, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.She hadn’t said much since we left to get the water sample, but I could feel the weight pressing down on her. It pissed me off—seeing her carry it alone.“She’s innocent,” I muttered under my breath. “And I’m going to prove it.”
Karen’s POVI nodded slowly, unsure I could even speak yet. The lump in my throat was thick, but I forced the words out when we returned to my office. “Thank you… for defending me. But are you not going to ask me if I poisoned the food in the kitchen or not?”Jackson leaned casually into my space, his eyes not leaving mine. “I don’t need to ask to know you didn’t harm anyone, Karen. But I’m going to need your help getting to the bottom of this mess.”His faith in me was staggering. Humbling, even—and it took everything within me not to give in to my wolf’s giddy request and wrap my arms around his neck in a hug. Instead, I swallowed hard and looked up into his charming blue eyes.“I’ll try my best,” I told him, and he nodded.“We’ll help however we can,” Laila said immediately, stepping forward. “Right, Liam?”Liam grinned. “Of course.”I blinked, overwhelmed by their support. Thank you. I need to examine one of the victims to understand what’s going on.Jackson and Liam exchanged a l
KAREN’S POVLiam, Jackson’s brother, was seated in the last row in the hall. He grinned as I slid into the seat beside him. “You eat here too?”I nodded, poking at my food. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”He chuckled. “Everyone eats here sometimes. The food’s good, right?”I took a bite, savoring the rich flavors. “Yeah. Really good.”Liam watched me, amusement dancing in his eyes. But my attention snagged over his shoulder, scanning the room.Looking for someone.Disappointment curled in my gut when I didn’t find him.Stupid.Jackson was finally giving me what I wanted—distance. So why did it hurt so much?After breakfast was over, I felt reenergized enough to start my day. Liam and I parted ways shortly—he was heading to the training ground to meet with his brother. My stomach was full, but my mind was restless.Instead of heading straight to my office as I’d initially intended, I found myself drifting toward the kitchen, a place I rarely visited. The cook, a stout woman with flour
KAREN’S POVThe past few days had blurred together in a haze of restless energy. Work had become my refuge, my only distraction—anything to keep my mind from circling back to him. Jackson Bonnet. His name echoed in my thoughts like a song stuck on replay, lingering no matter how hard I tried to shake it.I buried myself in research, healing routines, cataloging herbs—anything to keep my hands busy and my mind occupied. But even the sharp scent of medicinal plants couldn’t drown out the memory of his presence. The way his voice curled around my name. The way his gaze burned into me, like he could see past every wall I’d ever built.And yet… he hadn’t come. Not once did he stop by to see me. The only visitor had been his father, Alpha Xavier—a man whose kindness was as steady as his presence. He’d stop by, offer help, ask if I needed anything. His warmth was like a blanket, unlike the son who haunted my thoughts.Was Jackson like him? The question gnawed at me.The less I saw of Jackson,
JACKSON’S POVThe door clicked shut behind me, but I couldn’t move. My fingers stayed locked around the handle, the cold metal biting into my palm as if grounding me to this moment—to her.Karen.The memory of her hit me like a punch to the gut. The way her breath had stuttered when my fingers brushed her wrist. The flush staining her cheeks, pink as dawn, betraying what her stubborn lips refused to say. And those eyes—wide, wary, flickering between defiance and something softer. Something afraid.Mate. My wolf surged against my ribs, claws scraping bone. Ours.I gritted my teeth. “I know.”I’d known from the first second I caught her scent—wildflowers tangled with something sweet and sharp and achingly familiar. My body had recognized her before my mind could catch up, every muscle locking tight like she was the only thing worth holding onto in this world.But she didn’t want to be held.I’d seen it in the way she stiffened when I stepped too close, the way her fingers curled into fi
KAREN’S POVThe morning air in shadow moon pack was crisp, carrying the scent of dew and blooming flowers. I walked slowly, my fingers brushing against the tips of grass tendrils as I passed, grounding myself.The pack lands were alive with movement—warriors jogging in formation, children laughing near the communal firepit, the distant clang of steel from the training grounds. It was so different from Blue Cross. So… alive and organized.Then I saw her—Laila, Jackson’s younger sister, one half of the infamous twins. She spotted me before I could retreat into the corner, her face lighting up like I was someone worth smiling at."Morning, Karen!" She said, waving me over.There was an ease in her posture, an openness in her smile that caught me off guard. Back in Blue Cross, no one greeted omegas like this. No one even looked at us unless it was to bark an order."Good morning, Laila,” I replied, cautious but unable to resist the small tug at the corners of my lips."You settled in okay
ALEX’S POVI pushed myself up on shaking arms, my pulse roaring in my ears."What the hell is so special about some weak omega girl, Father?" I rasped. "You taught me—weakness is unacceptable. And she’s nothing but pathetic and weak."His eyes burned with something I’d never seen before—fury, yes, but beneath it… disappointment in me."That weak, pathetic girl—according to you—is not just an omega, you blind fool," he snarled. "She’s the last Lycan healer."Air escaped my lungs in a rush. Last Lycan healer?I thought that was a myth. A fucking legend. A power not seen in centuries. But it turned out she was right under my nose all along—and I had rejected her."...Fuck."The door slammed shut behind my father with a finality that echoed through the room, rattling my bones. My hands trembled—not from fear, but from the molten fury searing through my veins.I lashed out—my foot connected with the chair, sending it splintering against the wall. The crack of wood was satisfying, but not e
ALEX’S POVThe bedside lamp flickered weakly against the walls, its dim glow painting the room in shades of amber and gold. The air in my room was thick—heavy with the musk of sweat and arousal, the scent cloying and suffocating.The two female omegas knelt before me, their bare skin gleaming under the low light, their bodies trembling like leaves caught in a storm. Was it due to anticipation? Fear? It didn’t matter. Their purpose was as simple as it was degrading: absolute obedience, pleasure, disposal.My fingers drummed a slow, impatient rhythm against the carved headboard, the sound sharp in the silence. They kept their eyes downcast, lips parted in silent submission, their breaths shallow.How pathetic. Omegas were weak by design, fragile things meant to be used and discarded. And yet— Karen Lukeman. Her name slithered through my mind like poison.That night should have broken her. It should have left her a sobbing, shattered wreck at my feet, begging for mercy. But instead… inst