KAREN’S POVThe world swayed beneath me as I stumbled toward the pack house, each step a battle against the firestorm raging inside my veins. My legs trembled—weak, unsteady—as if my bones had turned to liquid.The cold night air should have soothed me, but it only made the heat under my skin burn fiercer, sharper. Every breath came in shallow gasps, my lungs too tight, too raw. My clothes clung to me, damp with sweat, the fabric chafing against my overheated skin. The weight of my own body was too much. Just a little farther.I slipped through the side entrance, praying to the Moon Goddess that no one would see me like this—weak, unraveling, barely holding myself together. I couldn’t face Jackson. Not now. Not when my body ached with need, when my thoughts were thick with the fog of my heat. The memory of his scent—warm cedar and wild earth—flashed through my mind, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.No. Not him. Not yet.I dragged myself toward my doorstep, my fingers scrap
JACKSON’S POVShe ran. Again.Every damn time I reached for her, she flinched away like my touch burned. But this—this was worse. The scent of her heat clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around my lungs like a noose.She should have been trembling for me, begging for me. Instead, she was running. And then she had the nerve to throw his name in my face.Alex.The name slithered through my skull, venomous. Who the hell was he? Some past lover? A mate? The thought sent a violent pulse of heat through my veins. My claws dug into my palms, the sharp sting doing nothing to dull the fire in my chest.Too many questions. No answers.A snarl ripped from my throat as I kicked a rotted log, splintering it into jagged pieces. The frustration was a living thing inside me, gnawing at my ribs, demanding release. Karen was the only one who could give me the truth—but she was too busy running.Yet, even through the fury, instinct roared louder. She was vulnerable. Exposed.An unmated s
KAREN’S POVThe days after Jackson’s ultimatum blurred together—a haze of restless nights, clenched fists, and the suffocating weight of unspoken words. I kept to myself, locked away in my room like a wounded animal, licking invisible wounds.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Jackson. The way his jaw had tightened when I hesitated, the coldness in his gaze when he walked away.And then there was her. That doe-eyed Sarah.She crawled into every space I wasn’t, her laughter too bright, her touches too lingering. I’d catch glimpses of them—her fingers brushing his arm, her lips curving into a smirk when she noticed me watching. She wasn’t just flirting. She was staking a claim.And the worst part? Jackson let her. Maybe to punish me. Maybe because he was done waiting. Either way, it burned.I told myself I didn’t care. That this aching in my chest wasn’t jealousy, wasn’t hurt—just frustration. But the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.I hadn’t spoken to him in two days. Two days of s
LAILA’S POVThe air shifts when Karen enters the room.It’s subtle—a quiet disturbance, like the hush before a storm. She moves differently now, shoulders hunched, eyes darting but never landing. That fire she used to carry, the one that made her stand tall even when the world tried to break her? Gone. Snuffed out.And Jackson? God, my brother is worse.He’s always been steady—unshakable, like stone. But now? Now, he’s snapping at people for no reason, pacing around like he’s ready to explode. He used to be calm, in control. Now? He’s restless. Unsettled. And I know it’s because of her.I don’t know what’s going on between them, but I know something is. You don’t look at someone the way my brother looks at Karen unless you really care. And whatever’s happening now, it’s hurting him.The night I found Karen outside, stumbling and barely able to stand, I didn’t ask questions. I just got her inside, helped her to bed, gave her some water. She looked… broken. And that scared me more than
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
KAREN’S POV"I reject you, Omega."My breath stuttered at that single, brutal sentence. My chest burned, my heartbeat a frantic drum against my ribs. But I refused to flinch. Refused to let him see how his voice cracked something deep inside me.Alex Scott, future Alpha of the Blue Cross Pack, stood before me, his blue eyes cold, his mouth twisted in disgust. Just two days ago, those same lips had whispered sweet promises, his hands gentle against my skin. Back when he thought I was someone important.Back before he knew the truth of who I really was."I, future Alpha Alex Grayson Scott, hereby reject you, Karen Lukeman, a weak and lowly Omega, as my future Luna."His voice was cold and dispassionate, each word a dagger driving the rejection deeper into my already broken heart. The pack watched in silence, their stares like knives against my skin. Some pitied me. Most enjoyed this. Omegas didn’t get happy endings. We weren’t meant to rise. We were meant to be broken and tossed aside l
JACKSON’S POVI stood beside Liam and Laila, my muscles tense, my wolf restless beneath my surface. Sarah hovered near Laila, her usual quiet presence barely registering in my mind.The car’s headlights cut through the dusk, tires crunching over gravel as it rolled to a stop in front of us. Liam let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples like he’d rather be anywhere else."Let’s get this over with so I can go back inside and rest," he muttered, voice rough with exhaustion.Laila, on the other hand, practically vibrated with excitement, her fingers twisting together. "Oh, come on, Liam! This is exciting! A new healer—maybe she’ll finally get you to stop complaining about your headaches."I barely heard them. My entire focus was locked onto the car door as it swung open. And then—her.Not the elderly, seasoned healer I’d expected. No. A girl—no, a woman—stepped out, her wild red hair catching the fading light like fire. She was dressed in all black, her fitted jacket hugging her frame, h
LAILA’S POVThe air shifts when Karen enters the room.It’s subtle—a quiet disturbance, like the hush before a storm. She moves differently now, shoulders hunched, eyes darting but never landing. That fire she used to carry, the one that made her stand tall even when the world tried to break her? Gone. Snuffed out.And Jackson? God, my brother is worse.He’s always been steady—unshakable, like stone. But now? Now, he’s snapping at people for no reason, pacing around like he’s ready to explode. He used to be calm, in control. Now? He’s restless. Unsettled. And I know it’s because of her.I don’t know what’s going on between them, but I know something is. You don’t look at someone the way my brother looks at Karen unless you really care. And whatever’s happening now, it’s hurting him.The night I found Karen outside, stumbling and barely able to stand, I didn’t ask questions. I just got her inside, helped her to bed, gave her some water. She looked… broken. And that scared me more than
KAREN’S POVThe days after Jackson’s ultimatum blurred together—a haze of restless nights, clenched fists, and the suffocating weight of unspoken words. I kept to myself, locked away in my room like a wounded animal, licking invisible wounds.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Jackson. The way his jaw had tightened when I hesitated, the coldness in his gaze when he walked away.And then there was her. That doe-eyed Sarah.She crawled into every space I wasn’t, her laughter too bright, her touches too lingering. I’d catch glimpses of them—her fingers brushing his arm, her lips curving into a smirk when she noticed me watching. She wasn’t just flirting. She was staking a claim.And the worst part? Jackson let her. Maybe to punish me. Maybe because he was done waiting. Either way, it burned.I told myself I didn’t care. That this aching in my chest wasn’t jealousy, wasn’t hurt—just frustration. But the lie tasted bitter on my tongue.I hadn’t spoken to him in two days. Two days of s
JACKSON’S POVShe ran. Again.Every damn time I reached for her, she flinched away like my touch burned. But this—this was worse. The scent of her heat clung to the air, thick and intoxicating, wrapping around my lungs like a noose.She should have been trembling for me, begging for me. Instead, she was running. And then she had the nerve to throw his name in my face.Alex.The name slithered through my skull, venomous. Who the hell was he? Some past lover? A mate? The thought sent a violent pulse of heat through my veins. My claws dug into my palms, the sharp sting doing nothing to dull the fire in my chest.Too many questions. No answers.A snarl ripped from my throat as I kicked a rotted log, splintering it into jagged pieces. The frustration was a living thing inside me, gnawing at my ribs, demanding release. Karen was the only one who could give me the truth—but she was too busy running.Yet, even through the fury, instinct roared louder. She was vulnerable. Exposed.An unmated s
KAREN’S POVThe world swayed beneath me as I stumbled toward the pack house, each step a battle against the firestorm raging inside my veins. My legs trembled—weak, unsteady—as if my bones had turned to liquid.The cold night air should have soothed me, but it only made the heat under my skin burn fiercer, sharper. Every breath came in shallow gasps, my lungs too tight, too raw. My clothes clung to me, damp with sweat, the fabric chafing against my overheated skin. The weight of my own body was too much. Just a little farther.I slipped through the side entrance, praying to the Moon Goddess that no one would see me like this—weak, unraveling, barely holding myself together. I couldn’t face Jackson. Not now. Not when my body ached with need, when my thoughts were thick with the fog of my heat. The memory of his scent—warm cedar and wild earth—flashed through my mind, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.No. Not him. Not yet.I dragged myself toward my doorstep, my fingers scrap
KAREN’S POVI was still battling with my feelings when the first wave of my heat crashed into me like a wildfire—sudden and all-consuming. My skin burned, feverish and slick with sweat, every nerve ending alive with a desperate, aching need.My muscles trembled—not from exhaustion, but from the sheer effort of not collapsing, not giving in. No. Not now. Not like this. My nails dug into my palms, the sharp sting of pain a fleeting distraction from the storm inside me. But my wolf was already pacing beneath my skin, restless, wild, her instincts clawing at my control like a caged beast.And Jackson—oh gods, Jackson—was the last person I could face in this state.Yet fate had a cruel sense of humor. That same evening, his parents had invited me to dinner—a gesture of gratitude for healing their sick pack members. The irony was almost laughable. Here I was, barely holding myself together, expected to sit through a meal as if my body wasn’t screaming for release, as if my blood wasn’t molt
KAREN’S POVThe scream tore from my throat before I even realized I was awake.My fingers twisted in the sheets, damp with sweat, my lungs heaving like I’d been running for miles. The dream—his face, his touch—still burned behind my eyelids, seared into me like a brand.Alex.His name slithered through my mind, unwanted, aching.I could still feel him—his breath hot against my lips, his fingers tracing my jaw with a tenderness that made my stomach knot. The dream had been too real.The lake, the moonlight, the way his voice had dropped to a rough whisper—"Karen." Just my name. And for one horrifying second, I had leaned into it. Into him.I gagged, scrambling upright, my skin crawling.No. No, no, no.The room spun. My heartbeat was a wild, erratic drum against my ribs, so loud I could hear it in my skull. I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, as if I could physically claw the feeling out.What the hell is wrong with me?The floor was icy under my bare feet, but it didn’t help. The
JACKSON’S POVI’d been watching her. Not in the way a hunter tracks prey—no, this was softer, quieter. Like the way a mother watches her newborn infant sleeping in their crib.Karen had been the light in this place. The cure had worked, and with it, hope had seeped back into the pack. But now? Now, something was wrong. Not with the people—with her.At first, it was just flickers. A smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, like she was painting it on for show. The way her fingers would pause mid-motion, hovering over a patient’s chart as if she’d forgotten what she was doing. The way she’d stare at nothing, lips slightly parted, like she was listening to a voice only she could hear.And then, today, I saw it—clear as day.She flinched when I touched her arm. She barely looked me in the eye. That warmth I was starting to count on, the way she relaxed around me—it was gone.“Karen,” I said, catching her just outside the clinic door. “Are you okay?”She stiffened, not meeting my gaze. “I’m
KAREN’S POVThe world had finally stilled.After hours of handing out the cure—watching the tension drain from people’s faces, hearing their shaky breaths of relief—I slumped into my chair, my body heavy with exhaustion. The weight of the last few weeks pressed down on me, but for the first time, it wasn’t suffocating. It was done. I had done it.And then—I felt Jackson’s arms around me. The warmth of his chest against my cheek, his fingers gripping my back like I might dissolve if he loosened his hold even slightly. His breath had been uneven, his voice rough when he murmured, You did it. You actually did it.Even though he’d already left a while ago, I could still feel the warmth of Jackson’s hug from earlier. The way he’d pulled me in like he was scared to let go. My heart sped up just remembering how close we were, how safe I’d felt in that moment.But then… something shifted within me.At first, it was just a faint pull in my chest. Barely there. Like something—or someone—tugging
ALEX’S POVI sat at the dining table, forcing down bites of food that tasted like ash in my mouth. Across from me, Noah—my perfect little brother—chewed slowly, his expression unreadable. My Beta, Logan, kept his eyes on his plate, wisely staying out of the storm brewing inside me.Then he walked in.Alpha Grayson. My father.The air turned sour, heavy with unspoken expectations, with disappointment already carved into the lines of his face as he glared at me. He didn’t sit. He claimed his place at the head of the table like a king surveying lesser subjects.Welcome, father, I managed, echoing the others.His cold eyes locked onto me. "What’s the progress on finding that omega girl, Karen?" His voice sharpened. "It’s been weeks, Alex. I expected results by now."I swallowed, my throat tight. Here we go again."I’ve made progress, Father," I said, steady. "The witches are helping. It’s only a matter of time before Karen is back where she belongs."For a second—just a second—I let mysel