KAREN’S POVThe hard forest floor was cool beneath my bare skin, unlike the fire Jackson was stoking inside me. My breath hitched as he yanked his shirt over his head, muscles flexing with the motion, and tossed it aside without care.For a fleeting second, I drank in the sight of him—the hard planes of his abdomen, the powerful curve of his arms—before he was on me again, his body pressing me into the floor.His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, before trailing down my jaw, his teeth grazing my earlobe. A shiver tore through me, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I arched against him. Gods, his touch. Every brush of his skin against mine sent electric sparks dancing along my nerves, setting my blood ablaze.“Jackson—” His name spilled from my lips in a breathless moan as his mouth moved lower, sucking and nipping at my throat. My nails scraped down his back, earning a low growl from him that vibrated against my skin.His tongue flicked over his mark—my mark—and a sh
ALEX’S POVThe room felt like a prison—too small, too suffocating, the walls pressing in as I paced like a beast trapped in a cage. The wooden floor groaned under the weight of my boots, each creak a sharp echo of my fury. Outside, the sky was still a void of black, but dawn would bleed through soon. And still, no sign of Karen.Where the hell is she?My jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping until the pain shot through my scalp. She was supposed to be here. Mine. Under my control, away from him—that bastard who thought he could steal what belonged to me. Alpha King or not, he had no fucking right to be near what’s mine.I stopped mid-step when I heard it—footsteps. Familiar, hesitant, coming down the hall toward my door.Finally, I thought to myself, a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.The knock came, soft. Too soft. Like the bastard already knew he was about to deliver bad news."Enter," I growled.The door creaked open, and there he sto
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
KAREN’S POVMy hands trembled—clenching, unclenching—like the frantic beat of a trapped bird’s wings as I followed Jackson through the gravel path. The crisp night air carried the scent of roasted lamb and stew from the nearby homes, but all I could focus on was him.His broad shoulders, the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt with every deliberate step, the quiet, predatory dominance in his stride—it all made my skin prickle with awareness. Being near him was pure torture.Every breath I took was laced with his scent—sweet and wild, something that coiled low in my stomach and made my pulse stutter. The mate pull was a relentless ache in my chest, a whisper in my blood, urging me to close the distance between us. To submit. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.Dinner with his family had been unbearable. Sitting across from him, forcing polite smiles while his gaze burned into me like a brand. His parents had been kind—too kind. It unsettled me, made my instincts scream trap.Back in my ol
KAREN’S POVMy pulse pounded in my ears as the weight of what I had done settled in. Had I gone too far? Would he punish me for this? But if he thought I would cower like some meek omega, he was wrong."Do it," I dared, offering him my cheek, my voice trembling but fierce. "Punish me. But I won’t bow to you. I refuse to—"I was forced to swallow the rest of my words as his mouth crashed onto mine. The world spun. His lips were rough, demanding, stealing my breath, my thoughts, my anger.I pushed against him, but my hands fisted in his shirt instead, pulling him closer like my body had a will of its own. The bond roared between us, a wildfire I couldn’t control, consuming every scrap of resistance I had left.For one reckless, shameful moment, I kissed him back with everything I have got. Then reality crashed over me, cold and brutal. I tore away, chest heaving, lips tingling, my entire body trembling with the aftershocks.His smirk was infuriating, triumphant. "Hold that thought, swee
ALEX’S POVThe room felt like a prison—too small, too suffocating, the walls pressing in as I paced like a beast trapped in a cage. The wooden floor groaned under the weight of my boots, each creak a sharp echo of my fury. Outside, the sky was still a void of black, but dawn would bleed through soon. And still, no sign of Karen.Where the hell is she?My jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping until the pain shot through my scalp. She was supposed to be here. Mine. Under my control, away from him—that bastard who thought he could steal what belonged to me. Alpha King or not, he had no fucking right to be near what’s mine.I stopped mid-step when I heard it—footsteps. Familiar, hesitant, coming down the hall toward my door.Finally, I thought to myself, a smile pulling at the corner of my lips.The knock came, soft. Too soft. Like the bastard already knew he was about to deliver bad news."Enter," I growled.The door creaked open, and there he sto
KAREN’S POVThe hard forest floor was cool beneath my bare skin, unlike the fire Jackson was stoking inside me. My breath hitched as he yanked his shirt over his head, muscles flexing with the motion, and tossed it aside without care.For a fleeting second, I drank in the sight of him—the hard planes of his abdomen, the powerful curve of his arms—before he was on me again, his body pressing me into the floor.His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, before trailing down my jaw, his teeth grazing my earlobe. A shiver tore through me, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I arched against him. Gods, his touch. Every brush of his skin against mine sent electric sparks dancing along my nerves, setting my blood ablaze.“Jackson—” His name spilled from my lips in a breathless moan as his mouth moved lower, sucking and nipping at my throat. My nails scraped down his back, earning a low growl from him that vibrated against my skin.His tongue flicked over his mark—my mark—and a sh
KAREN’S POVThe request hit me like a wave, knocking the breath from my lungs. I knew, deep down, this was part of what would seal the bond between us—what would solidify us as mates, not just in the magic that had drawn us together, but in our hearts.I took a step closer to him, feeling the weight of his words and the heaviness of what I was about to do. His gaze was steady, unwavering, and I could sense his need, his own struggle with the pull between us.I reached for the collar of his shirt, fingers trembling slightly as I pulled it aside, exposing the skin of his neck. He closed his eyes, almost as if surrendering to the moment, to the connection we had both been fighting for.With a deep breath, I leaned in, my lips brushing over the spot where I knew his mark would go. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt the bond between us tug forward, the connection deepening in ways I hadn’t expected.I let my wolf surge forward, my mouth reshaping as teeth shifted into sharp fangs. Then
Karen’s POVBefore I could react, he pulled me into his chest, holding me tightly. For a brief moment, I wanted to resist, to fight him off, but in his arms, I felt safe. I felt the pull toward Alex warring with Jackson’s arms around me. All I could focus on was Jackson’s warmth, his breath against my skin, and the way his presence seemed to surround me, making everything else fade away.He lowered his head, and before I could protest, his lips crashed against mine. It wasn’t soft or gentle; it wasn’t a comforting kiss. It was fierce and desperate, as if he were trying to anchor me to him, to drag me away from whatever spell had been cast over me.I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen. My hands clung to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if I were the one giving in. His tongue swept over my lips, and I opened to him without thinking. The moment our mouths met fully, it was like a floodgate opened. All the pent-up feelings, confusion, and frustration poured out. It was
KAREN’S POVIt had been a few days since things had started to spiral out of control. Each day, it was getting harder to push away the overwhelming desire to give in. The pull toward Alex was so strong that I could feel it in my bones—a constant ache deep within me that no tonic, no distraction, seemed to ease.I had tried everything to fight it—keeping my distance from Jackson, burying myself in work, forcing myself to focus on anything that wasn’t the burning need to be with Alex. But it wasn’t enough. The spell, the magic—it was too strong. It was all-consuming.One night, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I slipped out of the pack house. The moonlight bathed the land in an ethereal glow as I walked away, each step pulling me closer to our meeting point. To Alex.I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed. But I couldn’t help it. The thought of being with him again… it was like a siren’s call, and I was powerless to resist.I grabbed my phone, hands trembling, and dialed the numbe
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