Once again, I found myself floating out of Zane’s room and through the hallway while my mind struggled to keep up and process what I had just been told. I was…a hybrid? A werewolf and a witch? The thought, at first, felt overwhelming, but now it felt like a sickening awakening to the reality that had been shoved down my throat ever since I was young. I was useless. Not only was my wolf extremely weak and sometimes nonexistent, but I also had zero magic even though I was a witch.I felt overwhelmed, confused, and a whole lot of emotions.However, just as I turned the corner and was about to head toward my room, a familiar voice stopped me in my tracks. “I see you’re still here,”Looking up, I found Callahan leaning against the wall, hands folded as he glared subtly in my direction. “I thought you were smart to take my offer and run.”I sighed, not the least bit in the mood of dealing with Zane’s uncle. “And I told you, I don’t want it.”Saying this, I attempted to walk past him,
~Zane’s POV:As soon as Cana exited my room, I sighed loudly. On the inside, my wolf repeated a certain mantra, proudly boasting about how he had warned me to speak up from the beginning. I knew he was right. I should have told Cana everything from the beginning. She had the right to know about her mother’s lineage, their deaths and so much more. But I also knew, Cana, being the fragile wolf she is, couldn’t bare all those truths all at once. She’d crumble, that was certain. So, telling her step by step while reading her for the next truth was the best, I knew. I was torn out of my as I heard my phone ring. I reached for it and frowned at the sight of Estella’s name. Out of everyone I wanted to speak to, she was at the bottom of my list. I didn’t like Estella, not in the slightest bit. Our engagement, one that has seemed to cause constant misunderstanding between Cana and me, was created solely for my pack. A few years back, when I was yet to become the Alpha of the De Luca Pac
~Cana’s POV:I was sure I hadn’t been asleep for more than thirty minutes, but to open my eyes and find Zane leaning over me, was enough to startle me.I yelped loudly and nearly fell off my chair, had he not caught me.“Careful,” He smiled, gently pulling me upright and staring me in the eyes.I was still a bit startled but nodded and thanked him.“I’m sorry for startling you, didn’t mean to.” He apologized, chuckling. Both the sound of his chuckles- rather melodic and addicting, might I tell you- and the sight of him chuckling could send heat shooting straight up my cheeks.I turned away, hoping he didn’t catch on, and then, remembered the position we were in.He was close, a bit too close.“It’s fine,” I muttered and eased out of his hold, gently. He frowned ever so slightly, but I ignored it, hoping that by this time, he would have gotten used to the fact that I was never going to accept another mate. Just the thought of that alone scared me. What if he turned out like Axel, or
~Cana’s POV:Water, I hate water.Ever since an accident during my younger years, I had come to fear being in the water.Yet, here I was, in the lake, and sinking deeper into its depths.The cold was enough to send shivers down my spine, but not only that, the thought that I didn’t know how deep the lake was, had me panicking.I didn’t even try to swim to the top because I knew I would have failed miserably.Instead, I did the one thing I could do best and called for help.“ZANE!”As loud as I could, I screamed out his name, hoping, no, praying, he could hear me.My lungs felt heavy, and I was close to giving up when a shadow appeared, and then, I was pulled upwards.I broke the surface of the water and was greeted with Zane’s panicked and worried expression as he pulled me closer. “Cana, Jesus, how did you end up in there?” He asked, sounding and looking worried.My teeth chattered, but I ignored them, choosing to focus on breathing properly.“I don’t know, one minute I was standing
~Zane’s POV:The mention of his name had my wolf growling, angrily. That bastard sure had some nerves showing his face here after everything he had done to Cana. And what was this, he wanted to see her? In his dreams! “Send him away,” I demanded, sure as hell that much like me, Cana didn’t want to see that bastard. But the moment she raised her hand, stopping Leah, I knew she had other plans.“No, let him in.” She said.I turned to face her, frowning at her choice of action. “Cana,” She turned to face me with a subtle smile the moment I called her name. “I know what I’m doing.”I shook my head. I would have loved to believe that, but something told me that Cana didn’t know when to draw the line with her old pack. She was attached to them…to Axel, even after everything that had been done to her.I wished she could open her eyes and see the realization in front of her. Orleans pack no longer mattered to her. Although she was denying it, soon, she’d accept the fact that we’re ma
~Cana’s POV:I felt sick. For two main reasons. The first one was the fact that I was stupid enough to entertain thoughts of going back to that wretched pack. I was fine here! Unlike there, Zane treated me fantastically here. Heck! The danger here was nothing compared to the malice those damn pack members had harbored for me for years. And those damn betas, I was sure the moment they were given a chance, they won’t hesitate to violate me. Now talk about those noisy Omegas, even if it’s just the position of a concubine, they’d harbor hatred for me, an emotion they won’t hesitate to act on if given permission, one that would happily be given by Ivy. The second reason was that Axel’s pheromone had suddenly smelt lighter…sweeter, almost as if he was trying to persuade me…or, better yet, seduce me. “You sick bastard,” I cursed out, glaring at him as I took a step back, distancing myself from the scent of his pheromones. Although I no longer had any desire for him, it was a normal co
~Ivy's POV:Axel was pissed when he returned that night. I could feel, see, and even smell it. When he stormed into the pack house disrupting the phone call I had been on, he looked like a madman right about ready to tear anything down anything that came into his path. What made him so mad? I wondered as I watched him for a few seconds, pacing the living room back and forth. I opened my mouth to question the sudden change in his mood, after all, he looked more than happy when he had left this morning, but one of the maids present beat me to it. “Alpha, is everything alright?”Axel shot her a glare that had me feeling glad that she was the one who had spoken first. Although I greatly doubted that Axel would have glared that way at me. He loved me far too much to do so. The maid, getting the memo, quickly bowed her head and scurried off, leaving Axel to continue his angered frenzy. Putting the phone away, I decided it was time to intervene and stood up. Approaching him, I release
~Cana’s POV:“How are you, Davis?” I asked as I, along with Talia and Zane, walked into the medical wing, heading towards the bed where the younger boy lay. He had been playing with some Lego toys, but the moment he heard his name, his head snapped up and his entire demeanor brightened. “Lady Cana!” He called out, happily. I smiled, relieved that the illness had not dampened his bright personality. I could tell Talia was feeling the same way because of how heavily she sighed. “Hey little one, how are you?” I asked. “Better,” He said and turned to Zane, waving his small hands in the air. “Hello, Alpha!”“Hey Champ, how are you holding up?”“I’m okay, Alpha. The nurse gave me food, and I’m getting better.”“That’s good to hear,” Zane smiled. “Keep getting better, okay? So you don’t worry your sister too much.”Talia’s eyes softened, and she smiled, mouthing a ‘Thank You.’I smiled at the interaction, before walking closer to Davis and running a hand through his hair.“What were yo
“Do you think he knows?”Zane sat in his office, his hands clasped together tightly on the desk as he listened to Mart’s incessant pacing. The tension in the room was palpable, the soft shuffle of Mart’s shoes across the floor punctuated only by his muttered thoughts. Cana and Mia sat nearby, exchanging glances, their expressions a mixture of concern and curiosity.Mart finally stopped, turning toward Zane with wide, panicked eyes. “Do you think he knows?”Zane leaned back in his chair, his gaze calm but calculating. “Knows what?”“This morning,” Mart began, his voice trembling, “the cops called me. Apart from Axel, there were 4 other buyers for your shares; today, They were asking questions about the four clients who…died. How the hell did all four of them just end up dead.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I am sure he’s behind it; do you think Axel figured it out? That I’m a fake? That I had something to do with it?”Zane’s expression darkened slightly, though he remained composed. “It
Cana crept through the front door, the soft creak of the hinges reverberating through the quiet house. She glanced at the clock: 12:03 AM. Everyone should be asleep by now, she thought, her footsteps light as she made her way to the stairs.“Where are you coming from?”The voice, sharp and unmistakable, stopped her in her tracks. She turned, her heart sinking when she saw Zane standing in the living room, his arms crossed, his eyes cold and piercing.“I went to see a friend,” she replied, her voice barely steady.“Don’t lie to me,” Zane said, stepping toward her. His tone was controlled, but there was an edge of fury in it that Cana had never heard before.Her pulse quickened. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and Zane could hear it too.“You never told me you were leaving,” he continued, his eyes narrowing. “And your heart is racing. Where. Were. You?”Cana had never seen this side of him before. Zane was always calm, gentle, and understanding. But this version of him—
The air was thick with tension as Cana reluctantly made her way to Axel’s private suite as usual. But tonight was different; she didn’t leave Zane's house by 3 am his time each step she took felt heavier than the last, and the weight of Axel’s control pressed down on her. The blackmail hung over her like a dark cloud, and though she despised being summoned, she had no choice but to comply.Axel had requested her presence to “celebrate,” but Cana knew better than to trust his motivations. She clutched the straps of her bag tightly, her mind racing with strategies to deflect his probing questions and maintain her composure.When she arrived, the door was slightly ajar. She knocked gently before stepping in.“Ah, Cana,” Axel’s voice was warm and inviting, but she could see the calculating glint in his eyes. He gestured toward a table laden with expensive wine and delicacies. “Join me. Tonight, we celebrate new beginnings.”Cana forced a small smile and moved cautiously to take a seat acr
Zane sat alone on the edge of the master bed, his eyes fixed on the glow of the bedside lamp. The shadows danced on the walls as his thoughts went back to Axel. Every time he tried to bury the past, every time he tried to forget, the memory of Axel attacking Cana while he was at the diner was still fresh in his mind; well, at least, that was what he believed from Cana. That moment had made his hatred wor and cemented his plan to destroy Axel piece by piece.But patience was key. The shares he secretly held were more than just a financial asset; they were leverage. Selling them now would give him the funds he needed to launch his next move without exposing himself. Axel had no idea who the real shareholder was, and Zane intended to keep it that way.A sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.“Come in,” Zane called out, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside.Mart stepped in, his face a mix of weariness and curiosity. He had been running errands for Zane all day and had th
Axel’s POVThe dim light of the early morning entered through the curtains as I laid back against the plush pillows, my eyes fixed on Cana. She moved quietly around the room, gathering her things, avoiding even the slightest glance in my direction. I could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence, and I couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of how conflicted she must feel.“Enjoyed yourself tonight?” I asked, my tone dripping with mockery.Her shoulders stiffened at the sound of my voice, but she didn’t bother to turn around. She continued dressing as if I wasn’t even there.“Don’t contact me ever again,” she muttered coldly, picking up her belongings and heading toward the door.I chuckled softly as I propped myself up on one elbow, watching her walk away.“I’ve told you this so many times; your words don’t match what you showed me tonight, Cana,” I said, more to myself than to her.She slammed the door behind her without another word, leaving me alone in the luxurious pentho
Lionel leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the polished surface of the conference table. The quiet hum of the room was broken only by the occasional rustle of paper from Larz and Akam, his two closest allies. Both sat opposite him, their postures tense and their eyes expectant. Lionel exhaled slowly.“That’s the plan for now,” Lionel said, his voice low but filled with determination.Larz, the larger of the two, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “So we just wait? Until she’s... pregnant?”Lionel’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Unfortunately, yes. That’s Axel’s focus right now.”Akam shook his head, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table. “And what about Zane? We all know Axel doesn’t care about him. He’s leaving him to rot, but Zane’s still a problem—for you”Lionel’s smirk widened. “Zane is no longer a problem. He’s a pawn. Broken, desperate, clinging to what little he has left. Axel may not care, but I do. Zane’s pack will be mine soon enough.”Larz raised an eyeb
The sunlight passed through the hospital room windows, casting a soft glow on the e walls. Cana sat on the edge of her bed, the hospital sheets tangled at her feet. She was fully healed, her supernatural abilities healing the wounds overnight. Yet, the bruises on her soul felt raw and unrelenting.Zane’s voice drifted from the hallway as he spoke to the doctor. She strained to catch their conversation, hoping to discern whether her story from the night before had been convincing.“She’s recovering well,” the doctor said. There was a pause, and Cana’s heart raced as if it sensed trouble.“What concerns me,” the doctor continued, “is that her injuries... they appear to be self-inflicted. The cuts, the angles—it’s highly unusual. You may want to speak with her about—”“That’s enough,” Zane interrupted sharply.Cana’s stomach twisted. She couldn’t see his face, but his tone betrayed his unease.Moments later, Zane entered the room, his expression guarded. “Ready to go home?” he asked, his
Zane’s absence was already gnawing at her nerves, but Cana held steady. She could handle Axel; she had faced greater dangers and come out alive. Yet, as soon as the door opened, and Axel stepped into the house, Cana felt her pulse quicken with an unease that she hadn’t anticipated. Cana tried to reach Zane telepathically, stretching her senses to find any trace of his energy. Nothing. It was as if a thick, impenetrable fog blocked her mind. Panic began to claw its way up her spine as Axel took a step closer, his presence filling the room with a predatory calm.With a deep breath, she let her claws emerge. “Axel,” she warned, her voice low and firm. “Get out.”Instead of reacting, Axel smiled, a calm, almost indulgent smile that sent chills racing down her spine. Just before she lunged at him, he let out an invisible wave of Alpha pheromones. The scent hit Cana instantly, disarming her defenses and clouding her mind. She stopped in her tracks, caught off guard by the intoxicating arom
Zane had never felt this powerless. Each day that passed, the emptiness of his bank accounts and the silence from his contacts made the reality hit harder: everything he had built was gone. The wealth, influence, and respect he had taken for granted had been stolen in an instant, leaving him with nothing but the remnants of his former life. No matter how many times he replayed it in his mind, the betrayal by Leno gnawed at him, a deep, festering wound. He knew Leno was the only one who could’ve orchestrated such a calculated attack, but without solid evidence linking him to the transfer, Zane’s hands were tied. Cana tried to offer comfort, but her efforts were bittersweet. She’d offered financial help, and while Zane appreciated her kindness, the thought of depending on her chipped away at his pride. Cana wasn’t just his partner; she was his equal, and he didn’t want her to feel burdened by his downfall. He felt a huge guilt each time she reassured him, knowing that she, too, was af