Cana's POV:I stood frozen, watching as Otto’s message to Mia was relayed. The relief that surged through me was fleeting, replaced almost instantly by a wave of nausea. My limbs ached from exhaustion; my mind was still clouded with doubt. Otto had found me, but it didn’t erase the danger lurking in the shadows.“Mia’s on her way,” Otto said, pocketing his phone. “We’ll take you back to a safe place. We need to regroup. Something big is coming.”I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What do you mean, ‘something big’?”Otto’s eyes darkened. “The rogues. They’ve been gathering in numbers I’ve never seen before. It’s not just small groups anymore. They’re forming a pack of their own—an army. And they’re coming for the packs.”A chill ran down my spine. My memories of the attack were still fresh in my mind, the violence of the rogues, the blood, and the terror. But the thought of them forming an army was something else entirely.“I thought the rogues were too divided to band together,” I said,
Cana’s POVThe cold, hard ground beneath me was the first thing I became aware of as consciousness slowly returned. My head throbbed painfully, and my mouth felt dry like I hadn’t had water in days. The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me—Mia’s apartment, the rogues, and Aiden, their sinister leader, looming in the background like a nightmare I couldn’t escape.My wrists stung, and I winced as I realized they were bound tightly by thick, rough ropes. A quick tug confirmed the worst—I wasn’t getting free without help. The air around me was musty, and it smelled like old wood and damp stone. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the haze from my vision, and looked around.I was lying on the floor of a moving van, the steady hum of the engine making my already-pounding headache even more. I twisted, shifting to get a better view of my surroundings. A few feet away, Otto was slumped against the wall, his face pale and bruised. His eyes were closed, and for a moment, pan
Cana’s POVThe ropes fell to the floor, their release almost silent, but the significance of the moment echoed loudly in my mind. Everything around me stilled. The rogues, who moments ago had been poised to harm me, stood frozen in shock. Even Aiden, the smug leader of this chaotic group, had taken a wary step back, his usual air of confidence faltering for a split second.I didn’t understand what had just happened. One moment, I was helpless, bound by the ritual, and in the next, something within me had snapped. Power surged through my veins, unfamiliar yet intoxicating. I could feel it—alive, pulsating, as though it had always been there, waiting for the right moment to emerge.Aiden’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of pride. “I told you, Cana,” he said, his voice low but dripping with satisfaction. “This power was always inside you. You just needed a little push.”His words felt like ice water running through my veins. The power that I now felt cou
Cana’s POVThe cold wind bit at my skin as I stood there, frozen, staring at the massive figure emerging from the shadows. My heart pounded in my chest, the tension in the air palpable. Zane was still at my side, his eyes sharp and alert as he positioned himself protectively in front of me. But nothing could prepare me for the face that appeared beneath the moonlight.It was him. The Alpha.But not Axel.“Jeremy,” Zane whispered in disbelief, his voice barely audible. His body tensed, instinctively taking a step back. “What are you doing here?”Jeremy, Axel’s older brother, stepped into the clearing, his broad shoulders and imposing frame casting a long shadow on the ground. His red eyes glowed under the pale moonlight, making him appear even more dangerous. Unlike Axel, Jeremy commanded a level of authority and power that felt overwhelming, even from this distance. It was as if the very air bowed to him.A slow, predatory smile spread across Jeremy’s lips, revealing sharp teeth that
Jeremy’s POV The darkness enveloped me like an old friend. It wasn’t something I feared; it was where I thrived. As the shadows swirled around me, I felt the raw energy of Cana’s power pulsing through the bond we shared in that brief moment of contact. The power inside her was even stronger than I had imagined—wild, untamed, and perfect for what I needed. Axel had always been blind to what was right in front of him. His focus on Ivy and the child she carried had made him weak and distracted. But I saw Cana for what she truly was—a force of nature waiting to be unleashed. My brother was too foolish to understand what he’d rejected. Now, it was my turn to claim what was rightfully mine. I watched as Axel and Zane stumbled into the void I had created, trapped by the force of my power. Their desperation was palpable, their efforts pitiful. Axel still clung to his delusions of control, but he had never been able to keep up with me. That was why I left the pack in the first place. Memo
Cana’s POVThe air crackled with energy, and my heart pounded as I lowered my trembling hand, staring at the small barrier I’d managed to create. It wasn’t much, but it had been enough to stop Jeremy. For a moment, I almost believed I could stand my ground against him, but the cold reality was that I was still far too weak.Zane was in front of me now, his posture tense, ready to protect me at all costs. Axel stood nearby, his eyes burning with fury as he squared off against Jeremy. The tension between the two brothers was thick, and I felt trapped in the middle of their lifelong conflict. But I couldn’t deny the surge of power I felt in Jeremy’s presence. He saw something in me that Axel never did. Something I barely understood myself.I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my thoughts. I couldn’t let Jeremy’s words get to me. No matter how powerful he was, I couldn’t trust him. He wanted to use me—just like Axel had, though in a different way.“You won’t control me,” I said, more t
“Ivy isn’t pregnant.”Those words from Mia’s message swirled in my head like a violent storm, refusing to settle. I had stayed up all night trying to process what I had learned, tossing and turning as I replayed everything that had happened. The betrayal, the lies, the manipulation—it was all becoming too much to bear.Ivy had manipulated Axel and deceived everyone, using a non-existent pregnancy as a shield to secure her position and influence. I couldn’t let this continue. I couldn’t let her get away with it.As dawn broke, my decision was made. This time, I wasn’t going to be passive. I had allowed other people to control my fate for too long—whether it was Axel, Jeremy, or even Ivy. I had always been the one reacting to the things happening around me, but no more. I needed to confront her, expose her lies, and take back control of my own life.Zane had offered to come with me, but I declined. I needed to do this alone. It was personal. My mind was set as I left his place, the risi
Ivy’s POVI could feel it from the moment Axel and I met up with the rest of the pack—something was different. He was distant, his usual warmth replaced by a cold detachment. His eyes barely lingered on me, and even when they did, it was like he was looking through me, not at me.I watched as Axel spoke with the pack, issuing orders, his commanding presence unmistakable. Normally, I would have taken pride in standing beside him, the Luna of the pack, but today… I felt like a shadow. The pack moved around him with ease, but I could sense their unease when it came to me. Whispers had started circling behind my back—nothing concrete, but enough to make me question whether they were onto me. Did someone know? Or worse, did Axel suspect?No, it couldn’t be. I was too careful. Too thorough. My plan was flawless.But as the meeting dragged on, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to talk to Axel. I needed to understand why he was so distant. After dismissing the pack, I walked over to him, m
Shadows of PowerThe morning sun filtered through the thick curtains of Zane's house, but Cana barely noticed. Axel hadn’t contacted her telepathically for a while, so she decided to get him off her mind by trying to tap into the dark powers within her; sitting cross-legged on the wooden floor of her room, she focused on the strange energy that had been stirring within her for weeks. The dark power hummed beneath her skin, urging her to let it out. She closed her eyes, her breathing steady as she tried to channel it.At first, nothing happened. But then, a spark of energy surged through her fingertips, and the air around her seemed to shimmer. A vase on the nearby table rattled and then shattered into pieces. Cana flinched, opening her eyes.“What the hell was that?” she muttered to herself.The door to her room burst open, and Mia appeared, her eyes wide with alarm. “Cana! What’s going on in here?”Before Cana could answer, Mart peeked in from behind Mia, his usually calm demeanor re
Zane sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the reports in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. The conversation with Cana replayed over and over in his head. She had apologized, but the lack of clarity still gnawed at him. Her words felt more like a pacifier than the truth.“Are you going to stare at that paper until it bursts into flames?” Mart’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. Mart leaned against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face.Zane sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t shake this feeling. She’s hiding something, and it’s not just about that night. There’s more.”Mart entered the office, closing the door behind him. “Look, Cana’s been through a lot. Maybe she’s trying to protect you or herself. Have you thought about that?”Zane shook his head. “That’s the problem. I don’t want protection. I want honesty. If she’s keeping secrets, it could put all of us at risk.”Mart frowned. “You think it’s connected to Axel?”Zane nodded. “ I don’t think so.”Meanwhile,
“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