Evelyn’s PoVThe scent of blood and smoke filled the air and howls and screams reverberated throughout the woods as Odessa and her rogue pack stormed against us. I stood there frozen for a moment with my heart pounding wildly against my chest, as I saw the pack's defences collapse against the onslaught of their attack. The rogues outnumbered the pack, and the way they fought could be matched only with menacing madness. My fists were closed so tightly I could feel my nails digging painfully into my palms as I struggled to contain the panic rising inside me. I could not stand there and do nothing.Before I could move, Marcus appeared at my side, his face covered in dirt and blood. His eyes were watered wide with urgency as he pushed something into my hands: my grandmother’s relic."I found it for you," he began, his voice strained yet steady. "You have to use it, Evelyn. You are the only one who can."I stared at the relic with a racing mind, the one that had unleashed a sinister and un
Evelyn’s PoVMy heart felt torn as I sank my eyes into my mother’s still figure. The Wolf Mother, Serena, lay on the ground unconscious and barely breathing. The silver dagger placed in her chest was a cruel reminder of my impossible choice.Odessa's voice sounded cold on my skin. "You know the terms, girl. Come with me, and she lives. Stay here, and she dies before your eyes."My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palm to hold back the inevitable breakdown. The pack barely breathed. They simply waited. I wanted someone to stop me; I wanted someone to throw themselves in the line of fire and say this was pointless. But there they stood in silence."Evelyn!" Marcus's voice broke the silence. There was desperation in it, something pleading, something that turned my stomach. I turned to him, and my heart shattered at the pain in his eyes, as though he watched me dying in front of him."Promise me," I whispered, my throat tight. "Promise me that you won't come after me."His
Serena PoVI felt the pain, the first sensation of movement in my chest, going through me like a burning fire. Breathing was slow and laboured while being pressed down by something heavy. I could not focus. Something like a fog settled in my mind, and I could hardly move my limbs."She’s waking up," a soft voice, familiar, said from one side.Then my eyelids fluttered open, and now I caught the dim light of my room. Draven was standing next to me. I could see tiredness written all over his face. On my other side was Ardan, his countenance tensed up.I groaned and began to sit up; Draven gently pressed me back down. "Just take it easy. Poison coursed through your veins, the antidote had to be administered slowly, and your body is still recovering."A flood of recollections came flooding into my mind—battle, Odessa, the silver dagger plunged into my heart, the agony that followed, and then—Evelyn.I began panicking. "Evelyn," I gasped, my voice rasping. "Where is she?"Draven’s expressi
Authors PoVOdessa's rogues glided across the sandy training grounds like dark shadows; a performance rather different from that of the warriors of Evelyn's former pack. While the wolves in Evelyn’s pack did fight, these wolves lashed out madly, works of advantage under aggression and cunning. There was hardly any sense of honour to their battle; it was simply a matter of survival."You're hesitating," Odessa's voice cut in.As she turned, Evelyn found herself by Odessa, facing her gaze that cut straight into her heart. Odessa didn't seem impressed."You're never gonna be one of us," she said, "if you keep loafing about like a lost wolf. And if you're not with us, you're nothing."Evelyn swallowed her anger. Hadn't she agreed to this? Hadn't she chosen to come here to free her mother, to protect the pack she loved? But as she stood there, amidst rogues who greeted her with watchful eyes, she began to wonder whether she had been wise to chose this path."You want a place here? You figh
SERENA’S POVMoans, a pleasure driven cry echoing in a secret room. I was with him, Derek, my mate. But these sounds weren’t coming from me.He groaned from satisfaction, but I wasn’t touching him either. No, his pleasure came from Cora, his prostitute wolf. And I was forced to watch them.I was bound to a chair in the corner, watching them mate. Every thrust, every pleasured gasp from Derek, ached me. It was a violation, a reminder of my inability to do nothing, except watch.I watched as Cora sucked him out, deep throating him until she turned red. I watched how roughly Derek handled her. Pulling and grabbing her hair like she was a still object.I was unable to bear the pain of watching my mate mate with Cora, so I squeezed my eyes shut. Suddenly, the sounds ceased, replaced by a satisfied grunt from Derek.My heart raced as I scented Derek slowly approach me. He forcefully took me by the jaw and demanded that I opened my eyes.“Look at me, Omega," he sneered.I forced my eyes open
ARDAN’S POVTraining days with my Beta Thorne, usually excited me. My moves were laser sharp and I’d always won every practice round. But today, my movements were sloppy, sluggish and my focus was scattered.And because of that, it gave way for Thorne to land a blow on my arm, a feat that wouldn't have been possible on any other day.Thorne froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "My King, I—"I held up a hand, silencing him before he could launch into apologies. I was ashamed. "Leave me," I said.Thorne hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you certain, Your Majesty? Perhaps you should—""Alone," I repeated, my voice firmer this time.With a silent bow, Thorne turned to leave, leaving me alone on the training grounds.I headed for the bathroom. When I got there, I stripped off my sweat-drenched training clothes. My reflection in the mirror showed a man sculpted for power - broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw, dark hair. Yet, beneath the facade of strength, anxiety had
SERENA’S POVA throbbing ache in my neck yanked me awake. I blinked open my eyes, the unfamiliar room coming into focus. Where was was I? I looked around the room before looking down at my body.I began to panic as I realized I was lying naked in a bed – a bed that wasn't mine. What the fuck….Glancing beside me, I found a muscular werewolf still asleep. Taking a deeper look I realized it was Joshua, a young member from Derek's pack who I had seen a few times before.My blood ran cold. If anyone came in I would a walking corpse. But I don’t remember how I ended up here. Had Derek… No, that couldn't be right."Joshua?" I croaked, my voice was hoarse.He bolted upright as if stung and his eyes widened with terror. "Serena! What…what happened?"I narrowed my gaze, my brows were furrowed, “I don’t know you tell me!” I yelled.But before he could offer any further explanation, the door to the room slammed open. Leading the surge was Derek, his face was masked with fake fury.Close behind h
ARDAN’S POVDerek did not fail to hide the confusion on his face. Why would the Lycan King, the most powerful shifter alive, intervene on a mere omega’s behalf? I ignored the stunned faces around me, focusing solely on the face sitting upright on the bed.“Put your clothes on," I commanded.My gaze then shifted to the wolf next to Serena on the bed, Joshua, I recalled. "And you," I said with a low snarl, "get out. Now."Joshua didn't need telling twice. He scrambled off the bed, hastily and fearfully. Still, Serena remained covered in the sheet, using it as a flimsy shield to hide her nakedness.Cora couldn't resist a disdainful snort. "Well, aren't you just the picture of grace," she said to Serena. "The Lycan King himself asks you to put some fucking clothes on, and here you are, clutching a sheet to your bare chest like a lost pup."My head snapped towards Cora. "If you don't want to end up as a decoration on the wall like your beta," I warned, "learn to control your fucking tongue
Authors PoVOdessa's rogues glided across the sandy training grounds like dark shadows; a performance rather different from that of the warriors of Evelyn's former pack. While the wolves in Evelyn’s pack did fight, these wolves lashed out madly, works of advantage under aggression and cunning. There was hardly any sense of honour to their battle; it was simply a matter of survival."You're hesitating," Odessa's voice cut in.As she turned, Evelyn found herself by Odessa, facing her gaze that cut straight into her heart. Odessa didn't seem impressed."You're never gonna be one of us," she said, "if you keep loafing about like a lost wolf. And if you're not with us, you're nothing."Evelyn swallowed her anger. Hadn't she agreed to this? Hadn't she chosen to come here to free her mother, to protect the pack she loved? But as she stood there, amidst rogues who greeted her with watchful eyes, she began to wonder whether she had been wise to chose this path."You want a place here? You figh
Serena PoVI felt the pain, the first sensation of movement in my chest, going through me like a burning fire. Breathing was slow and laboured while being pressed down by something heavy. I could not focus. Something like a fog settled in my mind, and I could hardly move my limbs."She’s waking up," a soft voice, familiar, said from one side.Then my eyelids fluttered open, and now I caught the dim light of my room. Draven was standing next to me. I could see tiredness written all over his face. On my other side was Ardan, his countenance tensed up.I groaned and began to sit up; Draven gently pressed me back down. "Just take it easy. Poison coursed through your veins, the antidote had to be administered slowly, and your body is still recovering."A flood of recollections came flooding into my mind—battle, Odessa, the silver dagger plunged into my heart, the agony that followed, and then—Evelyn.I began panicking. "Evelyn," I gasped, my voice rasping. "Where is she?"Draven’s expressi
Evelyn’s PoVMy heart felt torn as I sank my eyes into my mother’s still figure. The Wolf Mother, Serena, lay on the ground unconscious and barely breathing. The silver dagger placed in her chest was a cruel reminder of my impossible choice.Odessa's voice sounded cold on my skin. "You know the terms, girl. Come with me, and she lives. Stay here, and she dies before your eyes."My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palm to hold back the inevitable breakdown. The pack barely breathed. They simply waited. I wanted someone to stop me; I wanted someone to throw themselves in the line of fire and say this was pointless. But there they stood in silence."Evelyn!" Marcus's voice broke the silence. There was desperation in it, something pleading, something that turned my stomach. I turned to him, and my heart shattered at the pain in his eyes, as though he watched me dying in front of him."Promise me," I whispered, my throat tight. "Promise me that you won't come after me."His
Evelyn’s PoVThe scent of blood and smoke filled the air and howls and screams reverberated throughout the woods as Odessa and her rogue pack stormed against us. I stood there frozen for a moment with my heart pounding wildly against my chest, as I saw the pack's defences collapse against the onslaught of their attack. The rogues outnumbered the pack, and the way they fought could be matched only with menacing madness. My fists were closed so tightly I could feel my nails digging painfully into my palms as I struggled to contain the panic rising inside me. I could not stand there and do nothing.Before I could move, Marcus appeared at my side, his face covered in dirt and blood. His eyes were watered wide with urgency as he pushed something into my hands: my grandmother’s relic."I found it for you," he began, his voice strained yet steady. "You have to use it, Evelyn. You are the only one who can."I stared at the relic with a racing mind, the one that had unleashed a sinister and un
Authors PoVThe air within the pack appeared heavy. Uncertainty and fear enveloped them all. News of Odessa's inflated army had trickled through, and even though there was no sign of hostilities, everyone was cognisant and it was only a matter of time.Evelyn sat just outside the training grounds, watching as the warriors brushed up on their fighting skills, awaiting the inevitable. With her powers gone, she felt like just a lonely ghost among them, powerless in the face of the oncoming storm. Every skirmish strike, every war strategy discussion, stomped her with a reminder of what she had lost.Marcus stood next to her with arms crossed, his keen sight following the fighters. Since their return, he had met few moments away from her, though she knew he bore the weight of words he was dying to speak."Go find the relic," he finally uttered, breaking the silence.Evelyn clenched her fists. "No."Marcus sighed. He knelt before her, so she had no choice but to look him in the eyes. "Evely
Authors PoVAfter darkness fell, Marcus Luca and Ryan made their way carefully past the forest bordering Odessa's camp. Their main goal was to rescue Evelyn and they knew that the challenges ahead would test their determination every step of the way.Ryan signalled for everyone to stop as they reached the edge of the camp grounds. Several guards strolled their rounds with little care even though danger loomed near. With anger boiling inside Luca he made fists while Marcus surveyed their surroundings until spotting the training pit.Evelyn was in there.She was fighting again.His heartbeat raced when he saw her standing despite her injuries. Still fighting. His feelings changed from joy to anger. How many more injuries would she endure? How long could people continue treating her as their personal tool?Ryan touched Marcus' shoulder firmly to calm him. He spoke softly to confirm their plan's execution. “We continue our plan until the perfect time arrives.”But Marcus wasn’t listening.
Author PoVEvelyn did not pay any attention; her focus was settled on the man's stance with calculated shifts of weight from one leg to another. He was overconfident- arrogant. She saw that as her advantage.Odessa raised a hand for silence, and the murmurs immediately died down.”The rules are simple,” she said. ”You win; you go.” She tilted her head slightly, letting her smirk get even wider. ”You lose… well, you won’t have to worry about anything again.”They laughed, but Evelyn barely heard them.She forced herself to take long, steady breaths. She has been in many fights before, but this one would be different. She no longer had her powers: no extra strength, no magic to back her up, only her instincts and the last remnants of her training skills.With Odessa's hand falling, the rogue lunged.Evelyn scarcely had time to dodge, twisting to the side as the man's heavy fist swung by her face. He was quick, but she was quicker. She made sure to use her momentum in her favour to turn
Author PoVMarcus and Luca moved softly through the dense forest with their senses heightened as they followed the slightest signs of Evelyn’s trail. The night was utter silence, except for the shuffling leaves and occasional howl of distant wolves. Marcus was becoming restless. Every second they spent looking for her was a second longer that Evelyn was in Odessa’s grasp.Luca was tense beside him, the hilt of his blade remaining skittish between his fingers. "You’re sure this is the right direction?" he whispered with his darting between the shadows.Marcus gritted his teeth. "No. It’s the only lead we’ve got."Before Luca could confirm Marcus' doubts, something moving in the tree line caught his eye. A small pack of wolves, unmistakably rogue, moved out of the shadows. These were scouts from the pack known as Red Blood Moon.One of the scouts gasped and immediately recognised Luca. "It’s him," the man growled. "The boy who wanted revenge for his father."Luca's muscles tensed as he
Evelyn PoVI could feel the fire of Odessa's stare upon me in absence of her physical presence. She was testing me. Watching. Waiting. Every interaction, every task she assigned, was meant to push me to my breaking point. But I had refused to give her that pleasure of seeing me crack wide open. I held my head high, shoulders squared, even when hunger left my stomach in torments and all signs screamed for rest. One ultimate attempt-breaking would be in her favour. I would not. Submission was what she wanted-a statement of weakness.I was not weak.Days went by, as Odessa kept count in a terrible prison of sorts that she had set up for me, with no shackling-but the guards outside the door ensured I was as good as trapped. They fed me only when they felt like it, and water only if I obeyed. There were bruises on my arms as a result of their unruly treatment, all because I would not comply. But even as my body traipsed into weakness, the spirit did not.One d