Rose povBloodhound Pack is an entirely different pack from my home. When I say they are different, I mean they have their law and norms, but they behave differently.For instance, we have an organized pack. We all know where the market is and where the cinema is, and most of them dress according to their rank, making it easy to identify, and every commercial institution is owned by the Alpha family.Whereas, in Finn Pack. There are different little stalls, with various cinemas and other locations, and they bear different individual names. Lastly, I do not see anyone dressing according to their rank.This is strange. I mean, how do they make their money if they don’t own things and how do I know that I am not about to run into a rogue or greet a council elder with a little respect?Clearing my throat, I decided to ask Finn, “Who owns the cinema and other commercial places?” I ask, clearly making sure I do not sound insulting.“The wolves,” he likes it means, reply nothing. To me, the
Luca POVShe’s gone. Like she is gone. After all the promises and all the sacrifices, she is gone. She did not bother fighting for us. She just left with Finn.I know I was kind of a coward for hugging Jenny when she came, but I missed her. I had always missed her. I missed her to the point that my heart ached at the mention of her name. So it was only natural to hug her, but I expected Rose to understand and not just decide to leave me alone. Does she think she would be happy there? With a man that she does not know? Finn might even try to harm her and she has no one.I rake my hands on my hair as different thoughts cross my mind. Jenny is in my room waiting for me to come and talk to her as usual. If it was the former me, I would have done that. Maybe kiss her in the bedroom and make love to her, but I was different. Rose had changed me and left with a part of me.“You know you eventually have to talk to her?” Russell said, breaking me from my thoughts.I glared at him with disdain
Luca POVI turned to face her, seeming genuinely honest. “Tell me, Jenny. What does it look like inside your brain?” I asked.Her eyes widened, and she seemed shocked by my question.“What do you mean?” “Don’t you know how to interpret English? Or has cheating also eaten your interpretation aspect?” “Luca, I am sorry,” she apologized.A chuckle escaped my lips. “You cheated on me and left without a single word, and you expect me to still be in love with you? You still expect me to worship your cheating ass?” I asked angrily.A glint of anger passed through her eyes as she took in deep lips. Sorry, the breath to control herself and spoke in a sensually soft voice, “I am sorry Luca, as besides Russell left me with no choice”“Well, I left you with a choice, and that is to be with me. Be my mate and stand by me, out of choice, but you didn’t. Instead, you opened your legs for my cousin the moment I was gone and claimed he killed you”She scoffed, looking unapologetic. "You criticize me
Luca pov“I have a message for you,” Sabrina said, smiling at me. I looked at Russell and Lorenzo. They both had raised eyebrows on their faces as they scanned Sabrina’s face, trying to detect what was wrong. Why would she be here?I sat up, facing her. “Go on,” I said with a tone of nonchalance. Trying my best to convey to her that she could say anything before them.She glanced at them and then at the office. She walked around the office, her heels making a sound.“serious?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, her voice deepened with anger as she glared at me.I nodded. She plastered a smile on her face and continued walking around.“Nice decor,” she said in an overly bored tone. I rolled my eyes in return. She has been to the place before. Why would she be saying that?I heaved a sigh “Sabrina, you have been here before. Don’t you think that is an unnecessary compliment?” I asked.She stopped and smiled at me, then used her fingers to caress the shelves. And don’t you think it is foo
Luca pov.I groaned in frustration. Immediately, I saw Jenny's plastered smile. Seriously? What did this girl want? I thought I drove her out of my room a moment ago. Frustration washed within me, itching my skin. I needed time to concentrate, time to think about what Sabrina just said. To know which side I should be on. What I needed was a cool bath, playing Rose’s white Mustang, a song I felt was too feminine till now. Now that she was gone, I would gladly attach myself to anything that would give me a close connection with Rose. Not this twat that was standing before me with a fake smile.“What do you want?” I asked with a bored expression. I did not even try to hide my anger.Her face fell as I spoke. “you seem so in a hurry to dismiss me,” she said in a disappointed tone.I nodded, too tired to kid or feign concern. “Yes. Jenny, I want to be left alone”“But I am your mate and we need to work things out. You know that. Rose is gone and I am here. She is probably fucking Finn”Ang
Rose pov.Dread crept into my skin at Finn's words. He fixed his gaze on me with a permanent creepy smile. What was he talking about? What did he know about me that others did not know?I swallowed hard as I tried to pacify whatever was willing up within. I cleaned my hand on my skirt even though I knew my face was filled with guilt already.“What are you talking about?” I asked in a sudden, calm voice that contrasted how I was feeling inside.He shrugged and strolled towards me, his arms wrapped against his chest. “Well, I did a brief check” up on you. I got to know about who raised you. What is her name again?” He asked.Fear blocked my throat as I tried to speak. “Benedicta,” I said.He nodded."Thanks for the correction. Don’t mind me; I forgot about her nod. But with time, I would meet her. You know, I don’t have a mother of my own, so my wife's mother would automatically be mine. Who is that boy that lives with her?” He asked.At this time, sweat was already tricking down my spin
Rose pov“This is the main palace where we gather together and host parties. We will be having a party tomorrow where I will introduce you to everyone as their Luna,” he said,” his arms wrapped around my waist as we stood inside the hall. I restrained the urge to remove his arms from my body. How can he be so comfortable? I mean, we just met, and he is already all warm and cozy.“They have all been waiting for you. You don’t know how thankful I am that I met you and that you agreed to follow me even when you had a thing with your husband’s brother,” he said in a non-judgmental tone.I bit my tongue from telling him that he was the love of my life and probably the only man I would ever give my heart to. Luca had shown me how great love can be. Just the thought of him comforted me.Instead of telling him those words, I asked, “You talk as if I am some savior you have been waiting for. Surely you would have been sleeping with someone else”“Nahh. I am not the flirting type, and it scare
Russell pov.I have always had a hard time trusting Sabrina. She was too cunning, too scheming. Hell! She could convince you to walk into your trap, and you would never find out until you are there, and there is no turning back. That was why I felt fucking insecure when she came and asked that she speak to Luca alone. After so many years I had finally gotten Luca to my side. During this year, I came to discover how cruel he can be if he is angry.With him by my side, together with Lorenzo, we could withstand anything Jenny had in mind. Because if there was one thing I was sure of is that Jenny had a hidden motive. She did not come back because she was in love with Luca or she missed him. She came back for something and was trying to use Luca’s weakness to get, and thankfully, Luca had outgrown his bond for her.Although he did not tell me I got to know when he ordered her to stay in the guest house. The Luca I knew would never do that. He would rather die than spend a night without h
Rose’s POVThe evening air was thick with tension as I made my way to meet Luca. My heart raced, both from the fear of what had happened earlier and the anticipation of finally sharing everything with someone who might be able to help. Finn’s death, the accusations, the chaos—it all weighed heavily on me, and I needed clarity, answers, and protection.The narrow path I took was shrouded in darkness, with the faint sound of rustling leaves accompanying my footsteps. A sense of unease crept over me like eyes were watching me from the shadows. I stopped in my tracks and glanced around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.“Get a grip, Rose,” I whispered to myself, resuming my walk.The unease didn’t leave, though. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the cool night air seemed to grow colder. Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my scream as another arm wrapped tightly around my waist, dragging me into the nearby thicket.“Shh, don’t make a sound,” a voice hissed
Alina’s POVThe dim glow of the moon seeped through my window, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. The silence in the pack house was almost unnerving, a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. Finn’s death haunted me relentlessly—his smile, his laugh, the way he always seemed to hold the pack together. Now he was gone, and we were left scrambling in the dark to uncover who had ripped him away from us.But I wouldn’t rest until I knew.A soft knock on my door startled me. My heart raced as I got up cautiously. No one should have been awake at this hour. Opening the door, I was met with a familiar face—Russell.I pulled him inside quickly, locking the door behind him. “You shouldn’t be here,” I whispered sharply.Russell leaned against the wall, his face etched with exhaustion but his eyes burning with determination. “I couldn’t stay hidden any longer, Alina. We’re running out of time.”I nodded, knowing he was right but unwilling to admit it aloud. Russell had been staying i
Bianca's POVThe air in the pack house was suffocating, laden with tension so thick it was nearly tangible. Finn’s death had cast a dark shadow over everything, and it was a matter of time before accusations and suspicions boiled over. My hands trembled as I paced my room, my mind racing.This wasn’t part of the plan.Jenny sat on the bed, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face pale but defiant. “Bianca, this is getting out of hand. Rose knows something. She practically accused us in front of Benedicta.”I whirled on her, my voice sharp. “And what exactly do you think we should do about it? Go to the elders and confess? Because that’s what your panicking sounds like.”Jenny flinched, her composure cracking. “No, but if Alina starts digging, we’re finished. She’s furious. She’ll turn over every stone to find out who killed Finn, and when she does, we’ll be the first ones she looks at.”I clenched my jaw, staring out the window. The moonlight illuminated the pack grounds, tra
Alina's POVThe piercing scream of a maid echoed through the pack house, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart leaped into my throat, and I instinctively rushed toward the source of the commotion. The hallway was alive with murmurs, tension thick in the air as I approached Finn’s room.“What’s happening?” I demanded, pushing past a group of maids clustered near the doorway.The sight before me stole the breath from my lungs. Finn lay still on his bed, his chest unmoving. The monitor that had been beeping steadily earlier now emitted a deafening flatline.“No!” I shouted, rushing to his side. My hands shook as I pressed them against his lifeless form as if my touch alone could bring him back. “Finn! Wake up!”One of the maids stepped forward hesitantly, tears streaming down her face. “H-he’s gone, Miss Alina. We... we found him like this.”I turned to her, my voice trembling with fury and disbelief. “Gone? What do you mean gone? He was stable just a few hours ago!”Another maid whisper
Rose’s POVI glanced at Finn one last time as he lay still on the bed, his breathing shallow but steady. My heart ached to see him like this. I wanted to stay, to keep watching over him, but Alina’s accusations still lingered in my mind, making the air in the room feel suffocating.With a heavy sigh, I turned to leave. Just as I reached the door, a flicker of movement caught my eye. The curtains by the window swayed gently, though there was no breeze. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze.“Who’s there?” I called out, my voice firmer than I felt.Silence.I stepped closer, peering into the shadows near the window. “I said, who’s there?”Still no response. I waited for a few tense moments, but nothing moved again. My mind began to race with possibilities. Was it just my imagination? Or was someone there?Shaking my head, I decided not to let paranoia take over. “It’s nothing,” I muttered to myself, though the uneasy feeling didn’t quite leave me.I stepped out of the room and made my wa
Bianca’s POVThe tension in the air was suffocating. Every corner of the pack house buzzed with whispers of Finn’s attack, and I couldn’t move without feeling a dozen eyes boring into my back. Jenny and I had barely made it out of that hallway alive after Alina’s confrontation. I wasn’t scared of her, but her words stuck in my head.“Did we mess up?” Jenny asked nervously as we entered my room and closed the door behind us. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands twisting anxiously in her lap.I leaned against the dresser, crossing my arms. “No,” I said firmly, though the tightness in my chest said otherwise. “We’ve been careful. We didn’t stab Finn. Someone else did. Alina’s just lashing out because she’s desperate.”“But what if she’s right?” Jenny’s voice cracked. “What if whoever stabbed Finn was aiming for Rose? What if we’re next?”I turned to her, my glare silencing her panicked rambling. “We are not next. Whoever did this has no reason to come after us unless you do somethin
Rose's POVThe chaos outside was deafening. Shouts echoed through the halls, and the tension in the air was so thick it felt like I could cut it with a knife. Finn’s injury had thrown the entire pack into disarray, and the sight of Alina’s cold, accusing eyes earlier kept replaying in my mind.I forced myself to move, my feet carrying me to Benedicta, who stood near the staircase, trying to make sense of the chaos. She turned the moment she saw me, her face a mix of worry and determination.“Benedicta,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I need to talk to you. Now.”Without waiting for a response, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my bedroom. I shut the door behind us and locked it, leaning against it as I tried to steady my racing heart.“This is bad,” I muttered, pacing the room. “This is bad.”Benedicta watched me with a calmness I envied. “Take a breath, Rose,” she said gently. “Tell me what happened.”I stopped pacing and faced her. “Alina… she’s going to blame me. I know it.
Finn’s POVThe wedding bells rang loud and clear, echoing through the grand hall. My heart should have been soaring, but unease clung to me like a shadow. As the doors opened, Rose walked in, her arm linked with Benedicta’s. She looked stunning in her gown, but there was a tension in her smile that only I seemed to notice.As we exchanged vows, her voice was steady, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The officiant’s words blurred as my wolf instincts screamed at me, warning of impending danger. Still, I pushed the unease aside. This was our moment, and I wouldn’t let anything ruin it.“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant announced.I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Rose’s lips. The applause erupted around us, but all I could think about was the gnawing sensation that something was about to go wrong.---The reception was a whirlwind of laughter and celebration. Guests filled the hall, the sound of clinking glasses and cheerful chatter blending with th
Rose's POVI sat in front of the vanity, staring at my reflection. My makeup was flawless, my hair pinned up elegantly, and the dress shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the window. But no amount of glamour could hide the anxiety swirling in my chest.A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Aaid entered, bowing slightly. "Ma'am, Benedicta is here to see you."I nodded, trying to compose myself. “Let her in.”As the door opened, Benedicta stepped in a radiant smile on her face. She crossed the room and pulled me into a warm hug. “My dear Rose,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “You look beautiful.”I felt a lump form in my throat. “Thank you, Benedicta. I’m glad you’re here.”She pulled back, her hands resting on my shoulders. “It’s a big day for you, and I just want you to know how proud I am. I wish you all the happiness in the world.”Her sincerity made my eyes sting, but I blinked the tears away. “Thank you. That means so much to me.”Benedicta sat