Whispers of DeceptionIngrid’s POVAegon’s golden eyes burned into me, demanding answers I wasn’t sure I had. His presence had always been overwhelming, a force of nature that never left anything untouched in its wake. But tonight, it felt different—like a storm barely held in check. There was a dangerous stillness to him, as though he were moments away from either lashing out or shattering apart.I had spent years trying to erase the imprint he left on my soul. I had failed.But now was not the time for old wounds.“The Jewel of Light wasn’t the only thing stolen tonight,” I said, my voice steady despite the swirling unease in my gut. “Something else is happening within these walls.”Aegon crossed his arms, the tension in his shoulders barely concealed. “You have a theory?”“I have instincts,” I corrected. “And they’re telling me this isn’t just about power or wealth. It’s about control.”His jaw ticked, but he didn’t interrupt. That was something.I took a slow step forward, loweri
Plans in motion Nico's POVThe moment I stepped into the throne room, the air was thick with tension like moments before a storm came. Kane and Vimon sat rigidly, their expressions carved out of a rock. Ingrid was seated between them, her hands clenched tightly on her lap. And then there was Aegon, pacing, his golden eyes dark with unspoken anger.I had seen my Alpha angry before many times, in fact. But this ........… this was something else. This was frustration mixed with confusion, a man torn between his pride and something deeper he refused to accept. “Aegon,” I called, my voice low but firm. He stopped mid-step, his gaze snapping to me like a predator sighting its prey.“What?” he barked, his tone sharp was enough to cut steel.I exhaled slowly, reminding myself that this was my friend, not just my Alpha. “I came to give you an update on the search for the intruder.”His expression flickered for a second before hardening again. He folded his arms over his chest. “And?”I too
The attack Ingrid's POVMy heart pounded like a war drum against my ribs as I stumbled back into the pack house, my breath coming in short, frantic gasps. My hands trembled as I held my side, the sting of the intruder’s attack still fresh on my skin. The darkness outside had been suffocating, the atmosphere stretching and twisting like unseen hands reaching for me.I barely registered the gasps around me as I burst into the entrance hall, my vision blurred with fear and fatigue. My only thought was, I wasn’t safe. He was out there. Still watching.Then, warm hands gripped my arms, steadying me.Aegon.I would have recoiled, pushed him away, but I couldn’t. My body betrayed me, sinking into his arms as if he was the only solid thing left in this spinning world. His scent, a mixture of cedarwood and something distinctly him, surrounded me. Strong. Familiar. Safe.His golden eyes scanned my face, narrowing with an intensity that sent a shiver through me. “What the hell happened to you?”
The masked man The Intruder’s POVThe night air clung to me like a second skin, thick with the scent of damp earth and aged wood. I crouched in the shadows, my breath slow and measured, listening. The packhouse was alive with hushed whispers and distant footfalls, searching, always searching. They knew someone had been here, but they had no idea who… or why.I ran my fingers over the edge of the pouch strapped to my belt, the weight of the jewel pressing against my palm. The Jewel of Light. A treasure coveted by many, a relic of power beyond mortal understanding. And now, it was mine.I heard A sound,a rustle too precise to be the wind that made me pause. My instincts screamed at me to move, but curiosity kept me anchored. Someone was close, too close. I shifted into the recesses of the library’s towering shelves, the scent of aged parchment masking my own. Then, she appeared.Ingrid.Her fiery hair caught the flickering candlelight, turning her into something almost ethereal. She mo
the ashes between usIngrid’s POVI didn’t remember running.One moment, I was staring into those eyes cold, distant, unrecognizable despite how close they were. The next, I was tearing through the trees, branches clawing at my arms like angry hands trying to hold me back. My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.Not until I saw the tall, shadowed walls of the pack house again. Not until the darkness seemed less terrifying than the man with the scarred hand and eyes I swore I’d seen before.And then… Aegon.He was there before the guards. Before the questions. Before the confusion.His arms wrapped around me before my mind could protest. And I didn’t fight him. Not because I had forgiven him. Not because I trusted him.But because for one horrifying second, I needed him.I needed the steadiness of his presence—the way his chest rose and fell against mine, grounding me. The way his scent, once familiar and cruel, now served as a strange comfort in my trembling s
Our pastVimon’s POV I stood by the towering windows of the council chamber, my hands clasped behind my back as the late afternoon sun filtered in through the stained glass. The light fractured in hues of crimson and gold across the floor, but even its warmth couldn’t melt the growing ice in my gut.Something was wrong. Very wrong.Kane had mentioned it in passing a tremor in Ingrid’s voice when she returned, a haunted look that hadn’t been there before. She’d slipped away from the house without alerting anyone, something she hadn’t done since the darker days of her youth. And when she returned… it was in Aegon’s arms.I turned from the window, pacing the smooth marble floor, my boots echoing slightly in the silence. Aegon, my son, had always been a creature of control, sharp edges, and suppressed fire. But what Kane described didn’t align with the man I knew. He didn’t just hold her he grounded her, calmed her.As if he had finally seen her. Not the Omega, not the orphaned girl who
Haunted by Her Silence“I ran,” she whispered. “I don’t know why I went out there. I needed space. I needed air. But I walked right into him. He didn’t say anything. He just attacked.”I had to grip the edge of a stone bench to stop myself from exploding. “And you didn’t think to tell anyone before going off alone?”She whirled around. “Don’t you dare blame me! I’ve been alone since the day I was rejected!”The air between us crackled.“I’m not blaming you,” I said more gently. “I’m furious at myself for letting it get this far.”A silence fell, heavier than before.“I thought I was over it,” she said, barely audible. “The rejection. The pain. But I was wrong. And when you held me earlier…” She shook her head. “I hated how much I wanted to stay there.”I took a step forward, heart pounding. “Then stay.”She laughed bitterly. “You think it’s that simple? After everything? After you humiliated me in front of the entire pack?”“I don’t expect forgiveness. But I want to make it right.”Sh
The Venomous SeductionKane's pov Later That NightI found myself standing outside Ingrid’s chamber, the dim light from the lantern casting a soft glow across the corridor. I didn’t knock. I just waited.The door creaked open slowly. She stood there, wrapped in a blanket, her hair unbound, eyes red-rimmed but determined.“I’m not leaving,” she said before I could speak.I smiled faintly. “I wasn’t going to ask you to.”She stepped aside and let me in.The room smelled like parchment and lavender. It was tidy, but I could see the signs of restlessness—books with folded corners, a chair not pushed in, a dagger half-hidden under her pillow.“I came to apologize,” I said.She blinked. “For what?”“For not believing you sooner. For not protecting you the way I should have.”Ingrid’s voice was quieter now. “You had your pack to think of.”“You are my pack,” I said simply. “And so is that son of mine who can’t decide whether to kill you or kiss you.”Her lips twitched. A smile she tried to
The breaking point Aegon’s Reaction Aegon had been carrying a weight he could no longer ignore, though he tried his hardest to bury it under layers of indifference and pride. The moon was rising, and with it, so was the tension that had coiled tightly in his chest ever since he had betrayed Ingrid.The moment he had slept with Dagna the woman who had once been his lover, the woman who was now out for revenge he had convinced himself it was all a mistake. That it didn’t mean anything. But deep down, somewhere far beneath the surface, he knew the truth. It meant something, at least to her. To Ingrid.He’d convinced himself that he was still in control. He was the Alpha and The leader. The one who made the rules. But every time he saw Ingrid every time he felt the pull of their bond. it became harder to keep up the lie.When he had returned that night, his blood still buzzing with the memory of Dagna’s touch, he had expected Ingrid to be asleep, to avoid him as she usually did. He hadn
She mustn't dieNico’s POVThe pieces didn’t fit. at least, not the way everyone else seemed to force them to. Ingrid’s condition, Aegon’s erratic behavior, Vimon’s sudden distrust of Dagna, and the disappearance of the Jewel of Light… all were signs of a puzzle no one wanted to solve. But I couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore.He had been watching and observing from afar for so long enough.It began the moment he saw the haunted look in Ingrid’s eyes after she collapsed in the storeroom. He had been one of the first to find her, though she never saw him. He stayed hidden, watching as her body trembled from an invisible pain no one could understand. That kind of agony wasn’t physical. It was something darker, deeper.Something supernatural.Nico started his investigations quietly. He didn’t trust anyone not even Aegon, who had become increasingly unstable. He dug through old records of magical rituals involving mate bonds and the Jewel of Light. What he found chilled him to the bone. The
She mustn't dieNico’s POVThe pieces didn’t fit. at least, not the way everyone else seemed to force them to. Ingrid’s condition, Aegon’s erratic behavior, Vimon’s sudden distrust of Dagna, and the disappearance of the Jewel of Light… all were signs of a puzzle no one wanted to solve. But I couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore.He had been watching and observing from afar for so long enough.It began the moment he saw the haunted look in Ingrid’s eyes after she collapsed in the storeroom. He had been one of the first to find her, though she never saw him. He stayed hidden, watching as her body trembled from an invisible pain no one could understand. That kind of agony wasn’t physical. It was something darker, deeper.Something supernatural.Nico started his investigations quietly. He didn’t trust anyone not even Aegon, who had become increasingly unstable. He dug through old records of magical rituals involving mate bonds and the Jewel of Light. What he found chilled him to the bone. Ther
She mustn't dieNico’s POVThe pieces didn’t fit. at least, not the way everyone else seemed to force them to. Ingrid’s condition, Aegon’s erratic behavior, Vimon’s sudden distrust of Dagna, and the disappearance of the Jewel of Light… all were signs of a puzzle no one wanted to solve. But I couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore.He had been watching and observing from afar for so long enough.It began the moment he saw the haunted look in Ingrid’s eyes after she collapsed in the storeroom. He had been one of the first to find her, though she never saw him. He stayed hidden, watching as her body trembled from an invisible pain no one could understand. That kind of agony wasn’t physical. It was something darker, deeper.Something supernatural.Nico started his investigations quietly. He didn’t trust anyone not even Aegon, who had become increasingly unstable. He dug through old records of magical rituals involving mate bonds and the Jewel of Light. What he found chilled him to the bone. Ther
KANE’S POVI stared at Vimon, her words echoing like war drums in my head.They’re trying to kill her… Dagna. Wally. They’ve been planning it for weeks. Using Aegon to do it.I wanted to believe it was a nightmare, some sick fantasy born out of Vimon’s anxiety—but I knew better. I trusted her instincts more than my own. And the way her voice had cracked—raw, trembling with tightly leashed rage—told me this was real.Too real.“How long?” I asked, my voice low. Too low.She swallowed hard. “Three nights. We’re two nights in.”Two nights in. Moon Goddess, we were running out of time.The room around me blurred. I gripped the edge of the desk, trying to keep from smashing everything in sight. That bastard Wally he should’ve stayed dead. And Dagna… Dagna, the girl I once tolerated because she’d been part of our pack. Because I had believed she was simply misguided. But this? This was evil.And Aegon. My son. My heir.He was being used turned into a weapon against the very woman fate had b
The FallAegon’s POVI don’t remember every detail. My mind was a haze and part rage, part numbness, part wanting to forget. She whispered things in my ear, things that sounded like promises and poisons all wrapped in velvet. She touched me like a curse.“She left you once. She’s always going to choose pain. Always going to punish you for the bond.”“She’s my mate.”“Then where was she when you needed someone? When you were drowning in guilt and carrying the weight of the pack alone?” Dagna leaned closer. “You deserve someone who’ll choose you. Fully and Obsessively.”It was manipulation. I knew it., every word was a carefully placed as a dagger.Still, I was tired. Tired of fighting battles I couldn't win, of carrying anger I couldn’t resolve, Of hurting Ingrid and myself.And then, like a trap snapping shut, Dagna pulled me into an empty room, locked the door behind us, and kissed me like she already owned my regrets.I didn’t stop her falling into the trap like a fool.And I gave
SHATTERED the SILENCEIngrid’s Point of ViewThe moon had risen high, its light shining on the tops of the trees outside the window. The night air had a strange heaviness to it, one that settled in my chest like an unmovable rock. I had been restless all evening, pacing round my room, trying to calm the unease that had crept in.Something was wrong. Deeply, unshakably wrong.I tried to mind link Aegon through the bond, but it was silent. As if he had shut me out completely.That wasn’t unusual, not anymore not with the wall he had been steadily building between us. But tonight, it felt like the final straw.I left my room, hoping to get some air, maybe find him, or at least catch Kane or Vimon and distract myself with some unnecessary conversation. The corridors were dim, and the torch casting long, lonely shadows that danced with my anxiety. I made my way to the west side of the manor, where I knew Aegon often retreated after a long day. But he wasn’t there.Nor in the training groun
The First FallAegon’s POVThe hospital corridors were quieter than usual, dimmed with the fading sunlight slipping through long windows. A hush hung over the place not of peace, but of restrained anxiety. Being here always left me unsettled. It reminded me of duty, of wounds I couldn't see or heal, of responsibilities too heavy to bear without cracking. But today, it felt heavier.Maybe because I hadn't spoken to Ingrid since the argument. Maybe because I hadn’t explained myself. Or maybe because I knew I was starting to lose my grip on everything.I came to check on a warrior who'd been injured during a rogue ambush near the southern border. The incident wasn't major, but protocol demanded my presence, so here I was, signing off a report with a mind a thousand miles away.“Alpha,” a nurse greeted, her tone respectful, but I barely nodded. My thoughts spiraled, looping endlessly through memories I couldn't suppress the feeling of Ingrid’s trembling hands, her confused eyes, the crack
The first night Wally was waiting when I returned to the safehouse.He asked " is it done???“Yes,” I answered, wiping Aegon’s taste from my lips with disgust. “He didn’t even ask why I was at the hospital.”“You’re sure it worked?” he growled.“He didn’t resist. Not really,” I replied with a smirk. “You should have seen his eyes. All that guilt, confusion—it makes him weak. And that makes Ingrid weaker.”Wally chuckled, though his grin was jagged. “Then the clock has started. You’ll need to get him again, twice more. On the third night... the mate bond will break her from the inside out. Her body won’t be able to handle the pain.”“Good.” His lips curled with satisfaction. “Two more nights, Dagna. Then she’ll die.”“And what if she survives?” I asked, folding my arms.“She won’t,” he said flatly. “Especially not with the power of the Jewel in my possession. You focus on seducing him. I’ll handle the rest.”I raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure it’ll work?”He slammed a crystal shard on