Sylvia’s POVThe milk dripped down my face, cold and sticky against my skin. I stood there, frozen for a moment, as rage built inside me like a gathering storm. This woman – this snake who had slithered into my life and poisoned everything I held dear – stood before me with that smug smile, wearing my clothes.I wiped the milk from my eyes, my hands trembling with fury. There, draped across her shoulders, was my favorite blue cashmere sweater – the one Raven had given me on our first anniversary. The sight of it on her body made my blood boil. But it wasn't just the sweater. As I looked closer, I recognized more of my belongings: my silver bracelet, the designer jeans I'd saved up for months to buy, and even the delicate pearl earrings that had belonged to my mother."That is my clothing," I said, my eyes fixed on her, my voice dangerously calm. Each word felt as if it had been carved from ice. "You are wearing my clothes."Astrid's smile grew brighter, and she raised her eyebrows,
"Get your hands off me!" Astrid shrieked, clawing at my arms. "How dare you touch me! I'm carrying the James's child!"I laughed, "You bitch, you are carrying James' child, seducing the alpha he respects the most, so I'll have to teach you a good lesson for him."We struggled, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air. Astrid's nails raked across my skin, drawing blood, but I barely felt it through the haze of rage. All I could focus on was reclaiming what was mine, taking back some small piece of my dignity.The fight that followed was brief but intense. We grappled, her nails raking across my skin as I tried to reclaim what was mine. I heard fabric tear and saw the flash of rage in her eyes as she realized I wasn't backing down this time.Anger took control of my body, and I felt like I had turned back into that strong wolf. When my palm struck her face again, a look of fear appeared on her face.At that moment, I wanted to thank the moon for giving us the connection of a partner.
Sylvia's POVThe tension in the room was suffocating as Raven looked back and forth between us—me choosing to kneel pathetically on the ground with tears streaming down my face, while Astrid looked down at me with a bewildered expression. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, knowing that thi
"What?" she gasped, genuine shock replacing her calculated tears. "You can't be serious!""I am." His voice was firm. "These rumors... they're too dangerous for the pack's reputation. We can't risk—""Risk what?" she demanded. "Your precious reputation? After everything I've done for you?""Done for
Sylvia's POVThe morning after Astrid's departure, I woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the strange sensation of being watched. Opening my eyes, I found Raven leaning against the doorframe, his expression softer than I'd seen it in months. The sight made my heart flutter traitorous
"Raven...""Let me finish," he said quietly. "I know I've made mistakes. Terrible ones. But seeing you yesterday, the way you handled everything... it reminded me of why I fell in love with you in the first place."My heart thumped painfully in my chest. "Because I played the victim?""No," he said
Sylvia's POV"Mother," he said, his voice steady but respectful, "if Astrid is experiencing pregnancy complications, she needs proper medical care, not an Alpha's amateur assessment."Diana's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Amateur assessment? That girl needs support! After everything she's been through
"Remember when we first met?" he asked, attempting to salvage what was supposed to be a cup. "You were so fierce, even then. Stood right up to me when I tried to pull rank."I smiled at the memory. "You were such an arrogant pup.""Was?" He raised an eyebrow playfully."Are," I corrected, flicking a
"You can't be serious," I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. "These young wolves need proper guidance, not reckless-""What they need," Astrid interrupted, her voice sharp, "is to learn real combat. No more of this dancing around each other, pulling punches, playing it safe." She turned to addr
Sylvia’s POVDespite the fury still burning in my chest after yesterday's confrontation with Raven, I couldn't abandon my responsibilities to the pack. The young wolves shouldn't suffer because of the politics between their Alpha and Luna.So, as dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and gold, I ma
"Think about it," he insisted, turning me to face him. "She'll be directly under your supervision. You'll know exactly what she's doing, where she is-""Oh, like how I knew she was planning to torture me? Like how I knew she was going to use my father's knife to try and destroy my ability to have ch
Sylvia’s POVThe moment Raven's words about Astrid helping manage pack affairs registered, something inside me snapped. The audacity of it - the sheer insanity of suggesting my would-be murderer should help run the pack - sent a wave of hysteria through me."If you think I'm going to work with her,"
"Fine," I conceded. "But stay on your side of the bed."He nodded, though something possessive flashed in his eyes. We prepared for bed in tense silence, the space between us feeling both too vast and not vast enough.Sleep was elusive that night. I lay rigidly on my side, acutely aware of Raven's p
Sylvia's POVThe silence stretched between us as I stood at the window, still processing the scent of Astrid's perfume on Raven's skin. My fingers gripped the windowsill until my knuckles turned white, trying to anchor myself against the storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm me."Sylvia," Raven
When I finally emerged, wrapped in a towel with water still dripping from my hair, I found Raven waiting in my room. My body tensed immediately, remembering his forceful treatment earlier."Sylvia," he began, taking a step toward me. "I need to apologize."I wrapped my robe tighter around myself, ma
Sylvia's POVI fled down the corridor, my footsteps echoing off the stone walls as I ran from that scene, from my name spoken like a forbidden prayer, from the confusion and hurt that threatened to overwhelm me. I didn't stop until I reached an empty alcove, pressing my back against the cold stone
I jerked away from his touch, anger overriding the mate bond's pull. "I belong to myself. What happened just now... that was biology, nothing more.""Biology?" His laugh was cruel. "Your body tells a different story. You can't deny how you responded to me.""Because of the mate bond!" I wrapped the