ASHER’S POVThe unexpected sight of the witch, Tacha, sent a jolt of surprise through me. Her ageless beauty, as haunting as a moonlit night, was still intact. Her eyes, twin pools of otherworldly luminescence, bore into mine, and I wondered how many souls had been ensnared by their hypnotic gaze. But, thankfully, she wasn’t the flame that attracted my moth. Tacha was a venomous viper disguised as a harmless dove, and only a fool would mistake her for anything less than what she truly is - a witch.“Why are you here, Tacha?” I asked, my voice echoing through the silent expanse of my house. The air thickened with ancient magic as she stepped closer, her eyes resembling twin pools of obsidian. She feigned shock, dramatically placing her hand over her heart, before chiding me for my lack of hospitality. “Is that how you greet an old friend?”A chuckle escaped my lips as I retorted, “Tacha, you’re no friend of mine. State your business or leave.”Tacha nodded, her lips curving into a sa
LISA’S POVI awoke abruptly, my eyelids fluttering open to reveal the stark white ceiling above me. The dream I had just been immersed in was so vivid and tangible that it took me a moment to anchor myself back in reality.I had dreamt of being bound and left for dead, only to be rescued by Alpha Asher. The memory of his strong arms enveloping me and his voice whispering reassurances in my ear felt so real that I could almost believe it had actually happened.As I lay there, the reality of my situation began to dawn on me. I wasn’t in Jonas’s room but in Asher’s. The warm glow that seem to be familiar with his room was present. His scent, a comforting reminder of his presence, lingered in the air.I was also in his bed, the sheets soft against my skin, unlike the cold, hard floor that Jonas had forced me to sleep on.“Jonas!” I gasped. Fear began to creep in as I thought about him. Was he back and looking for me? What would he do if he found me here, in Asher’s room? The thought of fa
LISA’S POVThe room was filled with the gentle aroma of chamomile tea, enveloping me like a warm hug. I was on the verge of savoring a sip of the tea, its steam twirling in the air, when the door creaked open.Silas, a figure of quiet strength, walked in. His eyes, a stormy sea of emotions, widened when he saw me standing there. His gaze moved briefly between Scarlett and me. He hurried to my side in a matter of seconds. His voice, laced with concern, broke the silence, “How are you feeling now that you’re awake?”I responded, my voice barely above a whisper, “I’m fine,” even though I still felt a bit weak. Silas, his gentleness contradict his rugged exterior, took the teacup from my hand. He set it aside, the ceramic surface clinking against the wooden table, and guided me back to the bed, his hand firm on my arm.“You need to rest,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “But I–” I want to protest, but Silas cut me off, “It’s Alpha Asher’s instruction.”I nodded, my head f
WRITER’S POVIn the aftermath of their chilling encounter with the Alpha’s ruthless brother, the Bonet brothers, Jax and Max, found themselves entangled in a web of secrecy. Along with their friend Caleb, they navigated through maze-like planning.Their mission was unchanging: to rescue Lisa. It was a task that demanded they tread lightly and remain unseen. Yet, an unsettling sensation clawed at Jax’s nerves. A persistent feeling of being watched from the shadows, one he couldn’t seem to shake off.Jax’s eyes darted towards the dense underbrush. "I sense we’re being watched," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against the silence. "Unseen eyes, tracking our every move, lying in wait to strike just like the last time."Max scoffed. “Jax, you’re just being paranoid,” Max said, dismissing his brother’s fears. “If they ever come back here, we will be ready. But for now, you need to put your fears aside. It’s all in your head.”Jax wanted to argue, but he couldn’t shake off
WRITER’S POVHer grip on him was surprisingly firm. Her eyes bore into his, and her voice carried an urgency that made him pause.“Will you be at the village festival tonight?” she asked, her fingers still gripping his wrist.Max blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. "Yes," he replied cautiously, "It’s an annual tradition. How about you?" He inquired, his eyes moving to settle on her injured leg.Her gaze dropped to her injured legs, wrapped in makeshift bandages. “I had planned to attend,” she confessed, “but now, I fear I won’t manage.”“Rest is wise,” Max advised. “You should stay home and take care of your leg and stepmother.”Her nod held both gratitude and something deeper—an unspoken plea. As he turned away, she tightened her grip on his wrist, her fingers cool against his skin as his pulse quickened.“Then I must warn you,” she said. “Listen carefully. You must leave before midnight strikes. If you and your brother want to survive, heed my warning.”Max furrowed his bro
WRITER’S POVJax and Max stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes tracking Caleb as he vanished once more into a group of giggling girls. Max swiveled towards Jax, his brow furrowed with worry."What do we do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Jax shrugged, his gaze distant. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice mirroring Max's whisper. "But we have to wait and see."Max nodded, "Alright."As they stood there, wine glasses delicately cradled in their hands, Max nudged Jax with a subtle elbow. His gaze discreetly drifted towards a group of girls, their eyes sparkling with interest and casting flirtatious glances their way. “It appears you’ve attracted some admirers,” he teased.Jax shrugged him off nonchalantly. A hint of annoyance flashed in his deep-set eyes, momentarily replacing the usual calm. “I’m not interested,” he stated firmly, his voice resolute and leaving no room for further discussion.Max raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “Is that so? Or
ASHER’S POVSmoke filled the air, thick and suffocating, as I ventured into the remnants of the village. The homes, once full of life, were now partly burnt out, their wooden frames ravaged by the relentless fire. The fire seemed to mock the sky, its flames dancing and flickering as they ascended ever higher. The villagers huddled together, their fear palpable as they struggled for survival. Their eyes pleaded for aid, but their cries for help were drowned out by the noise. I surveyed the surroundings, absorbing every minute detail. The earth beneath my boots was scorched, drenched in blood, bearing silent testimony to the battle that had transpired here. Blood stained the stones, a vivid red marking the site of the fierce battle. The lifeless bodies of people and rogues were strewn about, their forms twisted and shattered in death’s final dance. The rogue wolves had shown no mercy, their claws and teeth carving a deadly trail. “Why would the rogues attack this peaceful village?” I
ASHER’S POVThe air was thick with anticipation as I stood before the Bonnet brothers, a sense of foreboding clawing at my insides.I had a hunch that these boys held the key to the mystery surrounding Lisa. “Would you mind taking a walk with us?” I asked.“Are you sure about this?” my beta questioned, his eyes filled with concern. I nodded, turning to the one who had introduced himself as Max, awaiting his reply.He looked shocked by my offer. “Yes, I will,” he agreed. However, before we could set off, two more boys appeared - the same ones that were with him back at the hall.“I’m Jax Bonnet,” one of them introduced himself, “and this is our friend, Caleb. We’d like to come with you.”I nodded, gesturing for them to join us. As we walked, I could feel the questions bubbling up inside me. I wanted to know everything about Lisa - her childhood, the accident that caused her to lose her memory. However, I was also afraid of what I might discover.What if it turned out exactly as I had h
Kiara’s POVA Year LaterA year has gone by so quickly, and a lot has changed around the pack. Most of the changes were good ones, especially with the arrival of our son, Leon.Asher decided to name our son Leon after his late father, the former Alpha. Leon is a cute little boy; he has Asher's blue eyes and cheeks but my smile.I didn't think I would be capable of loving anyone more than I already loved Asher, but Leon came after nine months of growing within me and stole all my love. Asher doesn't mind that he has because he has his love as well.I gazed lovingly at my little family, feeling my heart swell with pride and happiness. Asher, my mate, was playing with our son Leon, tickling his belly and making him giggle uncontrollably.Leon was still a baby, only four months old, and couldn't speak yet, but he could convey so much joy and excitement with his coos and babbles."Ga ga ga!" Leon squealed, reaching up to grab Asher's hair.Asher chuckled, gently untangling his hair from Le
Kiara’s POVThe Hunting Festival was finally here. Asher and I, dressed in our hunting attire, walked side by side to the village square. The full moon cast a silver glow over the village, and the air was electric with excitement.We had been preparing for this night for weeks, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me. As we reached the square, Asher raised his hands, and the chatter of the pack members died down.“Friends, family, and fellow pack members," he began, his voice clear and strong. "Tonight, we gather for the ancient tradition of the Hunting Festival. Remember, the rules are simple: no cheating, no harming fellow pack members, and respect for the prey."He paused, surveying the crowd with a stern expression. "We hunt for food, for survival, and for the thrill of the chase. Let us honor our ancestors and the land we call home."With a nod, Asher declared, "The Hunting Festival is now open! May the best hunters win, and may the spirits of the land guide us."The
Kiara's POVThree months had passed since the darkness that had haunted our pack for so long was finally vanquished. The memory of Jonas' death still lingered, but Asher had come to terms with his actions, and the pack was once again at peace. The night crawlers, those terrifying creatures that had terrorized us for so long, had disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared—a clear sign that Tacha's evil influence was truly gone.As I walked through the pack's village, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and hope. Our pack was thriving once more, and Asher's leadership was stronger than ever. As for me, I had never been happier. Asher and I were building a life together, and the future looked brighter than ever.But amidst all this joy, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. My brothers, Jax and Max, were preparing to leave the village, returning to their family farm to start a new chapter in their lives. No matter how much I tried to convince them to stay, they just couldn’
Asher’s POVThe days in the clinic passed slowly, each one a blur of pain, healing, and the constant presence of Kiara. Her unwavering support was a balm to my soul, but there was a darkness within me that even she couldn’t fully reach.I could see the worry in her eyes, the way she watched me as if afraid I’d slip away—not just physically, but emotionally.But I kept up a strong front. I was the Alpha, after all. My pack needed me to be strong, to lead them without showing any form of weakness. Yet, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Jonas’s lifeless face, felt the weight of the decision I’d made.One evening, after everyone had left and the clinic was quiet, Kiara curled up beside me on the bed, her head resting on my chest. I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the warmth of her body against mine. It was comforting, a reminder that I wasn’t alone, even if it felt that way sometimes.“Asher,” she whispered into the darkness, her voice barely above a breath. “You kn
**Asher’s POV**The world around me was a blur of pain and shadows. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my body heavy and unresponsive. Every breath was a struggle, each one reminding me of the fight I’d just endured, of the choices I’d made—choices that would haunt me forever.But through the haze, one thing remained constant: Kiara. Her presence was an anchor, keeping me grounded in the world of the living. I could feel her hand in mine, warm and steady, as if she were pouring her strength into me, willing me to stay with her. I fought to open my eyes, to see her, to reassure her that I was still here. When I finally managed to crack them open, the first thing I saw was her face, close to mine, her expression a mixture of exhaustion and fierce determination. Even in her weariness, she was beautiful—more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."Kiara," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but she heard me. She always did. Her eyes softened, and she leaned closer, her touch g
Kiara’s POVJax and Max stopped their antics, grinning at each other in triumph. "That was awesome!" Max exclaimed.But I just growled, my eyes fixed on Tacha. "You're not controlling me anymore," I snarled. "It's time to put an end to this."Tacha sneered, but I could see the fear lurking in her eyes. She knew she was beaten.I charged forward, my wolf form propelling me toward Tacha with lightning speed. My claws extended, ready to strike, and my teeth bared, prepared to sink into her flesh.Tacha tried to defend herself, but I was too fast. I pinned her to the ground, my claws digging deep into her shoulders, and my teeth sank into her arm.She screamed in pain, trying to struggle free, but I held tight. I could feel her dark magic coursing through her veins, trying to break free, but I was determined to stop her.With a fierce growl, I bit down harder, my teeth sinking deeper into her flesh and tearing off both her arms. Tacha's eyes widened in agony, and she let out a deafening s
Kiara’s POVAs I stood there, the dagger still clutched in my hand, a wave of horror washed over me. What had I done? Asher, my love, my mate, lay motionless on the ground, a victim of my own hand. Tacha’s cackling laughter echoed in my mind, and I knew I was still under her control. But a spark within me refused to be extinguished. I remembered Asher’s words, his love, his trust in me. With a surge of adrenaline, I fought back against Tacha’s control. It was like trying to break free from chains, but I gritted my teeth and focused on Asher’s face. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I felt Tacha’s grip on my mind loosen. I took a step back, the dagger slipping from my fingers. “Asher,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I dropped to my knees beside him, cradling his head in my lap. His eyes flickered open again, and he gazed up at me, pain and confusion etched on his face. “Kiara?” he whispered. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “I’m so sorry, Asher. I couldn’t stop her.” A
Asher’s POV"Alright, let's go over the whole plan one more time," I said, scanning the room, locking eyes with each person present."Jax and Max, you two will create a diversion at the front entrance. Jonas, you're with me. We'll sneak in through the back and grab her. Kiara, you're our ace in the hole. Once we've got her, you'll take care of the rest."I turned to Jonas, who stood with his arms crossed, his face completely expressionless. His demeanor was suspicious, and I clenched my hands into fists."Jonas, I mean it," I warned. "I don't want to see even a hint of betrayal. You're with us, or you're against us. And if you're against us, I won't hesitate to end you."Jonas didn’t flinch; his expression remained bland and relaxed, almost as if he was bored."I'm with you, Asher," he said flatly. "Don't worry about me."I narrowed my eyes, trying to read him. But there was nothing to read. He was a blank slate, making it even more irritating to look at him."Good," I said finally. "
Asher’s POVKiara's voice was a mixture of disbelief and anger. "You let him out? Asher, he’s dangerous! He’s the reason we’re in this mess in the first place.""I know," I said, my voice steady. "But he has information we need. If we’re going to stop Tacha, we need to know everything he knows. I’ll make sure he doesn’t cause any more harm."Kiara shook her head, frustration evident in her eyes. "I can’t believe you trusted him. What if he’s doing all this just to lead us into another trap?""I don’t trust him," I clarified. "But I need him. We need him. And I’ll be watching him closely."Kiara sighed, her expression softening slightly. "Alright, Asher. I trust you. But please, be careful.""I will," I promised, squeezing her hand. "We’ll get through this together."Kiara nodded, though worry still lingered in her eyes. "What’s the plan?""I’m going to meet with Jonas again," I said. "Get more details about the ritual and the spell. In the meantime, I need you to stay safe. Stay here