IRIS'S POVBITCH!The time was flying so fast, my mother had just died and now, I was going to be crowned the next Luna. But first, I had to get married to Gavin, whom my father didn't like for me but who cares. He knew nothing about Gavin.“I can see you staring at me.” Gavin teased and glanced at me while he drove. He was driving us to see the kids, I missed them so much. Maybe, just maybe they could quench the sorrow eating me up at the moment.“I'm sorry.”“Don't apologise, I like it when you stare at me. It assures me that you still love me.” He teased again, or rather was trying to be flirtatious.“Just drive and stop making me cringe.”He chuckled.“Thank you.” I said, making my voice intentionally appreciative.“For what exactly? Making you cringe?” He teased again.“For everything. Being here for me even after I pushed you away severally. You never left.”“And why would I leave? If I do, you won't be able to survive on your own. Although if I did leave, I did trust you in Hel
IRIS'S POVTREATING THE BITCH'S F**K UP“You need to eat a lot, Iris. You look so lean.” Gavin's mother suggested, she carefully pass me some red meat from the bowl as we're together at the dining table.I smiled. “Thanks Mrs Russell.” I muttered out. She gasped. “The formality irritates me, correct yourself right now.”“I'm sorry, mum.”Our little conversation made the kids begin to laugh before you know it, lyra began to cough.I rushed some water into her mouth, I was sitting next to her so I easily par her back gently as she drank the water. “You both should have some table manner.” I instructed the kids.“Sorry mummy.” They both apologized in unison.Gavin darted his gaze towards them and stared at me, a knowing look on his face as if telling me to take it easy on them. He was the cool parent but I wasn't and I didn't know how to be one.I'd tried in the following years or maybe I shouldn't, they would eventually grow up to be teenage wolves and they'd become rebellious if Gavin
GAVIN'S POVHASTY DECISION“You've taken two days off without my permission, Do you have anything to say about that?”Jerry stood there, his facial expression trying to be innocent but he was guilty of not being active in the office for two days while I was with the kids and Iris.“I'm guilty, I know. But I called you last night.”“I know that, but I didn't ask why you've been absent from the office. I wasn't here and you weren't either. I want explanations for that, Jerry.”“I was helping a friend, in her state of grief.” he explained. But I knew that even before he began to explain himself. Him and Helen were a thing already and I was beginning to wonder when he would tell me about it.“Friend? You mean Helen, right?”He nodded honestly, “I have nothing to hide, you know it all already.”He sat down, the seat across from me. “Now, it's time to tell me your secret. Man to man, Gavin. How did you convince Miss Iris all over again? She was mad days ago, now you both are all lovey-dovey
IRIS'S POVMARRIAGE, TOMORROW?Neither Helen nor I wanted to apologise to each other. Who was going to be the matured one amongst us? I had caused the quarrel but she took the whole thing seriously and didn't decide to come for my mum's burial ceremony.Matured or not, I was already standing at her apartment. I braced myself as I walked into her house, ready to ask for her forgiveness.My mum wouldn't be happy wherever she is if she knew I had pushed Helen away. Amongst everything my mother wanted for me, she wanted me to have Helen by my side forever.She was more than my personal assistant, but she was a best friend, one that I was ready to swallow my pride for and apologise.I opened the door gently, I looked around, expecting to see her in the sitting room but she wasn't there. I entered and before I could shout out her name to notify my presence in her house, she descended the staircase, oblivious of my presence.“Jerry, is that you?” She asked but when she saw me, her mood chang
IRIS'S POVWE BOTH AGREEI had rushed back to Gavin's mother mansion immediately Gavin called to tell me the wedding was tomorrow. Why tomorrow? I would know soon enough.I opened the door to the living room and walked in. “My love is back.” Gavin stood up to his feet, he was seated on the dining chair in the dinning room before he walked up to me, taking my hands. I was speechless.There was a bottle of champagne on the table, and dinner. I glared at him then darted my gaze towards the table. “What's happening, Gavin?”“It’s a celebration… celebrating the last night of being a bachelor and you being a spinster.” Gavin explained.“What's the rush with the wedding? Tomorrow? Isn't it all in a rush? Hold on…did my father pressure you to…” before I could complete my speech, he placed his finger on my lips, shushing me up in the most romantic way.“It's the best thing to do, Iris. No one pressured me… well maybe the pack advisors did a little pressuring. But come to think about it, don't
IRIS'S POVWEDDING DAYIf I had imagined anything the most, it was to get married someday. I didn't quite imagine it would be with Gavin, because my imaginations didn't clearly showcase the face of the man I'd kiss on the aisle.Helen grumbled, distracting my thoughts as the makeup artist worked on my being beautiful today.“I'm so going to murder someone. Where the hell is she and why isn't she picking my calls? She's definitely doing this on purpose, delaying everything.” Helen complained, pacing around my bedroom.I had gone back home very early, I couldn't stay in Gavin's mother's mansion and so did Gavin. We wouldn't want to spoil the effect of marriage. The bride and groom had to be far away from each other until it was time for the wedding.It was all superstition, but my mum and Gavin's mum believed it so much. It was another way to feel my mother was here with me on this day, obeying every word she told me for my wedding day before she died.“Who's this she?”“The damn hairst
GAVIN’S POVWEDDING DAY 2"Gosh, Gavin, you've been staring at that mirror forever," Jerry grumbled, glancing at his wristwatch. "Everyone's probably waiting at the pack grounds by now."I adjusted my suit, running a hand through my hair before smiling at his reflection. "I'm the groom, Jerry, not you. I need to make sure I look perfect. This is the day I've been waiting for, and now that it’s finally here, I have every right to make sure I'm looking my best."Jerry scoffed, stepping forward to fix my collar. "Too good, maybe. You’ll have every she-wolf falling for you at your own wedding. Iris won’t be thrilled about that."I chuckled, meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Doesn't matter who falls for me. Iris is the one I'm marrying today."Jerry stepped back, giving me a once-over before nodding in approval. "You look sharp, man. Just make sure you don’t take all day. Iris might think you’ve ditched her at the altar."I laughed, shaking my head as I turned away from the mirror. "That’s
RALPH'S POVWITCH AT THE WEDDINGThe pack officiant’s voice slowly sharpened back into focus, pulling me out of the trance I’d fallen into while staring at Iris.His words were calm and steady as he spoke of love, unity, and the bond we were about to solidify. But for me, the meaning was deeper, it was about Iris and the life we were about to build.He motioned for us to join hands, and the warmth of her fingers slipping into mine steadied my breath.The pack, usually rowdy and full of life, was completely silent, hanging on every word. The importance of this ceremony wasn't just about us, it was about the pack, too. A bond like ours signified strength, stability, and the future of our people."Today," the officiant continued, "we witness the union of two souls, bound not only by love but by the strength they bring to each other. Together, they will lead us into tomorrow."Iris squeezed my hand lightly, and I glanced over at her, meeting her eyes again.Her expression was full of love
*NO POV* HAPPY EVER AFTER The next morning dawned clear and bright, the warmth of sunlight filling the hospital room where Gavin’s mother, Mrs. Russell, lay resting. Gavin, Iris, and the kids entered, greeted by her gentle smile. Lyra and Logan rushed to their grandmother’s side, their laughter filling the room as they shared stories of their bravery, their voices animated and full of life. Mrs. Russell’s laughter was a soft sound, joyful and content as she listened to her grandchildren, her heart brimming with pride and relief. Iris watched the scene with a smile, holding Gavin’s hand as they stood by. It was a moment of family, of love, and of hope, one she’d longed for but hadn’t allowed herself to truly believe could happen. And now, it was here. The threat of Tyler was gone, and they could finally start to heal, to rebuild, and to look forward without the shadow of fear hanging over them. Just as they were leaving the hospital, Iris’s phone buzzed, and she saw her father’s
GAVIN'S POV BATTLE WON Night had come and the moon shone on the war ground. It was cool and dark, and the clearing was quiet before the storm. Iris and I alongside Iris's father, took our wolf forms, our muscles tense, eyes gleaming with fury and determination. Tyler’s rogue wolves surrounded us, an overwhelming number against only three, but that didn’t matter. We were here to end this, and they would do it together. Tyler, towering and ruthless, commanded his wolves forward, sneering with a dark pleasure as the ambush ensued. The fight was brutal, claws tearing into flesh, growls echoing through the trees, and the thick scent of blood filling the air. Each wolf knew their place in this battle, and none were willing to give an inch. Iris fought with the strength of every wrong she’d suffered, every harm Tyler had caused. She had only just discovered that this twisted man was her stepbrother, a revelation that was almost incomprehensible. But the bond of blood didn’t erase his
JERRY'S POV SAVED The dim corridors seemed endless, but Helen and I kept moving, pushing through each door, each obstacle, with only one thought in our minds—finding Lyra and Logan. The scent trail was faint but clear enough for us to follow, mixed with the reek of rogues we’d taken down along the way. My hands were still shaking from adrenaline as we moved swiftly through this maze, hearts pounding. Just then, we caught sight of a room ahead, voices muffled behind the thick door. I motioned for Helen to stay quiet as we moved closer, pressing my ear against the door. I heard a voice, shrill and taunting, and my blood ran cold as it registered. It couldn’t be… Ciara. She was supposed to be dead, lost in the flames at the station. Yet, there she was, alive, and from the sound of it, taking pleasure in tormenting Gavin’s kids. My jaw clenched, a mix of rage and shock roiling inside me. “Jerry… is that…?” Helen’s voice was barely a whisper, her expression as horrified as mine. “Y
GAVIN'S POV The walls of the cell pressed in on me, cold and unyielding, as Jerry and I worked tirelessly to remove the device clamped around our necks. Every time I twisted my fingers around its edges, a fresh surge of anger rushed through me, fueling me to keep trying even though the damn thing wouldn’t budge. I needed to get to Iris and the kids. I couldn’t stand the thought of them in danger, held somewhere in this hellish place by people who’d already done so much damage. Jerry, sweating and grimacing, glanced at me, and I could see the same desperation in his eyes. “We’ve got to get these off if we’re going to get anywhere.” “Tell me something I don’t know,” I muttered, forcing another yank at the device. My mind raced, trying to figure out how I’d get to Iris, how we’d find Logan and Lyra. The thought of Ciara, of her twisted satisfaction if she succeeded in hurting them, made my fists clench until my knuckles ached. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down th
IRIS'S POV MY STEPBROTHER IS THE DEVIL The sharp sting of pain sliced through my head as I staggered forward, clutching the back of my skull where a rogue’s first had landed hard. My vision swam, but I forced myself to stay focused. I had to get to Logan and Lyra. I’d seen Ciara pulling them toward a waiting car, but this ambush by her pack of rogues was forcing me into a fight, wasting precious seconds. I planted my feet, fists raised, and fought back. With each punch, kick, and dodge, the fiery need to protect my children fueled my every move. One of the rogues lunged at me, but I ducked and drove my fist into his ribs, hearing him grunt in pain. But there were too many of them. I knew I couldn’t last long. Just as I managed to kick another rogue back, I heard someone calling my name. My blood ran cold as I glanced over my shoulder, spotting my father. He’d followed me, and now he was calling out, looking stunned to see me in this fight. For a heartbeat, I was caught off guard
IRIS'S POV CIARA'S NOT DEAD As I pulled away from the hospital, the fleeting moments of joy faded, replaced by a creeping sense of unease. Just as I rounded the corner toward the ice cream shop, a familiar car pulled into the hospital parking lot. My heart sank as I recognized my father’s imposing figure stepping out of the vehicle. He spotted me immediately, his face set in that stern expression I knew all too well. The last thing I wanted right now was to deal with him, not when I was finally trying to focus on my kids and my own peace of mind. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm as he approached. “Iris!” he called, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. I hesitated, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I knew it would only lead to discussions about the pack, expectations, and everything I was trying to escape. “Dad, I really don’t have time right now,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “This is impor
IRIS'S POV GRANDMA'S IS WELL AGAIN I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white as I navigated the winding roads leading to the hospital. Lyra and Logan chartered excitedly in the backseat, their youthful energy a stark contrast to the heaviness in my heart. As much as I tried to focus on their laughter, my mind was consumed with worry for Gavin, Helen, and Jerry. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow inside the car, but I felt none of its warmth. My fingers tapped anxiously against the leather of the steering wheel as I tried to push away the nagging thoughts swirling in my mind. They should have answered by now. Where were they? Had they found Helen? With each passing moment, my anxiety deepened. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. I had insisted that Gavin stay behind to focus on the search for Helen, but I had a sinking feeling that he was in danger, too. The thought of anything happening to him made my stomach
HELEN'S POV FIESTY LITTLE HELEN As I was pulled down the hallway, I turned back, my eyes searching for a glimpse of my friends. “Gavin! Jerry!” I shouted, straining against the rogue’s grip. “Don’t worry about me! I’ll find a way out!” But the rogues only tightened their hold, their expressions cold and unfeeling. “Save your breath,” one of them sneered. “You’ll need it for later.” We turned a corner, and the corridor opened up into a lavishly appointed bedroom, a stark contrast to the sterile environment I had just left. The walls were draped in deep crimson, adorned with elaborate tapestries that seemed to watch me as I was thrust inside. The plush furnishings and decadent decor felt like a mockery of the grim reality I faced. The Boss stepped in behind me, his presence suffocating as he surveyed the room. “Welcome to my humble abode, Helen,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I trust you’ll find it… comfortable.” I fought against the rogues as they pushed me forward, fear cl
HELEN'S POV As I stood in the oppressive darkness of the chamber, the tension in the air thickened like a tangible force. The Boss's gaze was piercing, and his smile seemed to carry the weight of impending doom. I could feel every heartbeat echoing in my ears, a reminder that I had to remain resolute, even as fear threatened to wrap around my throat like a vice. "What do you want from me?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the tremor in my hands. The Boss stepped closer, his presence looming like a shadow stretching across the floor. "You are here because I have an interest in your little pack and Luna's precious alliances. You see, Helen, it’s not just about capturing Iris. It’s about breaking her spirit, dismantling everything she holds dear." His tone was smooth, almost persuasive, as if he believed I would crumble under his words. I shook my head, anger flaring within me. "You’re wrong if you think you can use me to get to her. You don't know her at all. She