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
Ralph's POVPESTERI stood there for a moment, scanning my surroundings, tension building in my chest. A mix of anger and fear gripped me. The witch had only one purpose for being here, to ruin today’s ceremony.If I allowed her even the slightest opportunity, she would expose my weakness to everyone. And that would be the end of me.“Gavin!” My father's voice distracted my troubled thoughts. “What the hell are you doing standing there?” He questioned.I didn't reply to his question, I walked towards him. My stiff jaw released from his clench and my hands were no longer in a fist form.“You're keeping everyone waiting.” He complained.“Oh please, stop acting like you care about the people in there.” I said, walking away from him. He looked confused but he wasn't. He had an idea of what I was talking about.Iris stood there as I entered, her eyes glowing with happiness, it made me smile as I walked towards her in a haste and slipped her hand into mine.“Thank you, everyone," she said,
RALPH'S POVDEAL WITH THE DEVIL-RESSComplicated how?” Iris pressed, her concern deepening.Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door. I stood up and went over to check who it was.“Oh, I knew you would be here.” Helen said as she tried to stretch her head into the room but I blocked her from seeing anything.“Everyone wants you and Iris to be back at the mansion. It's important.”“Is everything okay?” I asked, panic had set it but broke off when she chuckled. “Everything is okay, what could go wrong?” She asked, looking at me with suspicious eyes.I shook my head. “Nothing. Iris and I will be there soon.” I replied to her as she smiled and walked away. If only she knew the battle I was trying to fight off just to make sure everything goes well tonight.I entered the room, Iris laid flat on the bed, looking at the ceilings. I walked slowly, watching her. With a slow move, I stayed on top of her. She chuckled. “It was Helen, right?”“Yeah. Everyone wants us at the feast.” I
IRIS'S POVA NEW TOGETHERI made my way toward Jerry, who was deep in conversation with Helen. Not long ago, I had spotted him with Gavin. As I approached, I interrupted their exchange.“Oh, my beautiful Luna,” Jerry exclaimed, handing his wine glass to Helen, his eyes lighting up as he turned to me. I shook my head, not in the mood for his teasing, though a small smile tugged at my lips.Jerry stepped closer, his grin widening. “You always have that effect, you know,” he said, his voice low and playful.I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress the warmth rising to my cheeks. "Don't start," I warned, though the amusement in my tone betrayed me.Helen, standing just behind him, smiled knowingly but remained quiet, sipping from the wine glass Jerry had handed her."Where's Gavin?" I asked, steering the conversation away from Jerry's usual antics.Jerry’s grin faltered slightly. "Oh, he’s around. You know Gavin, always moving, always plotting something."I raised an eyebrow. "Plotting?"He c
IRIS'S POVCOUPLE'S NIGHTAs the final notes of music faded into the night, the last of the guests trickled out, leaving behind an empty ballroom filled with the soft glow of candles and the lingering joy of celebration.The day had been nothing short of magical, but now, as Gavin stood beside me with his hand intertwined in mine, the energy between us shifted. The celebration was behind us, but tonight, our first night as husband and wife, was only just beginning.Gavin smiled at me, a quiet, knowing look in his eyes. Without a word, he led me outside, into the cool night air. The stars hung low in the sky, their light soft against the darkness.The car waited at the edge of the venue, and as we walked hand in hand toward it, I felt the full weight of the moment settle over me. This was it, the start of our new life together.We slid into the backseat, and as the car pulled away, I leaned into Gavin’s side, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around me, his thumb tracing
IRIS'S POVPOST-WEDDING DISAPPOINTMENTI woke up slowly, the warmth of the bed wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. For a moment, I smiled, remembering last night, our first night as husband and wife.I reached out, expecting to feel Gavin beside me, but the sheets were cold, empty. I blinked, frowning. Where was he? I sat up, brushing my hair out of my face, my eyes scanning the room. His scent still lingered, but he was gone.Maybe he was downstairs, making breakfast. I got out of bed, slipping on my robe. He’s probably planning something sweet, I thought, trying to calm the unease building in my chest. But as I descended the stairs, the faint sounds coming from the kitchen weren't Gavin's."Good morning, Mrs. Russell," the maid greeted me with a warm smile. She was standing over the stove, cooking what smelled like pancakes."Morning," I mumbled, glancing around. "Where's Gavin?""Oh, he's already gone to work," she said casually, flipping a pancake.I stared at her, my he
IRIS'S POVEXPOSED TRUTHBreakfast was a quiet affair, at least at first. The maids had laid out a beautiful spread, and the kids were happily digging into their pancakes and scrambled eggs.Gavin’s mother sat at the head of the table, sipping her coffee, and even Ciara had taken a seat, though she seemed more interested in her food than in anyone else.I, on the other hand, was trying to keep my focus on the kids. Logan, always curious, looked up from his plate and asked the question I had been dreading.“Mum, where’s Dad? Isn’t he coming to eat with us?”My stomach tightened. I glanced around the table, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on me. Ciara didn’t even look up, but I could feel her presence looming like a dark cloud.I didn’t want to admit the truth, didn’t want to say out loud that Gavin had left for work, of all things. But Logan deserved an answer, and I wasn’t about to lie to him.“He’s at work, sweetie,” I said softly, offering him a small smile. “He had something
IRIS'S POVCALL OF DUTYI barely had a chance to ask Gavin's mum about what Ciara had said. The tension from breakfast still lingered in the air, and my thoughts buzzed like a swarm of angry bees.Was it really true that Gavin couldn't change into his wolf form? I wanted to dismiss it as just another one of Ciara’s lies, but something about the way she said it made me doubt.Just then, my phone rang, interrupting my spiralling thoughts. Helen’s name flashed on the screen. I sighed, answering quickly.“Iris, your father wants to see you,” Helen said, her tone a mixture of business and friendship. She’s always been good at balancing the two, but right now I wasn’t in the mood.My father rarely called unless it was for something serious, or something that was about to make my life more complicated.I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Great. What now?"She paused, maybe sensing my irritation. “He’s waiting at the greenhouse. It's important.”Important. Of course. When wasn’t it? “Thanks, He
*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