GAVIN POVCONFRONTATIONThe wind cut through me as I drove, my mind racing with the weight of everything that had happened. I could feel the tension in my muscles, every fibre of me straining to stay calm, but the closer I got to my father’s mansion, the harder it became to keep it together.He was the root of this curse, the reason I couldn’t shift into my wolf form, the reason I’d lost Iris. All the years of staying silent, of trying to make peace with what he’d done, it was over. I was done letting his mistakes destroy my life.When I arrived, the mansion loomed before me, cold and imposing, much like the man who lived inside. I hadn’t been here in years, not since I realised I couldn’t trust him. I parked the car, staring at the front door for a long moment, gathering my thoughts, my anger simmering just beneath the surface.I marched up to the door, not bothering to knock. The old staff still worked here, and they let me in without a word, their eyes widening in surprise when the
GAVIN'S POVCIARA'S VISITI left my father’s estate, the weight of the confrontation still heavy in my chest. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed him now.The witch’s threats were real, and if there was any hope of undoing the curse, I had to find a way through him. But that didn’t mean I trusted him, not for a second.The drive back to my house was long and quiet. I kept thinking about Iris, her face when she saw that message, the look of betrayal in her eyes. It gutted me. I had thought I was protecting her by keeping the truth from her, but all I’d done was push her away.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the house felt emptier than ever. I hadn’t been back since she took the kids to the Green family estate. My mind raced with everything I had to do, but all I wanted to do was collapse. Still, I couldn’t stop. Not now.I sat on the couch, my head in my hands, the weight of it all pressing down on me. What if I couldn’t fix this? What if the curse was irreversible, and Ir
IRIS'S POVTHE KIDS WANTS DADDYWe were all gathered around the breakfast table, sunlight streaming in through the windows, but something felt off.Maybe it was the fact that Gavin wasn't here with us, I felt bad for leaving. Did I do the right thing by leaving? I could have stayed, just maybe I would be able to forgive him faster. At least the kids were here with me, I was glad about that but were they glad about having just me around them. They needed their daddy too but I was keeping them away from Gavin.I looked at them, they sat across from me, and then I noticed Logan. He wasn’t touching his food, just pushing it around on his plate. I could feel the tension building in me, like a dam about to break.“Logan, honey, what’s wrong? Is the meal not to your liking?” I asked, trying to keep my voice soft, though I already knew where this was heading.He looked up at me, his little face serious. “I want to see Daddy.”I felt a knot tighten in my chest. “You can’t see Daddy right now
GAVIN'S POVCAUGHT BY MISTAKEI woke up early, the way I always do. For a moment, I reached out my hand, expecting to feel Iris beside me, only to remember she wasn’t here.The emptiness on her side of the bed hit me like a punch in the gut, her scent still faint on the sheets. It hadn’t faded yet, just like the ache in my chest. I missed her. Everything felt wrong without her and the kids around.As I lay there, trying to push away the heaviness, reality came crashing back. Ciara. She’d come barging into my house last night, uninvited, unwelcome.I pushed myself up from the bed, quickly threw on a shirt, and headed toward the guest room. I needed to make sure she was gone, just as she promised.When I reached the door, I knocked firmly, my patience already running thin. The door creaked open, and there she was, Ciara, standing in nothing but a towel wrapped around her body.I froze for a second, taken aback, then immediately turned my gaze away, irritation boiling up inside me.“What
IRIS'S POVMORE BETRAYALSAs I stormed out of Gavin’s mansion, my heart pounded against my chest, each beat pulsing with a mixture of fury and disbelief.How could he? How could he do this to me, to us, after everything? I wasn’t even gone for two days, and he was already back to Ciara.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white as I sped down the road, heading back to the Greenhouse.My mind raced with thoughts of betrayal. I had gone to his house to talk things through, to figure out how we could deal with his curse together, at least for the sake of the kids.And what did I find? Ciara, half-dressed in his house. I didn’t see him kiss her, didn’t catch them in bed, but just knowing she was there was enough. I wasn’t stupid, something must’ve happened between them.Tears of frustration welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back, refusing to let myself cry over this. Over him.My phone rang, cutting through my furious thoughts. I glanced at the screen, expecting to se
GAVIN'S POVAFTER IRISI had ran after Iris and I watched Iris drive away, her car speeding down the long driveway like she couldn’t get away fast enough. My heart pounded in my chest, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, helpless.The weight of everything came crashing down on me, her anger, her hurt, and the look of betrayal in her eyes. I couldn’t stop her, couldn’t even explain. She didn’t give me the chance. And I hated it. I hated how much I had failed her.But there was one person I could confront. One person who caused this whole mess. My blood was boiling as I turned around and marched back into the house, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.Ciara. She had done this. She had destroyed any chance I had in getting back with Iris, all because she was a jealous and manipulative freak.As I approached the guest room where she had stayed, my steps were heavy, each one fueled by the anger rising inside me.I threw open the door without knocking, and there she was, sitting on the edg
GAVIN'S POVNOT FORGIVENI pulled up in front of the Green house, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew coming here was risky. Iris had made it clear she needed space, and I had promised to respect that. But after everything that had happened, I couldn’t stay away. Not after she had left so angry, thinking I had betrayed her.Ciara’s lies had twisted everything, and I needed to set things straight before it spiraled even further. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Iris, not when I had already lost so much.I walked up to the door, the familiar scent of the garden surrounding me. It used to feel like home, but now, standing here, everything felt uncertain. I knocked, each thud of my fist against the wood echoing my heartbeat. A few moments passed before the door opened.It was Helen. Her expression was guarded, her eyes narrowing slightly when she saw me.“Gavin,” she greeted, her tone cool. “Iris isn’t here.”I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “I know. I just... I need to talk to h
IRIS'S POVWHO'S THE MASTERMIND MR GREEN?After Gavin left the house, a wave of exhaustion hit me, followed by a deep, gnawing sadness. The kind of sadness that settles in your bones and refuses to leave, no matter how much you try to shake it off.I sat down heavily on the couch, staring blankly at the door he had just walked out of. My heart was in pieces. Why was this happening? How did it come to this?Helen sat down beside me, her eyes filled with concern. I knew she wanted to say something, but for a long moment, neither of us spoke.I was too lost in my own thoughts, my mind replaying everything that had happened at Gavin’s mansion. Ciara’s smug face, her towel-clad body in his house, our home.The betrayal I felt when I saw her there, standing like she had every right to be. It was a wound I wasn’t sure I could heal from.Finally, Helen broke the silence. “Iris, what happened back there?” she asked gently. “You said you saw Ciara in Gavin’s house. Can you tell me what happened
*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