LURKING ENEMY Iris' POV I stood there, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut, as Gavin's father walked away with a smug look on his face. His harsh words kept echoing in my mind, making my heart feel heavy and my thoughts a jumbled mess. What did he mean when he said I wasn't welcome? Did he really dislike me that much? And what was Gavin hiding? His father's words made me wonder if I was just a pawn in some game Gavin was playing. I tried to tell myself it didn't matter, that this was just a temporary arrangement, but the hurt and rejection I felt wouldn't go away. I felt like I'd been slapped in the face and couldn't shake off the sting. His father's dislike for me felt personal, and it hurt more than I expected.I have heard of Mr Williams of the Russel family several times but never have I ever heard that he was hostile. Or maybe I didn’t know it all like I thought. I paired what he said to what Ciara had said earlier and it made my stomach turn. The air in the building be
DANGER IN THE PACK Iris' POV June got shot. Helen ran out of the mansion and immediately sprang into action, her heart racing as she rushed to Jane's side. "Oh no, June! Oh God, no!" she exclaimed, scooping up her limp body in her arms. I spun around, scanning the area frantically for any sign of the shooter, but there was no time. Jane's eyes fluttered closed, and her head lolled back, a crimson stain spreading across her shoulder. "June, stay with me!" I begged, my voice trembling as I rushed alongside Helen. "Don't close your eyes, stay awake!" Helen hastened towards the mansion, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "We need to get her inside, now!" she yelled, bursting through the doors. I followed close behind, my eyes darting wildly around the room. "Where's the first aid kit? We need to stop the bleeding!" Helen laid June on the couch, her hands shaking as she ripped open June's jacket. The wound was deep, and blood gushed out, soaking the fabric. Helen grabbed a n
A LITTLE SEDUCTIONGavin's POVI slumped back in my office chair, rubbing my tired eyes. Two days had passed since I got officially engaged to Iris, and what should have been a joyful time was instead marred by a series of unsettling events. All these pack attacks by omegas who seemed to be under some sort of mind control. They were acting like higher-ranking werewolves, but with a feral edge that made them almost unrecognizable.What even worried me more that It wasn't just my pack that had been hit - Iris's pack had been attacked at the same time. And then, to make matters worse, someone had tried to assassinate Iris the moment she arrived at her territory. My heart still raced at the memory of it. I had almost lost her before we even had a chance to start our life together.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I was determined to get to the bottom of this, to find out who was behind these attacks and put a stop to it once and for all.As I sat there, my mind began to wander.
UNWANTED GUESTGavin's POV "That's it, little boy," I said, gently ruffling his hair. I wondered why my dad would try to involve a child in his schemes. I had warned him many times to stay away from anything involving Iris and me, but he won’t listen until I squeeze life out of him with my bare hands."Uncle Jerry said I could go toy shopping," Logan said, smiling widely, showing all his little teeth. "So I got something cute for Lyra.""That's sweet, Logan," I teased. "Lyra will be proud to have a thoughtful brother like you." I praised.Logan giggled softly."Come on, buddy, it's time to go," I said. I didn't want him to be seen around, especially during this critical time. I needed to keep him safe, or Iris would never forgive me."Bye, Daddy!" Logan exclaimed, running off with his little box. My dad would never seize to amaze me. Bringing our little boy into this was just out of it, I think he needs to be warned and I hope he doesn’t extend his hostility to my little Lyra. My
ALONE WITH GAVINCiara's POV I was so happy to finally be here with Gavin. It felt like I had ticked one of the boxes on my to-do list. I had wanted this for a while now. To be in his face every moment so he'll at least notice me and ditch that scumbag. But there’s a little problem, I'm not so happy. I know you would ask why because this is what I wanted badly but the reason is simple— the twins are here too. They are always around Gavin, talking to him and playing with him. I don't like it.Not to mention that Logan seized every opportunity he had to remind me of how bad I was and he was never going to accept me. That hurt but didn't matter so much. I wanted to be alone with Gavin, to have him all to myself, shove myself in his face until he falls for me, but the twins are always in the way. They are like a wall between us.Whenever I try to hold a conversation with Gavin. They interrupt us. I try to sit next to him, but they sit on either side of him. Arrggh!! I'm getting frust
THIN LINE BETWEEN MY BEAST AND I GAVIN’S POV I trudged into the bathroom, the fluorescent lights overhead flickering like my mood. I rubbed my tired eyes, the day's stress boldly still stamped on my face. I splashed water on my face, feeling the coolness calm my skin. It was a relief after a long, hot day. I felt some sort of calmness until I looked in the mirror, and I saw a worn-out man staring back. My eyes were red from looking at pictures of missing people, and my jaw was tight with frustration. I felt overwhelmed and helpless.For days, I've been racing from one attack scene to another. It seemed like no one was safe, especially Iris who was in their mouths. The people behind these attacks were ruthless and determined. I knew I had to stop them, but so far, I'd failed. That feeling of powerlessness made me feel even weaker.I stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over me, feeling it soak into my skin as I closed my eyes and gently massaged my head. I hadn't had
FIGHTING THE INNER MEGavin's POV “Daddy, did you want to hurt her?” Lyra asked as I patted her back slowly trying to put her back to sleep. I was at a loss for words and didn’t know what to say. But I had to say something else: she will keep being scared.“Errmmm, no baby, I didn’t want to, I was just, you know… angry.” She wanted to say something else and I didn’t want that because she could ask one question after another until morning. “Don’t say anything else dear, just close your eyes and go to bed so I’ll get you ice cream by morning,” I bribed. She stayed quiet shitting her eyes and allowing sleep engulf her.After ensuring Lyra was safe and sound in her bed, I walked towards my room and stumbled on Ciara who was still cowering in the corner of the staircase. I knew I had to get her out of there, not just for my sake but for Lyra's as well. I couldn't let my daughter see her like this, and I definitely couldn't let Ciara's presence upset me further. I felt like smacking her
MY HISTORY Gavin's POV As I grew older, my condition became a whispered secret among the high officials of the pack. They knew about my unpredictable wolf, Gray, and how he could burst free at any moment. But despite the fear that radiated from those who encountered me, my father saw something in me that no one else did - potential.Before I turned 17, my father awarded me a high rank within the pack. It was a move that shocked everyone, including myself. I was just a child, still learning to control Gray, and yet I was given a position of power.But my father had a plan. He wanted me to look like a suitable alpha and so, he began to groom me, teaching me the ways of leadership and how to make decisions that would influence the pack.One incident that stands out in my mind was when a group of rogue wolves threatened to attack our pack. They were a fierce and savage bunch, and our pack was on high alert. My father called a meeting with the high officials to discuss what to do.I was
*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