Gerald, my Beta, stood beside me, discussing the latest developments in the company and the pack.His voice was a steady hum in the background, but my mind wasn’t on the quarterly figures or the pack’s new security measures. It hadn’t been for a while.“Alpha, the new investment looks promising,” Gerald said, tapping a particular document.“We might expect a substantial return at the end of the next quarter.”I nodded absentmindedly; my eyes were flicking over the page but in my mind, I was somewhere else - thinking about her - Annabeth.The name lingered in my head like an old song that had started coming back too often these days.Years since she left; years without her sight. For so long I avoided thinking about her, hiding everything too deep down inside me believing that I had moved on.But recently things had changed; there was kind of a pull that was coming from deep down inside my soul which I couldn’t resist anymore. It was that bond of mates I tried to tear out of my heart b
ANNA’S POV“Anna, you have to run down here,” Rita’s voice shook through the phone and every word she said had panic in it. I became anxious; fear rose and my breathing became faster. “Rita, what is it?” I asked trying to sound as calm as possible although inside of me a storm is brewing. “I hired someone to investigate the whole matter,” She started angrily yet with a hint of unbelievable. ‘Well, who do you think drugged you?” The fact that she asked the question caused my heart to beat louder, the blood pulsing inside my head becoming endearing to the sound of a dangerous and turbulent water current. I gripped the phone harder and prepared myself for the worst. "Who?" “Oh it’s the shameless bastard Alex,” she muttered naming him as if the name was very bitter to her taste. That was the truth that knocked me out, leaving me stunned, gasping for a piece of air. Alex? The man who had been stalking me, proposing to me non-stop? How could he have done this?"What was he planning to
ANNA’S POVI looked at Emily from across the table, the tension in the room was so thick it felt like it was smothering me. Her eyes were bloodshot and she kept wringing her handkerchief, obviously uneasy under my stare.The silence hung like a heavy fog between us full of unstated accusations and unshed tears.At last, I spoke to fill in the gap; my voice calm but bitter with restrained fury.“Emily, why did you do it? Why did you treat me like that?”Emily’s bottom lip quivered as she dropped her gaze onto her palms refusing to look into my eyes.“Anna I… I never meant to. I swear I didn’t. But I was desperate, and… and Alex promised me—”“Promised you what? Money? Influence?” I leaned forward, my tone sharper than I intended. "What could possibly motivate you to betray someone who trusted you—your boss, me?"Emily wiped away the tears that instantly welled up in her eyes as she tried to gather herself.“I needed the money, Anna. I was in debt, and Alex knew that. He offered me mor
The house was grand and spacious to accommodate the Ellington family and it had huge tall ceilings and the walls were painted with pictures of ancestors who gave more than an impression that they could glare at any miscreant.I could sense them looking at me, just as much as I could sense the Navian’s family glaring at me. I slightly repositioned the napkin on my lap: the tension is as thick as a fog on the table and it is impossible not to notice it. Beside me, Navian looked as composed as always, and although he wasn’t exactly an aura of comfort to cling to, he was the closest thing I had nearby.But even his warmth couldn’t shield me from the icy glares of his mother, Mrs. Ellington, his sister Lila, and—most unnervingly—Elena, Navian's fiancée."So, Anna," Lila began, her voice sweet but her smile anything but. "It must be quite a change for you, dining in a place like this. I imagine it's a bit different from what you're used to?"I forced a polite smile, refusing to rise to he
I showed up at Navian's office for my routine tests, the kind of visit I've been keeping up to make sure the brain tumor doesn't return. I was so tired of calls and meetings that day that I was itching for a break.But, it was obvious by the look on Navian's face that leisure was not on the schedule as soon as I walked in.Even though Navian was buried in paperwork at his desk, it was obvious that his thoughts were elsewhere. His lips squeezed into that tight line he knew so well, and his brows were furrowed. There seemed to be something off and I suspected what it might be.“Navian?” I called softly, moving closer.He looked up, meeting my gaze briefly before his expression shifted back to guard. “Anna, you're here.”I sat down across from him. “Is everything okay? You seem... distracted.”He sighed, rubbing his temples. “It’s Elena. She’s been different lately.”“Different how?” I asked, though I already had an idea. Elena had always been a bit possessive, but recently it seemed to
After that chat with Navian, I made an effort to maintain my distance, although it was not as easy as it seemed. Our lives had grown so entwined that I was reminded of it every time I saw him or heard his voice.But I knew I had to follow through on the plan: to give him and Elena some room, to resolve their differences without me interfering.After a few days of little to no communication, I was beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe, things would get better. However, the stress seemed to increase rather than decrease. And then there was the night when everything boiled over.The day had been boring until something happened. I had spent most of the afternoon attempting to concentrate on my work but couldn’t stop thinking about Owen.He was my life, and I wanted everything to be perfect for him. At five, it occurred to me that I leave the office so early and pick him up from school by myself instead. I longed for him; nothing felt better than seeing his smile when he saw me.I pa
On our way back home, there were no sounds apart from the silence between us though so many things had happened during dinner time. The words Elena said hit me hard in my chest with an ache that grew heavier each minute. When I invited them over for dinner, I expected awkwardness but not this quick transformation of our conversation into one filled with blame and anger. And it all began when Navian picked Owen up from his school.Through my rearview mirror, Owen sat there looking out into space quietly enough for me not to hear anything else except what was going through his head. Now he was absent of his usual chattiness replaced by silent worry squeezing my heart like a vise grip. He was too young to know anything about adult relationships but there was something wrong in an unclear way that only he could feel. That made me hate myself for having caused him this distress; after all, he did not ask for it.When we got home I unbuckled him from the car seat and lifted him into my ar
The next day, the weight from last night still filled the atmosphere like an anchor. I woke up earlier than usual already troubled by thoughts of what had transpired at supper.Elena’s sulky countenance and Navian caught between her claims of his loyalty and my friendship with me played inside my skull like a broken record.I glanced over at Owen who still lay asleep in his bed, his chest rising and falling peacefully as if he was being rocked to sleep. I watched him for a while in silence allowing the sight of him to calm me down.Despite all that happened, he was still my first priority. I can’t allow him to be harmed or to suffer because of whatever is going on between Elena and Navian.I sighed and fumbled out of bed not to disturb Owen. It was time for me to think clearly before the day kicks off. I padded down the hallway into the kitchen where morning sunlight was just beginning to filter through windows. The house was quiet, as only could be at those first moments of dawn.At
The living room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and occasional laughter, the warmth of companionship wrapping around me like a familiar blanket.Navian sat beside me, his eyes reflecting both relief and concern. I glanced around at the others—Rita, Mikel, and someone I hadn’t expected to see—Elena, Navian’s fiancée.Having Elena in the room made me feel off and it only got worse when she took a step forward, the atmosphere thickening. Her eyelids were puffy and her cheeks were crimson.It looked like she had been sobbing non-stop for many hours. I studied her with caution because I didn’t know what to anticipate.Elena said with a trembling voice, "Anna." “I—I need to apologize. For everything.”I frowned, glancing at Navian for an explanation, but he nodded, silently urging me to hear her out.“I—worked with Hannah to get you and Owen kidnapped,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.“I was jealous and insecure. I thought—thought Navian still had feelings for
I watched as Landen cradled Owen in his arms and rocked him back and forth like a baby. I could see the tenderness in his gaze as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Seeing him this protective and caring kind of guy reminded me of their planned connection. "He's so peaceful when he sleeps." I walked over to them and whispered, “Like all the pain and chaos we’ve been through never touched him.”Landen glanced up at me, his eyes shining with a warmth I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s because of you, Anna. You’ve always protected him, kept him safe when I couldn’t.”I smiled softly, reaching out to brush my fingers through Owen’s hair. “We both protected him, Landen. We’re both his parents.”A flicker of something—guilt, regret—crossed his face. He looked down at Owen, his jaw tightening.“I failed him. I failed both of you. I let you go… let you suffer alone because I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”“Landen,” I whispered, my voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been throug
Anna's POVI found myself in the middle of the pack house, surveying the crowd spread before me. Some faces were known to me, while a few were unknown but friendly faces, filled with respect and warmth.It was heartwarming to hear Landen’s voice echo around the room, announcing my presence after such a long time.“Today, we acknowledge what should have never been questioned,” Landen declared, his gaze steady on me.“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.”Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever.I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his sma
I wasn’t separated from Anna for hours it seemed like I had been watching over her the whole day. Each day washed the other away, sleepless nights and hours of waiting where the days became a blur. I sat by her bedside and only got up occasionally to attend to Owen or get something I needed.It mattered not whether the roof above was made of iron or gold; it mattered not whether the earth below was stone or sand; it didn’t matter whether the food on the table was plain or grand; the only thing that was important was to be here with her, waiting for her to wake up and give me her smile once again, to hear her laughter, to hear her say “I’m fine.”It was very silent in that room, the only audible noises were the …beeping of the heart monitor, and the sound of the equipment. I saw how Anna’s chest was moving up and down, but she was so weak, so slim, so unlike the woman I had married.I reached out and touched her gently on her hand, afraid to grip it too firmly lest she break.“Anna,” I
Gerald was finally behind bars, I was standing just outside of the cell, looking at him across the heavy barred iron, I looked at him that way.He looked right back at me and his eyes were filled with anger and hate that had been brewed deep within him.“You think this is over, Landen?” Gerald sneered, his lips curling back. “You may have won this round, but you’ll never truly defeat me. The bond I have with Anna—”“Shut your mouth,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You lost, Gerald. There’s no bond, no claim. You’ll rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable life.”I turned on my heel, walking away before I could do something I’d regret. I couldn’t afford to let Gerald’s words affect me now. Not when Anna’s life still hung in the balance. I glanced at the pack warriors standing guard.“No one goes in or out without my express permission,” I ordered. “He doesn’t get to speak to anyone. Understood?”“Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their stances firm and unyielding.Sa
I glanced up as the two warriors dragged a struggling, screaming Hannah towards me. Her screams broke through the mayhem and blood that had marred the evening, resonating throughout the warehouse.My so-called wife, the one who had destroyed all I had ever held dear, was the object of my unwavering gaze.“What is the meaning of this?” I growled, narrowing my eyes at the warriors.My voice came out low and dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. Anger coursed through my veins like fire. “You dare to handle my wife like that?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, but even as I said them, they felt foreign on my tongue. I didn’t recognize them as mine.Was she really my wife? Could I even call her that when Anna—my true mate—was lying on the cold ground, bleeding out in front of me?“We apologize, Alpha, but…” One of the warriors hesitated, glancing at his partner before meeting my gaze again.“We saw the Luna pull the trigger that just shot Lady Anna.”All I could feel was cold, a
Gerald shrieked in agony as my claws tore into his side. I saw him stumble back, breathing in short breaths as blood spattered on the concrete floor. His fur was matted and saturated in blood—some of it mine, most of it his. We circled each other, breathing fiercely, but I felt like I was winning this time. The look in Gerald’s eyes wasn’t one of a confident victor anymore. It was the gaze of a desperate man who realized he was losing everything.“Come on, Gerald,” I growled, lowering my stance. “Is this the best you can do? After all the planning, the scheming—you thought you’d just waltz in and take my family?”He growled, baring his teeth, but there was hesitation in his movements now. His attacks came slower, less precise. I could feel his strength fading as we clashed again and again. With each bite and claw stroke, I pushed him farther away and neared victory.His voice quivering with a mix of tiredness and wrath, he growled, "Shut up!" He came at me, but I effortlessly sideste
The moment my bones cracked and shifted, fur bursting through my skin, I knew there was no turning back. My wolf form, dark and massive, towered over Gerald as he shifted in response.The air hummed with energy and anticipation, our growls vibrating through the large warehouse like thunder.Everything around us blurred—my warriors, Gerald’s men, Navian desperately trying to untie Anna from those cursed red bindings—but none of it mattered.It was just Gerald and me. Alpha against Beta. We lunged at each other simultaneously, teeth bared, claws ready to rip through flesh.Our bodies collided with a sickening thud, and we rolled across the concrete floor in a tangle of fur and fury. Gerald’s fangs snapped at my throat, but I twisted, using my larger frame to pin him down. He snarled, kicking me off with a powerful shove that sent me skidding back.I regained my footing quickly, leaping at him again. This time, my teeth found purchase, sinking into his shoulder.He groaned in pain and hi
As we approached the warehouse, it appeared as a dilapidated prison instead, its decayed skeleton cutting sharp tongues of shade on the ground that was bathed in the light of the moon.My team and I went a little faster, heading toward Gerald's hideout. We had managed to follow him to this godforsaken location with only one intent in mind: to shoot and bring both Anna and Owen home.That feeling lingered in the atmosphere, the second skin feeling when your body was alert and screaming for you to run. Each and every step we made resounded faintly in the silence.My heart was a drumbeat of fury and fear. When we reached the doors, I signaled my men to halt. The scent of wolves—more than I had expected—hung heavy in the air. Gerald hadn’t just hidden away; he’d prepared for war.I glanced at my warriors. Each one looked back at me with grim determination, their muscles taut, ready for action. I nodded, and they braced themselves. Pushing open the creaky metal doors, we stepped inside, we