COBY’S POVThe words hammered against my skull, relentless, deafening.“Eva is dead.”No. No, it couldn’t be true. My legs moved on their own, each step heavier than the last, as if the air itself had turned to lead. When I saw her—her body sprawled on the iron bed, her fiery spirit snuffed out as they carried her into the ambulance—my world shattered. She was gone. Murdered.“Who did this?” The question tore through me, sharp and unrelenting.Elijah’s men. It had to be. Because of me. My chest tightened, the guilt a living, gnawing thing. If I hadn’t dragged her into this, if I hadn’t asked her to betray Elijah, she’d still be alive.I didn’t love her. Not the way she wanted. But she didn’t deserve this. Not to die alone, betrayed, because of my recklessness. Before anyone could ask me questions, I spun on my heels and returned home, slamming the door behind me as soon as I entered the living room.I paced the room, my thoughts spiraling. The walls seemed to close in, the air thick w
HANNAH’S POVWalking away from Coby felt like tearing a piece of my soul out and leaving it behind. My chest tightened, each breath shallow and jagged, as if the air itself had turned to shards of glass. His confession—"He killed Vivian"—echoed in my mind, a relentless, haunting refrain I couldn’t silence.The words clawed at me, shredding the fragile hope I’d clung to—that somewhere beneath the anger and bitterness, the man I once knew still existed. But he didn’t. He was gone. In his place stood a monster, one who had twisted his guilt into blame and pinned it on Elijah. It shattered something deep inside me, something I didn’t know could break again.My legs moved on autopilot, carrying me toward the pack prison while my thoughts spiraled. “Xavier. I need to find Xavier.” He had to know the truth. But when I arrived, the guards told me he wasn’t there.My stomach dropped like a stone. “Where is my husband? Where is he?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended, the edge of pani
XAVIER’S POV The walk to Coby’s quarters felt like a death march. My chest was a furnace, rage simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt with every step. Kasper kept pace beside me, his sharp eyes scanning the path ahead, his face a mask of calm. But I knew him too well—his silence was heavy, his jaw tight, his hands flexing at his sides. He was ready to use force if Coby tried to do anything stupid. I filled him in, my voice low and rough, each word clawing its way out of my throat. “Hannah told me everything. Coby’s been playing us from the start. Every lie, every move—it’s all been him.” My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms. “He’s not just a traitor, Kas. He’s a monster.” Kasper’s eyes darkened, his jaw ticking as he absorbed the words. He didn’t need convincing. He’d always been wary of Coby, his instincts sharper than mine. “I knew it,” he muttered, his voice like gravel. “I knew there was something off about him. Always too smooth, too calculated.
ANDREW’S POVThe shock wouldn’t leave me. Alpha Coby—gone. A fugitive. The man I’d once looked up to, the one I’d trusted with my life, had fled. And the reason? He’d killed Vivian. His own wife. The words clawed at me, sharp and unrelenting, like a knife twisting deeper with every breath. Vivian wasn’t perfect—I knew that better than anyone. She could cut you with her words, manipulate with a smile, and leave you questioning your own sanity. But to kill her? That wasn’t the Coby I knew. Or maybe… maybe I’d never known him at all. I sat in the silence of my quarters, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. My head was heavy in my hands, the weight of it all pressing down until I could barely breathe. How had I missed it? How had I not seen the cracks in him? After Vivian’s death, Coby had changed. He’d become distant, cold, like a shadow of the man he once was. I’d told myself it was grief, guilt for not protecting her. But now? Now I wondered if it was som
ELIJAH’S POVThe prison gates groaned open, and I stepped out, squinting against the daylight. It felt too bright, too sharp—as if the world had moved on without me. My chest tightened as I inhaled the fresh air, the weight of the cell still clinging to my skin. Freedom at last. It should’ve felt sweeter. But it didn’t, at least not until my eyes landed on Xavier.He was standing a few feet away with Kasper at his side. The sight of them—calm, composed, as if they hadn’t just ripped my life apart—sent a hot surge of frustration through me. My fists clenched at my sides. I had told them. Over and over, I had told them.It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill Vivian. But they hadn’t listened. And now, after days of rotting in that damn cell, the truth was out. Coby. That snake. He’d played us all, and I’d paid the price.The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and bitter. “I told you I was innocent,” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut. “I told you I had nothing to do with Vivi
ELIJAH’S POVI could feel the rage burning inside me—a fire that no amount of medicine or calm words from Beatrice could put out. The humiliation I had endured—being beaten, chained, and accused of crimes I didn’t commit—would never be forgotten.Xavier thought he had won by stripping me of my title, reducing me to nothing more than a common pack member—as if all my years of power and respect were worthless.My fists clenched tight as I paced back and forth later that day at my house. No, I wasn’t going to let this go—not for a second."Eva." That backstabbing bitch. At least she was already dead. If she wasn’t, I would’ve killed her myself. I could almost feel my hands around her neck, squeezing the life out of her for betraying me. But Xavier? He was still breathing. And for that, I’d make sure he suffered.He thought sparing me at the execution grounds was merciful—that stripping me of my title and making me the laughingstock of the pack would be enough to put me in my place. He ha
LILY’S POV“Open it,” she said, her voice steady but laced with something I couldn’t quite place—pride, maybe, or nostalgia.The box felt heavier than it looked. My mother’s hands lingered on it for a moment before she passed it to me, her eyes soft but piercing, like she was handing over more than just an object. My fingers trembled as I took it, the weight of generations pressing into my palms.I lifted the lid, and there it was—the dress. Delicate lace, yellowed with age but still breathtaking, lay folded like a secret waiting to be uncovered. My breath hitched. I traced the intricate patterns with my fingertips, the fabric whispering stories of love, loss, and resilience. Tears blurred my vision before I could stop them.“Mom,” I whispered, my voice breaking. It was all I could manage.She stepped closer, her hand brushing my arm. “It’s not the fanciest dress,” she said, her voice trembling now too. “But it’s ours. Your grandmother wore it. I wore it. And now…” She paused, swallow
Andrew’s POV My heart was a drum, pounding so hard I thought it might burst. This was it—the moment I’d dreamed of, the moment I’d feared might never come. Lily stood before me, her hands trembling slightly in mine, her eyes locked on mine as if I were the only thing in the world that mattered. And she was right. She was everything. My mate, my heart, my reason for breathing. I didn’t know when it happened—when she became the center of my universe—but now, I couldn’t imagine a life without her. The elder’s voice broke through my thoughts, steady and solemn. “Do you, Andrew, vow to love, protect, and cherish Lily for as long as you both shall live, through all trials and joys that may come your way?” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. My eyes never left hers as I spoke, my voice low but unwavering. “I do. With everything I am.” The words felt too small, too simple, for the storm of emotions raging inside me. But they were true. Every syllable. The elder turned to Lily, and
ROSS’S POVFor ten years, I’ve waited. Ten long years, each one heavier than the last. The weight of her absence has never lifted, never faded. Laila. My mate. My beautiful light. She was the only good thing in my life, the only person who could see past the darkness inside me. And he took her from me.Xavier.I don’t care if it was an accident. What matters is that her blood spilled at his fucking hands. What matters is that I had to watch as the life drained from her beautiful eyes—the same eyes that used to look at me with nothing but love. Xavier stole her from me, and for that, he must pay. He will pay.I’ve bided my time, waiting, planning, gathering my strength. Over the years, I’ve had offers—wolves eager to see Xavier fall. But none of them understood what it would take. It wasn’t enough to just kill him. No. That would be too easy, too quick. I needed him to suffer. I needed him to feel the same pain that has torn me apart every single day since I lost her.For ten years, I’
XAVIER’S POVThe moment Hannah told me she was pregnant, the world seemed to stop. A rush of joy—raw and electric—surged through me, so intense it stole my breath. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a second, I couldn’t speak.Another baby. A piece of us.I pulled her into my arms, holding her so tightly I worried I might hurt her. But she laughed—a sound so light and full of hope it made my chest ache. I kissed her, my hands trembling against her face, and for that one perfect moment, everything else faded away.But as we left the hospital, the joy began to crack.Ross.The name slithered into my mind like a snake, cold and unrelenting. My stomach twisted, and I clenched my fists to keep them from shaking. He was out there. Watching. Waiting. The thought of him anywhere near Hannah, near Jackson—near this new life growing inside her—made my blood run cold.I could almost see his face: that cruel smirk, those empty, cold eyes. My jaw tightened, and I forced myself to breathe, to ke
Hannah’s POVThe thought made me smile, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I needed to be sure before I said anything to Xavier. The last thing I wanted was to raise his hopes—or mine—if it wasn’t true. Still, the possibility made me feel warm inside, and I couldn’t help but imagine another child, a sibling for Jackson.Once I was dressed, I found Xavier already waiting for me, his eyes watching my every move. He didn’t say much, but the way he hovered close to me, the gentle touches on my arm and back, spoke volumes. He was worried, though trying to hide it. I could tell.As we headed downstairs, I kept thinking about that small possibility—could I really be pregnant?Jackson was still fast asleep when we peeked into his room. His little body was curled up under the blankets, clutching his stuffed bunny. I smiled at the sight, but my thoughts wandered to how different things could be soon if there was a new addition to the family. The idea made my heart flutter."Let’s go befo
HANNAH’S POVI stirred awake the next morning, feeling the warmth of Xavier’s body beside me. His lips brushed against my cheek, trailing down to my collarbone, and I smiled before my eyes even opened. When they did, he was there—his face inches from mine, his dark emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned down at me.“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep.I reached up to touch his face, my fingers grazing the stubble along his jaw. “Morning,” I whispered back, my voice still thick with sleep.He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine, but I turned my face away with a playful squeal. “Xavier, no! I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”He chuckled, the sound warm and rich, and I felt it vibrate through his chest. “I don’t care,” he said, his breath tickling my ear. “You’re still you.”Before I could protest again, his lips found mine—soft and insistent. I melted into him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His kiss was slow and deliberat
HANNAH’S POVThe dinner table felt too big tonight. The empty chair across from me glared like an accusation. The food in front of me had long lost its steam—the mashed potatoes hardening at the edges, the chicken growing cold.It wasn’t like him to be late, not like this. He’d been so absorbed in finding Elijah ever since he disappeared, and I understood the toll it was taking on him. He wouldn’t let it go until he found the truth, no matter how long it took. But tonight… something felt off. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just about Elijah.I sighed softly, a mix of frustration and worry swirling inside me. I’d been waiting so long, hoping for a message, for any sign that he was coming home soon. Just as I was about to call him, my phone buzzed on the table. My heart leaped as I saw it was a message from Xavier.“I won’t be home for dinner. Don’t wait up. Kiss Jackson goodnight for me.”I stared at the message, my chest tightening. Another long night without him. But I u
XAVIER’S POVThe door clicked softly as Kas left, but the sound barely registered. My mind was already unraveling, pulled back into the past by a force I couldn’t fight. The office—its polished wood, the faint scent of ink and leather—faded into nothingness.All I could see was her. Laila. My baby sister. Her face, so full of life, so full of light, flashed before me, and the ache in my chest—the one that never truly left—flared like a fresh wound.“Xavier, you’re being unreasonable!” Her voice echoed in my mind, sharp and pleading all at once. I could still see her standing there, hands on her hips, those wide, gentle eyes blazing with frustration. “Ross isn’t the monster you think he is. He’s my mate, Xavier. My mate. Don’t you understand what that means?”I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I glared at her. “I understand perfectly, Laila. I understand that the Moon Goddess made a mistake. Ross is a killer, a predator. He thrives on chaos and bloodshed. You’re too good for him
XAVIER’S POVThe sun was starting to set as I stood by the window in my office, my fingers gripping the sill until my knuckles turned white. The view below should have been comforting—the sprawling territory of the Shadow Moon Pack, alive with movement and purpose. But today, it felt like a taunt. Everything was as it should be, except for the one thing that wasn’t.Elijah.He was still gone. Vanished. Like a ghost.My men had scoured every inch of the territory, chased every lead, but he’d slipped through our fingers again and again. And now? Nothing. Not a trace. Not a whisper. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole. The frustration gnawed at me, a relentless ache in my chest. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was failing everyone.Elijah wasn’t the first to disappear. Alpha Coby had done the same—vanished into thin air after being found guilty of Vivian’s murder. One moment he was there, and the next… gone. Like smoke. I’d sent messages to every neighboring pack, called i
COBY’S POVThe moment I saw him, my breath hitched, and the world seemed to tilt. Elijah. That name alone was enough to make my blood boil with rage. My chest tightened, and my pulse thundered in my ears like a war drum.What the hell was that old geezer doing here? My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat as memories of Shadow Moon clawed their way to the surface—Vivian’s lifeless body, Hannah’s betrayed eyes, the lies I’d spun to survive. I thought I’d left it all behind. I thought I was safe here.But now, standing there in the corner, Elijah was a living reminder of everything I’d tried to bury. His presence was a threat, a ticking bomb waiting to explode. If he told Alpha Ross the truth—who I really was, what I’d done—I’d lose everything. My stomach twisted into knots, panic gnawing at the edges of my mind. I couldn’t let that happen.I stayed hidden, my back pressed against the rough edges of the pack house, watching as the guards led Elijah to one of the guest cabins. The a
ELIJAH’S POVFor a moment, Ross stared at me in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he burst into laughter—loud, deep, and unsettling. It filled the room, reverberating off the stone walls.The sound was so unexpected and jarring that I stood frozen, unsure whether he was genuinely amused or if he had suddenly gone mad. The laughter stretched on, and the guards exchanged uneasy glances, as if they too weren’t sure what to make of it.Just as abruptly as it had started, the laughter stopped. Ross’s face hardened, and the coldness returned to his eyes, sharper than before. “How… predictable,” he said, his voice now devoid of any humor.He flicked his hand dismissively at the guards. “Take him away.”The guard at my side motioned for me to follow, and I turned quickly, eager to leave the room before Ross’s mood shifted again. As I walked away, the sound of his laughter still echoed faintly in my ears—a dark reminder that I was now in the company of a man as dangero