VIVIAN’S POVI pulled up to my mother’s house, feeling the weight of the past week pressing down on me. The familiar walls promised some relief from the storm brewing between Coby and me. But as soon as I spotted Hannah’s car in the driveway, my stomach twisted. Why was she here?Stepping out, I considered leaving, but my pride kept me rooted in place. This was my mother’s home, not hers.Pushing open the front door, I was greeted by my mother’s warm, delighted smile. “Vivian, darling! Come in, come in.”I forced a smile and scanned the room. Hannah sat on the couch, her posture relaxed, her expression smug. She didn’t even try to hide her satisfaction at my discomfort.“Mother, what’s going on?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it held a hint of frustration.Before my mother could respond, Hannah jumped in, her voice laced with mock sweetness. “Oh, relax, Vivian. I just came to visit Mother. If I’d known you’d be here, I’d have picked another day.”“Cut the crap, Hannah,” I snapp
VIVIAN’S POVEva took a breath, her eyes darkening. “You were right. There’s something going on between Coby and Hannah. But… it’s worse than you thought.”My heart dropped, and my voice came out as barely a whisper. “You’re sure?”She nodded, her gaze steady. “I’ve seen them together, and I’ve heard things. There’s… a plan. A plan to bring you down.”A smile tugged at the corner of my lip. “That’s not true. I mean, Coby wouldn’t dare,” I said, but my voice sounded small and unconvincing, even to my own ears.“Well, that’s where you’re wrong. Coby’s already picked a side—and it’s not yours, dear Vivian.”I stared at her, feeling as though the ground was slipping away beneath me. “But… why? What does he stand to gain?”Eva’s face was grave. “It’s about his son, Vivian. Coby has a lot to gain by staying close to Hannah’s child, who is also his.”My world crumbled. What child was she talking about? Coby’s child with Hannah? What sort of sick joke is this?I felt hollow, as if something c
VIVIAN'S POVI entered the house, and there he was—Coby, standing by the window, shoulders stiff, gaze unfocused. He didn’t turn as I approached, but his body language spoke volumes. Guilt rolled off him like a sour scent.“Vivian,” he said, his voice cracked and low. He glanced at me, eyes pleading. “I... I can explain.”“Explain?” I spat, cutting him off sharply. “Explain how you planned to betray me?” My voice dripped with bitterness that had been festering inside me. “How dare you even think of stabbing me in the back… for her.”He flinched as though I’d struck him. His face paled, then his jaw clenched in a poor attempt at control. “Who told you that?” he demanded, trying to maintain a shred of composure. But I could see right through him; he was crumbling.A bitter laugh escaped me. “Don’t play innocent. After all we’ve done together? Don’t insult me.”His eyes darkened, a flash of anger twisting his features before fear settled back in. “Vivian,” he began, his voice low, almost
COBY'S POVThe air was thick with tension as I left my quarters, Vivian’s words still echoing in my mind, lingering like a curse I couldn’t shake. Doubt snaked its way into my thoughts, unsettling me, stirring up a confusion I’d buried deep.Had I really been so blind all this time? Or was it simply desperation—a need to believe Jackson was mine? Was it pride, blinding me to the manipulations Hannah might have spun?Andrew’s face surfaced in my mind, the haunted look in his eyes that night. Andrew wouldn’t lie to me, would he? I replayed every detail, the tension in his voice, the flash of fear as he spoke of secrets too heavy to carry. But then… there was Hannah. Had she deceived me all along?Driven by a need to end the torment, I tracked her down. She was in the Pack’s communal area, laughing easily with the women and children, her face relaxed, her movements so natural that it felt surreal. Could she really be hiding something so dark behind that serene smile? As if on cue, Alpha
XAVIER’S POVI leaned back in my chair, scanning the map of our territory spread across the table. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the window, casting shadows across Kas’s face, his features lined with tension.“Alpha, our patrols reported increased rogue activity along the eastern border,” Kas said, his voice low but tight with worry.I nodded, my fingers tapping against the chair’s armrest as I ran scenarios in my mind. “Double the patrols. I want eyes on every inch of that border, around the clock. We can’t afford to let them get through.”Kas nodded, already scribbling notes in his worn leather notebook. “I’m on it, Alpha. But this can’t go on forever,” he added, his voice a little softer. “We keep reacting to their moves instead of taking control.”I rubbed my jaw, the rough stubble scraping my palm. “You’re right. Let’s bring in the warriors for a strategy session. We need to start anticipating, not just responding.”Kas’s mouth twitched into a faint smile. “I’ll set it up,”
EVA’S POVI stumbled out of Xavier's office, my heels clicking sharply against the marble, echoing like gunshots down the empty hallway. My hand reached up to my neck, rubbing the sore skin where his fingers had gripped so tightly.How could he? My heart pounded, disbelief and fury flooding every corner of my mind. Xavier had known all along—everything I had revealed about Hannah, my plan to expose her, had meant nothing to him. He wasn’t angry with her; his rage had turned on me instead.“Why?” I muttered, my voice trembling as I stepped into the late afternoon sun. It was blazing, sweltering, but I hardly felt it over the numbness spreading inside me. Why was he protecting her? How could he still want her, even knowing she had given birth to another man’s child?My phone buzzed, snapping me back to the moment. I fished it out, seeing Vivian’s name light up the screen."Eva!" She answered on the first ring, her voice eager and almost gleeful. "How did it go with Xavier?"I let out a
EVA'S POVAs soon as I stripped out of my clothes, Elder Elijah's gaze intensified, his eyes darkening with a lust so raw it made my pulse race. A hunger simmered there, sharp and possessive. I tried to steady myself, but the unease prickling at the edge of my mind refused to settle.Then, without warning, his hand shot out, gripping mine firmly and pulling me toward him with a possessiveness that left no room for escape."Do you know what you do to me, little Eva?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire, laced with something darker. "You're mine. No one else can have you."My breath caught, a tangled mix of fear and resentment tightening in my chest. He drew me closer, his gaze tracing over my body, lingering at my chest, then sliding lower until it settled between my legs—a gaze that marked and claimed every inch as his."Say it," he demanded, his voice low, almost hypnotic. "Say you're mine."My throat felt tight as I forced out the words, tasting their bitterness. "I'm… yours, E
HANNAH’S POVLater that evening, I held Jackson close, his soft snores a gentle balm against the tension knotted in my chest. The confrontation with Coby still replayed in my mind, like a thorn I couldn’t pull out.How could he even think I’d lie about my own child? The sting of his accusation made my skin crawl. If it were up to me, he never would’ve known about Jackson at all. But Andrew… Andrew had to go and spill everything, and now I’m left to deal with Coby’s games all over again.I glanced at the clock, sighing. Where was Xavier? He’d said he wouldn’t be long, but the silence of the empty apartment felt heavy. My fingers hovered over my phone, tempted to call, when Jackson stirred against me, letting out a soft whimper.“What’s wrong, sweet boy?” I whispered, rocking him gently. “Are you hungry?”He relaxed again, his little mouth forming a tiny “O” as he drifted back to sleep. Just then, the faintest scent—warm, woodsy, unmistakably Xavier—filled the air, grounding me. A momen
COBY’S POVI clenched my hands into fists, my resolve hardening as I thought about everything. Before I could further my plans involving Elijah. I would find a way to eliminate any evidence in that report linking me to the crime and expose Elijah for the monster he truly was.When Xavier and the pack saw the truth behind his mask, I’d ensure he was the one who paid the ultimate price. No one else needed to know my secret. As far as the world was concerned, Vivian’s killer was still out there—and I would keep it that way.I walked briskly to my car, my mind racing with possibilities. They couldn’t get too close. I couldn’t let that happen. If they found out, it would all be over—my plan, my revenge, my life as I knew it.Sitting behind the wheel, I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. My thoughts wouldn’t stop spinning. I needed to think, to figure out how to stay one step ahead of them. Because if the truth came out, there would be no escape. Not for me.The driv
COBY’S POVThe chill of the evening clung to my skin as I left the training grounds, sharper than the sweat cooling on my back. But it was nothing compared to the ice coiling in my chest. The hospital loomed against the night sky, its white walls muted in the dim glow of the streetlights when I arrived.I lingered by the side entrance, my pulse steady but my breath shallow. From here, I could hear them—voices threading through the stillness. I hadn’t come to eavesdrop; I’d come to check on Cecilia, to see if there was any improvement. But now, I found myself rooted to the spot, my feet betraying me, my ears straining to pick up the conversation between Hannah and Xavier.Hannah’s voice drifted down the lobby, soft yet strained. “I can’t leave, Xavier. What if she wakes up and I’m not here? I need to be with her.”I peeked around the corner, watching as she stood firm, her arms crossed in that determined way of hers. Xavier sighed, his tone calm but edged with frustration. “Hannah, you
COBY’S POVI stumbled out of Eva’s house, my chest heaving as if I’d run miles, though my legs barely registered the steps beneath them. My mind was a storm—rage and regret swirling so violently that I couldn’t think straight.Each breath felt sharp, cutting through the tightness in my throat. My feet moved on their own, pulling me farther from the suffocating weight of what I’d just done—farther from her house.Eva’s face wouldn’t leave me. That pale, terrified expression—the way her lips trembled as she backed away from me. The memory tightened around my ribs like a vice. My hands curled into fists at my sides.I’d come so close. Too close to choking the life out of her tonight.Her fear had thrilled me for one terrible second. That scared me even more than anything else. But she deserved it, didn’t she? After everything she’d done? For the lies, the pain, and the part she played in Vivian’s destruction?Vivian.Her name ripped through me like glass. I stopped dead in my tracks, my
EVA’S POVCoby's words hung in the air like smoke, clinging to every breath I tried to take. His eyes, sharp and relentless, bore into mine, alive with a storm of emotions I couldn’t begin to unravel. When he stepped closer, his movements deliberate, almost predatory, my heart raced. His voice, low and serrated with urgency, sliced through the suffocating silence."I know you know something, Eva. Don’t lie to me." His words were a command, not a plea. "This isn’t the time for games. If you have even the slightest idea who’s behind this, you have to tell me."I stumbled back, the intensity of his presence nearly knocking me off balance. My chest heaved as panic swirled in my gut. "I—I don’t know anything, Coby." My voice was barely audible, a quivering whisper trying to rise above the weight of his accusation. "I swear, I don’t know what happened."Coby’s eyes narrowed, his frustration turning to something darker. "You don’t get it, do you? This isn’t just about Vivian. Someone’s tryin
EVA’S POVThe floor felt cold against my legs, grounding me in the oppressive silence. My chest heaved, but I couldn’t fill my lungs. Fear clawed at me, digging deeper with every second. My hands trembled, my fingers numb as if I’d been gripping ice for hours.How long could I keep running? Every escape route seemed to collapse the moment I thought of it. Doors slammed shut before I even reached for the handle. And the pack...their rules, their suffocating watchfulness—they were closing in. My throat tightened. Was there even a way out?The suitcase at my side felt impossibly heavy as I hauled it upright. The weight wasn’t just in the fabric or the few belongings I’d managed to shove in. It was the memories. The questions I couldn’t shake. It was Vivian—her face, her voice. The way her laugh used to light up a room. The way her death had shattered everything.I stood up slowly, dragging the suitcase with me. It felt heavier now, as if the very weight of it mocked my attempts to escape
EVA’S POVThe drive home was a haze of headlights and shadows, my thoughts a chaotic swirl refusing to settle. Elijah didn’t kill Vivian—I knew that in my bones. But if it wasn’t him, then who? The thought sent icy fingers crawling up my spine. Someone out there knew too much. Someone was watching, waiting. And they weren’t done yet.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my fingers throbbed, but the pain barely registered. Fear gnawed at me, a silent predator with its teeth sunk deep into my chest. Vivian was dead, and if they could kill her, what was stopping them from coming after me? I wasn’t innocent—I was as tangled in this nightmare as anyone else. Maybe even more.When I finally pulled into my driveway, the familiar sight of my house didn’t bring the comfort it once had. The front porch seemed strange, darker. Every creak of the trees in the wind felt like a warning. My pulse thundered as I scanned the street, the yards, the empty windows of the neighboring houses. Was
ELIJAH’S POVEva’s eyes flickered around the room, wild and restless, like a bird caught in a cage. Her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, and her fingers clutched the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white.“What if we can’t figure it out in time?” she whispered, her voice trembling as though it might shatter under its own weight. “What if they come for us before we even know who it is?”I leaned against the desk, feigning a calm I didn’t feel. My stomach churned with unease, a dull ache radiating through my ribs, but I kept my voice steady.“That’s not going to happen,” I said, though the certainty in my words felt borrowed, hollow. “We’ve survived worse, Eva. We’ll survive this. But we can’t falter. Not now.”Her laugh was sharp and brittle, cutting through the room like broken glass. She raked a hand through her disheveled hair, her movements jerky with frustration.“Worse than this? Are you kidding me, Elijah? Vivian is dead. Do you get that? Dead. And wh
Elijah’s POVI paced the office, my shoes scuffing the worn hardwood, my chest tight with unease. Every second stretched thin as the chaos from last night churned through my mind like a relentless storm.Vivian.Her name clung to my thoughts, heavy and unsettling. Her death wasn’t surprising—I’d predicted it, even counted on it—but it felt wrong. Like a picture slightly askew. Someone else was moving pieces on the board, and the thought made my gut twist.I stopped mid-step, running a hand through my hair as the question gnawed at me. I had planned for disruptions, but this—this was different. The timing was too perfect. Or maybe… too convenient.Inhaling deeply, I pressed my hands against the desk. The cool wood steadied me, but my thoughts wouldn’t follow suit. I couldn’t shake the sense that I was being played.A sharp, hurried knock came at the door, and before I could respond, it flew open. Eva stood there, breathing hard, her red hair wild as if she’d run through a storm to get
Hannah’s POVMy breath caught in my throat as Xavier and I lunged toward her.“Mom!” My voice cracked, panic breaking through my usual composure. I knelt beside her, pressing trembling hands to her shoulders and shaking her gently. “Cecilia, can you hear me?”Xavier was already at her neck, his expression locked in grim determination. His fingertips searched for her pulse.“She’s breathing,” he said, a whisper of relief cutting through his low, firm voice. “Faint, but steady.”I sagged for a fleeting second before urgency yanked me back upright. Xavier didn’t wait—he slid his arms beneath her with careful precision, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. The sight of her limp frame in his arms sent a shiver racing down my spine.I scrambled ahead, fumbling with the car door, my fingers betraying their weakness in the face of fear.“She’ll be okay,” I muttered under my breath, though the words felt hollow—like a desperate plea wrapped in fragile hope.The drive to the hospital was