HANNAH’S POVThe moment Elijah stepped into the doorway, flanked by his men, my breath hitched. His presence was like a storm rolling in—dark and suffocating. My eyes locked onto his, and for a split second, the world narrowed to just him: his cold, calculating gaze, the cruel curve of his lips. My chest tightened as fear and anger clawed at my throat.“Step aside, girl,” Elijah said, his voice smooth but laced with venom. “Hand over the Luna and the boy. Do that, and I promise you won’t get hurt.”Taylor didn’t move. Her stance was steady, her voice like steel. “I’m not afraid of you, Elijah. Turn around and leave, or I’ll make you regret ever coming here.”Elijah chuckled, low and mocking. “I was hoping you’d say that. Now, I get to grant your wish.”With a flick of his hand, his men lunged forward. Taylor turned to me, her eyes blazing with determination. “Go back upstairs, Luna. Take Jackson. Stay there until I clear this. Don’t come down until I say it’s safe.”I nodded, my throa
HANNAH’S POVJackson clung to me, his small hands fisting my shirt, his face buried in my neck. His heartbeat was rapid—a frantic drum against my chest—and I held him tighter, as if I could shield him from the horror before us.The sight of Elijah lying lifeless, blood pooling around him, sent chills down my spine. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the horrific scene.Coby stood over Elijah’s body, breathing heavily, his claws and face covered in blood. He had saved us.“Coby…” I whispered, my voice shaky. But before I could say more, he turned to me, his eyes filled with a mix of fury and concern.“We need to get you two out of here, Hannah,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “More rogues will be coming, and it’s not safe here.”I nodded numbly, my legs trembling as I stood up, still holding Jackson close. I could feel his little heart pounding against my chest, his face still buried in my neck.“Is Xavier okay?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Fear gnawed at me
XAVIER’S POVI stood at the edge of the pack house, my chest heaving, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a deafening echo in my ears. The scene before me was a nightmare—bodies strewn across the yard, some motionless, others writhing in pain. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and glistening under the pale moonlight. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. The battle had come here. It had come to them.And then I saw her.Taylor.She lay crumpled near the porch, her silver hair matted with blood, her face pale and lifeless. My breath hitched, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands trembling as I cradled her head. Her skin was cold—too cold—but when my fingers pressed against her neck, I felt it: a faint, fluttering pulse. Relief surged through me. She was alive.“Taylor,” I growled, my voice rough and desperate. I shook her gently, my fingers brushing against the deep gash on he
XAVIER’S POVI didn’t need words. The moment our eyes met, I knew this was going to be a fight to the death.I shifted instantly, my muscles ripping as my Lycan took over. His claws were bared, and he lunged at me with a snarl. I met him halfway, slamming into him with a force that shook the house. Both of us crashed hard against the stairs.The impact sent debris flying, but I didn’t care. I tore at his shoulder, my teeth sinking deep into his flesh. He retaliated, clawing at my side, but pain was irrelevant now. It was rage and survival.I felt his strength as he threw me off, crashing me into the floor, but I was back on my feet in a blink. He was strong—no doubt trained to kill—but I had a deeper drive. I had family to protect.The scarred Lycan slashed at my face, missing by an inch as I ducked. I rolled to the side, catching him off guard. My claws ripped through his abdomen, leaving a trail of blood as he roared in agony.But he wasn’t done. He spun on me, baring his teeth as h
ROSS’S POVThe moment I stepped into Xavier’s ruined house, the metallic tang of blood hit me like a punch to the gut. My eyes locked onto Roman’s body, sprawled across the floor, his chest torn open, blood still seeping into the cracks of the wooden planks. My beta—my brother in everything but blood—was gone. Just like that.A low growl rumbled in my chest, my fists clenching so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. Roman. Not him. Not like this. The rage inside me was a living thing, clawing at my ribs, demanding release. Whoever did this… they’d pay. They’d pay in screams and blood.“XAVIER!” My voice tore through the silence, raw and guttural, echoing off the crumbling walls. “You think this ends here? You think killing my men will stop me? I’ll rip you apart, Xavier! I’ll make you watch as I destroy everything you love. You’ll beg for death before I’m done with you!”My boots thudded against the stairs as I stormed up, each step heavier than the last. The air was thick with th
HANNAH’S POVThe forest pressed in on us, its shadows clawing at the edges of my vision as Coby led Jackson and me deeper into its suffocating embrace. My legs burned with every step, each one heavier than the last, as if the earth itself were trying to swallow me whole.Jackson’s small arms clung to my neck, his breath hot and uneven against my ear. “Where’s Daddy?” he whimpered, his voice trembling like a fragile thread about to snap. “I want my Daddy.”Each word was a knife, twisting deeper into my chest. I wanted to scream, to collapse, to tell him his father was coming, that everything would be okay. But the lie stuck in my throat, bitter and unspoken. I didn’t know if it was true anymore.Coby glanced back, his face half-lit by the pale moonlight filtering through the trees. His expression was unreadable, a mask of calm that only made my stomach churn. “Let me carry him,” he said, his voice flat, almost mechanical.Jackson shook his head violently, his tears dampening my shoulde
HANNAH’S POVCoby’s eyes darkened as he stepped closer, his voice a low growl. “You’re throwing away your chance at survival. You’re walking back into a warzone. Why would you do something so fucking stupid?”“Because he’s my mate!” I shouted, my voice breaking. “Because I love him, and I’m not going to abandon him—not now, not ever. So don’t you dare stand in my way.”For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Then, to my horror, Coby reached for Jackson, wrenching him from my back. Jackson screamed, kicking and thrashing in Coby’s arms. “Mommy! Mommy!”“Give him back!” I lunged for my son, but Coby stepped back, holding Jackson out of reach. His eyes were wild, his voice a snarl. “If you want to throw your life away, fine. But I’m not letting you take my son with you.”“Your son?” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. “He’s not your son! He’s mine! Give him back to me!”Jackson’s cries grew louder, his small hands reaching for me. “Mommy, please!”Coby’s g
Hannah’s POVWithout thinking, I lunged, grabbing his arm and yanking Jackson out of his grasp. My nails dug into Coby’s face, clawing at him without mercy. He snarled—a feral sound that made my blood run cold—but I didn’t care.I held Jackson close, shielding him with my body as I backed away, my breath coming in ragged gasps.“You’ll regret this,” Coby hissed, his eyes filled with a dangerous glint. “When you go back and see that Xavier’s gone, you’ll realize then that I was right.”I stood my ground, holding Jackson tightly as I glared at him. “Xavier isn’t going anywhere, and neither are we.”But before Coby could respond, a low, menacing growl tore through the air, freezing us both in place. The sound was deep and guttural, vibrating through the ground and up my legs, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.I instinctively tightened my grip on Jackson, pulling him into my arms. His small body trembled against me, his little fingers clutching at my shirt as if he wer
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XAVIER’S POVThe pack house buzzed with restless energy. Everywhere I turned, someone was hovering—bringing me water, adjusting the blankets around me, their eyes flickering with unspoken fear.I forced a smile, waving them off. "Come on, kids. It’s nothing serious," I insisted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just need rest."But Hannah—Gods, Hannah—she saw right through me.Her fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her deep blue eyes searching mine like she could pry the truth straight from my soul. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I’m fine, love." The lie tasted bitter in my mouth.She didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. Within minutes, the pack doctor was summoned, his weathered hands pressing, prodding, listening. But when he stepped back, his frown only deepened. "Nothing’s physically wrong with the Alpha," he admitted, confusion lacing his words.The moment the door clicked shut
XAVIER’S POVThree more years.Had it really been three more years since that day? Time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, each moment fleeting, each memory a fragile thing. The morning air was crisp as I stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles ease.Today was a special day—one of those rare moments I got to spend alone with my little girl. While Jackson and Liam trained with the warriors, I had promised Laila a run through the woods.The shift came like a second breath—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, fur erupting across my skin. My Lycan form towered over her, massive and powerful, but to Laila? I was just her ride. Though she was already twelve years old, she was still my little girl as her small hands gripped my fur.“Ready, Daddy?” she chirped, fingers twitching at her sides like she could barely contain herself.I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Hold on tight.” As soon as I felt she was secure, I took off, sprinting through the dense forest. Her laughter rang
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just watc
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo