Xavier’s POVAs the last guests drifted out, their laughter fading into the cool embrace of the night, I turned toward Hannah. Her smile was still there, soft and steady, but her eyes betrayed her—a shadow lingering in their depths. The kind of shadow I’d learned to recognize.“You were incredible tonight,” I murmured, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around her. My voice was gentle, a thread meant to pull her into me. “Everything was perfect, thanks to you.”Her lips curved faintly, but the warmth didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her voice calm but thin, as if she’d spent the last of her energy on the evening.“Hannah,” I pressed, brushing a stray curl from her cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve seemed... distracted.”Her lips curved again, a shadow of her usual warmth. “I’m fine, Xavier. Just tired, that’s all.”I didn’t believe her, but I nodded, not wanting to push her in the middle of our farewell to the guests. Still, a pang of unease lod
COBY’S POVI stormed out of the pack house, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms. Fury coursed through my veins, hot and relentless. Xavier’s smug grin and Hannah’s unwavering stare replayed in my mind like an unforgiving loop.They thought they could strip me of my claim—my right to Jackson. My son. My flesh and blood. The air was crisp, biting against my heated skin as I stalked toward the quarters. The muted crunch of leaves beneath my boots barely registered over the roar of anger in my head.He thinks he can just name and parade Jackson as his heir? The thought was a match to the gasoline fueling my rage. He doesn’t know what’s coming.Xavier’s smug smirk flashed in my mind again, paired with Hannah’s cold, unyielding stare. My fists clenched at the memory. “My son Jackson will be my heir,” Xavier had said, his voice dripping with conviction. “He will be the next leader of this pack.”Hannah had stood beside him, beaming with pride. My son. My flesh and bl
COBY/VIVIAN’S POV*Coby*I followed Vivian, my curiosity blazing with each measured step. Her movements were deliberate, her presence magnetic in a way that felt maddeningly intentional. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in the crisp morning air, teasing my focus.Ahead, she approached the elder’s quarters, and my heart thudded as I recognized the destination—her mother’s residence.At the door, she hesitated, glancing briefly over her shoulder. My pulse quickened as I pressed myself against the rough bark of an oak tree. If she sensed me, she didn’t let it show. Instead, she knocked softly, and after a pause, the door opened. Her mother’s warm, melodic voice greeted her.“Vivian, darling!” Her mother embraced her with genuine affection, her laugh light and musical.“Mother,” Vivian replied with a small smile, her tone betraying no tension.I exhaled slowly, relief washing over me. Maybe I’d been too quick to assume she was off to see someone else. The quiet suspicion that had gnawe
VIVIAN’S POVThe sun was harsh overhead as I approached Elijah’s house, its midday rays casting sharp shadows across the aged wooden porch. My stomach churned, and my fingers brushed against the folds of my dress as I adjusted it for the third time.Get a grip, I told myself, inhaling deeply before knocking on the heavy oak door. The sound echoed like a heartbeat in the stillness.A moment passed. Then another. The door creaked open, but it wasn’t the young servant I expected. Instead, an elderly woman stood before me, her honey-colored eyes glinting with sharp intelligence. Her expression was unreadable, though a faint air of disapproval clung to her posture as her gaze swept over me.Her voice was calm, yet it carried weight. “Can I help you?”“I’m here to see Elder Elijah,” I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess myself. Her stare held mine, unwavering, as if she were searching for something I wasn’t aware I had hidden.Her lips pressed together, forming
VIVIAN’S POVI gasped, my chest tightening as air caught in my throat. My eyes darted to Elder Elijah, searching his face for any hint of humanity, any shred of doubt—but his expression was carved in stone: cold and unyielding.The thought of killing a child horrified me. I hated Hannah, yes, with every fiber of my being. But killing an innocent child? My conscience recoiled in revulsion.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.”Elijah’s unyielding expression locked onto mine. “It’s necessary,” he countered, his eyes glinting with cold determination.“Necessary to kill a child?” The words left my lips in a trembling whisper, each syllable heavy with disbelief. My stomach churned violently. “No… I can’t. I won’t.”Elijah’s gaze pierced me, sharp and predatory, daring me to flinch. His tone was devoid of compassion—a blade wrapped in ice. “You misunderstand, Vivian. It’s not a matter of want. It’s a matter of survival. That child’s very existence is a threat to everyth
EVA’S POVAs soon as Vivian walked out, the heavy wooden door to the study clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in the stillness of the room. I waited a beat, then stepped out from my hiding spot behind the massive bookshelf, the scent of old leather and parchment still clinging to me.Elder Elijah stood by the desk, his arms folded, his sharp eyes locked on the door. His face was a portrait of calculation—cold and meticulous.“Do you think she’ll agree to do it?” I asked, my voice barely audible, almost swallowed by the tension in the air.He turned slowly, his gaze meeting mine. His expression didn’t soften. If anything, the shadows in his eyes deepened.“That remains to be seen,” he said. “But make no mistake—Xavier’s heir won’t live to see the next moon. Not if I have anything to say about it.”The sheer conviction in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, one that wasn’t entirely fear. A wicked thrill coiled in my chest, twisting into excitement. I stepped closer, my movemen
EVA’S POV“Yes,” I moaned softly, squirming as his tongue flicked into my ear. It was ironic how he asked for permission now when he’d never done so before.He pushed me against his large desk, and I spread my legs to make room for him. I smirked as he slid my skirt and panties down, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of me.“Damn,” he muttered, biting his lip. “So pretty.”Elijah bolted the door, and I chuckled, excitement surging through me. When he returned, he knelt between my legs, nibbling and kissing up my thighs, hitting all the spots he knew would make me tremble.His finger slid between my already wet folds, and I shivered as he tasted me. Then, without hesitation, he slid a finger inside me, his movements confident and deliberate. My eyes fluttered closed as I surrendered to the pleasure of his touch.It didn’t take him long to find my G-spot. With deliberate pressure, he had me gasping and grabbing my legs, spreading them wider for him. My walls clenched around his
ANDREW’S POVThe night wrapped around us like a velvet cloak—cool and fragrant. The sweet scent of blooming wildflowers lingered in the air, carried by a gentle breeze that rustled the edges of the woods.Crickets chirped in harmonious rhythm, and in the distance, a lone wolf’s mournful howl echoed faintly. Every sound seemed amplified in the quiet, every step deliberate as we emerged from the pack’s outskirts, where we had gone for a walk.I glanced at Lily, her face softly illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon. Her auburn hair shimmered like molten fire under the moonlight, and her serene expression sent my heart into overdrive. My stomach churned with a mixture of nerves and hope.“Lily?” I murmured, breaking the silence, my voice barely above a whisper.“Yeah?” she replied, her voice as gentle as the breeze.“Can I ask you something?” I asked, my heart racing with anticipation.“Anything,” she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity—like stars shining brightly in the night s
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