HANNAH’S POVI jolted awake to a sharp knock at the door, a sound that shattered the fragile stillness of the early morning. My chest tightened as my eyes adjusted to the dim light seeping through the curtains. Instinctively, I reached out, fingers brushing against cold, undisturbed sheets.“Xavier?” My voice cracked, barely a whisper, swallowed by the silence.No response.The weight in my chest grew heavier, tugging at my breath. My hand fumbled for the bedside lamp, and the sudden glare forced my eyes shut for a moment before I blinked them open.The clock glared back at me: 6:30 a.m. I frowned, my thoughts sluggish but tinged with unease. Xavier went for runs early, but he never left without a word.Another knock—sharper this time, like an urgent demand. It reverberated through the house, cutting into the quiet. My stomach churned.I pushed back the blanket, the chill of the room biting against my skin. Wrapping my robe tightly around me, I slipped my feet into slippers, their wor
HANNAH’S POVTime seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.“What?” I whispered, the word barely audible.He nodded, his grip on my shoulders tightening ever so slightly, as if trying to steady both of us.“She’s gone, Hannah. Ella’s dead.”My brow furrowed as I stared at Xavier, his words circling in my mind but refusing to settle.“What do you mean, Ella’s dead?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. “Are you joking? Because if you are, this isn’t funny.”Xavier’s expression didn’t change. If anything, his features hardened, the weight of what he was saying pressing down on my chest.“Hannah, I’m not joking,” he said, his voice steady but laced with sorrow. “I was the one who took her to the hospital. The doctor... the doctor confirmed it. She’s gone.”The air left my lungs in a rush, and I stumbled back a step, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle the scream threatening to burst out.“No,” I whispered, shaking my head v
HANNAH’S POVTears blurred my vision as I watched Xavier clench his fists, his jaw tight with barely contained rage. His usual composure, so unshakable, cracked under the weight of the message from Kas. The air seemed heavier, charged with the electricity of his unspoken fears. When he finally opened his eyes, the sharpness in them cut straight to my core.He turned on his heel, his movements sharp and decisive, but the intensity was too much. Panic surged through me, and before I could think, my hand darted out, gripping his arm.“Xavier,” I choked, my voice trembling as I forced the words out. “What are you going to do to Cecilia?”He stopped mid-step. Slowly, he turned back to me, his gaze softening just enough to reveal the anguish beneath.“Kas is arresting her,” he said, each word weighed down with resignation. “She’s being taken to the pack prison. We’ll question her there. I need answers, Hannah—answers we can’t afford to ignore.”My chest tightened, the room seeming to close
Hannah’s POVThe hallway outside the interrogation room pressed down on me like a vice. Each footstep echoed too loudly, a relentless drumbeat to the storm raging in my mind. My chest tightened, my breaths shallow and ragged.What’s happening in there? What if we’re wrong? What if we’re right? The questions tumbled over one another, relentless and cruel.“Hannah.” Xavier’s voice, low and steady, broke through the haze. It wasn’t loud, but it had weight—a tone that demanded attention. His hand brushed my arm, warm and grounding.I startled, as though waking from a bad dream, blinking up at him. “I—sorry, I didn’t hear you.” My voice came out brittle, a fragile shell barely holding together.His dark eyes searched mine, soft yet firm, as if he was trying to pour his calm into me. “You’re spiraling,” he said, his tone gentle but unyielding. “Breathe. If you fall apart now, how is that going to help anyone?”“I know,” I whispered, though the words trembled, betraying my crumbling composur
HANNAH’S POVCecilia reached for me, her trembling fingers hovering inches from my arm. Her tearful eyes pleaded with me.“Hannah, please.” Her voice cracked like fragile glass. “You have to believe me. I didn’t know. I never imagined—”“Just stop!” I cut her off, my words sharp, though my voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I believe you, Cecilia. But do you think that makes any of this better? It doesn’t! Vivian is your daughter, and that makes it worse. She tried to kill my son!”Her tears fell freely now, streaking her pale cheeks. Her lips moved, grasping for words that wouldn’t come, but I didn’t want them. Couldn’t hear them. The room seemed to close in around me, suffocating. I turned abruptly, leaving her drowning in her silence.In the hallway, Xavier stood leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a picture of tension waiting to snap. The moment his gaze landed on me, he straightened, his brows knitting together.“What happened?” he asked, his voice tight, coiled l
VIVIAN’S POVMy hands quivered as I raised them to knock on Eva’s door. The weight of dread pressed down on my chest, making each shallow breath feel like dragging air through a sieve.The street behind me was too quiet—the kind of silence that amplifies every stray noise. My thoughts spiraled. What if someone was already watching? What if they were on their way?Knock. Harder this time. My pulse hammered in my ears, the sound deafening.The door creaked open, and Eva’s sharp gaze pinned me in place. Her eyes flicked over my face, searching.“Vivian?” she said, her voice a little too calm, though curiosity hummed underneath.I didn’t wait for more. I pushed past her, stumbling inside like my legs could barely remember how to hold me up.“Close the door,” I rasped, my voice rough and strained.My knees buckled as I reached the couch, collapsing onto it. My hands flew to my face, and I tried to steady my breathing. It didn’t work. The room swayed.“Vivian.” Her voice was sharper now, la
VIVIAN’S POVThe air seemed to thin as Eva’s words sliced through it, cold and final. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard her. Surely, she couldn’t mean—“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” My voice cracked, raw with disbelief and desperation. “You’re just going to leave me and my mother to face this? Alone?”Eva’s expression didn’t waver. She leaned casually against her desk, arms folded—the picture of composed indifference. But there was a chill in her eyes that made my stomach twist.“Vivian,” she began, her tone maddeningly calm, “getting involved now would only implicate us further. That would bring trouble—not just for you, but for everyone here. You need to understand that. Running isn’t an option. Alpha Xavier has already tightened security. No one leaves this pack without his say-so.”Her words struck me like a hammer. Panic clawed up my throat, my chest tightening like a vise. My hands trembled, clenched into fists as I struggled to hold myself together.“So that’s
EVA’S POVAs soon as the door slammed shut behind Vivian, the air seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. A snarl tore from my throat before I could stop it—a raw, jagged sound that mirrored my frayed nerves.My hands clenched into trembling fists as I stared at the now-empty chair, the weight of her failure settling in my chest like lead."How could she screw up something so simple?" I hissed under my breath, the words cutting like a bitter knife. Poisoning a cake—it wasn’t rocket science. It wasn’t some elaborate spell requiring finesse. Just a drop of that substance, a quiet delivery, and we’d be free of this nightmare.Instead, we were careening toward disaster because Vivian couldn’t follow through.I raked my fingers through my hair, yanking at the strands in frustration. My pacing was sharp and restless, the old floorboards creaking underfoot as if groaning in agreement with the chaos swirling in my head.“Damn it, Vivian,” I spat, my voice sharp enough to cut. My shadow
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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