ANDREW’S POVI moved swiftly through the silent corridors of the pack’s central quarters, my heartbeat hammering a rhythm of disbelief and dread. The air was thick with tension, every breath laced with the acrid bitterness of betrayal. Luna Vivian’s attempt to poison Jackson—Hannah’s innocent boy—was a wildfire consuming every conversation, every corner, every mind.I couldn’t stop replaying the news in my head. Vivian, who always kept her disdain for Hannah simmering just beneath the surface, had sunk to a level I hadn’t thought possible. A child? It was monstrous. My thoughts tangled with questions I couldn’t answer: What was Hannah feeling right now? And Coby—how did one begin to grapple with the truth that their mate had tried to murder their son?As I neared Coby’s quarters, I saw him standing at the door, his back hunched as he fumbled with his keys. His movements were sluggish, deliberate, like he was holding himself together by threads too frayed to last.“Coby,” I called, kee
ANDREW’S POVAs I hurried home, the cool breeze kissed my face, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. Meeting Lily’s mother wasn’t just another dinner—it felt like stepping into a spotlight, every move scrutinized, every word weighed.Lily had assured me her mom already liked me, but the stakes were too high for me to believe it without question. I wasn’t just meeting her mother. I was meeting her future. Our future.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I headed straight for the bathroom. Hot water streamed over my shoulders, its soothing warmth unraveling the knots of tension in my muscles—though not in my mind.“Just be yourself,” Lily’s voice echoed in my head, calm and sweet, like a melody I couldn’t stop replaying. But what if myself wasn’t good enough? What if I said the wrong thing or—God forbid—spilled wine on her mother’s favorite tablecloth?Shaking off the thought, I stepped out of the shower, water droplets trailing down my skin as I reached for a t
XAVIER’S POVThe lab results left no room for doubt. The poison Coby found at Vivian’s mother’s house wasn’t just similar—it was the exact compound that had taken Ella’s life. My chest tightened as I stared at the report on my phone, the stark clarity of the truth sending a chill through me.Ella had been more than a pack member—she was family, a light snuffed out far too soon. And now, I finally knew who had extinguished that light.Vivian.For a moment, I forced my fingers to type a message to Hannah: It’s confirmed. The poison matches. I’m heading to the prison to confront her. I might be home late.I didn’t wait for a reply. My Lycan stirred, its anger simmering just beneath my skin. It wanted vengeance. So did I.The prison loomed in the distance, its walls stark against the inky night. The heavy clang of the entrance gate echoed in my ears as I pushed through. I barely acknowledged the guards as I walked in. They knew why I was there. Everyone did.When I reached her cell, Vivia
Xavier’s POVVivian’s smirk was a mask—defiant and cold—but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else: triumph, maybe, or desperation masquerading as confidence. Her voice dripped with mockery, each word slow and deliberate.“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” she said, her tone sweet like poisoned honey. “But perhaps you should start looking a little closer at the people around you. Not everyone’s as loyal as they seem. Not everyone is who they say they are.”Her words crawled under my skin, igniting a low, simmering anger that threatened to boil over. My jaw tightened, and I felt the sharp edges of my teeth grind together.“Enough of your games, Vivian.” My voice was measured, but a tremor of fury crept in. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”Her smirk widened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh, but I don’t need to spell it out,” she said with a casual shrug. “Truth has a way of revealing itself. And when it does? Let
VIVIAN’S POVThe cell was cold, and the stone floor bit into my knees as I huddled in the corner, my body wracked with exhaustion. My tears had long dried, leaving my face sticky and my throat raw. The reality of what Xavier had said—three days until your execution—echoed in my mind like a death knell.How had it come to this?I hadn’t meant for Ella to eat the cake. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Eva and Elder Elijah were the masterminds, whispering their schemes and dragging me into their web. Yet here I was, alone in this cell, paying the ultimate price while they walked free.And then there was her.Hannah.The wretched woman who’d ruined everything. She was Xavier’s weakness, his soft spot. She had whispered in his ears and hardened his heart against my plea. I was sure of it. She had told him I was irredeemable, that I needed to die. It had to be her idea.But if I was going to die, I wouldn’t go down alone. My lips curled into a bitter smile at the thought. I’d take the
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HANNAH’S POVThe cool night air brushed against my face as I stepped out of the prison, a sense of relief washing over me. I had said everything I needed to say to Vivian—everything I’d been holding back for years. It felt good—exhilarating, even—to finally let it out.She always thought she was untouchable, smarter than everyone else. But going after Jackson? That was her fatal mistake. Now, she would face the consequences, and while execution might seem harsh to some, Xavier was convinced it was what had to be done.As I stood there, breathing deeply, the sound of a car engine pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw Xavier’s car pulling into the compound. My heart tightened. I knew he’d be upset that I came here after he explicitly told me to stay home with Jackson. I braced myself for the inevitable scolding.“Xavier,” I managed, my voice barely more than a whisper.He didn’t speak right away. He crossed the space between us, his boots crunching against the gravel. Then, be
HANNAH’S POVHis presence was solid and grounding. I leaned back into him, letting my head rest against his chest. His gentle sway back and forth was comforting, like a silent lullaby.For a while, we stayed like that, the quiet hum of the room filling the space between us. Then he turned me to face him, his dark eyes searching mine.“Talk to me,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading.“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice soft but weighted with curiosity.I hesitated for a second, then admitted, “Vivian.”He sighed, and I could see the exhaustion etched in his features.“Is there really no other way to punish her?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Does it have to end with her execution?”Xavier’s jaw tightened, but he held my gaze steadily.“The law of the pack demands justice,” he said firmly. “A life for a life. No exceptions.”I nodded, the sadness in my chest spreading. It wasn’t Vivian’s fate that pained me—I couldn’t muster any sympathy for her—but the t
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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