(Almira’s POV)Back in my hotel room, I threw my purse on the couch anxiously. He didn't want me to leave, but I just stormed out of there like the bad ass bitch I am. Who does he think he is to stop me anyways?I still can’t believe Lysander cared so much for my twins. He said he searched for me. He thinks he can easily take me back with his sugar coated words? Even a kid wouldn’t believe that.How could he have searched for me all these five years when he didn’t do anything about what his father did?I wonder if it’s just another lie meant to win my trust again.I know he’ll do anything to take my kids.I mentally forced myself to focus on what’s more important. I am not here to hope for a reconciliation with him. I came here for pack matters. Nothing else.I no longer want to associate myself with the Hitwell clan.Besides, Lysander is married already to that pretentious bitch. I have moved on already. I have built my own life as a pack leader. And I am very happy with my life, esp
(Lysander’s POV)“Get your fucking hands off me!” I shouted, throwing away the hands of my father’s guards who had dragged me out of that godforsaken hotel where Almira was staying.How dare that Beta challenge me? Even drunk, I can take him down.I’m sure they’re across the MW Hospital where I am currently staying. I beat him up real good. He’s gonna need more than just bandages for his fucking injuries. He better stitch himself before I rip him open again.Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Alpha Reginald who caused all this mess. I clenched my jaw. “Let us alone. I’m going to speak to my Father,” I barked.The guards glanced at him, as if asking for confirmation. I scoffed. Did they forget that I’m their pack leader now? Alpha Reginald nodded curtly and gestured for me to sit.I took a seat opposite him.He started, “Lysander, what is wrong with you? Do you think you’re still a teenager? You’re out of control!”A bitter chuckle escaped from my lips.I leaned forward. “Out of cont
(Rachelle’s POV)I stepped off the set after finishing my photoshoot for the day.It was an excruciating long one, and smiling in front of a camera for hours sucks. If you think being a model is easy—you’re fucking wrong.I hate this job.Forced fake smiles plastered on my face as I greeted the staff on my way to my dressing room. Everyone is warm and enthusiastic. Don’t they get tired of saying the same thing to me everyday?‘You’re so beautiful, Rachelle.’‘Can we take a picture?’‘I love you, Rachelle.’'You have a sweet smile!'Like really? Y’all love the version of Rachelle I show you. The sweet, kind Rachelle that doesn’t really exist because she’s just a persona I created, so that I could gain fans who would make me popular and successful.But I’m at the peak now. I’m done using them. It doesn’t mean my responsibility as a fucking celebrity ends there, though.I still have to give their fucking pictures.I nodded politely at their well-meaning greetings even though I feel nothi
(Almira’s POV)I stood in the hospital corridor with my arms folded as I watched Rich being wheeled into a treatment room. I mentally shook my head as I watched his face frown from the pain of all the injuries he received from Lysander last night.His arm was badly injured and he had to get stitches. A lot of stitches. What was he thinking? I could hardly believe he fought an Alpha like Lysander.I shook my head in disbelief.I still remember how I desperately tried so hard to pull them out from each other because they were stuck like glue the whole time. Thankfully, the guards came to stop them both from killing each other.I think they were Alpha Reginald’s men. Their moves are just familiar to me. Even their scent sends me back all the painful things they did to me in the past. Seeing them again reminds me of so many memories.When Rich was finally brought into the room, I approached him with a stern look. He looked up to me like an innocent kid. "Rich, what were you thinking?" I s
(Almira’s POV)The next morning, I woke up to a not so startling news. Rich has been discharged from the hospital. Well, I’m not really that surprised. It was almost like he didn’t catch any injury at all after what happened that night.The doctors were very shocked at how fast he recovered. He was actually expected to be here for at least a week. Instead, he looked almost like he was never even hurt to begin with.I can hardly believe it myself. Did I actually do that?I’m not exactly sure what I did, but I’m really hoping that there’s some sort of hint that could tell me what kind of mystical shit I did last night.Later that day, Rich and I packed up and checked to leave the hospital. We knew that it’s not safe to stay there for long. We decided to stay in a different hotel this time–a far one–so Lysander can no longer track us with all his connection and shit.I know he’s got eyes everywhere here in New York. The least thing I could do is move to a different place. But I know it’s
(Almira’s POV)I left the library as soon as I realized that it was getting dark outside. I decided to just borrow the book because I wasn't done reading all the information I needed to know. I still have to find out how I was able to possess the powers of that mystical wolf.There has to be some sort of sign. Why was I chosen? Am I a reincarnation of her? Do I continue her purpose?The streets are already quiet and empty as I take a shortcut through a narrow, dark alley. There’s a road waiting for me at the other end. I just didn’t want to catch my face on CCTV because that's the fastest way Lysander could track me again.I clutched my bag, where I keep the book, and kept my eyes forward. I'm lowkey desperate to be home because I promised Rich that I wouldn’t leave the hotel without telling him.I knew he’d forced himself to get up to come with me, and I didn’t want that. He needs to recover.Suddenly, a gruff voice stopped me from walking."Hey there, beautiful," one man slurred.I
(Lysander’s POV)I silently sat in my study with my glass of wine. My room was dim and quiet, making it look like a piece of shit hole for depressed lovers. But that’s just how I liked it.Once again, I replayed the events at Almira's hotel room in my mind.It was real then.That doctor, Rich, is truly in a relationship with her. Why else would he be visiting her hotel room? And the last time I checked, he’s supposed to be living his stupid medical life in Italy.He flew across the world for her? Just why would he do that if nothing special is going on between the two of them. Everything about them is telling me that they’re in a relationship, but I just can’t bring myself to believe that they are a thing.It just doesn't make any sense to me. The way I feel when I think of her twins... I cannot shake the thought that maybe I am related to them. I have a deep connection to them.How could they not be mine?*Creeekk!*My thoughts were interrupted when the door suddenly creaked open. At
(Almira’s POV)After almost one week of waiting, they finally called me. I was starting to think of just using my connection to fly out of here illegally.I would do anything to go back to my kids.My heart pounded as I picked up the phone. I was in the middle of cooking porridge for Rich and my hands were all wet when I grabbed the device.“Hello?” I answered."Ma’am Almira Sinclair?” the other line asked. I hummed softly to confirm my identity. “Your passport issue has been resolved. You can now leave anytime. We’re very sorry for the inconvenience.”Relief washed over me. I thought I’m never going to receive an update from them again."Thank you so much! We'll book our flight right away."I was about to drop the call when the lady spoke again. “Please, accept our simple apology gift. We decided to give you a free ticket back to Italy. And to ensure your comfortability, we booked you in the high class section,” she said, which made me raise my eyebrows a little.High class?We usual
(Almira’s POV)I don’t trust her smile.Not the one she gave my daughter when she asked if she liked painting, her voice all syrup and false warmth. Not the one she flashed at Asher when she offered him cookies she hadn’t even baked herself, pretending to care.And now, after what Mid told me… it all makes sense.She’s watching them. Not like children—but like riddles she’s desperate to solve. Every glance, every question, it’s calculated. Measured. Like she’s gathering data.I pace by the window, arms folded, eyes locked on the backyard. The kids are playing, completely unaware. So innocent. So normal. Asher’s shadow dances at his feet as he laughs, his joy loud and unfiltered. Hazel’s kneeling on the stones, drawing suns and hearts in chalk, her hair catching the light like strands of gold.
(Rachelle’s POV)They’re here.The twins. Almira’s children.I hear it from the servants before breakfast — whispered between dusting and folding towels. I’m sipping tea on the balcony, watching birds land on the railing like they know I’m in a mood.“Did you hear?” the younger one says, not knowing I’m listening. “The twins are back. Damon brought them straight to the Alpha’s quarters.”“Their mother too,” the older one adds, a little too loud. “She’s staying for a while.”I set my teacup down gently. The clink of porcelain is the only sound I allow.So, she’s here. Again.I rest a hand on my stomach, just enough to play the part. A gentle rub, a soft sigh. The baby bump is small, but it’s there. People soften when they see it. Men open doors. Women smile. It’s almost too easy.The first time I heard about the twins’ abilities, I didn’t believe it. It sounded like nonsense. Glowing eyes. Shadows that move. One of the servants even said Asher made a wolf go still just by looking at it
(Almira’s POV)The fortress looms just past the olive trees, half in ruins, half reinforced by tech that doesn’t belong in a place this ancient.Motion sensors. Night vision cams.No doubt, someone rich and dangerous has paid good money to make this dump invisible to regular eyes.We crouch behind the brush, breathing slow. Damon’s a few paces behind, watching the road. Lysander is too close to me for comfort.“You take the west wall,” I say. “I’ll go straight in.”He frowns. “You always want to be the bait, don’t you?”“I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”“Even me?”“Especially you.”His jaw tightens. “You really think I’d let anyone touch our kids?”“I think you’ve lied to me before,” I shoot back. “You’ve made decisions like you were the only one who mattered. Forgive me if I’m not thrilled to hand you my trust again.”He doesn’t respond. Maybe because I’m right.I don’t wait for his reply. I slip through the shadows, cloak pulled over my head, senses tuned to every sound. M
(Almira's POV)We arrive in Italy just before sunrise. Damon’s driving like he’s got fire in his veins, but it still feels too slow. Every minute my kids are out there with God knows who is a minute too long.As we pull up to Lysander’s estate, I see him already standing at the front steps like he’s been waiting. Of course he’s waiting. Perfect posture. Blank expression. Just like always.I don’t even let Damon stop the car fully before I jump out. My boots hit the ground hard, and I march straight toward him.“You’ve got nerve,” I say, arms crossed, staring him down. “Standing there like you didn’t just have my children taken.”Lysander raises an eyebrow. “Almira, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“Don’t play innocent. You sent Damon to sniff around them. You’ve been poking into their lives without telling me. Now they’re gone. You really expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?”His eyes narrow. “I didn’t take them.”I let out a dry laugh. “Right. You just *happened* to be
(Reginald’s POV)The silver cage stands stark against the dim light filtering through the trees. It’s a place of containment, a carefully designed prison made to hold creatures like them. I stride toward it, the weight of authority heavy on my shoulders. Inside, the twins lay unconscious, their small bodies vulnerable against the cold metal.I watch as my men secure the locks, ensuring that the cage is impenetrable. They’ve been prepared for this moment for some time, but seeing it in action brings a strange satisfaction. These kids, with their inherited powers, will be the key to my strength and influence.“What now, Alpha?” one of my guards asks, looking between the twins and me.I consider them, each breath they take a reminder of their potential. “We wait. They’ll wake up soon enough. I want them to understand the power they possess—and what happens when they choose to defy it.”Another guard steps closer. “What if Almira comes looking for them?”I wave my hand dismissively. “Let
(Reginald’s POV)“Hold him tighter, damn it. He’s just a pup!”The guard stumbles, struggling to keep Asher pinned. The boy kicks and thrashes like a wild thing, teeth bared, his little body sparking with power. Impressive. Dangerous.“Let me go!” Asher yells, his voice cracking with rage.The other guard grips Hazel, who is crying now but still managing to bite down hard on the man’s wrist. He curses, shaking her off, blood dripping from his hand.I step out of the shadows, expression unreadable. My coat flaps in the wind, and the twins freeze when they see me.Asher’s eyes burn. “You—who are you? Let us go!”I don’t answer. I simply nod to the handler standing beside me. He pulls out the syringe.“No!” Asher screams, bucking harder. The first guard yells as Asher’s claws dig into his side. Blood spurts out. “Alpha—he’s—he’s too strong—”I step in and grab the boy’s jaw, holding him still.“Sorry, little wolf,” I say calmly. “Can’t have you tearing my men apart before we even get sta
(Almira’s POV)My body feels numb. My mind is screaming, but I can’t hear anything. Just the sound of the car speeding away, carrying my children—my whole world—with it.I can’t move.No. That’s a lie.I don’t want to move.Because the moment I move, it becomes real. The moment I let go of this frozen second, it means they’re gone. Really gone.“Asher… Hazel…”Their names fall from my lips like a prayer. Like a curse.A growl rises from deep inside me. Low at first, then louder. I shift back into my wolf form, my silver-white fur glowing under the pale sky. The blood of the rogues clings to my paws. I look at the remaining ones surrounding me.They’re not even running.They want to die.“Fine,” I whisper through the link. “Then die.”I charge.Something inside me snaps. I don’t hold back. I don’t think. I tear through flesh and muscle like paper. My power lashes out from my body—violent, chaotic, barely in control. The earth trembles beneath me. I don’t know what I’m doing, only that
(Almira’s POV)I feel the shift before it even happens. My bones crack. My skin stretches. My vision sharpens as fur replaces flesh. My white wolf form bursts through with a wave of raw power. Silver streaks shimmer under the moonlight. The cold air bites at my fur but it feels good. It feels alive.I growl low, steadying my stance. They're here.The wild rogues.One. Two. Six… nine of them. They charge without warning. No strategy. No hesitation. Just blind rage. Teeth bared. Claws out. Madness in their eyes.I leap at the first one. My jaws clamp around his shoulder and I slam him to the ground. He yelps but doesn’t stop. Another wolf barrels into me from the side, knocking me off balance.I hit the dirt hard, roll, and rise again.They keep coming.I swipe. Bite. Kick. Blood splashes across the ground but they don’t slow down. They don’t even seem to feel it.They’re not just wild. They’re… wrong.“Asher! Hazel!” I turn quickly to check on the kids. They’re still in the car, wide-e
(Almira's POV)This is the right thing to do. I know that. I just hope that Lysander doesn't find his way to us. I can't let him have my children.The hum of the engine is the only thing filling the silence of the car. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly as the sun creeps higher over the trees. The twins are sitting in the back, unusually quiet.I know they're confused about our sudden plans to leave our house. I just told them that I'm pulling them out of their school to leave for a new place. It's not exactly something they wanted to do right now.“Where are we going again?” Hazel piped up.I glanced at her through the rearview mirror and force a calm smile. “A little trip, sweetheart. Just for a few days.”“To where?” Asher pushed. “We didn’t even pack our toys.”“It’s not about toys this time,” I said.“We just… need a little break from the city.”Asher folded his arms. “Is this about the new neighbor? The one across the street?”I blinked. “What?”“Yeah,” Hazel joined in. “Th