Evelyn. It was already three days after Alpha Gaius marked me as his completely, yet the shock was not yet completely over me. My hand extended to the spot where the mark rested on my neck and I blushed. “Are you sure you will be fine on your own?” My mate asked me. Even though I wanted to object and say no, I knew I couldn’t do that to him. He already explained the whole situation to me. The least I could do was try my best to be understanding. So, instead of expressing my worries and concerns, I merely nodded my head in the affirmative. “Good.” He nodded at me. Then he turned to face the entire pack members - he called everyone out on the field for a meeting - and began to address them. “I am sure everyone here knows my mate, who is your Luna, Luna Evelyn.” He began, pointing to me. “I will be going on a five day journey, and while I am gone, she will be in charge of the pack, assisted by the Beta and the Gamma. I am imploring everyone to listen to her as any words out of her m
43.Evelyn. As soon as light filtered through the window of the Alpha’s room, I got up from bed and stretched, knowing that it was yet another day to face the people of the pack. It has been two days since Alpha Gaius left the pack in my command and care. Two days of pure torture for me. Two days of receiving nothing but pure hatred oozing from the people of the pack. If I hadn’t been the recipient of the hatred from these people, I never would have believed that something like that was possible. It was after I was left all by myself to run the pack that I knew and realized that the people didn’t like me a single bit. All the while they pretended to respect me, it was because I was always around Alpha Gaius and they were just trying to respect the man. That, or because they were still lowkey scared of him because of how ruthless he was before he changed. “Good morning, Luna. Are you ready for the day?” Grave asked me with a cheerful smile. I sighed as she reminded me of all th
Gaius. Finally! I was granted the audience I sought for with Alpha Trey of Trey Wood Pack. After I left the pack about two days ago, I had wandered around the man’s pack, trying to see if I could assert the situation around and see if that would give me the insight I needed to know why the man had been very adamant about selling off his pack. But the pack was heavily guarded and knowing anything was out of the question. I didn’t need to be told before I realized that no matter what I was trying to do or stop, I had to get access to the man himself. I thought it was going to be hard to get the man to grant me an access, considering how his front hold was tight and how he kept people out of his space. However, the access was granted a few hours after I sent the request. That gave me the revelation I needed to know that there was indeed fire on the mountain and that the man was burning, even though he was only trying his best to act like he was not bothered by anything. “Alpha Gaius
Evelyn. I jumped up from the bed, my heart hurting in my chest. Something had gone wrong somewhere. I shook my head, trying to shake the feelings that something had happened to my man wherever he was in the quest of stopping Alpha Cyrus. I didn’t know how I thought so, but I knew something had woken me up from the sleep and had hammered the words into my mind. Unable to shake off the thought, I whipped up my phone from the bedside desk and quickly unlocked it. I pressed down on number one until it began to call my mate, Alpha Gaius. ‘Sorry. The subscriber you are trying to call is currently not available.’ The automated voice responded in place of a ring that I was expecting. I hung up the call and decided to try again. Again, I got the same response. No matter how many times I tried to reach him, I kept getting the reply that he was not available. It has been three days since he left the pack. And since he walked out of the pack, it had been impossible to reach him no matter ho
Evelyn. I was just about to bring out a bag filled with decorating stuff from the book of the car when I heard what the guard said. I paused first, then dropped the bags in my hands back into the boot before I rushed to where the guard and the Beta were standing. “What did you just say?” I asked the guard, still not believing my ears. I looked at Beta Zack and saw that he was just as shocked by the news as I was. “What happened?” He finally asked after he regained himself. “The guard was on the patrol ground on one of the tight areas of the outskirts of the pack. He was running a routine check the way we do once a day for the tight spots. When he didn’t return within the hour as normal, two of us went in search of him. We met him there, already dead.” The guard explained. Already dead?That sounded like he was ambushed. Almost as if whoever attacked him had been waiting for him. “Do you know who did it? Was there any clue that points to the culprit?” The Beta asked. I had to sa
Evelyn. Finally, the moment of truth was here. I stared at the hall that I and the maids had done our very best to transform into a ballroom. To be very honest, it was not as bad as I imagined that it would be. Instead, it looked very neat. After we were done with the decorating and I gave everyone time off to relax,Grace and I went to relax for a while as well. When it was close to the time the ball was supposed to begin, we got dressed in clothes that I got for us specially for the occasion. Now, we were at the hall, waiting to see if all our efforts would yield any meaningful result. The clock barred an alarm and I looked at it to see that it was now exactly right in the evening - exactly when the ball was supposed to start. I looked at the door expectantly, but I saw no one. My heart sank as I began to fear that the people might truly not come just because they didn’t want to be associated with me. “Maybe they are still preparing,” I muttered to myself, knowing that it was jus
Evelyn. An attack? All of the sudden? How had it even happened that they were able to infiltrate the pack without anyone spotting them?I fell on the bed and sighed. What was it that was going on exactly? Why was it looking like everything was falling against me? Why couldn’t I just have a day of rest with these people? How had it been that the only time it looked like I was actually going to be victorious was the time something as terrible as this was happening?I walked to the door and opened it, only to see over twenty soldiers guarding the door. The moment they saw me by the door, they barricaded the place, telling me without words that I was not allowed out of the place. “Where is Grace? What is happening? Are the pack members okay?” I asked all the questions in my mind. “Luna, please stay indoors. As soon as we have any of the information, we will let you know. For now, we don’t.” One of the guards replied. I noticed that he was the same guard who came earlier to announce the
Evelyn. Wow!Were these people actually ganging up on me at the moment? After everything that happened that we all were witnessing? The next best thing they could think of was to gang up on me?“How does planning a party determine if we would get attacked?” I asked them, already getting fed up with them and their antics. These were the people whom I had thrown the party for because I wanted to get into their grace badly. “Because if you had not spent time planning that party, you would have been able to sense on time that we were in danger, but no, it was all like that because all you cared about was your party!” That was the Elder. I sighed. Would anything I did ever be enough for these people? Or would it be that no matter what I did or how hard I tired, they would never be able to accept me for who I was?“Nothing to say?” The head of maids asked in a low contempt voice. “Well, that same ball party that you are here putting down saved so many lives. Lives of people who regarde
Evelyn's povThe scent was unmistakable. As soon as I opened my eyes, it hit me—the rich, comforting smell of the meals my mother used to make. It was a blend of herbs, spices, and something warm and hearty, familiar and safe. I could almost hear her humming in the kitchen, the sound that always seemed to follow the delicious aroma of her cooking. For a moment, I thought I had drifted back in time, back to when everything was simpler, when my biggest concern was running through the halls of the packhouse with my siblings, laughing and carefree.I rose slowly from bed, the lingering warmth of the covers against my skin making me want to sink back into them. But the smell pulled me out of my stupor, and I couldn’t resist. I slipped into my slippers and walked quietly down the hall, following the scent like a trail.When I entered the kitchen, my steps faltered. There, standing at the stove, was Clara. She was stirring something in a pot, her focus completely on the task at hand. I co
Evelyn's pov.The day felt heavy, as though the weight of everything I’d been struggling with had finally caught up to me.My steps were slow as I made my way through the corridors of the packhouse, my hand resting on my stomach. The baby inside me had grown stronger, more active, and yet I could feel the toll it was taking on my body.I’d been so caught up in the chaos of everything around me—Roman, my father, Gaius, and the constant pressure of the pack—that I hadn’t taken the time to care for myself.Today, I was going for my checkup, and I could only hope that the doctor would have some good news.Gaius walked beside me, his presence a constant source of comfort. His hand brushed against mine every now and then, a subtle reminder that no matter what was happening around us, I wasn’t alone.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.“I’m fine,” I said, though my words didn’t feel as convincing as I wanted them to. “Just tired.”“You need to rest more,” he said,
Evelyn’s P.o.vThe weight of uncertainty hung heavy over the room. Gaius, Lisa, Adam, and I sat in the study, the air thick with tension as we tried to piece together our next move. My father’s whereabouts—or what Roman believed to be his fate—loomed over every word spoken.“We need to consider the possibility that Cyrus has him,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice trembled slightly, but I forced myself to speak clearly. “If Roman isn’t lying, and if my father’s not dead, there’s no one else who would go to such lengths to keep him hidden.”Lisa nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sharp as she exchanged a glance with Adam. “It would make sense,” she said, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her chair. “Cyrus would gain leverage over you that way. And we know he doesn’t shy away from using people as pawns.”Adam leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “If Cyrus does have him, we need proof before we act. Otherwise, we’re walking into a trap.”“I know that,” I replied, try
Evelyn’s P.o.vThe silence between Gaius and me stretched long and thin as the car sped away from my father’s packhouse. I couldn’t shake Clara’s words, her hesitant voice playing on a loop in my mind.He’s not coming back. Roman thinks he’s dead.No matter how many times I replayed it, I couldn’t accept it. My father—dead? No. It wasn’t possible. He was too strong, too clever to be taken down so easily. But the doubt wormed its way into my thoughts, gnawing at my resolve.Gaius’s steady grip on the wheel was the only anchor keeping me tethered to the moment. I could feel his glances, the weight of his concern, but I didn’t have the energy to meet his gaze. Instead, I stared out the window at the passing trees, their green blur doing little to distract me from the storm in my chest.“Evelyn,” Gaius said softly, his voice cutting through the hum of the engine.“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said flatly, not looking at him.“You’re not fooling anyone,” he replied, his tone gentle bu
Evelyn's P.o.vThe air in the packhouse was suffocating. My wolf moved uneasy beneath my skin, her unease mirroring my own as Roman stood before me, his expression a mixture of defiance and barely concealed fear. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, but his eyes betrayed him. “I told you,” he said, his voice wavering despite his attempt at control, “I don’t know where Father is.” “Liar,” I said, taking a step closer. My voice was steady, but inside, my anger simmered, threatening to boil over. “You’re hiding something, Roman. Just tell me the truth.” “I’m not hiding anything!” he snapped, though his gaze darted to Gaius, who stood at my side, silent and imposing. Gaius didn’t speak, but his presence alone was enough to make Roman flinch. I narrowed my eyes, my wolf growling low in my chest. “Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I don’t see through you? I know you know something. Stop wasting my time.” Roman’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he took a st
The faint glow of moonlight spilled through the window, casting a soft, silvery light over the room. I stirred, shifting restlessly against the sheets, my body heavy with exhaustion but my mind refusing to quiet. For days now, the nightmares had plagued me, leaving me weak and anxious.A low, soothing hum filled the room—a sound I realized came from Gaius. His arms were wrapped securely around me, his warmth seeping into my chilled skin.“Evelyn,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against my ear. “You’re safe. Just breathe.”I clung to him, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I tried to ground myself. The echo of the nightmare still lingered, a shadow at the edges of my mind, but his presence was a balm against the fear.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.“There’s nothing to apologize for,” he replied firmly. “You’ve been through so much. It’s no wonder your mind is restless.”I nodded weakly, the lump in my throat too thick to speak. Gaius shifted, his hand
Gaius’s POVThe council chamber was unbearably stifling, despite the faint breeze filtering through the high windows. My knuckles pressed against the smooth surface of the table as I locked eyes with the lead councilor. His expression remained neutral—too neutral—and I already knew what was coming.“After careful deliberation,” he began, his voice steady but devoid of any urgency, “the recording you provided has been deemed irrelevant to this case.”The words hit me like a cold slap, though I kept my expression steady. My wolf growled faintly in the back of my mind, mirroring the frustration boiling in my chest.“Councilor,” I said, my voice measured, though it took effort to maintain, “that recording exposes Cyrus for the manipulative liar he is. How can you possibly call it irrelevant?”A murmur swept through the chamber. Some of the other councilors exchanged uneasy glances, but the lead councilor remained unperturbed.“The recording lacks sufficient context,” he replied, folding h
Evelyn’s POVThe court hall was packed to the brim. The tension in the air was thick enough to taste, a mix of hushed conversations and the occasional snap of a camera shutter. I sat in the gallery, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to ignore the whispers behind me.“Do you think Cyrus will get away with it?”“I heard he’s bribed half the council already.”“Gaius won’t back down. He’s not that kind of Alpha.”My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing the waves of doubt. Despite my faith in Gaius, I couldn’t shake the fear that Cyrus might wriggle out of this, just as he had with so many other schemes.The wooden doors at the back of the courtroom creaked open, and a ripple of murmurs spread through the room as Gaius entered, his presence commanding as ever. He didn’t glance at anyone, his piercing green eyes fixed straight ahead as he strode to his place. He looked calm, collected, but I could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his fingers flexed slightly as he adjusted his suit j
Cyrus’s POVThe sun streamed through the towering windows of my office, bathing the room in a golden glow. But its warmth did nothing to ease the chill running through me. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood of my desk, the sound sharp and precise, as I waited for the call.I had built this empire brick by brick, crushed every rival in my path, and climbed higher than anyone dared to imagine. Yet here I was, waiting for the Council of Elders to call me. My patience was wearing thin.The sharp buzz of my phone cut through the silence, and I snatched it up immediately. The screen displayed a single name: Council of Elders.I pressed the phone to my ear. “This had better be good,” I said, my voice cold and clipped.“Alpha Cyrus,” came a measured voice on the other end. It was one of the Council’s representatives—no doubt chosen for their ability to speak without emotion, to remain neutral. “The Council has reviewed the ongoing situation with Alpha Gaius Hartwood and