Kaida's life is a delicate balance of survival and secrecy. As the daughter of a fallen Alpha, she’s determined to carve her own path, unaware that her destiny is bound to the one person she strives to avoid—Alpha Atlas, her fated mate. Torn between her growing feelings for a mysterious lover who consumes her nights and the intense connection she feels around Atlas, Kaida finds herself caught in a web of emotions she can’t untangle. For Atlas, the choice is no easier. Protecting his pack means solidifying alliances, even if it means standing by Akira,the arrogant girl he is forced to make a luna. But his wolf’s relentless pull toward Kaida threatens to unravel everything he’s built, forcing him to question where his loyalty truly lies: with his pack, or with his mate. When secrets are exposed and passions ignite, Kaida and Atlas must face an impossible choice. Can they overcome the obstacles and embrace the mate bond?
View MoreKaida’s pov In the war room, Atlas stood at the head of the table, his gaze locked on the maps and plans before him. Axel and Jace flanked him, their discussions focused on tracking Logan before he could rebuild. “We have to move quickly,” Jace said. “Logan fled, but we all know he’ll regroup. Shadowfang is still a threat.” Atlas nodded. “We’ll gather our scouts and—” The heavy slam of the war room door interrupted him, and a sharp voice cut through the room like a blade. “Atlas!” We turned as Lady Seraphina entered, her imposing presence silencing the room. Her silver hair gleamed under the lantern light, and her piercing blue eyes held a fury I wasn’t prepared for. “Grandma,” Atlas said, stepping forward. “This isn’t a good time—” “Be silent,” she snapped, her tone brooking no argument. “I’ve had enough of this madness.” Her gaze landed on me, and her lips curled into a sneer. “And you. This is all you're doing.” Her words hit like a slap, and I felt my claws flex instinc
Kaida’s POV The battlefield was a chaotic storm of snarls, growls, and the clash of blades. Crescent Moon warriors fought with ferocity, meeting Logan’s forces head-on at the eastern border. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the cries of wolves locked in combat. Atlas’s voice carried over the noise as he commanded the warriors, his presence a pillar of strength. But despite our efforts, Logan’s forces pressed hard, their numbers relentless. “We’re holding,” Axel shouted, cutting through a rogue with a swift strike. “But not for long!” My chest burned with frustration. This fight was dragging on, and every second cost us more lives. Logan’s pack was too coordinated, their tactics too precise. Then I saw him—Alpha Logan. He stood at the edge of the battle, barking orders to his warriors, his presence like a shadow over the battlefield. My vision tunneled. I could feel the fury rising within me, an unrelenting force that burned brighter with every passing mome
Kaida’s POV The packhouse was alive with tension the morning after the attack on Oakwood’s territory. Warriors moved with purpose, sharpening blades, mending armor, and exchanging whispers about the success of our ambush. Despite the lingering adrenaline, I knew this was only a temporary victory. Atlas stood at the war room table, his hands braced against the map spread before him. His expression was unreadable, but the furrow in his brow betrayed his thoughts. “They’ll retaliate,” he said, his voice steady but edged with determination. I nodded, stepping closer. “And they’ll come at us harder. Logan won’t let this go unanswered.” Atlas looked up, his eyes locking with mine. “We need to prepare for the next move. I want to hit them again before they can regroup.” I hesitated. “Another attack? So soon?” “Yes,” Atlas said firmly. “We have the momentum. If we wait, they’ll rebuild, and Logan will use this time to strengthen his alliances.” I couldn’t argue with his logic. Striki
Kaida’s POV The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth as we moved silently through Oakwood’s territory. Each step brought us closer to Alpha Logan’s camp. I tightened my grip on the blade strapped to my thigh, my heartbeat steady despite the tension thrumming through the group. Atlas led the charge, his movements silent and deliberate. “Stay sharp,” he murmured, his voice low but firm. “This needs to be fast and clean. No mistakes.” I nodded, signaling to Axel, who flanked my left. Our target was Logan’s supply depot—a critical weak point. If we could destroy it, we’d cut off their resources and weaken their forces. The southern entrance was poorly guarded, just as our scouts had reported. Two guards patrolled lazily, their attention more on the quiet night than on potential threats. Axel signaled to me. I nodded, crouching low as we crept forward. In one synchronized motion, Axel and I dispatched the guards, their bodies crumpling silently to the ground. “
Akira’s POV The following morning, the Oakwood packhouse buzzed with activity. My father, Alpha Logan, had summoned his lieutenants for a final strategy meeting. As Miguel and I entered the council chamber, the tension was palpable. Alpha Logan stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding. His icy gaze swept over the room before landing on me. “Akira,” he said, his voice low but firm. “Do you and Miguel have any updates to share?” Miguel took his seat beside me, his confidence radiating like a shield. “Crescent Moon is making moves to rally neighboring packs. Atlas is trying to shore up his defenses, but it’s a desperate play.” My father’s expression hardened, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Desperation makes wolves reckless. We must use that to our advantage.” I leaned forward, my tone sharp. “Atlas is predictable. He’ll focus on defense, but he’ll also try to protect Kaida at all costs. She’s his weakness.” Logan smirked, nodding in approval. “And we will exp
Akira’s POV The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the lavish room in my father’s packhouse, casting flickering shadows on the walls. I stood by the window, looking out at the sprawling territory of Oakwood Pack. My mind raced with plans, alliances, and strategies, but the satisfaction of knowing that Crescent Moon’s destruction was imminent brought a smile to my lips. “Deep in thought?” Miguel’s deep voice broke through the silence. I turned to see him leaning against the doorway, his dark eyes studying me with a mix of amusement and desire. “Always,” I replied, walking toward him. “You know how I am. There’s always a plot brewing.” Miguel smirked, stepping forward to close the distance between us. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “That’s what I love about you, Akira. You’re relentless. Ruthless.” “And you love that, don’t you?” I teased, my voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Among other things,” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. We moved
Atlas’s POV Despite the looming threat, I found myself drawn to Kaida’s quiet strength. She carried herself with a grace that belied the storm raging within her, and it was impossible not to admire the fire in her eyes. I watched her from the training grounds as she sparred with Axel. Her movements were sharp, her strikes precise, but there was a ferocity in her that felt different tonight—like she was fighting ghosts only she could see. “She’s impressive,” Jace said, stepping up beside me. “She’s more than that,” I replied, my voice soft but certain. “She’s the heart of this pack.” Jace nodded, but his expression was grim. “She’s also a target, Atlas. Logan and Akira won’t stop until they’ve destroyed her.” “They’ll have to go through me first,” I said, my jaw tightening. Later that evening, I found Kaida sitting by the river, her legs dangling over the edge of the dock. The moonlight danced across the water, casting a soft glow on her features. I approached quietly, not wan
Atlas’s POV I stood at the head of the war table in the strategy room, Kaida by my side. Her sharp eyes scanned the maps and notes scattered across the surface. Axel, Alex, and my beta, Jace, surrounded us, their expressions grim. “We need allies,” Jace said, breaking the silence. “We can’t hold against those numbers alone.” “I’ve already sent word to the neighboring packs,” I replied. “But we don’t know if they’ll answer in time.” Kaida frowned, tapping her fingers against the edge of the table. “Logan’s alliances aren’t built on trust—they’re built on fear and power. If we can disrupt his forces and sow doubt among his allies, we might be able to turn the tide.” Alex nodded, his voice cautious. “Logan’s strength lies in his ability to intimidate. If we expose his weaknesses, his allies might think twice about following him into battle.” “And what about Akira?” Axel asked, his tone laced with anger. “She’s not just another pawn in Logan’s game. She’s dangerous, and she k
Atlas’s POV The pack meeting was tense. Kaida and I stood side by side before the Crescent Moon wolves, the weight of our decisions bearing down on us. The news of Akira’s disappearance had spread, sparking whispers and unease among the ranks. “We face enemies who know our weaknesses and are not afraid to exploit them,” I said, my voice firm as I addressed the pack. “But we also stand stronger than we’ve ever been. With Kaida’s return, our unity is our greatest weapon.” The pack’s response was a resounding howl of approval, but beneath their enthusiasm, I saw the flickers of doubt and fear. They trusted me, but trust wasn’t enough. Kaida stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding. “We know Akira has gone to her father, Alpha Logan, and that Shadowfang and Miguel are still in play. They’re rallying forces, but so are we. Together, we will not just defend Crescent Moon—we will destroy the threats against us.” Her words sparked something in the pack, a fierce determination that
Kada’s povI stepped out of my room late at night to grab some water, but what I saw in the living room made my heart sink. My father, the legendary warrior once known as the greatest Alpha in history, sat quietly, staring at a framed picture of my mother and her wolf. It was a gift he had made for her when she was still a teenager, and the way he gazed at it, lost in thought, made me realize how much he still missed her.My mother’s loss during the attack had changed him forever. He was never the same after that, and seeing him so broken made me feel helpless. I tiptoed behind him and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders in a comforting embrace. “Hey, princess. What are you doing up this late?” he asked gently, reaching for my hand and kissing the back of it. He pulled me onto his lap like he used to when I was a little girl. “I just came down for some water. And you? Why are you sitting here all alone, Alpha Thor?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He gave me a sad sm...
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