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Kaida’s pov I feigned confusion, playing dumb as best I could. “What are you talking about, Piper?” Her eyes lit up with amusement, and she leaned closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a juicy secret. “Don’t play coy with me, Kaida. The alpha hasn’t taken his eyes off you since we got here. Seriously, it’s like he’s trying to set you on fire with that stare of his.” I shrugged, hoping to deflect. “I don’t know, Piper. He’s the alpha. He can do whatever he pleases. Maybe he’s just bored.” Piper’s brow arched, her expression growing sharper. “No, Kaida. Don’t try to outsmart me; I’m your best friend, remember? You’ve been avoiding eye contact with him all day like he’s Medusa or something. Spill. What’s going on?” Her words made me freeze for a moment, my mind scrambling for a response. I wanted to tell her everything—the strange pull I felt when Atlas looked at me, the way his gaze seemed to strip away my defences, and the haunting memories of my mysterious lover. Bu
Kaida's pov The rest of the day passed in a haze. I couldn’t stop replaying the moment in the restroom—the way Atlas’s kiss had set me on fire and how my slap had barely fazed him. His words haunted me: “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it, Kaida.” I hated how much truth there was in that statement. As the final bell rang, I gathered my things, ready to bolt from the school and away from the chaos of my emotions. But as I stepped into the courtyard, I froze. Standing by the school gates was Alpha Miguel, his tall figure unmistakable, his aura commanding as ever. Miguel. The sight of him made my breath catch. He leaned casually against his sleek black car, dressed impeccably as usual, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. When he spotted me, his lips curved into a warm, confident smile that sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “Kaida!” he called, his deep voice cutting through the noise around us. Every head in the vicinity turned, and whispers began to spread like w
Kaida’s pov The sparring session began in full swing, and the warriors paired off to test their skills. I was quick to find my footing, slipping into the focused mindset that training demanded. Every move, every strike, was deliberate and controlled. I’d just finished pinning one of the senior warriors when I noticed Miguel standing off to the side, arms crossed, watching me with an expression that could only be described as pure awe. His lips curved into a grin as I straightened, brushing dirt off my hands. “Kaida, you didn’t tell me you were this lethal,” he called out, his voice loud enough to turn a few heads. I shot him a pointed look, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m just doing my job, Miguel.” “Your job?” He laughed, clearly enjoying himself. “No, this is a performance. I should be charging admission!” His playful tone earned a few chuckles from the onlookers, but I ignored the attention, turning my focus back to the next opponent. Miguel didn’t let up, though.
Kaida's pov As the crowd began to disperse, the buzz of excitement still hanging in the air, Atlas turned his attention to Miguel. His movements were deliberate, his expression unreadable, but the tension radiating from him was palpable. Miguel, ever the picture of calm confidence, noticed Atlas approaching and smirked knowingly, leaning casually against a nearby tree. "Alpha Miguel," Atlas said, his voice low but firm. “We need to talk.” Miguel raised an eyebrow, the grin never leaving his face. “Oh? And what could be so important, Alpha Atlas, that you can’t say it in front of everyone?” The warriors nearby began to slow their movements, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. Though they didn’t linger outright, many stayed within earshot, their curiosity piqued. Atlas stepped closer, his tone dropping even lower, meant only for Miguel. “I’ll make this clear: stay away from Kaida.” Miguel laughed, a sound that carried just enough volume to draw more attention. “Stay away f
Kaida’s pov The afternoon sun blazed over the training grounds as I finished stacking the last of the practice weapons. I had just started to walk back toward the pack house when Akira stormed toward me, her face twisted in anger. Her usually perfect composure was nowhere to be found, and her steps were as fiery as her expression. “Kaida!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the chatter of nearby warriors. Heads turned, and conversations halted as everyone watched her approach me with unmistakable fury. I stopped in my tracks, my instincts immediately on high alert. “Akira,” I said, my voice steady, though my stomach churned. “What’s this about?” She didn’t bother with pleasantries, her finger jabbing toward me as she closed the distance. “This is about *you*,” she hissed. “About how you’ve managed to ruin everything.” I frowned, crossing my arms defensively. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Akira snapped, her tone dripping wit
The return of Alpha Atlas’s grandmother, Lady Seraphina, caused quite a stir within the pack. Known for her formidable reputation and traditional views, Lady Seraphina was a figure of authority and respect. Her presence alone seemed to weigh heavily on everyone, including me, though I hadn’t even met her yet. Rumors spread quickly, as they always did, and I soon heard the whispers: Akira had been the one to convince Lady Seraphina to return. She had portrayed herself as the perfect Luna candidate—a strong, capable woman who could lead alongside Atlas. Worse, I heard my name tangled in the stories Akira had spun. “She seduced both Atlas and Miguel,” one pack member whispered to another as I walked past. “Can you believe it? No wonder the alphas are at odds. A girl like that has no place here.” “It’s disgraceful,” someone else murmured. “Lady Seraphina won’t tolerate it, that’s for sure.” The weight of their words bore down on me, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore them, the
Kaida's pov When Atlas was younger, barely out of his teens, his parents passed, leaving the pack vulnerable. It was my father, Alpha Thor, who had stepped in as an advisor and protector, ensuring that Atlas’s transition to Alpha was swift and unchallenged. My father had been instrumental in securing the alliances and support that kept Atlas’s pack strong during its most vulnerable time. But time was a cruel mistress, and memories faded. Lady Seraphina, blinded by her own selfish ambitions, chose to overlook my father’s sacrifices. Instead, she saw only his fall from power—a man who had lost his pack and his mate, and by extension, a daughter who no longer bore the title of princess. Her preference for Akira became glaringly obvious. Akira, who came from a pack that still held its strength, was a convenient choice. She was polished, poised, and willing to play the role of the perfect Luna contrast to me, with my tarnished family history. --- One evening, as I sat with
Atlas's POV I was standing by the edge of the training grounds, the setting sun casting long shadows across the field. The warriors were dispersing, their laughter and chatter filling the air. My focus was elsewhere, lost in a storm of thoughts that had been brewing for days. Kaida. Her name alone stirred something within me—something I couldn’t ignore no matter how hard I tried. The guilt was a constant weight, and yet, I had done nothing to ease it. “Alpha Atlas,” a voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to see Axel approaching, his strides purposeful, his expression hard. There was no trace of the usual camaraderie he showed during training; this was a man on a mission. “Axel,” I greeted, keeping my tone neutral. “What brings you here?” He stopped a few feet away, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low but firm. I nodded, gesturing for him to continue. Axel didn’t mince words. “I know, Atlas. I know
Kaida’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as I paced my quarters in the Blood Moon packhouse, Miguel’s words from earlier echoing in my mind. He had tasked me with leading a mission into Crescent Moon pack to gather intelligence on their defenses—a mission that felt more like a trap the more I thought about it.Miguel’s calculated gaze and smooth tone haunted me, but the stakes were too high to refuse. If I didn’t play along, it would tip him off. And I couldn’t risk that.I glanced at Axel, who sat silently on the edge of my bed. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with worry.“We both know this mission isn’t what it seems,” I said finally, breaking the silence.Axel looked up, his expression grim. “Of course, it’s not. Miguel doesn’t trust anyone, least of all you. This is a test, Kaida. And if he thinks you’ve failed, he’ll make sure you don’t come back.”“I know,” I said quietly, crossing my arms. “That’s why we’re not playing by his rules.”Axel frowned, setting his blade asi
Kaida’s povEvery smile, every nod, every carefully timed agreement brought me closer to the truth he was so desperate to conceal. But the deeper I dug, the more twisted the web became. Miguel wasn’t just focused on exploiting my powers. He was preparing for something bigger—something that involved more than just Blood Moon and Crescent Moon packs. It started with subtle changes. More rogues appearing near our borders, strange shipments arriving under cover of night, and Miguel spending hours locked away in his office with his most trusted warriors. And then I overheard something that changed everything. A Meeting in the Shadows It was late, the packhouse shrouded in darkness, when I crept toward the storage shed near the southern border. I had seen Miguel and two warriors enter earlier, their movements careful and deliberate. The faint murmur of voices drifted through the cracks in the wooden walls as I crouched nearby, my heart pounding in my chest. “…delivered last night,”
Kaida’s POV The days following my return to Blood Moon pack were a dance of deception. Miguel had grown more attentive, always pulling me into discussions about the pack’s defenses or watching me during training sessions with an intensity that set my nerves on edge. I couldn’t afford to slip. Not now. Every smile, every nod, every carefully chosen word was part of a performance, one I couldn’t allow Miguel to see through. He thought he had me fooled, that I trusted him. Little did he know, I was here to uncover every piece of his twisted plan. One morning, after a particularly grueling sparring session, Miguel approached me on the training grounds. His sharp eyes scanned me as I wiped the sweat from my brow. “You’re impressive, Kaida,” he said, his voice smooth. I straightened, forcing a polite smile. “Thank you, Alpha.” Miguel stepped closer, his tone shifting. “I’ve been thinking about your role here. You’ve proven yourself time and again. The pack respects you, and I believ
Kaida’s POV The morning after my secret meeting with Atlas, I stood on the edge of Crescent Moon pack territory, gazing out at the forest that separated me from Blood Moon. My chest felt heavy, torn between the desire to stay by Atlas’s side and the dangerous mission ahead. “You don’t have to do this,” Atlas said behind me, his voice low but firm. I turned to face him, his golden eyes filled with concern. “Yes, I do. If Miguel and Akira think I’m oblivious, they’ll continue their game—and that’s when we’ll strike.” Atlas stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. I can’t lose you, Kaida.” I placed my hand over his, my heart aching. “You won’t lose me. I swear.” He nodded reluctantly, his jaw tightening. “I’ll be watching. The moment you need me, I’ll be there.” With one last look, I turned and disappeared into the trees, the weight of our plan settling over me like a cloak. By the time I arrived at Blood Moon pack, the sun was h
Atlas's pov I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the faint glow of the crescent moon outside my window. Sleep had become a distant memory. Crescent Moon pack had grown restless under my leadership. Akira’s betrayal, the rogue attacks, and the whispers of Kaida’s name in every corner of my mind made it impossible to find peace. A faint creak pulled me from my thoughts. My muscles tensed as my eyes flicked to the door. It wasn’t unusual for wolves to seek me out at odd hours, but something about this felt different. The scent hit me before I saw her—wildflowers and the crispness of the forest after rain. My heart skipped a beat. “Kaida,” I whispered, my voice filled with disbelief as she slipped into the room. She shut the door quietly behind her, her gaze meeting mine with an intensity that sent a jolt through my chest. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again,” I said, rising from the bed. Kaida smiled softly, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “I figure
Kaida’s POV The moonlight spilled into the quiet corridors of the Blood Moon packhouse,The restless energy swirling inside me wouldn’t let me sleep, so I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. As I moved through the dim hallways, my footsteps light, I caught the faint sound of voices. I paused, my ears pricking at the low tones coming from Miguel’s office. The door was slightly ajar, and though instinct told me to walk away, curiosity won. I stepped closer, pressing myself against the wall near the door, careful not to make a sound. “I don’t care how long it takes, Miguel,” Akira’s voice hissed, sharp with frustration. “Kaida needs to be dealt with. She’s stronger than we thought, and if we don’t act soon, she’ll become a problem for both of us.” My breath caught in my throat. Akira? She was in Blood Moon pack territory? “Patience,” Miguel replied, his tone calm and calculating. “Kaida is valuable. She trusts me more each day, and when the time is right, I’ll use tha
Kaida’s POV The tension in the room was palpable as I paced back and forth, my boots echoing on the wooden floor of the guesthouse. Axel sat on the edge of a worn armchair, his jaw clenched and arms crossed. Our father, Alpha Thor, leaned against the windowsill, his face shadowed with worry. “You’ve always said that Blood Moon pack wasn’t home,” I began, turning to face him. “That it was only temporary. Well, it’s time to take back what’s ours.” My father’s expression hardened, the weight of old memories settling in his gaze. “Kaida, you don’t understand. That battle wasn’t just about power. It was personal. I lost friends, family—everything. I won’t lose the two of you too.” Axel stood, his fists tightening at his sides. “And what are we supposed to do, Dad? Sit here forever and pretend like we’re happy while someone else rules what’s rightfully ours?” Our father sighed heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’ve made my peace w
Kaida’s POV Sleep eluded me as the rogue’s words echoed in my mind: “Ask Akira.” It wasn’t possible—or at least, it shouldn’t have been. She lived in Crescent Moon pack, far from here. What kind of connection could she have to the rogues attacking Blood Moon pack? The question gnawed at me as the first light of dawn broke over the treetops. By the time Axel knocked on my door, I was already dressed and ready for whatever the day might bring. “We need to talk,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. His sharp gaze swept over me, his expression more serious than usual. “What is it?” I asked. “I couldn’t sleep last night,” he admitted, sitting on the edge of my bed. “That rogue… You know something, don’t you?” I hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on me. Axel was my brother, my confidant, but the name I had heard carried too many implications. “He mentioned Akira,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. Axel’s eyes widened. “A
Kaida’s POV The day after the rogue attack, the Blood Moon pack buzzed with activity. Patrols doubled, warriors sharpened their blades, and Miguel called for increased training to prepare for whatever was coming. While the pack seemed determined, I couldn’t shake the unease settling in my chest. Akira’s name lingered in my thoughts, her possible connection to the rogues gnawing at the edges of my mind. She lived in Crescent Moon pack, far from here—so how could she be involved? “Kaida,” Axel’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He stood by the training grounds, his expression serious. “Miguel wants to see us.” “Us?” I asked, surprised. Axel nodded. “Whatever this is, it’s big.” I followed him toward the packhouse, my nerves tightening with each step. Miguel’s Warning Miguel stood at the head of the war room, a large map of the territory spread across the table before him. His lieutenants flanked him, their faces grim. “Kaida, Axel,” Miguel greeted as we entered, his