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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
Atlas's POV The corridors of the Crescent Moon Pack’s estate were eerily quiet as I made my way to my grandmother’s quarters. The air was heavy, and my chest tightened with every step. Confronting Lady Seraphina wasn’t something I ever took lightly—she was as immovable as the mountains that surrounded our territory. But for Kaida, I had no choice. I knocked once before stepping inside. The room was exactly as I remembered: filled with ornate furniture and the lingering scent of lavender. Lady Seraphina sat by the window, her sharp eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “Atlas,” she greeted coolly, setting down the book she’d been reading. “What brings you here at this hour?” I closed the door behind me, taking a deep breath. “We need to talk, Grandmother.” Her lips twitched into a faint smirk. “I assumed as much. Go on, then.” I straightened, my voice firm. “It’s about Kaida.” Her expression hardened immediately, and she waved a hand dismissively. “Ah, the girl. What of
Atlas’s POV The knock on my office door came just as I was finishing a pile of paperwork. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and in walked Alpha Miguel, his usual easygoing grin plastered across his face. "Atlas, my friend," he said, his tone light, but his sharp eyes immediately assessed me. "You look like a man drowning in his responsibilities." I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "Miguel, I thought we were here for a meeting, not to hear you state the obvious." Miguel chuckled and flopped into the chair across from me, completely at ease. “Lighten up, Atlas. That permanent scowl of yours will scare off your entire pack one day. Well, maybe not Akira—she seems immune to good judgment.” I narrowed my eyes at him, but before I could respond, the door opened again. In sauntered Akira, her presence commanding as always. Without a word, she strode over to me, leaning down to press her lips against mine in a bold, possessive kiss. I froze, caught off guard by her auda
Miguel’s POV Kaida’s home was alive with warmth and laughter. It was nothing like the cold formality I was used to in my pack. Her father, a man of quiet strength, had welcomed me like an old friend, while her brother, Axel, had grinned and clapped me on the back with a camaraderie that felt surprisingly genuine. But it was Kaida who drew me in the most. Her smile was radiant, a blend of mischief and sincerity that made the air feel lighter. She laughed easily, teasing Axel about his footwork during sparring and challenging me to prove my "alpha techniques" were as good as I claimed. “You’ve talked a big, Miguel,” she said, her arms crossed, eyes sparkling. “Let’s see if you can back it up.” “Oh, Kaida,” I drawled, leaning against the wooden post of their training grounds. “You really think I’d embarrass myself in front of you? Prepare to be impressed.” Her brother snorted from behind her. “Don’t let her goad you, Miguel. She’s been itching to show off.” Kaida rolled
Piper’s POV The night air was thick with celebration. Laughter, music, the scent of roasted meats and sweet honeyed drinks filled the courtyard. And yet, I could barely focus on any of it. Not when Rex was looking at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me whole. I swallowed hard, my body still buzzing from our earlier kiss. I had kissed him. And now, I wasn’t sure if I had made a **huge mistake or if I was already too far gone to turn back. Because the moment his golden eyes locked onto mine, I knew— I was in trouble. I tried to step away from the crowd, to put some distance between us, but Rex was already there. Blocking my path and Towering over me. His heat pressed against my skin, his scent wrapping around me like a wildfire. "Piper," he murmured, his voice rough and thick. I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the way my stomach tightened. "I need air," I muttered. He smirked. "Then let me join you." "It’s not necessary—" But he was
Piper’s POV The night air was thick with celebration. Laughter, music, the scent of roasted meats and sweet honeyed drinks filled the courtyard. And yet, I could barely focus on any of it. Not when Rex was looking at me like that. Like he wanted to devour me whole. I swallowed hard, my body still buzzing from our earlier kiss. I had kissed him. And now, I wasn’t sure if I had made a **huge mistake or if I was already too far gone to turn back. Because the moment his golden eyes locked onto mine, I knew— I was in trouble. I tried to step away from the crowd, to put some distance between us, but Rex was already there. Blocking my path and Towering over me. His heat pressed against my skin, his scent wrapping around me like a wildfire. "Piper," he murmured, his voice rough and thick. I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the way my stomach tightened. "I need air," I muttered. He smirked. "Then let me join you." "It’s not necessary—" But he was
Atlas’s POV The sun rose over Crescent Moon, its golden light bathing the bloodstained battlefield** in an eerie glow. For the first time in weeks, the air was silent. No growls. No screams. No sounds of war. Just… silence. And yet, my body remained tense. Because this wasn’t over. Not yet. I stood on the balcony of the packhouse, overlooking the aftermath. **Scattered bodies** of fallen rogues lay across the courtyard, some already being removed by our warriors. The scent of smoke and blood still clung to the wind. Crescent Moon had survived. But at what cost? A part of me should have felt victorious. We had fought. We had won. Silas had been forced to retreat. And yet, as I watched the warriors move through the rubble, tending to the wounded, I didn’t feel victorious. I felt… exhausted. Drained in a way that had **nothing to do with battle wounds. Because Silas was still out there. And deep down, I knew he would return. A warm **hand touched my shoulder**,
Atlas’s POV Silas’s claws **clashed** against mine. He was **faster and stronger than I thought . And worst of all—he was **playing with me.** I could see it in his **silver eyes**, the cruel amusement beneath every dodge, every **calculated strike**. He wasn’t fighting to kill. Not yet. He was **testing me. And that terrified me more than anything. I dodged a sharp swipe aimed at my throat, twisting and landing a solid punch to his ribs. Silas barely **flinched.** Instead, he grinned. “Come on, Atlas. You were raised to be better than this.” I **growled**, shifting into my wolf form, my golden fur **bristling** under the moonlight. Silas followed instantly, his **massive** form shifting—his silver fur **darker**, almost *shadowed.* Then, before I could react— He **lunged.** His fangs **clamped down on my shoulder, pain **exploding** through me as I hit the ground hard. Damn it—**he was faster than me. I roared, kicking him off, blood **dripping** from
Rex’s POV The scent of burning wood and blood filled my lungs as the courtyard erupted into chaos. The welcome party had transformed into a battlefield within minutes, and I knew immediately this wasn’t random. This was coordinated. Planned. My claws sank into the throat of the rogue in front of me, the crunch of bone sharp beneath my grip. I threw the lifeless body aside, my golden eyes scanning the battlefield. Where was Piper? The moment the attack started, my wolf had gone insane, demanding we find her. And when I finally spotted her, A snarl tore through my throat. She was surrounded. Three rogues circled her, their growls **low and taunting. Piper’s emerald dress was torn, the fabric stained with blood some of it hers, most of it theirs.** She stood her ground, her breath heavy but steady. And in one swift movement, she sidestepped, dodging the attack before **plunging her claws into his chest. He dropped like a stone. The other two hesitated.
Kaida’s POV Laughter still echoed through the air as the celebration continued, but my focus was elsewhere. The figure in the shadows had vanished, but the unease in my chest remained. I knew peace wouldn’t last forever. **It never did.** I glanced at Atlas, who was laughing at something Axel had said, his golden eyes alight with happiness. I wanted him to have this. I wanted all of us to have this. But something was coming. And I could feel it like a storm on the horizon. As the party stretched into the late hours of the night, I decided to step away from the crowd, letting the cool night air clear my mind. The packhouse loomed in the distance, lanterns flickering against the walls. And then, just as I reached the gardens— A voice whispered from the darkness. “He’s watching." I froze, my heart slamming against my ribs. Slowly, I turned, my wolf threatening to come out when she sensed danger. "Who’s there?" I demanded, my wolf stirring uneasi
Kaida’s POV As the sky keeps getting darker it felt like **forever, things were peaceful. No wars. No betrayals. No bloodshed. Just **laughter, music, and the promise of a new beginning.** And at the center of it all? **Piper and Rex.** I never thought I’d say this, but… I was **happy for them.** Even though Rex was a possessive, arrogant, hot-headed Alpha who needed serious **social training**, I could tell he **genuinely wanted** to keep Piper by his side. And as much as Piper **pretended to fight it**, I had seen the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching. As if, despite everything, **she was starting to want him too.** I stood behind Piper in my bedroom, carefully adjusting the fabric of her dress as she stared at herself in the mirror. Her expression was **unreadable**, her hands fidgeting slightly at her sides. "Okay, what’s that face for?" I asked, tilting my head. Piper sighed. "This just feels… weird." I arched a brow. "Weird how
Piper’s POV I had **imagined** what meeting my mate would be like. I thought it would be **soft. A slow, gradual understanding. A connection that bloomed with time, built on mutual respect. I never imagined being **dragged across the packhouse, locked in a room, and pinned against the wall by a furious Alpha with golden eyes burning into mine.** But here we were, caged in the arms of a dangerous alpha. Rex stood so **close**, his body caging me in, his presence **overwhelming**. He was **power and heat**, his golden gaze **blazing with possessiveness**. "You’re not leaving this room," he said, his voice **low, unyielding**. I stared at him, my heart **pounding against my ribs**. “You’re actually insane.” His attention was only on my lips and wonder if he heard what I said. His lips curled into something **dangerous**. “And you’re actually mine.” I sucked in a sharp breath, my hands **flat against his chest** to push him back. He didn’t move.,Not an inch
Rex’s POVWalking through Crescent Moon’s territory felt strange.It was both **familiar** and **foreign**, like the echoes of a past I had long been forced to forget. I passed the old training grounds, where Atlas and I had sparred as pups. The scent of pine and damp earth filled my nostrils, pulling me deeper into lost memories—ones I had buried beneath years of war and vengeance. But before I could sink further into the past, **something changed.** A scent. **Sweet. Addictive. Intoxicating.** My wolf **snapped to attention** so fast it nearly made me stumble. *Mate.* The word slammed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. *Mate. Mate. Let’s go to mate!* A growl rumbled in my chest as my instincts took over, leading me through the winding pathways of the packhouse. The past no longer mattered, all I want is to see her.I followed the scent, my steps quick, urgent. It led me to the grand hall, where a **welcome party** was being arranged. Laughter echoed th