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Atlas pov "he continued, his gaze steady and piercing. "She has always carried herself with grace, even in the face of adversity. But this? This is different. She's hurting, Atlas. And whether you admit it or not, you're the reason for that pain." I clenched my fists, the guilt pressing down on me. "Alpha Thor, I—" He raised a hand, cutting me off. "I don't need excuses or explanations. What I need is for you to decide if you’re going to step up or step aside. Because Kaida deserves someone who will choose her, without hesitation or fear. Not someone who hides behind excuses about rationality or control." His words stung, but they were laced with truth. I couldn’t deny the turmoil I’d caused—choosing distance over action, allowing doubt to override the bond we shared. "Do you think I don’t see how much you care for her?" Thor's tone softened slightly. "But caring isn't enough. A mate isn't just a title or a feeling. It's a commitment to stand by them, to protect them, to
Kaida's POV A day to my birthday, and I was happier than I’d been in weeks. There was an inexplicable joy bubbling within me, a lightness that kept me smiling at even the smallest things. Everyone noticed it—my parents, my brother, even the patrol guards who caught me humming on my way to training. But no matter how bright this happiness felt, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. My mysterious lover, the one who’d visited me at night, hadn’t come to me in days. And then there was Atlas. He’d locked himself away in his study for days, avoiding everyone—including me. I tried not to let it bother me, but my heart ached with the longing to see him, to make sure he was okay. But I couldn’t. Not now. I already had enough going on in my life without adding Atlas’s avoidance to the mix. I sighed and turned to the window, letting the gentle evening breeze soothe my mind. Then, I heard it. “Kaida.” A soft, beautiful voice called my name. “Kaida,” it said again,
Kaida's POV The moon hung high above us, casting its silvery glow across the forest as we sprinted through the trees. My heart pounded in sync with the rhythm of my paws hitting the earth, and I never wanted this night to end. The wind rushed past me, carrying the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the exhilaration coursing through my veins. Every muscle in my body felt alive, humming with power, as though the wolf inside me had always been waiting for this moment. I glanced to my side and saw my father, his massive silver form a blur of strength and grace as he ran ahead of me. My brother flanked me on the other side, his big frame darting through the underbrush with ease. Together, we were a pack, bound by blood and now by something even deeper—a connection I had only just begun to understand. As the clock ticked toward midnight, I slowed my pace. A soft, familiar voice echoed in my mind, warm and comforting. “Happy birthday, Kaida.” I stumbled slightly, startled at
Kaida's pov The next morning was perfect, almost suspiciously so. The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. My friends greeted me with warm hugs, wide smiles, and endless streams of “Happy Birthday!” It was hard not to get swept up in their enthusiasm. By lunchtime, I was glowing—though it wasn’t just the birthday wishes keeping the smile on my face. There was something more, something I couldn’t stop thinking about: the message from my mysterious mate. I sat down at our usual table with Piper, my best friend and perpetual source of chaos. She immediately slid her tray next to mine, her sharp green eyes narrowing as she studied me. “You’ve been smiling like a lovestruck idiot all day,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she bit into her sandwich. “Is it just because today’s your birthday, or is there something you’re not telling me?” I tried to school my expression, but the grin I’d been holding back broke free anyway. I shook my head, p
I stormed down the hallway, my steps echoing off the walls as I ignored the curious stares of pack members lingering nearby. Their eyes followed me, heavy with unspoken questions, but I didn’t care. My emotions were a storm threatening to consume me, and I wasn’t about to let anyone stand in my way. The entrance to Atlas’s office loomed ahead, guarded by two towering wolves in their human forms. They straightened as I approached, their eyes sharp with suspicion. But before I could even reach them, an intoxicating scent hit me, stopping me in my tracks. It was a mix of cedarwood and smoke, warm and wild, and it sent a shiver through my entire body. Selene stirred inside me, her voice a low growl of recognition. “Mate,” she whispered, her tone a mix of triumph and longing. My heart pounded. I knew it. I had suspected it for days, maybe even weeks, but this confirmed everything. My suspicions weren’t just paranoia—they were truth. I squared my shoulders and walked up to the gua
Kaida's Pov As I stormed out of Atlas’s office, fury burning in my veins, the last person I wanted to see was standing at the entrance: Akira. She was fuming, her arms crossed as the guards blocked her path. “And why did you let her into the alpha’s office but dare to block my path?” she snapped, her sharp voice cutting through the tension. “You do realize I will soon be the Luna of this pack, right?” The guards didn’t even flinch. Their silence only seemed to fuel her anger, her face twisting in frustration. Then her cold eyes landed on me. “Kaida,” she spat, her tone dripping with venom, “what exactly were you doing in the alpha’s office?” I met her glare with one of my own, refusing to be intimidated. “I don’t answer to losers like you,” I said, my voice as sharp as hers. Her lips parted in shock for a moment before snapping shut, her nostrils flaring. “But,” I added, a wicked smirk tugging at my lips, “since you’re so curious—and clearly it’s killing you—I went to see
Kaida's POv I stood frozen, watching Atlas disappear into the shadows. His words echoed in my mind, but they brought no comfort. “I’ll fix this.” What did that even mean? How could he fix something that he was still breaking with every moment of hesitation, every ounce of silence that let Akira hold her place at his side? Selene growled within me, her voice low and angry. “He walks away again. Always walking away. We should fight. We should demand more.” But what was there to fight for if he wouldn’t fight for me? My chest ached, the weight of rejection heavier than ever. I turned back toward the pack grounds, my steps slower now, my anger cooling into something far more dangerous—painful resignation. Piper was waiting for me near the training field, leaning casually against a tree. She straightened when she saw me approach, her sharp eyes scanning my face. “Well?” she asked, her tone cautious but curious. I shook my head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Same story, differe
Atlas’s POV From the moment I stepped into the club, I regretted coming. The flashing lights and pounding music made my wolf restless, but it wasn’t the chaos of the crowd that set me on edge—it was her. Kaida. She stood in the center of the room, radiant and breathtaking as ever, her laughter cutting through the noise like a melody meant just for me. But she wasn’t alone. Miguel. The sight of him standing so close to her, his hand casually brushing her arm, made my blood boil. My wolf growled low and menacing, pacing within me like a caged beast. “He’s touching her. He’s too close. Do something!” But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. I stayed in the shadows, watching as she laughed at something he said, her smile wide and genuine. It should have been me making her laugh like that. Me standing beside her, celebrating her birthday the way she deserved. Instead, I’d spent months pushing her away, and now someone else was filling the void I’d created. When she leaned into
Kaida’s POV The war had left **scars**—on the pack, on our people, on **us. But tonight, none of that mattered. Because tonight, I was **in Atlas’s arms.** Safe. Wanted. **His. The night air was **cool**, but his body was **warm against mine**, his golden eyes **burning with something deeper than desire. Something **primal. Something **only meant for me. Atlas **pinned me against the wall**, his large hands braced on either side of my head. I should have felt **trapped.** But I didn’t. I felt **devoured. His gaze **swept over me**, taking in every inch of my body as if **memorizing me all over again.** My breath **hitched**, heat **pooling low in my stomach.** "You’re staring," I murmured. Atlas’s lips **curled into a slow, wicked smile. "Can you blame me?" he murmured, his voice **a rough whisper against my skin.** I shivered, my fingers gripping his shirt, **pulling him closer.** His scent—**cedar, smoke, and something uniquely him—**w
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