Kaida’s POV Throughout training, I tried to focus, to let the rhythm of my movements drown out the thoughts racing through my mind. But every time I blinked, the same image flooded back—Atlas and Akira, hand in hand, her clinging to him as if he belonged to her. My heart twisted painfully at the memory, each second stretching as I relived it over and over. t was ridiculous to feel this way, I told myself. But no matter how many times I swung my blade or threw a punch, I couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of me had cracked open. I was the warrior of this pack. I wasn’t supposed to feel so weak. And yet, just one look at them had left me breathless, my confidence shaken. Could he really have feelings for her? didn't he tell me he had nothing doing with her? The thought clawed at me, leaving an ache in my chest. I threw a punch harder than necessary, letting the impact send a tremor up my arm. Maybe this was foolish. Maybe I was letting my heart get ahead of me. But in t
kaida's pov As I lost myself in the music, feeling the warmth of the alcohol easing away my worries, I let my body move freely, swaying my waist and showing off a few dance moves I hadn’t pulled out in a while. I was fully in the moment, laughing with my friends, when I suddenly felt a strong presence behind me. A hand slipped gently around my waist, and I glanced over my shoulder to find none other than Alpha Miguel. Known as one of the most respectable alphas and admired by many, he was a little older than Atlas but every bit as captivating. The confidence in his gaze and the warmth in his smile was enough to make any she-wolf feel noticed. I returned his smile, feeling a spark of excitement. He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "how I wish you were my mate." The words caught me off guard, and I turned to look at him, surprised yet flattered. “You’re a great person, Alpha Miguel,” I replied with a playful smile. “I’m sure you’ll find that lucky
Kaida’s POV I turned to him, feeling frustration bubbling up inside. “And why does that bother you so much, huh? You don’t get to decide who I dance with.” Atlas clenched his jaw, his gaze smouldering. “Kaida, I don’t want anyone else touching you.” His words hung between us, raw and powerful, and before I could process what was happening, he reached out, cupping my jaw with his hand. In one fierce movement, his lips were on mine, the kiss consuming and intense, as if he’d been holding back for too long. My mind raced, struggling to make sense of what was happening. Why was Alpha Atlas kissing me? I’d dreamed of a moment like this, but something about the kiss felt strangely familiar—the way his hand held my face, the warmth of his body, the tension between us. It was almost like being kissed by my mysterious man. Or maybe I was just fooling myself. Maybe he was the only man I’d ever kissed, and that’s why everything felt so similar. I snapped out of the daze and shoved him a
Kaida’s POV “Dad, I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I’m falling for Alpha Atlas,” I began, my voice spilling out my confusion. “Maybe it’s just because he’s an alpha, but he always acts so strangely whenever he sees me with another male. You know what he’s like—a player, someone who doesn’t stick to one person. I don’t want to get tangled up with him.” I paused, taking a breath, but the words kept coming. “Just imagine it—he went so far as to warn Alpha Miguel to stay away from me, just because we were dancing! It’s insane. He’s always possessive, even though we’re not together, and I don’t know if I can handle that.” I could feel the frustration building as I let it all out. My father listened, a calm smile on his face, waiting until I was finished before he spoke. “Princess, you haven’t found your mate yet, and it’s normal to feel a pull toward other male wolves at this stage of your life. Sometimes that pull might lead you to your true mate—or it might not. So, just be
Kaida’s pov As I approached the school entrance, Alpha Atlas’ gaze bore into me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He had been watching me since the moment I stepped out of the car, his eyes sharp and unyielding, as though he could see straight through me. I told myself to keep walking, to ignore the weight of his scrutiny, but before I could, Akira swept in. She rushed to him with dramatic urgency, her voice cutting through the air like nails on a chalkboard. "Atlas, I’ve been looking for you everywhere," she said, her tone dripping with petulance, the kind of entitled complaint that only someone accustomed to being the centre of attention could master. Her irritation was evident, but it was the way she glanced at me that truly caught my attention. Her gaze lingered a fraction too long, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly, and I caught the flicker of a challenge in their depths. It wasn’t overt, but it was unmistakable—a silent declaration that this moment was
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.
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