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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.
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 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
Rex’s POVFor the first time in my adult life, I stood in Crescent Moon territory without a blade drawn, without the weight of war pressing down on my shoulders. Seraphina was **dead.** Her reign of control, of whispers and lies, had **finally ended.** And yet, as I stood beside my brother—the brother I had been raised to hate, to see as my enemy—I felt something I had not expected. **Relief.I had spent so long carrying **anger**, using it to fuel me, to push me forward. But now… There was nothing left to fight. Except, perhaps, for something I had **never let myself hope for.** A **family.** Atlas and I walked side by side toward the packhouse, the silence between us comfortable—no longer heavy with unspoken resentment. I glanced at him, smirking. “So… when do I get to meet your Luna?” Atlas sighed, rubbing his temples as if he already regretted this conversation. “Why do I feel like this is a terrible idea?” I chuckled. “Come on, Atlas. She’s my *sister-in-l
Rex’s POVAlpha Rex the old woman is making a move, she took advantage of your brother’s absence in the pack and mobilized his warriors who are loyal to her. I always knew Seraphina would come for me. She will try her dirty tricks again. She had **tried to erase me once before**—a shadow in the dark, a whisper of death sent to silence me before I could rise. The only difference is that am now matured enough to protect myself from a beast like her. This time, I was ready. And this time, she wouldn’t get another chance. I stood at the edge of my war tent, watching as my warriors prepared. The **Ironfang wolves** had pledged their loyalty to me, and Crescent Moon’s defectors—wolves who had finally seen the truth about Seraphina—had joined our ranks. My brother atlas sent some of his warriors to monitor seraphina’s movement ahead of time as if he knew she will strike and they are now part of my warriors. His simple gesture touched my heart. She thought she could take me down.
Atlas’s POVThe air between us was thick with silence.I had imagined this meeting a thousand times.In my mind, I had pictured Rex angry, demanding answers. I had prepared for him to blame me, to scream, to tell me I wasn’t his brother anymore.I had prepared for hatred.But I hadn’t prepared for this.For the way he stood there, calm, calculating.For the way he refused to feel anything at all.He wasn’t angry.He was cold.And that scared me more than anything.“You haven’t answered me,” I said, my voice quiet.Rex tilted his head slightly. “What was the question again?”His lack of emotion twisted something inside my chest.I swallowed hard. “Do you hate me?”He exhaled slowly, as if the question bored him. “Would it matter if I did?”The words hit harder than they should have.“Yes,” I admitted. “It would.”Because no matter what had happened…No matter how much time had passed…He was still my brother.And I wasn’t ready to accept that I had already lost him.I took a slow step
Rex’s POVAtlas had sent a letter.I stared at the parchment on my desk, untouched, unread, yet somehow infuriatingly loud.It was strange—how something so small could ignite a fire in my chest, a mixture of rage and something I refused to name.I should have ignored it.Should have burned it.But instead, I had spent the last hour just staring at it.As if it held the answers to the questions I had stopped asking years ago.Why didn’t they come for me? Why was I left behind? Why did Atlas get to live the life that was stolen from me?And most of all—Why was he reaching out now?The room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows against the stone walls.Shadowcrest had become my home, my fortress. I had built it from the ashes of my suffering, forged it into something indestructible.I took it from the pack forcefully from a traitor who betrayed Alpha Thor,kaida’s father.And yet, no matter how high I built my walls, no matter how much power I gained, there was
Atlas’s POV Rex had haunted my thoughts for days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw **flashes of memories I had long buried.** The scent of pine as we ran through the Crescent Moon forest as pups. The way our father had smiled at us—**at both of us.** The warmth of a bond that had once existed, severed before it had the chance to grow. I had spent my whole life believing my brother was dead. I had mourned him. I had moved forward without him. But now… now he was out there. Alive. And I wanted—**no, needed**—to see him. I needed to understand. What had happened to him? Why had he been taken? And most of all—why did he look at me like I was **his enemy?** I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his golden eyes had **hardened** when he saw me. Not with the recognition of a lost brother. But with the **calculating coldness of a man who had long abandoned the idea of family.** And that… That hurt more than I wanted to admit. I st