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**,
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
Kada’s povI stepped out of my room late at night to grab some water, but what I saw in the living room made my heart sink. My father, the legendary warrior once known as the greatest Alpha in history, sat quietly, staring at a framed picture of my mother and her wolf. It was a gift he had made for her when she was still a teenager, and the way he gazed at it, lost in thought, made me realize how much he still missed her.My mother’s loss during the attack had changed him forever. He was never the same after that, and seeing him so broken made me feel helpless. I tiptoed behind him and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders in a comforting embrace. “Hey, princess. What are you doing up this late?” he asked gently, reaching for my hand and kissing the back of it. He pulled me onto his lap like he used to when I was a little girl. “I just came down for some water. And you? Why are you sitting here all alone, Alpha Thor?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.He gave me a sad sm
ATLAS’S POV“Alpha, everything is in place. My father made a few calls to his old alpha friends, and they agreed to the alliance. They’ll help protect each other's borders from rogue attacks and greedy packs,” my best friend, Axel, who’s acting as my beta, reported to me.“Buddy, you know I hate it when you call me Alpha,” I said with a hint of annoyance and he chuckled.“You’re my Alpha, Atlas, and I have to give you the respect you deserve,” he replied.I shook my head, disagreeing. “You’re my equal, Axel you are an alpha too. This formality is unnecessary.” “We’re getting late for training,” he said, smoothly changing the subject. I respected his need to avoid talking about his past, which always made him uncomfortable. As soon as my wolf heard the word "training," he started pacing excitedly. He wasn’t thrilled about the training itself but about seeing our mate, the only woman destined for us. But sadly, she couldn’t feel the mate bond yet because she wasn’t of age. The mom
Kaida's povI helped my father serve dinner. "Kaida, is something wrong?" my father asked, sensing my emotions. "Dad, I'm alright," I replied, forcing a smile. Inside, I was questioning myself. Why did I feel betrayed when I saw the Alpha and Akira? Just then, Alpha Atlas walked into the dining room, carrying with him an unmistakably powerful aura. Yet, as soon as our eyes met, I felt myself getting lost in his captivating gaze, those beautiful eyes pulling me in once again."Alpha, you're here. Please, take a seat," my father said, breaking our gaze and returning me to reality. Alpha Atlas settled into the chair opposite mine. My dad and my brother Axel started chatting with him about pack matters, their laughter and cheer filling the room, while I found myself absent-mindedly playing with the fork in my hand, barely listening. "Kaida, you’re not eating. Is everything alright with you?" Axel asked, a touch of concern in his voice. My father added, "Don't you like the food
Kaida's pov I heard a knock on my door and told the person to come in. It was Alpha Atlas.As he entered, his intense gaze fixed on me. “Can I have a word with you?” he asked, stepping closer. His scent was strong and alluring.Instinctively, I stepped back, feeling his imposing presence as he towered over me. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, and I nodded. ”can I talk to you?” he asked, “you are already talking to me alpha or are you here to continue with what you couldn't finish with Akira?” I asked teasingly."You're irresistible, naughty girl," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my skin. His lips danced along my neck, sending shivers down my spine."We can continue this in my chamber if you want to," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.I shook my head, “you are such a player, Do your pack members know how naughty their alpha is” I whispered. “No my love” he replied laughing “Look, Kaida,” he began, “what you saw in my room was a misunderstanding. Nothing happened
Kaida’s pov "Kaida, we're running late for training!" my brother’s voice echoed through the hallway.I quickly sprang up from my bed, my heart racing with urgency. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!" I muttered to myself, rushing to the bathroom to quickly wash up. As a werewolf, my pack members had an uncanny ability to sniff out even the slightest change in a scent, including my arousal. I couldn't afford to draw unnecessary attention to myself, especially not today. Last night's encounter was still fresh in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my chest as I thought about the mysterious stranger who had pleasured me the night before.As I washed the slippery liquid in between my legs, I couldn’t help but smile. My secret lover had a way of making me feel alive and desired. "Can't wait to see you tonight, sunshine. Remember to wear the blindfold and be ready for me." a message popped up on my phone.A sly smile spread across my face as I read the words. It was so unreal.
Atlas's POV I was in my office, focused on reviewing the income and expenditure reports for the pack over the past week. The numbers had to be precise, and I took pride in managing every detail that kept our pack thriving. Suddenly, a mind link interrupted my thoughts. “Alpha, Alpha Logan and his beta are here to see you,” One of the border guards reported. “Tell them to come to my office,” I replied, feeling a flicker of curiosity. Alpha Logan was the head of Oakwood Pack—and Akira’s father. His arrival was unexpected, and it puzzled me that he hadn’t informed me before crossing into our territory. As I waited, I caught their scent growing stronger, signalling they were approaching my office. Just as I was to greet them, the door swung open without a knock. Alpha Logan strode in with his beta. I frowned. The lack of respect in that simple act sparked irritation in me. I might be nineteen, but I was an alpha—a recognized one, respected and even feared by others. I
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
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