Maddie's POV The crescent moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light filtering through the dense canopy of the forest. Maddie’s exile might have put her out of sight, but she was far from powerless. With every passing day, her partnership with Bryce and his rogues grew stronger, their mutual hatred for the Crescent Moon Pack fueling their alliance.This wasn’t just about revenge anymore; it was about dismantling the very foundation of the pack Maddie once called home.Maddie crouched near the rogue encampment’s central fire, her sharp eyes scanning the gathered wolves. They were a motley crew, scarred and hardened by lives spent on the fringes of werewolf society. These were wolves with nothing to lose, and Maddie planned to use their desperation to her advantage.“I’ve given you everything you need,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaotic energy around her. “The patrol schedules, the weak points in their borders, even the pack’s internal divisions. It’s time to act.”Bryce
The atmosphere in the Crescent Moon Pack’s Alpha office was tense. Nicola sat between Dylan and Dean, their protective presence a barrier against the unease curling in her stomach. Damien stood near the window, his sharp eyes scanning the forest beyond as though Maddie’s rogue allies might suddenly materialize.On the other side of the desk, Alpha Gregory - the triplets’ father - sat with his hands folded, his expression unreadable. His silver-streaked hair and the lines on his face bore testament to years of leadership and the weight of his responsibilities.The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Finally, Gregory broke the tension.“This situation has spiraled faster than I anticipated,” he said, his deep voice commanding yet calm. His gaze shifted to Damien. “Tell me everything.”Damien turned from the window, his posture rigid with frustration. “Maddie’s not just acting out of spite anymore. She’s working with rogues, possibly leadi
The forest was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves feel amplified. Nicola stood at the edge of the patrol line, her nerves strung as tight as a bowstring. The triplets flanked her, their stances protective and alert. Damien, ever the strategist, surveyed the dense woods with sharp eyes, his jaw set in determination.“We’re close to where the scouts reported rogue activity,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.Dean, the steady anchor, scanned the treetops. “I don’t like this. It’s too quiet. Feels like we’re walking into a trap.”Dylan’s usual lighthearted demeanor was absent as he gripped his blade tightly. “Trap or not, we’re ready. They’re not taking another inch of our territory.”Nicola tried to focus on the bond pulsing between them, a source of warmth and strength. But the unease gnawing at her wouldn’t let up.The attack came without warning. A deafening howl pierced the air, and within seconds, shadows darted from the tre
The trip back to Nicola’s house was quiet, the weight of the evening’s events hanging in the cool night air. The triplets flanked her protectively, their presence a constant reassurance. Damien walked slightly ahead, his body tense, as if ready to spring into action at any moment. Dylan kept a playful edge, his fingers brushing hers occasionally, a silent promise to lift her spirits. Dean lingered close behind, his quiet strength grounding her in ways she couldn’t yet articulate.The lights from her home glowed faintly through the windows, a beacon of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic world. Nicola hesitated on the porch, her fingers fiddling with her keys as she turned to face them.“Thank you for walking me home,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the rustling leaves.“You think we’re just going to drop you off and leave?” Dylan quipped, his lopsided grin chasing away some of her unease.Dean chuckled, but his tone was firm. “He’s right. After everything tonight, we’re n
Nicola woke to the sound of birdsong filtering through the window. The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, casting golden light across the room. She was wrapped in the triplets’ arms, their warmth an anchor in the quiet stillness.For a moment, she let herself savor it - the calm before the storm she knew was coming. Maddie’s schemes weighed heavily on her mind, her betrayal a shadow that hung over the pack. Despite the strength of her bond with Damien, Dylan, and Dean, unease coiled in her chest like a living thing.As the triplets began to stir, the house felt too peaceful, too still, as though the world outside held its breath, waiting.Breakfast was a quiet affair, though tension simmered beneath the surface. Nicola sat at the kitchen table while Dylan cooked, his easy banter with Dean doing little to mask the concern etched into his features.“Don’t burn the eggs this time,” Dean teased, leaning against the counter.“Hey, that was one time,” Dylan shot back, mock-offended.
Nicola stood in the training grounds at the edge of the Crescent Moon Pack’s territory, the crisp morning air biting at her skin. It was early, the sun barely cresting the horizon, but she was determined to be here.This wasn’t just about proving something to herself anymore - it was about proving it to the pack, the triplets, and everyone who doubted her.She was ready to show that she was more than just a bondmate or an Omega.“You don’t have to do this, you know.”Nicola turned to find Dean leaning against a tree, his arms crossed and a faint smile tugging at his lips. Behind him, Dylan and Damien approached, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.“I know,” Nicola said, meeting his gaze steadily. “But I want to. The pack needs to see that I can fight for them, not just stand behind you three.”Damien tilted his head, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. “You’ve already proven more than they realize, Nic. But if this is what you want, we’ll help you.”The triplets gather
Nicola lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. The house was silent except for the faint creaks and groans of the old wood. The triplets had wanted to stay with her, but she insisted they return to the packhouse to coordinate the security measures. Maddie was growing more dangerous by the day, and Nicola couldn’t shake the rogue’s chilling words from her mind: “To see how far your pack would go to protect its Luna.”The pack wasn’t the target - she was.Nicola clenched her fists against the soft comforter. She could no longer afford to act like the timid Omega she used to be. This wasn’t just about her survival. Maddie’s schemes had put everyone in danger, and Nicola wasn’t about to let that continue. This had to end.And it had to be her who ended it.At sunrise, Nicola met Chloe and Theo at the edge of the training grounds. The chill of dawn clung to the air, but her determination burned hotter than any fire.“You’re sure about this?” Chloe asked, her eyes wide
Nicola’s body ached with every step as she trudged back toward the pack’s territory. Her muscles were sore from the fight, and her mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The adrenaline that had kept her sharp during her confrontation with Maddie had long since faded, leaving exhaustion and a hollow sense of victory in its wake.She had faced Maddie - and won - but it didn’t feel like a triumph. The hatred in Maddie’s eyes, the venom in her words, lingered like a shadow over her thoughts.“Nic!”Worried expressions of Theo and Chloe melted into relief as they saw her, scratched and bruised but alive.“Don’t scare us like that again,” Chloe said, her voice shaky as she pulled Nicola into a fierce hug. “You look like you’ve been through a war.”Theo’s eyes scanned her injuries. “She got in a few hits, didn’t she? Tell me Maddie looks worse.”Nicola gave a small, tired smile. “She does. Trust me.”By the time they reached the packhouse, word of Nicola’s confrontation had already spread.
When with a deep groan, the far wall shifted. Stone scraped against stone, and slowly, an ancient engraving peeled away, revealing a hidden passage cloaked in shadow.A hush fell over the room.Nicola’s heartbeat thundered in her ears as she stepped forward, drawn by something deeper than curiosity - something primal, something written in her soul. The sanctuary was speaking. And it was time to listen.Lucas was at her side in an instant, his golden eyes locked onto the revealed passage. The triplets weren’t far behind, their wolves stirred by the shift in energy. Elias, ever composed, stood still for a long moment before exhaling quietly."Listen," her wolf whispered.A deep voice, not of this world, echoed through the chamber."The bonded protectors have been chosen. The path ahead is fraught with darkness, but you shall stand as one. The Moon’s power flows through you, but it is not enough. You must unlock the final truth of the sanctuary."Nicola swallowed hard, her fingers tighten
Nicola and Lucas came back inside and sat in one of the common rooms. The air in the sanctuary felt charged, expectant, as if the ancient walls were listening, waiting.Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Then, Lucas let out a slow breath."So... this is it, then," he murmured, his voice quiet but steady. "We’re not breaking the bond."Nicola met his gaze, searching for any doubt in his storm-gray eyes. But she found none. Only quiet acceptance.“No,” she said, her voice stronger than she expected. “We’re not.”The words left her lips, and the moment they did, something shifted.A sudden, invisible force rippled through the room, like the very air was inhaling. The flames in the fireplace flared high, throwing long shadows across the stone walls. A deep hum vibrated beneath them, resonating through the sanctuary itself, as if the ancient structure had awakened.Lucas tensed beside her, his fingers curling into fists. “What the hell...”Then the power hit.A surge of something - v
The sanctuary was vast, stretching beyond what Nicola had initially thought. The deeper they explored, the more she realized this place held more than just history - it held purpose.The morning air was crisp as she wandered through the ancient corridors, sunlight streaming in through arched windows. Despite the newfound knowledge of their bonds, the weight of it still pressed against her chest.Lucas.Even though she had spent the last night discussing the truth with the triplets and him, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this arrangement was wrong.Not for her. For him.The triplets had each been chosen as her mates in a way that made sense. The connection between them was unshakable. But Lucas… he hadn’t been given a choice.Fated mates were meant to be everything to each other. They were supposed to build a life together, to love without hesitation.And yet, Lucas had been given a fate that denied him that chance.Nicola ran a hand through her hair, frustration b
Nicola wandered through the vast halls of the sanctuary, searching for the triplets and Lucas. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows along the ancient stone walls, and the faint echoes of her footsteps were the only sounds accompanying her. She had expected to find them in one of the training halls or perhaps in the great hall, but each room she checked was empty. The night was growing late, and an odd sense of urgency pressed against her chest.Finally, a muffled laugh drifted through the corridor, drawing her toward a heavy wooden door reinforced with iron. Raising an eyebrow, she pushed it open and descended into the cool, dimly lit space of the wine cellar. The scent of oak barrels and aged liquor filled the air, and there, gathered around an old wooden table, were the triplets and Lucas.The sight nearly made her laugh. Damien leaned back in his chair, a dark bottle of wine in his grip, smirking at something Dylan had just said. Dylan, ever the troublemaker, was in the midd
Nicola POV The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver glow over the sanctuary gardens. Nicola sat on a smooth stone bench, the ancient book resting on her lap. The scent of night-blooming flowers filled the air, blending with the crisp freshness of the restored sanctuary. Here, beneath the vast sky, she could breathe - yet her thoughts felt tangled.She traced her fingers over the runes on the book’s cover, feeling the pulse of ancient magic beneath her touch. The pages were filled with knowledge lost to time, wisdom hidden from those who had been caged by fate. Somewhere in these words was the answer to the bond with Lucas, and she was determined to find it.She flipped through the delicate pages, her eyes skimming over old scripts detailing the history of mate bonds. Most were simple - sacred connections meant to strengthen wolves and their packs. But then she found something different, something that sent a shiver down her spine."There are bonds woven by the gods themselve
Lucas POV The air inside the sanctuary still carried the lingering scent of roasted meat and warm bread, but outside, the crisp night air held a different kind of energy - charged, restless. The stone corridors stretched in quiet elegance, their once-faded carvings now sharp and defined, almost humming with life.Lucas walked alongside the triplets, feeling the weight of their unspoken thoughts pressing against his back like a tangible force. The tension between them had not dissipated, despite the shared meal and the Moon Goddess’s blessing. If anything, it had thickened, an undercurrent of possessiveness laced with grudging acceptance.Dean was the first to break the silence. "You realize you still haven’t answered our question."Lucas kept his pace even. "Which one?"Dylan scoffed. "Don’t play dumb." He glanced at his brothers before turning his sharp gaze back to Lucas. "Why were you here? When Nicola and Elias arrived at the sanctuary, you were already waiting. That’s one hell o
Steam curled through the air as Nicola stepped out of the bath, wrapping herself in a thick, soft robe. The sanctuary provided everything they needed, and the water had been soothing, washing away the exhaustion and tension in her muscles.She had bathed quickly, knowing the triplets were waiting to talk. They had settled in their rooms, but the interconnected living space gave them an easy way to gather. As she stepped into the common area, she found them already lounging - Dean stretched out on one of the furs, Damien seated near the fire, and Dylan, as usual, restless, flipping a small dagger between his fingers.Nicola took a seat across from them, exhaling. “Alright. What’s on your minds?”Damien was the first to speak. “You, mostly.” His golden eyes studied her carefully. “You’ve had a lot thrown at you, and yet you keep pushing forward. We just want to make sure you’re actually processing all of it.”She gave a small, tired smile. “I don’t think I’ve had the luxury of processin
The warmth of the meal still lingered in Nicola’s chest, but the weight of everything that had happened pressed down on her shoulders. The Moon Goddess had spoken to her. Blessed her. Given her a purpose greater than she had ever imagined.Now, standing in the vast, ancient halls of the restored sanctuary, she felt something she hadn't dared to in a long time. Safety.Dylan stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfied groan. "I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m about two bites away from passing out."Dean smirked. "Two? You’ve already eaten enough to put a normal man into a food coma."Dylan shrugged unapologetically. "What can I say? Near-death experiences and divine encounters work up an appetite."Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. “That meal was good, but what I really need is a real bed.”Damien shot a glance down the corridor. "Then let's find one. This place seems... aware of us. It wouldn’t surprise me if it already had rooms waiting."Nicola nodded, finge
Nicola’s fingers brushed over the book’s leather cover, the runes on it glowing faintly beneath her touch. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady her racing heart.A presence gathered around her, unseen yet impossibly close. Her wolf pressed forward, drawn to the call of something greater. Nicola’s breath hitched as a soft, silvery mist curled around her feet. It swirled, moving with a purpose, until it coalesced into a radiant figure before them.The Moon Goddess.She stood in a form both ethereal and solid, her gown woven from the very fabric of the cosmos, shimmering with shifting constellations. Her silver eyes, endless and knowing, settled on Nicola. A profound warmth washed over her, reverent and overwhelming all at once.Nicola sank to her knees instinctively, head bowed. The others followed, their expressions a mix of awe and quiet reverence.“Rise, my child,” the Moon Goddess’s voice resonated, neither loud nor soft, but carrying the weight of eternity.Nicola obeyed, swallowin