Vienna's POV: Asher’s grip on my wrist was still iron-tight, but I was numb to the pain by now. If I was bleeding, I didn’t care. He was dragging me behind him furiously, like I was some rebellious child caught misbehaving in public; and now it was his duty to enforce the consequences. He pulled me to the end of the hallway, swinging me around with a rough and sudden pull, slamming my back against the wall. The impact was sharp as he trapped me between himself and the wall, and finally, he let go of my wrist, leaving angry red marks and smears of blood on my skin. Without paying them any mind, he brought both his hands up to his face, rubbing it in frustration before letting out a sharp, angry bark. “Are you done, Vienna? Haven’t you thrown enough tantrums already? Now, what else do you want from me? Do you really expect me to try and please you with some stupid flowers or gifts? Is that it? I don’t know what you're expecting or what kind of crap you have filled your head with,
Vienna's POV: The voice didn’t belong to me. It didn’t belong to Asher, either. My head snapped toward its source, heart racing, as the words echoed in the hallway. My eyes darted to the left, then to the right as Asher loomed over me, his rage radiating out of him. He looked like he could snap someone in half at any moment, and I was the nearest one in sight… And just then, my gaze landed on Fynn. He was leaning against the wall, a glass of an amber colored drink in his hand, looking at me like we were the only two people in the room.His eyes were warm, and a small smile curved his lips, as if none of the chaos in front of him was phasing him at all. On the other hand, Asher snapped as soon as he turned around, barking at Fynn. “You! What the hell are you doing here? Who invited you? And what the fuck do you want?”Fynn tilted his head slightly and shrugged, as if he was amused by Asher’s sudden aggression. “Funny of you to ask! When you are the one keeping my girlfriend occu
Vienna's POV: Before our lips could touch, a voice made us both whip our heads in its direction.“Vienna! Are you okay? I was so worried about you, you know…" The sweet, familiar voice rang out, announcing the arrival of someone, moments before Lola turned the corner and appeared in the hallway. "Asher came out a few minutes ago, and I was waiting, but you didn’t show up. Did he do something to hurt you…?" Her sentence trailed off, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her: me standing against the wall, inappropriately and impossibly close to Fynn. "Oh." The single syllable carried many implications that made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.Her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, and her mouth opened and closed a few times, like she was trying to process what she was seeing.“I’m sorry.” She finally managed to push out a few words, although she started stammering seconds later. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, I… I…”"Lola!" I exclaimed, a little startled by
Vienna's POV: I felt like there was a gentle, yet powerful force holding my face upwards, towards the Moon Goddess herself. Like the firm hold of a mother's hand, compelling me to raise my chin as my eyes were sealed shut.There was darkness… only darkness around me, and all I could hear were faint whispers all around me. The spirits of the ancestors.The voices were in a language I couldn't understand but still felt familiar… like if I tried hard enough, I might understand what they were saying. But the tones were overlapping and blurring together, filling my mind with words I couldn’t decipher. My pulse pounded in my ears, and the whispers seemed to grow louder and more urgent, pushing into my mind until I thought my head might explode. And then, the force holding me went slack in an instant. My face lowered down and I could feel my body again, as if I was a puppet whose strings had just been cut. But the next moment, I felt a strange sensation, like I was being pulled forward.
Vienna's POV: The effect of the bond was instant, as I felt an electrifying pulse travel from the tips of my fingers to the pit of my stomach. My knees buckled, like I might collapse from the intensity of this moment. But before I could fall back, Fynn’s arm tightened around my waist, holding me steady. Kai finally broke the kiss, his dark eyes glowing. Still gasping for air, I turned to face Fynn. For a moment, he looked like he wasn't expecting me to turn around to face him, and he asked hesitantly, “Vienna, are you sure…? You can–” “Yes!”I cut him off, my heart thundering as I raised on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. His lips met mine, and the bond flared to life again, consuming me from head to toe.Behind me, I could feel Kai’s presence, his chest pressed against my back as if he couldn’t bear to be far from me.‘Oh Moon Goddess, please tell me I'm making the right decision…’Praying silently, I closed my eyes, leaning into the kiss with everything I had. Whe
Vienna's POV: “Or else it won't be my fault, whatever happens to you, in the rage I am already carrying because of this disgrace of my daughter–”“Dad, please…” My voice trembled as I tried to find my voice. No matter what he did or said to me, Lola was innocent and he couldn't vent his frustration there. “Don’t take your anger out on her. She’s just speaking as my friend—” “Shut up!” My father snapped, the words hitting me smack, like a whip. “You ill mannered girl. How dare you tell me what to do? Especially after what you have done, and the disgrace you have already called on the family… rubbing the colour of shame on my face. Don't you dare to utter a single word out of your mouth, let alone trying to teach me what is right and what is wrong!” My lips clamped shut, as he whispered with his teeth clenched tightly. “I am warning you, I don’t care whether you live or die. Do you hear me? I’ll disown you and throw you out of this pack right now if you don’t do as I say. So,
Vienna's POV:It was in a haze of pain, heartbreak, anger and tears that I managed to drag myself to my room, and plopped into my bed as my mind screamed for relief. And this morning, my eyes opened with the strange feeling of my body broken to bits, while my breaths were still resuming their regular schedule as if nothing had changed. Something was digging into my arm… a photo frame containing a picture of my mother– the only physical photo of her that I had left, which was still cradled in my arms. I guess I must have reached for it at some time during the night, but despite my wishes, another cursed morning had knocked at the door; and the day wasn't going to wait for me to be ready before barging in. With a resigned sigh, I shuffled to the bathroom, the water running too hot against my skin as it burned me a little, but also soothed the pain– or maybe numbed me completely. And probably this numbness was the exact thing that my soul was craving… as it finally gave me some of
Vienna's POV:I slowly opened my eyes, one at a time, my heart still beating loudly…but I thought I just heard Gemini's voice.Just the fact that she was trying to save me and making efforts to stop her mom from hitting me… it was completely unbelievable! But sure enough, she was here. Standing at the landing of the stairs, twirling her blonde ponytail around her fingers, looking down at me with a look of pity and smugness. Meanwhile, Tessa’s face was still inches away from mine, her nostrils flaring as she was trying to calm herself down. She dropped her hand, which had been raised to hit me, down to her side, but the fingers were still flexed with remaining anger. She took a few moments to cool off before she turned towards her daughter, placing a doting smile on her face and a glowing look in her eyes that was reserved only for Gemini, her pride and joy.Her real and biological daughter.“Are you ready to leave, darling? Come, let me serve you breakfast. I made it specially for
Author's POV:“You will get everything that Fynn has promised you to–”“And what is the guarantee that he won't deny it later?”Alpha Axel growled, looking Zella directly in her eyes. There was no way that he was going to risk everything just because some healer of his pack was infatuated by the Supreme Alpha, and she had somehow managed to create some misunderstanding between him and his brother to make him distant from his mate and brother.But once he became sure that Zella wasn't going to say anything further, he heard Zella’s voice. Her voice was strangely confident, despite the pallor spreading on her face. “He won't and I will make sure about this–”“How? How will you make sure about it, and why in this whole world should I trust you?”He inquired, raising his eyes and looking directly in her eyes.“I will manage everything even after you support Fynn, just like I am managing everything now… I will make sure that he won't deny what he has already promised, and you can trust
Author's POV:Every pore of Fynn's body was overflowing with his fury. His voice was razor-sharp; and even though that double sided blade was slicing through his own heart, he forced the next words out of his mouth. “I just want to kill my brother and his mate.” Silence stretched across the room. Axel’s gaze was on Fynn, taking in every emotion, every reaction. But his mind had already transported him back to the park at the Azuremist pack… the place where his entire world had shattered all over again, within a single moment. He could see Zella and Axel standing in front of him, he could notice the judging glances in their eyes and the disappointment in their expression, but he didn't care about anything or anyone. Because the people he had cared about, more than his own life, were busy in their own world.Kai and Vienna…They had a perfect little family with their child now, completely lost in their own happy bubble. A bubble that he was never meant to be a part of. The bet
Author's POV:The throbbing pain in Zella’s temples wasn't easing up, even when she was massaging her forehead. She knew it was useless to take any medicine for it, because the reason behind it was her own emotions. This headache had been building up since Fynn left, but now it was getting unbearable. Just then, the shrill ringing of the doorbell sent a sharp bolt of pain through her head. It only rang once, then the whole apartment became silent again. She exhaled heavily, rubbing her forehead before shoving the small bottle of green pills into the drawer beside her. The last thing she needed was company, but something about that single ring was nagging at her heart. She felt her hope rising from its own ashes and finally, she pushed herself up and walked to the door, her body tense with exhaustion. As soon as she pulled it open, her breath caught in her throat.Fynn…He stood in the dark corridor of her apartment, leaning against the wall. His hood was still up, shadowing the up
Author's POV:The afternoon light had faded away, and dusk was slowly creeping in. And yet, Zella hadn’t moved from her spot at all. She was sitting in the small living room of her apartment, like a statue carved out of stone. Her head was against the wall, and her eyes blankly fixed some point in the distance. Her hands lay limp in her lap, her body drained of all its energy like she had lost her purpose in life. And in a way, she really had. Because Fynn was gone… just in the span of minutes after he was sure about being able to travel on his own, he had left without any proper goodbye or show of gratitude. But she couldn't even feel anger towards that selfish man who had simply informed her about his life, back in his own world… and walked away without caring for her response. For two and a half years, she had dedicated herself to his recovery: watching over him, feeding him, tending to his wounds, making sure he was comfortable. This has become the rhythm of her life ever s
Fynn's POV:I pushed the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath my feet. My body no longer felt weak… and thankfully, my joints didn't betray me with every movement. I had healed. After a long struggle, I could walk without my knees buckling under me. The moment I woke up, I could feel Zella watching me. I knew when she must have come here, and also why she had been waiting expectantly in that corner.I lifted my hand to signal for her to stay seated. She sat back with a frown, but didn’t say anything. While walking towards the door, my steps steady, I gave a single glance to the cane that used to be my crutch, then moved past it without reaching for it. I think I have regained my strength by now. The chilly water that I splashed all over myself washed away the last lingering touches of sleep. It was almost fifteen minutes later that I stepped out, freshly dressed in clothes that fit me better.I felt like myself again… part
Author's POV:The village was carved into the rugged slopes of the mountain, blending completely into the landscape. A crisp wind rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, but inside one of the cottages, the morning was yet to register its presence.The girl stepped carefully through the wooden door, balancing a plate of food in her hands. She was moving absent-mindedly through the house, as if she had done this countless times before. The air inside was tinged with the scent of old wood and herbs. The cottage was simple, almost barebones. A bed occupied one side of the room, the blankets slightly disheveled, and a few pieces of basic furniture filled the remaining space: a small table, a single chair, a shelf lined with a few necessities. There was no excess, nor any personal touches inside that space. Her gaze drifted toward the bed, and the man was lying still under the covers. His breathing was slow and steady, his features softened by the presence
Kai's POV:I paced the room, my arms wrapped securely around Zeke’s tiny frame, patting his back in slow, steady movements. His soft breaths hit my collarbone as I rocked him gently, his small fingers curled into my shirt with a sleepy but tight grip. He had stopped crying once his tummy was filled with milk, and he was completely relaxed in my arms. But I kept moving around the room, unwilling to stop swinging him until I was sure he was truly asleep.I glanced down, watching his heavy eyelids flutter shut. His green eyes, which were so bright, so full of life… they belonged to Vienna. But everything else about him- every little detail, every movement, was Fynn. His small temper tantrums and that stubborn frown on his small forehead when he didn’t get his way with something... his way of scrunching his nose when he was just about to wake up. Even the way he clung to us when he was sleepy, as if he was afraid we would leave him alone and disappear.With a sharp pang, a deep ache sp
Vienna's POV:“Lola!”I exhaled in relief, my arms tightening around her shoulders as my best friend hugged me fiercely, as always, before peeling herself away. She craned her neck to look inside the house, eyes gleaming with curiosity."How is my baby... and what about her naughty son?" She asked, half laughing. I smiled in reply, she was definitely here to check in on Zeke's health after his fever. Instead of answering her again right away, I grabbed her wrist and tugged her inside, lowering my voice."Shh… the Supreme Alpha is on daddy duty, so it’s best not to disturb them right now."Lola gasped dramatically. "Oh really! That’s even better! Now we can focus on making you presentable!"I blinked at her, placing a hand on my hip as my eyebrows dipped into a frown. "Excuse me? And what exactly is wrong with my presentation?"By now, we had stepped into the kitchen. Lola gave me one long look, as if deciding what to say. Then, she quietly placed both hands on my shoulders and slo
Two and a half years later…Vienna's POV:Zeke’s cries echoed through every corner of the house, as if every cry from his mouth was bouncing off the walls and returning to my ears."Enna! Enna…!"Kai’s voice reached my ears in an overlapping symphony, which made my pulse quicken. "I’m coming!" I called back, hurriedly tilting the milk bottle over my hand to check the temperature, it was just right. Without wasting another second, I twisted the lid tighter and rushed out of the kitchen, my bare feet padding against the cool wooden floors. The sound of Zeke’s cries hadn’t lessened in the slightest, tugging at my heart with every desperate sob. I reached the living room in record time, coming to a halt at the doorway. Sunlight was bursting in the room, making it look more of a mess than usual. Scattered toys, baby blankets and colorful picture books were decorating every surface, along with a few half-folded clothes. Normally, the attendants would have taken care of all this right