HALFDAN’S POVNever in my life had I felt so completely embarrassed. Watching Camilla being dragged out of the hall left me frozen in place, unable to move or even say a word. I couldn’t understand what had happened between her and Astrid that led to such intense hatred, but one thing was certain: the entire situation was making me feel deeply sick inside.Alpha Dane’s stare was fixed on me, silently reminding me of how foolish I had been the night before when I stood outside Astrid’s door, crying and begging for another chance. And now, with this happening, I couldn’t help but wonder; could things possibly get any worse?I swallowed hard, feeling a painful lump in my throat that was a mix of fear, anger, and panic. As I turned toward the entrance, I saw Camilla lying on the ground outside, groaning in pain. Her body was clearly bruised from what had just happened. A part of me thought it might have been for the best that I wasn’t the one to drag her out; I might have done somethi
HALFDAN POV.I lifted my gaze from the file I was reviewing as a sudden knock echoed through the room. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who could it be? Was it Camilla? What could she possibly want now? Hadn’t she stormed out in anger before? I couldn’t help but wonder if she was up to something again. But honestly, when she left, it was the first time in what felt like ages that I had felt a sense of relief. For once, I had slept alone, free from her constant arguments and the endless bickering.A part of me wished she could hold onto that anger for weeks, maybe even months. I needed time; time to clear my head, to get my life back in order, to figure out what my next steps should be.“Come in,” I called out, my voice steady as I put the file down on my desk. The door creaked open, and to my surprise and delight, it wasn’t Camilla. Instead, it was Drake, his face appearing from behind the door.“Good morning, Alpha,” he greeted, his tone respectful but urgent. “There are guest
CAMILLA'S POV.I rubbed my hands over my temples while listening to the loud noise coming from his room. He had been throwing things around and kicking objects with a lot of force. I couldn't understand everything that was happening, but I could tell it had something to do with my father being here and whatever was decided during their meeting.Halfdan was really angry—he usually was, but he had always managed to keep his anger under control. This time, though, it seemed like he had lost his temper more than ever before.I didn't want any more confusion, but I had to admit that it served him right for yelling at me the night before. I quickly ran down the stairs and rushed outside. A smile spread across my face as soon as I saw my father, his hands full, walking towards the garage and his car.I quietly approached him from behind and hugged him, surprising him.“You still haven't stopped these games of yours, Father. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home? I only heard your voi
CAMILLIA'S POV.I paced the room, my steps echoing off the walls as I waited for time to pass, clinging to the hope that Alpha Halfdan might come back and apologise. But minutes turned into hours, and no sign of him appeared. My anger simmered beneath the surface, growing more intense with each passing moment. I refused to let anyone, especially not Alpha Halfdan, get away with this.I needed to regain control over him. He was crucial to my plans, and I knew exactly how to handle him. I approached the window and looked outside, my gaze sharp and focused. I saw Alpha Halfdan strapping on his belt and getting into his car. As he drove away from the mansion, a sly, calculating smile crept across my face. His departure was the perfect opportunity I needed—a chance to execute my plan without interference.A few minutes later, I made my way down the stairs with a sense of urgency. I had no idea how long Alpha Halfdan would be gone, but I hoped he would be out drinking for a while, leavin
ASTRID'S POV.A call rang through on my phone before I even had the chance to check the caller ID. Instinctively, I knew it was Alpha Dane. I answered the call, and, as anticipated, his familiar voice greeted me.A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I put on a smile and said, “Hello, Dane.” “You could have told me about the situation. Where are you right now? I’ll come pick you up. Just give me an address, and I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he said urgently, his voice strained and breathless. I could hear the sound of him panting heavily, punctuated by the clinking of keys, hinting at his rushed and frantic state.Despite his eagerness to help, I knew I needed to handle things on my own. I wasn’t keen on putting him in a difficult position or complicating things further.“Relax, Dane,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “I’ve already arrived at the hospital. You were caught up with something important, and I didn’t want to add to your burdens. Besides, the pack hospital isn
CAMILLA'S POV.I honked my horn loudly and angrily at the cars in front of me. I was so mad that I was shouting curses at the driver ahead."Watch where you're going, you crazy driver!" the man yelled at me. I just shot him a harsh look and pressed the gas pedal harder.Ever since I ran into Astrid at the hospital, my mind has been in a state of chaos. Her words kept repeating in my head over and over again."You've never been pregnant; you lied to Halfdan!" Astrid screamed at me, pretending to be all virtuous, though I knew she was far from it. I couldn’t understand what her real goal was. I shrugged and slouched my shoulders as I got out of the car.I glanced at the car parked in the garage. It was untouched, just as it always was.I turned to the gardener and asked, "Is my father in?"He nodded and gave a respectful bow.I bit my fingertip nervously, feeling the weight of the news I was about to deliver. I rushed into the house, knowing that my father would not be happy about the
ASTRID'S POVAs I stepped out of the car, a heavy knot of anxiety twisted in the pit of my stomach. My thoughts were consumed with how to explain everything to him; the one-night stand, the pregnancy, and the reason I had stayed silent about it all. I was deeply troubled by how to present the situation in a way that would make him understand my silence and the complexity of my choices.I worried about his reaction: how he would handle the news, what he would say, and how he would feel. This was the pivotal moment I had been dreading, the one I had been avoiding for so long. The uncertainty of how it would all unfold weighed heavily on me.On top of that, I felt utterly vulnerable, shattered, and distressed. The fact that he hadn't responded to my texts was eating away at me. It was completely out of character for him. I understood that he was often busy, but Dane had always made it a point to find time for me, no matter how swamped he was.He had seen my message—two delivery conf
ASTRID'S POV“Camilla…” I winced, my voice strained and barely audible through the agonising pain.The sight of Camilla’s malevolent glint and wicked smile filled me with a deep sense of regret. I regretted ever placing my trust in them, believing in their potential for change, and giving second chances where they were undeserved. The bitterness of betrayal weighed heavily on me, and I wished I had never hoped that people could be different from what they truly were.“Uncle… What have you done?” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with Uncle Han’s. The pain in my chest was excruciating, as if something inside me was being torn apart.I coughed violently, the harsh spasms causing a metallic taste of blood to fill my mouth. Warm, sticky liquid trickled down my throat, and droplets of blood began to pool on the floor beneath me. My hands instinctively moved to protect my belly, my heart racing with fear for my unborn child.“No, please… Help me,” I whispered faint
Secrets OutAuthor's POVIt so happened that Alpha Hale, Dane's father, Mr. Han, and Alpha Safiya were best friends—until Edmond came into the picture.They began having problems with each other until Mr. Han asked Edmond to kill Alpha Hale.Edmond refused, but Han was desperate. Han committed the murder himself but blamed Edmond. Edmond often acted like a jerk towards Dane Hale, his friend's son, whenever he recalled the past.He misses Alpha Hale, but that doesn't change the fact that he killed Astrid's mother to cover up his crimes. He did all of this to please Han and keep their secrets hidden.In the end, they all faced their downfall, except for Edmond, who remained alive. He will return from his slave trade, and guess who his next target is? Astrid's son, who is a Moon Healer!********Dear Readers,I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for taking the time to read my book. Your support, feedback, and encouragement mean the world to me, and it’s becau
Astrid's POV. I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, rubbing my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was quiet, and for a moment, loneliness washed over me like a cold wave.But then I turned to the window and saw Dane, his strong frame leaning against the sill. He cradled our baby, Hayden, in his arms. A smile crept across my face at the sight of them together. They looked perfect.“You're awake late! We had plans for today, but you overslept,” Dane teased as he walked over to me. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. The warmth of his affection spread through me, making me feel safe and loved.It had been a month since everything turned upside down—a month since the terrifying nightmare that almost took our lives. After escaping to the pack with Ethan, I had spent many sleepless nights, my mind racing with fears. I was terrified that Dane would sacrifice our child, that he wouldn’t care about us. But I was wrong.Dane would never hurt our baby. He and Ethan to
Halfdan's pov. (His End)The bottle of whiskey was cold in my hand, the burn of the liquid a distant sensation as it slid down my throat. I could barely feel it anymore, barely cared. All I could think of was her. Camilla. My mate. My cunning, twisted, evil mate.How did it come to this? The memories of that night still clawed at my mind, gnawing away until I felt like I might go insane. I closed my eyes, but the image of her face filled my head—the way her eyes locked onto mine in those final moments, full of both fear and acceptance. She was in my arms, her body limp and lifeless, yet her lips had curled in that knowing smile. The same smile she had whenever she thought she had won.She had won.Even in death, she had won, taking the slash meant for me, falling in my place. She died in my arms, the blood soaking my hands, the life draining from her body while I could only watch. And no matter how much I told myself I hated her for all she'd done, for all the evil she brought to o
Halfdan's POV.I stood on the balcony, hands behind my back, staring up at the sky. I had felt off all night, but something about being out here shifted my mood. A small smile formed on my lips as I gazed at the red sky. It wasn't the death of an alpha; I would’ve been invited if that were the case. No, this meant something else—a moon healer had been born.How fortunate their parents were. A child with such a rare gift was both a blessing and a burden. The entire world would come for them, and I would have to protect that child. It was my duty. But deep down, I wished I’d been given that choice, to have a child of my own to protect. I wanted it so badly, and I would die for my child if it came to that. But not everything in life goes the way we want it to.A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned my head toward the sound.“Alpha Halfdan!” Drake shouted as he burst onto the balcony, panting heavily.“What is it now, Drake?” I asked, rolling my eyes. I ha
DANE'S POV"Camilla," I called out, my voice firm. She didn’t even flinch, her cold, hard glare fixed on Astrid. Astrid, who looked exhausted and fragile. She had just given birth. She needed rest, not this. She shouldn’t be standing here, facing Camilla. All I could think was, ‘Have I ever done anything right?’ Ever since she came into my life, all I’d done was cause her pain and worry. And now I had a son too. I couldn’t let this cruel fate fall on them both. They deserved peace— ‘they deserved better than me.’Camilla took a step forward, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Her eyes locked onto the baby. My son. I stepped in front of Astrid, blocking her view."I’m going to need the child," Camilla said, her voice dripping with malice. The smirk on her face widened, her eyes glowing with hatred.My jaw tightened, my body tense. "What makes you think I’ll give you my son?" I growled, glaring at her. But my words only made her smile bigger. She looked back at me with the same ch
DANE'S POVEight months had passed, and it felt like nothing had changed. Every morning, I woke up wondering if she still hated me as much as before. It bothered me. What was I supposed to do to make things right?She had been kidnapped and hospitalised so many times, and I knew my life was dangerous for her. To make things worse, she misunderstood something I said, thinking I would hurt our child. What did she think of me?That night, after I apologised again and again, she ran off. Even after almost being killed by Camilla, she didn’t stop. She must have cared about me, right? But then her mother died, and she left, probably thinking it was better to get hurt by someone else than by me.Now, she’s back in the Fierce Claws pack. For eight months, I’ve known where she’s been hiding. I watched over her, had guards keeping a close eye, though from a safe distance. I made sure she was protected, but I kept my distance too. If she wanted to be away from me, I wasn’t going to take that fro
ASTRID'S POVI panicked, trying to take another step, but the contractions were too strong. Tears filled my eyes as I whispered, “Help… please… someone…”But no one stopped. People walked past me, ignoring my pleas. No one knew who I was, and they didn’t care. I was invisible.“See where avoiding me got you?” Ethan’s voice came from behind me. I turned, and for the first time in my life, I was relieved to hear him.“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” he said, grabbing my arm and guiding me toward his car. I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t. He helped me into the car, and we sped off.The pain was unbearable now. I tried to hold back my screams, but it was impossible. Each contraction was worse than the last. I was losing control.Ethan pulled up to a small cottage—not a hospital—but it didn’t matter. “Someone, help!” he yelled as he carried me inside.An older man and two young women rushed over, guiding me to a bed. They set up quickly, and I knew it was almost time.Minutes passed, and I wa
ASTRID'S POVI woke up with a soft yawn, blinking my eyes open. For a moment, I stayed still, letting the calmness of my room sink in. The smell of antiseptic wasn’t there, and everything seemed normal. It was quiet. Peaceful.I ran my fingers through my hair, sitting up slowly. I was back home, tucked safely in bed, but the memories hit me hard. It all came rushing back—my uncle, Camilla, and the knife. I almost died.But Dane saved me.Camilla had tried to kill me, but Dane stopped her. He apologized, kissed me, but I was too tired to care at that moment. I had spent the whole day running and crying. Exhausted from the fear and pain, I must have fallen asleep on the ride back.Looking out the window, I frowned. Something felt off. It was getting dark outside, and I had no idea how long I’d been asleep. Where was Dane?I stretched and got out of bed, glancing around. The room felt empty. Dane should’ve been here by now. I waited, pacing back and forth, but the door stayed closed. No
DANE'S POVBeta Ivar's words had taken me by surprise and struck me deeply, sending a wave of emotion crashing over me. It was someone I knew; the realization that the person responsible for my father's death wasn’t so far away sent a chill down my spine. Whoever it was had been within arm's length all along, silently watching my suffering unfold. Such great audacity.I had been drowning in despair for far too long, consumed by grief and confusion for reasons I now realized were unfounded. The thought of revenge simmered within me, but first, I needed to uncover the truth. Who on earth could it be? Who had the audacity to murder my father and continue to live among us, hidden in plain sight?But then, the Bluestone Pack—who could it possibly be? What motives could they have? The questions flooded my mind as I grappled with the enormity of it all. Why would they bring such tragedy to our doorstep? What on earth could have compelled someone from Astrid’s pack to commit such a hei