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
DANE'S POV.I checked the time and saw that four long hours had already passed. I stood up and started walking around the room in circles. I didn’t know what to do anymore.I had gotten about fourteen missed calls and text messages from Astrid, asking me to call her back. I couldn’t just shake off the first message because I was worried that something might be seriously wrong and she could be in danger.As soon as the call ended earlier, I got a text from Astrid. She said she was feeling eager to see me and wanted to meet me later, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I found myself at this place, unable to control my actions.I planned to go after her, even though she had insisted she didn’t need my help. How could I just sit around knowing my mate was in pain?I ended the call despite promising to stay put and was about heading to the hospital. But before I could get there, I received a text from an unknown number. The message asked me to come to a tavern, saying they had impor
DANE'S POVThe pain kept jolting through my body, like waves crashing into me, pausing for a moment, and then crashing back again. It was relentless and overwhelming.My mind was consumed with thoughts of Astrid. I had tried calling her several times, but there was no answer. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Now, as I sit here, I can't help but regret all the mistakes I've made and the choices I’ve made. Each decision feels like a heavy burden, and I’m filled with regret for not doing things differently.If only I hadn’t spent so much time waiting to meet with that stranger, who turned out to be Halfdan. If only I hadn't wasted my time in that meeting earlier today. I could have gone with Astrid to the hospital and stayed by her side. Maybe, if I had been there, none of this would have happened.The worry gnawed at me, tearing through my nerves and making the anxiety almost unbearable. I desperately hoped for a resolution, but so far, nothing seemed
DANE'S POVIvar stormed through the doors, his face set in grim determination. “We’ve found out who is behind the attack,” he announced. I spun around to face him, my anger barely contained. My emotions surged as I glanced back at Astrid, who lay motionless and unconscious in the bed, her pale face a stark contrast to the crisp white sheets.“Finally! Who did this?” I demanded, my voice rising in a thunderous shout. “Who poisoned my Luna?” My heart pounded with a mix of fear and fury as I awaited an answer.“Is it Edmond?” I asked, my eyes blazing with suspicion. “That despicable villain?” I glared at Ivar, hoping desperately for confirmation. But Ivar shook his head slowly, his expression serious and unyielding.“Speak, Ivar! Don’t test my patience,” I demanded, my voice edged with frustration. “Was it Edmond? That scheming old man—he can’t confront me directly, so he targets my mate? She was poisoned, Ivar, and I won’t let this go unanswered. So tell me, who had the audacity to h
DANE'S POVThat jerk! It turns out that his plan had been set from the very start.He'd always talked about wanting Astrid back, and his secret meetings with me—none of it was real. His true intention was to kill me from the beginning. He was just like Camilla, who was so desperate to have Astrid's life that she was willing to kill to get it.Now, here was Halfdan, who had been secretly plotting to kill me and take my place."When you're gone," Halfdan sneered, "Astrid will have no choice but to come back to me. She won't have any other options. We will get married, and everything will fall back into place just like it was supposed to before you came into the picture.”As I listened to his taunting words, my anger surged uncontrollably. I looked around and saw a crowd of men surrounding me, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of hostility and anticipation. I could feel my fists tightening into hard balls, and my teeth grinding together in frustration and rage.“You want me? Fine! Then c
DANE'S POV.A loud yawn escaped my lips as I slowly blinked awake, my eyelids heavy with sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I stretched out my hand, searching the bed beside me for the familiar warmth of Astrid, but my fingers only met cold sheets. She wasn't there.A pang of loneliness settled in my chest as I remembered the events of the previous night. The memories were still fresh, the pain of it all almost unbearable. I had almost managed to forget how terrible it had been, but now it came rushing back with a cruel clarity. The battle, the blood, the fear, the baby; it all played in my mind like a haunting melody.With a sigh, I pushed myself up from the bed, the weight of exhaustion still clinging to my muscles. My eyes drifted down to my side, where the deep gash had been. The stitches were barely visible now, the wound almost completely healed. It was a small comfort, a recollection of my werewolf nature. Being a
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