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
Dane's POV.A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I ran my hands through my hair, the tension building in my chest. Why on earth was Edmond bothering me again? What could he possibly want this time?“Well then, fine!” I snapped, the irritation clear in my voice. “Let him stay as long as he likes. He lied to me—right to my face. He was the one who kidnapped Astrid back then, but he looked me dead in the eye and blamed Halfdan. And now I’m supposed to meet with someone so hateful and treacherous?” The very thought of it made my blood boil.“We don’t have much of a choice,” Ivar said, his voice calm yet firm. “Meeting with him might be the quickest way to get rid of him. We wouldn’t want him lurking around in the shadows when the full moon rises.”I knew exactly what Ivar meant. The last thing I needed was Edmond snooping around, especially with the full moon approaching and the curse ready to take hold. Edmond was dangerous, and keeping him close, even briefly, might be the best way
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