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
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
ASTRID'S POV.A steady beeping noise filled my ears, repeating over and over. I let out a frustrated groan. I tried to open my eyes, but bright light hit them immediately, making it hard to see. I rubbed my hands over my eyes to help adjust and then looked around the strange room."How did I end up here?" I noticed an IV drip connected to the back of my hand and felt how sore my body was. I tried to move my arms but couldn’t manage."What exactly happened to me?"I swallowed nervously and slowly tried to sit up. Just then, the door opened, and Dr. Miles walked in with a small, reassuring smile on his face.“You’re awake,” Dr. Miles said as he checked the machine next to my bed and made some notes in a chart.He looked at me and asked, “Do you feel any drowsiness? Any pain or aches?”“Yes,” I responded, struggling to move my limbs. “I can’t really move much. What happened to me?” I asked again, trying to piece together what had happened, but all I could recall was a severe headache.
ASTRID'S POV"Dane was here?" I asked, my voice trembling as the words left my lips. My throat tightened as a sudden, terrifying realization hit me—someone had been watching us, listening to us. That someone was Dane.Without wasting a second, I yanked the drip out of my wrist and bolted toward the door, my heart racing."Where are you going, Astrid?" Beta Ivar's voice called out, halting me in my tracks. But I couldn't stop. I ignored his questions and lunged for the door, desperate to escape. My fingers just barely brushed the doorknob when I felt his hand gently grab my wrist, pulling me back. The sudden tug made me stumble, and I flinched in surprise, realizing I was caught."Talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked again, his voice laced with concern. I could feel goosebumps rise on my skin as memories of what had happened flooded my mind, making my heart race with anxiety."I have to leave; I need to speak to Dane. I have to explain something to him," I shot back, struggling to fr
Astrid's POV. When I finally opened my eyes, it was morning. I blinked slowly, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess. I felt a little better, though still lightheaded. The sedative had done its job, lulling me into a deep sleep, but now something felt off. The room was eerily quiet, and the silence gnawed at me.I turned my head to the side, expecting to see someone—anyone—but the room was empty. Dane wasn’t here. Beta Ivar had promised to explain everything to him, to clear up the misunderstanding, so why wasn’t he here? Why hadn’t he come to see me?An uneasy feeling settled in my chest, tightening with each passing second. The suffocating silence pressed down on me, amplifying my worries. Maybe Dane had just stepped out for a moment, gone to get something, or maybe he was busy. But no matter how I tried to rationalise it, I couldn’t shake the dread that something was wrong.My thoughts began to race, each one more frantic than the last. Had Dane refused to listen to Iva
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