Xander’s Pov Richard's eyes soften with understanding, a sense of admiration shining in his gaze. “Whatever she wants, we need to figure out how she got to miles and why she decided to go through with him.”Richard pats me on the shoulder as he realizes the memories are making me uncomfortable. “You're stronger than you think, Xander,” he says quietly, his words a silent acknowledgment of the struggles I've faced. “And we'll make sure she doesn't get the chance to hurt anyone else.”A surge of gratitude washes over me at Richard's unwavering support, his presence a beacon of strength in the midst of uncertainty. “Thank you, Richard,” I say softly, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I couldn't ask for a better friend.”Richard returns my smile; a sense of camaraderie is passing between us. “Anytime, Xander,” he replies, his voice filled with determination. “We're in this together.”We go to the training house and extract the letters, without opening the last letter th
Xander’s Pov Even though I would rather not revisit the memory, I know I have to for Allegra's sake.“She tried to steal my powers,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper as I speak the words aloud for the first time in years. “She wanted to use them for her gain, even if it meant destroying me in the process.”Allegra's eyes widened with shock, her hand tightening around mine in a silent gesture of support. “Xander, I'm so sorry,” she murmurs, her voice filled with empathy. “That must have been incredibly difficult for you.”I nod, grateful for her understanding as I continue to unravel the painful memories of my past. “It was,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I've learned to move past it, to focus on the present and the future rather than dwelling on the past.”Silver nods in agreement, her expression one of solidarity as she offers her support. “We're here for you, Xander,” she says firmly, her voice filled with determination. “Whatever happens, we'll face it together.
Xander’s Pov As Miles slowly comes to, his confusion gives way to a flood of memories, the images of his own violent actions swirling in his mind. His heart clenches as he realizes what he's done to Allegra. “Oh my god, Allegra, I attacked you. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Will you forgive me?” he pleads, his voice filled with remorse and desperation.Allegra reaches out, her touch gentle and reassuring. “Miles, it's okay. I understand. It wasn't your fault,” she says softly, her eyes reflecting compassion. “And I think I hurt you more than you hurt me, so we can say we're even.”Shaking his head in disbelief, Miles struggles to make sense of it all. “I don't even know what happened. It's like something possessed me,” he admits, his voice trembling with uncertainty. It's then that he notices the gathering crowd around them and realizes that something serious must have occurred.Allegra exchanges a glance with me to tell Miles what's going on, but she knows that there
Allegra’s PovAs we hashed out our plan, the idea of using Miles as bait to draw out the old woman, Elara, seemed like our best shot. I proposed that Miles and I take a leisurely stroll together, subtly making it known that he was safe and sound. It wasn't just about showing Elara that Miles was alive; it was about demonstrating that he had unrestricted access to me. It was a risky move, but we were running out of options. “I think if we play it cool and act like everything's normal, she'll take the bait,” I said, trying to sound confident despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach. Miles nodded in agreement, though I could see the worry in his eyes. “We've got this,” I assured him, hoping my conviction would be enough to quell his nerves.I can sense Xander's unease as I suggest using Miles as bait, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive at the mere thought of putting me in harm's way. But I remain steadfast in my conviction that this is our best chance to draw Elara out int
Allegra’s PovFor a moment, it seems Miles is about to embrace me in a hug, his expression softened by a glimmer of relief. But then he hesitates, his movements faltering as he remembers Xander's strict instructions to keep his distance. With a resigned sigh, he steps back, his hands dropping to his sides as he wrestles with his conflicting emotions.I offer him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease his discomfort. “It's okay, Miles. We'll get through this,” I say, my words a silent promise of friendship and forgiveness.And as we continue our stroll through the pack grounds, the weight of our shared past hanging between us like a heavy fog, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within me. Despite the challenges we've faced and the mistakes we've made, there's still a chance for redemption, for our friendship, where I had thought it's dead.As we return to the room, I feel Xander's arms wrap around me in a tight embrace, his warmth, and strength offering solace in the midst of
Allegra’s PovAfter discussing the mysterious dream with Xander, we make our way downstairs to the inviting aroma of freshly made pancakes and syrup. As we settle in at the table, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the windows fills the room, casting a comforting glow over our conversation.“Hey, babe,” I begin, using the endearment that always seems to catch Xander off guard, eliciting a faint blush to spread across his cheeks. “I was thinking… Maybe Miles, Silver, and I could hang out together today.”Xander pauses mid-bite, his expression a mix of surprise and apprehension. “Hang out together? But you just went on a stroll with Miles yesterday,” he points out, his tone tinged with concern.I chuckle at the hint of jealousy in his voice, reaching across the table to gently squeeze his hand. “Relax, Xander. It's not like that,” I reassure him, a playful glint in my eye. “We're just friends, and I thought it would be nice for us to spend some time together, especially con
Allegra’s PovSilver grins, her face lighting up with excitement. “I know, right? Wait until you try their famous chocolate croissants—they're to die for!” she declares, already making a beeline for the counter.Miles and I exchange amused glances before following suit, selecting an assortment of pastries to satisfy our cravings. With our treats in hand, we find a cozy corner to sit and indulge, the warm ambiance of the bakery enveloping us in a cocoon of comfort and contentment.As we savor each delectable bite, conversation flows freely, weaving through topics ranging from lighthearted banter to deep philosophical discussions. Amidst the laughter and camaraderie, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the bonds of friendship that unite us, anchoring us in moments of joy and companionship.As the day wears on and the sun begins to dip below the horizon, we find ourselves gathered in a cozy corner of a quaint café, savoring the last moments of our time together. Amidst the cli
Allegra’s PovI woke up to commotion. I check, but Xander isn't on the bed. Getting up, I put on clothes.As I step out of the room, the commotion outside only seems to intensify, with pack members hurrying back and forth, their voices filled with urgency and concern. My heart quickens with apprehension, and my mind races with questions as I scan the chaotic scene for any sign of Xander.“Richard!” I call out, spotting him amidst the flurry of activity. He turns towards me, his expression grave as he approaches.“What's going on? Why is everyone running around like this?” I demanded, my voice edged with worry.Richard places a gentle hand on my shoulder, guiding me back into the room with a solemn expression. “Allegra, I need you to stay here for now. There's been an incident, and Xander has ordered that you remain inside,” he explains, his tone heavy with concern.My heart sinks at his words, a knot of fear tightening in my chest. “What happened? Can you at least tell me that?” I pre
Xander’s PovAs days turned into weeks, the rift that had once threatened to tear us apart seemed to heal, replaced by a newfound sense of closeness and unity. The forgiveness Allegra had extended to me washed away the lingering doubts and fears, leaving in its wake a sense of peace and contentment that I had long yearned for.Each day brought with it a renewed sense of purpose as we embraced the opportunity to reconnect with her father, Alpha Arnold, in ways we had never thought possible. As we delved into shared memories and created new ones together, the bonds of family grew stronger, weaving us together in an unbreakable bond of love and acceptance.One afternoon, as we sat together in the garden, basking in the warmth of the sun, Alpha Arnold turned to me with a smile, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Xander,” he began, his voice tinged with emotion. “I never thought I'd have the chance to get to know you like this.”I smiled back, feeling a surge of gratitude for the
Allegra’s PovI asked that question, and Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. “I never meant to hurt you,” he began, his voice tinged with remorse. “But I was desperate, Allegra. Desperate to protect you, to keep you safe from those who would seek to harm you.”I furrowed my brow, confusion flickering in the depths of my eyes. “Protect me?” I echoed the words, heavy with disbelief. “From what?”Xander hesitated, his gaze shifting away from mine as he wrestled with his own inner demons. “From my past,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “From the enemies I've made, the battles I've fought, and the secrets I've kept.”My heart clenched at his words, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. “What secrets?” I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. “What aren't you telling me, Xander?”Xander took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret, as he met my gaze. “I'm not who you think I am, Allegra,” h
Allegra’s PovAs I stood in the clearing, buoyed by the wisdom and compassion of the Moon Goddess, a newfound sense of clarity washed over me like a cleansing tide. With each passing moment, the raw ache of betrayal began to ebb, replaced by a steely resolve and a determination to confront the challenges that lay ahead.Gathering my strength, I wiped away the last of my tears and squared my shoulders, ready to face Xander and my father once more. As I made my way back to the house, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through my veins.As soon as I stepped through the door, Xander's eyes met mine, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension. Without hesitation, he rushed towards me, arms outstretched, ready to envelop me in a comforting embrace. But I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.“Not yet,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not ready.”Xander's brow furrowed confused, and his eyes filled with concern. “Al
Allegra’s PovAs the truth crashed down on me like a tidal wave, I couldn't stop the overwhelming surge of emotions that threatened to consume me. Betrayal, confusion, heartbreak—they all swirled together in a maelstrom of agony, tearing me apart from the inside out. How could Xander, the one person I thought I could trust with my life, betray me in such a way? Was our entire relationship built on lies and deceit?I stumbled out of the house, my chest constricted with pain, and my vision blurred with tears. I didn't care where I was going; I just needed to get away to escape the suffocating weight of betrayal that hung heavy in the air. With each step, the forest seemed to close in around me, the trees towering above me like accusing sentinels.As I ran, my power surged within me, responding to the turmoil raging inside me. Anger, raw and potent, bubbled up from the depths of my soul, fueling my every step and propelling me deeper into the heart of the forest. With each stride, my spe
Xander’s PovAs Allegra stormed out of the room, frustration, and guilt gnawed at me, leaving me feeling utterly helpless. I knew I had upset her, but I couldn't suppress the gnawing fear that had been eating away at me since Alpha Arnold's revelation. The thought of losing her, of being left alone once again, terrified me more than anything else.I paced the room, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I wanted nothing more than to make Allegra happy and to support her in her quest to reconnect with her father. But on the other hand, the selfish part of me couldn't bear the thought of losing her or watching her slip away from me.As I wrestled with my thoughts, a knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. A guard stood at attention, delivering a message from Alpha Arnold requesting my presence in his office. I nodded in acknowledgment, my heart sinking at the thought of facing him again.As I made my way to Alpha Arnold's office, I couldn't shake the feeling of
Allegra’s PovAs Alpha Arnold revealed the unexpected news that I was his daughter, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Happiness, disbelief, and a sense of belonging all mingled together, leaving me feeling like I was standing on the precipice of a new chapter in my life. But as I turned to share my joy with Xander, I was met with a wall of silence and a stormy expression on his face.“Xander, aren't you happy?” I asked, my voice filled with hope as I searched his face for any sign of joy.He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting away from mine. “Of course, I'm happy for you, Allegra,” he replied, his voice strained.But I could see the truth lurking behind his words, the tension radiating from him like a palpable force. “Then what's wrong?” I pressed, unable to ignore the unease settling in the pit of my stomach.Alpha Arnold, ever-perceptive, seemed to sense the tension between us. “I'll give you two some space,” he said, rising from his seat. “But Xander, I would love to
Xander’s PovAs Allegra spent the rest of the day with Alpha Arnold, I found myself wandering the vast grounds of his estate, lost in my thoughts. Alpha Arnold had instructed one of his guards to provide us with the most comfortable room in his house, and as I made my way there, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach.Alone in the room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I thought about Allegra spending time with Alpha Arnold. I had grown accustomed to having all of her attention, and the thought of sharing it with someone else, especially someone who could potentially be her father, left me feeling unsettled. I paced the room, wrestling with my emotions, wishing I had tried harder to convince Allegra to leave with me.Hours passed, and just as I was beginning to resign myself to the fact that I might not see Allegra for the rest of the day, she finally returned. The excitement in her face was palpable as Alpha Arnold dropped her off, and a
Allegra’s PovXander, refusing to believe or accept the possibility of me being Alpha Arnold's daughter, shakes her head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Even if there is a chance, it changes everything,” they argued, desperation creeping into their tone. “We have our lives and our packs to think about. We can't just upend everything because of some wild theory.”He watches me closely, searching for any sign of uncertainty in my expression. But to his dismay, I felt oddly calm about the situation, my eyes fixed on the photograph in my hands.I look into his eyes, and I see that he couldn't fathom how I could entertain the idea of being Alpha Arnold's long-lost daughter, especially considering the fact that it would probably change a lot of our lives.“You can't actually be serious,” he interjected, frustration bubbling to the surface as he snatched the picture from me. “Tell me you're not actually considering this.”My gaze met his, my eyes betraying a hint of hesitation. “I kno
Allegra’s PovI never thought I'd see a garden as beautiful as this in my life. The person who planted it must have taken great care in handling it because it looks so wonderful.Even as I'm enjoying the garden, my mind keeps going back to Xander and the wound he suffered from fighting the green wood pack, formerly rogue Alpha. I hope he's well.Just as I was thinking about him, I heard his voice calling my name. Allegra," he calls out, his voice rough with urgency. “We need to leave.”I turn to him, surprise written across my features. “Leave? But what about the Greenwood pack? We can't just abandon them,” I protest, my brow furrowing in concern.He shakes his head, his resolve unwavering. “We've done all we can here. It's time to go,” he insists, his tone brooking no argument.But I'm not so easily swayed. I argue back, my voice rising with frustration as I plead my case for staying. We go back and forth, each of us standing firm in our convictions.I pleaded my case for staying, my