Ryan’s Pov I watch Karl pacing around the room, his laughter echoing eerily. He attempts to justify himself, claiming sincerity in his feelings for my mother. "Isn't it funny how when I actually tell the truth and I'm sincere, no one believes me? I was being sincere. I told you I love your mother, and she was the only thing I ever wanted, but if you don't believe me, then maybe she never did, or maybe I had a hard way of showing it."Annoyed,I scoff and roll my eyes. I retort, "Sincerity doesn't erase the harm you've caused. With the way my mom always talked about my real father, she never loved you. My mother never loved you, and deep down, you knew it. You just refused to accept it."Karl, now seated, grants me dubious freedom to move within the warehouse grounds but insists I cannot leave. "I can't let you go now, but you're free to roam around the warehouse grounds. I won't stop you, but you can't leave now."Tears well up as I plead, "Why can't I leave now? I just want to go hom
Kylie’s PovIn the chaos, I swiftly pull Ryan behind me as Sarah, in a fit of hysteria, points a gun at me. Arnold attempts to defuse the situation, calmly urging, “Sarah, put the gun down.” But she remains unresponsive.Karl, seemingly entertained, remarks, “Sarah, oh Sarah, did you really think that you would win? You know, when you told me what you did, I realized I didn't really want to work with someone so delirious and desperate.” All eyes now shift to Karl, waiting for the next twist in this convoluted tale.Unfazed, Sarah redirects the gun towards Karl, accusing, “You're one to talk. Weren't you as desperate as I am, destroying everything in your way just to get to Kylie?” Karl chuckles and retorts, “At least I didn't fake my mate bond with someone who clearly doesn't love me.”My eyes widened in realization of Karl's revelation. Arnold, bewildered, demands an explanation from Sarah: “What? Sarah, what is he talking about?” Sarah, attempting to approach Arnold, replies, “Arnol
Arnold’s PovAfter Frederick's funeral, life gradually resumed its normal pace for many, but for Ryan, Kylie, and me, it marked the beginning of a new chapter as a family. The once-tangled threads of our lives now weave together in a newfound harmony.Emily, remorseful for her role in the events that transpired, decided to break the spell that hindered Ryan's connection with his mother. Simultaneously, the barrier that prevented me from sensing Ryan's presence was lifted. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and I could feel my son's emotions as strongly as I felt Kylie's.In a poignant moment, Kylie and I decided to complete the mating ceremony that had been interrupted a decade ago by the chaos caused by my mother. Kylie, now the Luna of the pack, welcomed this union, solidifying our bond as mates. The day before the ceremony, she introduced me formally to Ryan as his father. The joy in his eyes and the warmth in his embrace as he called me “Dad” created a profound sense of complete
KYLIE'S POV It's been two long years since Liam left us, and the pain lingers like a haunting melody in the background of my life. Every day feels like a battle between the memories of that fateful day and the need to move forward.As I recall that afternoon, the park where joy was supposed to fill the air turned into a stage for a tragedy. Liam's innocent excitement echoed in my mind as we arrived, planning to take a hot-air balloon ride. He and Cole were so captivated by the balloons that they literally forgot me in the car.I stuck my head out of the car, reminding them of my presence, and Cole's realization brought a mix of laughter and apology. The way he admired Liam, calling him “my son,” sparked a playful exchange between us. Little did we know that these light-hearted moments would soon be shattered.As we turned to meet Liam, a screeching sound cut through the air, and terror gripped my soul. A car raced towards Liam, and before we could utter a word, tragedy unfolded. Help
Kylie’s PovKylie, those first two months felt like an endless abyss of grief and guilt. I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to save our son. Each day was a struggle, and I drowned in self-blame, refusing to let anyone pull me out of that dark place. Cole, desperate to reach me, tried everything. He pleaded, he persuaded, but I built walls around my pain, shutting him out.I moved into another room, isolating myself from everyone and everything. Days passed without eating or letting anyone in. Cole, using our mental link, reached out countless times, his voice a mix of concern and heartache. He begged me to stop hurting myself, insisting that my pain was tearing him apart. I blocked him, not wanting to hear anymore, wanting to be left alone in my despair.The exhaustion reached a breaking point, and one day, I fainted. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed with drips attached, and Cole was sleeping in a chair beside me. Seeing his peaceful sleeping form, so similar t
Arnold’s PovBabe, get out of bed. Let's get to the hospital for your antenatal,” I shout upstairs to Kylie, my beautiful mate, and Luna. As she groans and rolls over, I can't help but marvel at the strength of the woman I love. We've come so far, especially considering the pain we endured after losing Liam. Now, we're expecting a baby, a symbol of hope and renewal.We decided to move out of the pack house, drowning in memories of Liam. It was a tough decision, but it became necessary for our healing. We built a new house close to the lake, where Kylie and I shared our first kiss. Initially skeptical about the idea, I now see the wisdom in Kylie's decision. The house turned out better than I could have imagined—a cozy and warm haven that Kylie designed with her innate talent for interior design.Running upstairs, I find Kylie still in bed. “Come on, baby, it's time for the antenatal. You're about to be late,” I urged her. She pleads for five more minutes, and I oblige, covering her w
Arnold's PovThe next day, the doctor releases us to go home, and Kylie sighs in relief, visibly tired of staying in the hospital. Gently helping her to the car, she settles in the back seat with the baby. As I turn around and get into the car, we head home, eager to start this new chapter of our lives.Upon arriving home, we're met with a surprising welcome party for the baby, organized by the pack. Kylie's eyes widen in surprise as we open the door, and the pack members scream, “surprise!” Tears enter her eyes, and the baby is slightly startled by the sudden noise. I take the baby gently from her arms, sensing her slight overwhelm as everyone rushes towards her to catch a glimpse of the newborn. She looks at me with gratitude, and I feel a sense of protectiveness.The pack members approach one by one, greeting Kylie and admiring the baby in my arms. Pride glows in my eyes as they marvel at their future Luna. After everyone gets a look at the baby, the atmosphere becomes lively, with
Arnold's PovThe day of Allegra's naming ceremony is filled with anticipation and excitement. We decided to celebrate the occasion with a grand gathering in the pack's ceremonial hall, adorned with vibrant decorations and fragrant flowers.As guests start to arrive, the air is filled with laughter and chatter. Kylie and I, dressed in traditional attire, greet everyone with smiles and gratitude for joining us on this special day. The ceremonial hall echoes with the sounds of joy, and the aroma of delicious food wafts through the air.I find Kylie carefully cradling Allegra in her arms, and she looks radiant in her happiness. “Are you ready for this, Luna?” I ask, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.Kylie nods, her eyes shining with maternal pride. “Absolutely, Alpha. This is such a beautiful moment for our family and the pack.”The ceremony begins with the traditional howling of the pack elders, invoking the spirit of the moon goddess to bless Allegra. The atmosphere is charged with
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