Arnold’s PovAs I head to the woods beside the hospital, I think my beta Bob will come to the hospital and take Kylie home. While my beta heads to the hospital to assist Kylie, my wolf breaks free, sprinting through the woods in a frenzy. The need to clear both our minds propels us forward, the rhythmic pounding of paws against the earth echoing the tumult within me. It's not just the anger that fuels this mad run; it's the profound disappointment and the betrayal that gnaws at my core.Each step amplifies the realization that Kylie chose deception over honesty. The revelation that Ryan may not be my son is a bitter pill, but the lies cut deeper. The pain isn't just about the uncertainty of paternity; it's about the breach of trust and the fractures in the foundation of what we built together.It's infuriating to think that she believed weaving a narrative involving my mother would somehow justify her actions. Blaming my mother for a concocted story of infidelity and deceit is an auda
Kylie’s Pov The weight of those words, “Mr. Norway, Ryan is not your son,” crashed upon me, shattering the fragile hope I had held on to. My eyes met Arnold's, wide with disbelief, as I vehemently rejected the devastating result. “No, no, that is not possible. That result is not true,” I pleaded desperately.I turned to Arnold, grasping him as I tried to rise from the emotional wreckage. “Arnold, you have to believe me. Ryan is your son. I haven't been with anyone except you. Please, you have to believe me.” My words fell into an icy void as Arnold responded with a coldness I had never encountered before. “I should believe you over a test run by technology,” he said, his voice cutting through my pleas.His accusation that Camilla was behind this added fuel to the fire. “It has to be her. I told you she would do anything to separate us,” I insisted, clinging desperately to the belief that there had to be a nefarious force at play.Arnold's anger boiled over, and I found myself on the
Kylie’s Pov As the guards finish removing Arnold's belongings, the room transforms into a desolate space, devoid of the life and warmth Arnold's presence brought. The emptiness intensifies my grief, and tears flow uncontrollably. It feels as though the two pillars of my world, Ryan and Arnold, have been mercilessly torn away. The weight of their absence hangs heavily in the air, and I can't fathom why life seems determined to subject me to such suffering.Amidst my tears, a knock interrupts the silence, and I hastily try to compose myself. Opening the door reveals Frederick, whose eyes mirror a genuine understanding of my pain. His presence offers a sliver of solace. “I felt your pain; I'm sorry, I just had to come,” he says, his voice carrying a comforting tone. He continues with news that further shatters my already broken heart.Frederick shares, “I just heard from one of my guys on the team searching for Ryan. Arnold called them back. He told them the mission is no longer a prior
Kylie’s PovAs Sasha reveals the interference in our connection, Frederick clenches his fists, his frustration evident. “We need to find out who's behind this, Sasha. This can't go on. Arnold deserves to know the truth about Ryan,” he declares with determination.Sasha nods, her eyes flickering with a mix of concern and determination. “We need to be careful. Dark magic is a formidable foe, and exposing its wielder won't be easy. Kylie, Frederick, are you both willing to face whatever challenges lie ahead?”I glance at Frederick, our unspoken agreement echoing through our shared gaze. “We'll do whatever it takes to uncover the truth and bring Ryan back,” I affirm, my resolve unwavering.As Sasha unravels the complexities of the curse, we learn that its grip on Arnold and Ryan's connection can only be released through a confession from the one who cast it. The curse, intricately designed to sever the father-son bond, stands as a formidable obstacle that demands resolution.Sasha outline
Arnold’s PovI recline in the comfort of my private lounge, surrounded by the familiar ambiance of the living room. The soft glow from the TV screen flickers, casting shadows as a movie plays. However, the allure of the film is lost on me. My attention is a captive audience to the turbulent thoughts swirling within.Despite the distraction of popcorn at my side, the taste is bland against the bitter aftertaste of emotional turmoil. Kylie's absence echoes louder than the dialogue on the screen. Her image occupies the spaces between scenes, leaving me grappling with the haunting memories of our recent discord.The desire for her presence is an ache that refuses to be drowned out by the movie's soundtrack. How did we reach this point? I mull over the hurt, the confusion, and the tangled mess of emotions. The emotional storm within me has grown wearisome, and I find myself yearning for a reprieve from the relentless waves of feeling.My relaxation is abruptly shattered when my beta urgen
Arnold’s PovAs my mother's revelations unfold, the room becomes a battlefield of emotions. Unable to contain my turmoil, I push her away, demanding an explanation for seeking revenge on Kylie's family. Her voice trembles with regret as she shares a tale of betrayal and shattered love.“When Kylie's father and I were younger, we used to have an affair. We were lovers, deeply in love, but he betrayed me,” she confesses. My eyes widen with astonishment as she recounts the painful history. “He slept with Kylie's mother, and they had Kylie. Initially, I thought he wasn't happy, and I schemed to remove Kylie's mother from the picture. However, when I attended his wedding, it was clear he was in love with Kylie's mother more than he ever was with me.”My mother's admission reveals a deep-seated desire for revenge, fueled by the scars of a past love. The weight of her jealousy and the revelation of my father's actions leave me grappling with conflicting emotions.Seeking more clarity, I turn
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
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