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Astrid’s POV My attention was on the woman as soon she entered. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her even if I wanted to. She is so alluring and there’s just something unique about her charm. I watched how her strawberry pink curls bounced as she rushed inside with a huge smile on her face. I could only stare at her side profile.“Drystan!” She shouted happily in her serene voice. For a moment I was surprised that she didn’t address Drystan as Alpha. It seems like the two of them are really close. “Nova! You are finally back!” Drystan smiled happily at her as he faced her. He instantly dropped the business conversation he was having with his assistant when she entered. I watched as the two of them hugged each other. After that, Nova slaps Drystan on his shoulder. “What happened while I was gone, huh?” she questioned him, trying to catch up with the days she wasn’t around. “Oh, I wanted you to meet someone,” Drystan craned his neck as he searched around the cafeteria. He smile
Astrid’s POVFear coursed through my body when I realized that this wasn’t a simple attack. Someone ordered these werewolves to attack me. Who ordered them to kill me and how did they find out that I’m here?I held my breath and turned to my side when the werewolf tried to claw on my neck to go for an instant kill. Adrenaline rushed through my body knowing that I merely escaped death there. I pushed myself backward when the other werewolves started to appear one by one. They growled at me and bared their canines as they approached me like a predator. I used my trembling hands to search the dirt around me. I tried to look for a rock or anything that I could use to defend myself from the werewolves who were trying to kill me. I cannot die. If I die, my child will lose his chance to experience life. I don’t want to be such a bad mother to him. I stopped and my breath turned more fast and shallow when my back touched a tree. I also panicked when I did not find anything available near
Killian’s POV A week has passed and I still have no news about Astrid. The men I have tasked to look for her, still haven’t come back until now. The only lead we have of Astrid is the CCTV footage. However, no one could identify the stranger who had rescued her. It made things difficult for us to track her. Every day, I’m growing more impatient as time passes by. It’s been a week, but we don’t even know if Astrid is safe or not. The longer that she’s out there, the higher the chance that she is in danger. I wanted to look for her myself, but my responsibilities were keeping me from doing anything else. A lot of meetings, reports, and proposals are waiting for me to handle every day. Heck! I’ve sacrificed my sleep and even skipped dinners just to finish everything, only to receive another pile of workload the next day.My life has been an unending cycle of work recently. “Are you serious?!” I blurted out in annoyance when our Pack’s Beta suddenly entered my office with another st
Giselle’s POV Killian is physically with me, but he isn’t mentally there. He has been absent-minded the whole time that he is with me and I had to force out smiles on my face and act like I don’t notice anything strange from him. Talking to him felt like I wasn’t talking to a man, he was too distant to me. Although he gives me replies, I know he is just doing it out of respect. I’m actually pissed off that he is treating me like how he was treating his ex-wife. I hope that after this dinner, things will change between us and go back to the way it was. I know he already clarified that he has no feelings for me and has no plans of having feelings for me in the future. For him, the past is past and I’m planning to change his mind.The first step in doing that is by inviting him to dinner. It doesn’t matter whether he does have feelings or not. I’m just glad that he agreed to have dinner with me which means I might still have a chance with him. “Hmmm,” a moan escaped my lips as I too
Astrid’s POV The news of my death has finally spread all over the other Packs with the help of Drystan and his connection. Right now, I’m sure Killian had already received the news. However, I’m not sure if he would believe that I’m dead. With Drystan’s help and the careful preparation that we had, there’s nothing I should be worried about. I groaned weakly as I sat on the couch that is inside my room just in front of my bed. I’ve been feeling weak and lightheaded recently. No matter how much I rested and took care of myself, I wasn’t getting any better. Ever since I was attacked two days ago, my wolf has been getting weaker and weaker. I don’t know what the cause was which makes it more alarming. I could just feel the changes happening in my body and I’m doing everything that could help to make my health better. My body is turning weaker and weaker. It is also the reason why I’m not able to use my strength during the attack, apart from the fact that I was pregnant. “Ingri
Drystan’s POV “ASTRID! I know you are hiding here, Astrid! Come out this instant!”Killian’s voice rang inside the packhouse as I walked down the stairs to meet him. As soon as I saw his face, my blood boiled in an instant. How dare he cause a scene here in my Pack and pretend that he really cares about Astrid after he sent his men to kill her?Isn’t this what he wanted? To see her dead? His audacity baffles me.I locked gazes with Killian as I approached him. Our pack guards held him back, stopping him from entering the Pack. He stopped fighting against the guards and forcing himself to enter when he saw me coming. “You!” Killian’s face was red in anger as he pointed his hand out at me. “I know you are hiding Astrid. Show her to me now!” Killian demanded. I scoffed in disbelief as I approached him. What game is he playing now?“Don’t worry Killian, your wish had already come true. Astrid is dead and she’s never coming back,” I told him, knowing that he only came all the way here
Killian’s POV “Astrid is already right in front of you, Killian,” Drystan answered me with a straight face. “What else should I show you to prove that Astrid is already dead?” Drystan asked me with disdain. I laughed at Drystan’s words knowing that this was all a lie. “Have you forgotten, Drystan? Astrid is my mate, I will know it if she is really dead.” Even though Astrid had rejected me as her mate, I still had a little connection left with her because I did not accept her rejection. My wolf could still feel traces of connection with Astrid’s wolf. If Astrid was really dead, we would have known. We wouldn’t even have the smallest connection that we have with her right now. “It’s normal for your wolf to be confused, Killian. I also lost my mate and it took me months for my wolf to accept that our mate is dead,” Drystan answered. I shook my head as tears pricked the back of my eyes. My whole body felt numb as I stared at Astrid’s picture and on her urn once again. I couldn’t
Giselle’s POV My eyes blinked when I heard Killian’s words, but I didn’t let him know that I was confused. “What do you mean?” I asked him. I don’t know if Killian is still in denial or if he just couldn’t accept the truth right now. I thought he had already accepted that Astrid was dead. We just saw her memorial service going on and even her ashes were there. What evidence does he need for him to believe that Astrid is dead? “I think Drystan is hiding something from us. There is definitely something going on that we had to find out,” Killian answered making my brows furrow. Drystan doesn’t seem to be acting strange earlier. Although, it’s normal for Killian to think that Drystan is acting strange because he doesn’t know one thing. Killian doesn’t know that I sent werewolves to kill Astrid. I also imprinted the Silvermoon Pack’s mark on their paws to frame Killian so they would think that Killian was the person behind Astrid’s attack. The reason why I insisted on coming
Astrid’s POVKillian halted mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as he turned to face me. His brow knitted together, the golden hue of his eyes darkening with unease. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, guarded.I hesitated for just a heartbeat before the words poured out, tumbling over each other in a rush. “Alpha Cedric,” I said, my voice tight with urgency. “At the council meeting—he stood up, questioning us, doubting our leadership, our decisions.”Killian’s brows pinched together as he processed my words. “What if… what if it wasn’t just him being confrontational? What if it was intentional? Designed to sow distrust, to divide us?” I asked him Killian’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he digested my words. A flicker of understanding crossed his face, followed by something colder, harder. Slowly, he nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted, his tone heavy with thought. “When Andros suggested there could be a traitor, Cedric was the first person w
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and ominous. I felt my chest tighten, the implications settling like a stone in my stomach. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Andros’s gaze dropped again, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his confession was too much to bear. “If you suspect that someone’s feeding the rogue king information, it wasn’t me. It must be someone close to you,” he answered. “Since they know so much about the Pack, it could be someone in your ranks. Tell me, is there anyone acting weird recently? Anyone you think that is hiding something.”“That’s impossible,” I instantly blurted out. “All of us wanted the rogue king gone. All of us were helping each other to overcome this crisis. Why would someone betray us and work with the rogue king?”“I’m not the one leaking information to the rogue king,” Andros spoke sternly. “Who do you think it is?” The question that escaped Killian’s mouth made me look at him. “Killian, what are y
Astrid's POVThe air in the dungeon was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer. The faint flicker of the bright light painted uneasy shadows on the stone walls, casting long, distorted shapes that felt as restless as the questions swirling in my mind. Killian and I stopped outside Andros’s cell, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren’t there. His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena’s death.“Andros,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide.His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground. “What now?” he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know.Killian stepped forward, his tone firmer than mine. “We need answers,” he said. “T
The warrior’s words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating and cold. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard.“The fragments… are missing?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded, each beat echoing louder in my ears as confusion and disbelief clawed at my thoughts.The Forsaken Amulet was destroyed. Rowena sacrificed her life to ensure it could never be used again. Why would the rogues come back for it? What could they possibly want with shattered remnants?Killian stood beside me, rigid as stone, his golden eyes locked on the warrior. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, taut with restrained fury.“Yes, Alpha,” the warrior said, bowing his head. “We inspected the area as you instructed, to see if the rogues left anything behind—clues, weapons, anything. But instead, we found the fragments… gone.”Gone. The word echoed in my mind, a drumbeat of confusion. I tried to piece together the rogue king’s motives, but nothing made se
Astrid’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. The large council chamber, usually filled with calm deliberation, was now a battlefield of words. Alphas and Lunas from across the packs are all gathered around in one room, their gazes heavy with doubt and mistrust. Killian and I decided to call this meeting to inform everyone about the recent events and to formulate another plan for the future. “We heard that Andros is back, that he came back to the Pack with you, was that true?” One of the Alphas asked. I nodded my head. “That’s true. Although he is banned to enter any Packs, I made my decision out of careful consideration. While we are unsure of where his alliances lies, it would be safe if he is here with us where we could monitor him.”“Andros cannot be trusted,” Alpha Raiden of the Thunderclaw Pack said, his voice cold and unyielding. “He betrayed us once—no, twice. Do you expect us to believe he won’t do it again?”Several heads nodded in agreement, murmurs spreading li
Astrid’s POVI studied Andros’s face as he spoke, searching for even the faintest trace of deceit, but there was none. His expression was raw, stripped bare of his usual indifference, and in its place was something achingly human. Beneath the steady timbre of his voice, I caught a faint sadness—not just for Rowena, but for Killian, too. It made my chest tighten.I turned to Killian and felt my heart break at the sight of him. His golden eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, burned with a storm of emotions that threatened to drown him—anger, sorrow, regret. He stood frozen, like a man facing the wreckage of his entire world.“Then why didn’t she?” Killian’s voice, sharp and brittle, sliced through the heavy air. His fists trembled, clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles were white. “If she regretted everything so much, why didn’t she just say something? Why didn’t she stop?”Andros let out a quiet sigh, leaning his head back against the damp stone wall. “Because she c
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, cutting deeper than any blade. I felt Killian’s tension beside me, the barely contained storm beneath his surface threatening to erupt.“She introduced you… to the Rogue King?” Killian’s voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage. His golden eyes bore into Andros, demanding answers, demanding a reason to justify what was unfathomable.Andros’s gaze flickered, the indifference cracking ever so slightly. He leaned his head back against the cold stone wall, exhaling slowly. “She didn’t tell me why at first,” he said, his tone eerily calm. “She just… showed up. Out of nowhere.”The faint light from the torch above us cast long shadows across his face, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes—something I couldn’t ignore.“She said she wanted to help me,” Andros continued, his voice softening, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Said she didn’t want me to rot away in exile. That she could… save me.”Killian’s eyes
Astrid’s POVThe dungeon was cold, the air damp and heavy with the scent of mildew and rusted iron. Shadows danced on the rough stone walls as the faint light flickered, casting a dim, suffocating glow. Killian stood beside me, his jaw tight and his arms crossed, every line of his body radiating tension.Across from us, Andros sat slumped against the wall of his cell, his hands loosely bound in front of him. His face was a mask of indifference, his eyes distant and unfocused as if he were a world away. He didn’t look at us, didn’t even flinch as we approached.“Andros,” I said, keeping my voice steady. He didn’t move. His breathing was even, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder.Killian took a step forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor. “Are you working with the rogues?” he demanded, his voice hard, cutting through the silence like a blade.Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.Killian’s fists clenched at his sides. “Answer me, Andros. Are you one of them?”I st
Astrid’s POVThe world outside my dreams pulled me back slowly, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I stirred awake. Something was missing, though. I reached out instinctively to the empty space beside me, my fingers brushing against the cool sheets where Killian should have been.I blinked, still disoriented, as I pushed myself up. The room was dim, the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. My eyes adjusted slowly, and then I saw him—Killian, standing on the terrace just outside, his broad back turned to me.His posture was rigid, his hands gripping the railing as though it were the only thing keeping him grounded. Yawning, I stretched, rolling my shoulders to shake off the remnants of sleep. The cool air hit me as I stepped onto the terrace and I instantly wrapped my arms around myself.“Killian,” I called softly, my voice still hoarse from sleep. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge me at first. His head hung low, the tension radiating from him unmistakable.I cl