Hmmm… Killian sent werewolves to kill Astrid, isn’t that right??? What do you think is happening guys?! And you Giselle, what evil plan are you scheming right now?
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 POVMy body is tense as I wonder what’s happening outside. I hope Drystan will be able to convince Killian, and that Killian won’t give him such a hard time. I wish I could go out and see what’s happening so I wouldn’t have to be left in the dark, anxiously waiting for Drystan’s news. Being left alone in my room, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about worst-case scenarios. What if Killian doesn’t believe us? What if he sees through our plans? I just don’t want anything to do with Killian anymore. I want to cut him off my life completely and that could only happen if he thinks that I’m dead. I jumped in my seat when someone twisted the door open. My heart pounded in my chest thinking that Killian was here. He has found me and he is taking me back to his Pack. I was so horrified until Nova peeked inside. I shut my eyes tight and clutched my dear heart as I slumped back on my couch. Nova slowly entered and locked the door behind her. “Astrid, are you okay?” Nova rushed to my
Astrid’s POV As a person who had lost her mate to another woman, I think that’s enough for me to understand what it feels like to lose your mate to death. Although both things are entirely different, I still know how much Drystan suffered when his mate died. Drystan lost half of him when his mate died and he never recovered from her death. After many years had passed, I know he still loves his mate now and he would choose to have her over and over again if he could. If there was a way to bring someone back to life, he would have traveled around the world to find the procedure that would bring her to life instead of searching for his second chance mate to replace the first one that he had and loved. As an Alpha, Drystan needs to have a Luna that could lead his Pack by his side. He did not look for his second chance mate because he had already moved on, he searched for her for the sake of his Pack. It must have hurt more for him to be forced to find your second chance mate whe
Astrid’s POV “What’s wrong with her? Is she okay?” Nova asked anxiously after the Pack Doctor performed a thorough check on me. Nova stayed beside me the whole time that I was hurting. She squeezed my hand and comforted me with worry etched across her face. If she had the ability to take away half of the pain that I was experiencing, I knew she would have done it. I’m so glad that we have gotten to know each other and that we have finally become friends. The Pack Doctor couldn’t meet our eyes as he took a step back. I became anxious knowing that face meant that something was wrong. “I-I’ve never seen something like this,” the Pack Doctor blurted out with fear in his eyes. Nova’s brows furrowed. He is the Pack’s best doctor, he should know this kind of thing. “I’ve studied all kinds of diseases and medicines, but I’ve never seen anything like this,” the Pack Doctor continued, adding to my fears. “W-What’s wrong with me? I-Is the baby okay?” I stammered. “The baby is f
Asha’s POVThe soft crunch of leaves beneath my boots was the only sound as I walked through the forest path.My mother’s grave is far from the Packhouse. She is buried in a secluded area, giving her peace. The cool air carried a solemn stillness that matched my mood. Visiting her grave was my sanctuary, a place where I could let my guard down and remember the woman who raised me.That’s when I saw him — Andros, my older brother, standing at the edge of the woods. The shadows from the trees seemed to engulf him, and his posture was rigid, alert. Was he here to visit Mother too? I wondered. My heart swelled at the thought. It wasn’t often that Andros and I shared these quiet moments. As the crowned Alpha he has too many responsibilities placed on his shoulder. He was always busy. I opened my mouth to call out to him but stopped short when another figure emerged from the shadows. My brows furrowed. The man wore a black hoodie that concealed most of his face, and his movements wer
Asha’s POVI staggered back, shaking my head in disbelief. “That’s not true. That can’t be true,” I mumbled as if I was just trying to convince myself.“I was left with no choice, Asha. Your mother—Luna Jamaica—was my brother’s mate. He was the rightful Alpha. But when he died, the Pack needed a leader. And I… I was the only option. I was forced to marry her to maintain stability. To keep this Pack from falling apart.”My father’s eyes turned red as he tried his best to hold back his tears. My heart wrenched as I feel for his pain. This is the first time I ever saw my father look so vulnerable. “I gave up everything. My mate. My happiness. My future. I gave it all away for this Pack, for a life I never wanted. And every day since, I have lived with that choice. With the weight of betraying my mate, of turning my back on the only woman I ever loved.”I stared at him, my body trembling as the truth settled over me like a suffocating blanket. Everything I had believed, everything I
Asha’s POVI squared my shoulders as I faced my father, my eyes narrowing at him in anger. I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, the weight of years of frustration and jealousy boiling to the surface. My father simply stood before me, his usual composed demeanor tinged with a rare expression of exasperation, but I didn’t care. Not anymore“She doesn’t even call you Father!” I spat, my voice trembling with anger. “Not once in her life has Astrid ever acknowledged you as her father. And yet, you treat her like she’s some prized treasure. Why, Father? Because you feel guilty for neglecting her? She’s just your illegitimate child! It’s best that she realize she’s not special!” I blurted out angrily.Alpha Theron’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t speak. That silence — his silence — was what always drove me mad. He would never defend himself, never justify his actions, as if I were the one being unreasonable. But I wasn’t.“She’s ungrateful!” I continued, pacing back and forth as my em
Astrid’s POVThe silence after the call ended was heavier than the words I hadn’t spoken.I remained frozen, clutching the phone as though its weight could tether me to the choices I had made. Each unspoken truth tightened like a vice around my chest, each lie stealing the air I so desperately needed.I wanted nothing more than to turn back, to run to Ryker and finally tell him who I really was. But how could I? How could I be so selfish, so reckless? I knew the truth about my condition — how dangerous and uncertain everything is. How could I let him get close to me, knowing how it will all end?The thought of Ryker loving me, only to lose me, was unbearable. I couldn’t let him go through that pain, the kind of pain that had already hollowed me out. I knew it too well — the ache of losing someone you’d give anything to keep. The searing, unrelenting agony of losing my husband, the devastation of outliving my child. I wouldn’t wish that torment on anyone, least of all Ryker.A shiv
Killian’s POVIt had been days since Ryker had last seen Giselle, and Ryker still hadn’t asked a single question about her mother. At first, I was afraid of what he’d say, dreading the moment he’d look me in the eye and ask, Where’s my mother? I couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth, knowing how much it would break him. How could I possibly explain to him that Giselle is not her mother, and that she’s dead. In his whole life, Ryker believed that Giselle was his mother — she’d raised him, after all, and he’d known her as nothing else.I know it would be difficult for him to accept and process the whole truth, and I was trying my best to avoid the confrontation from him. But now… I’m no longer just worried about Ryker’s difficult questions now I wasn’t just avoiding the question. I am now worried wondering why he still haven’t asked me any question. In the days that had passed, he hadn’t asked even once. Not a word about Giselle. No concern, no curiosity. Just silence. And
Alpha Theron’s POVAndros scoffed, his disbelief clear as he tilted his head back. “You are choosing Astrid over me?” he spat out. “You’re going to make her the crowned Luna of this Pack? It’s only been three years since you met her, and you think she’s worthy of this title? What do you think Asha would say? Astrid isn’t even your legitimate child!”I met his gaze, my own expression resolute. “Astrid has proven herself capable. She’s been our acting Beta for three years and led as the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack for five years before that. She has the qualities, the skills, and the strength needed to lead. In terms of ability, Andros, she does her job far better than you.”Andros’s fists clenched, his expression darkening with insult and rage. “This is madness! The Pack won’t accept it! My mother is your true mate and the Luna of this Pack. Giving your position to someone who isn’t her child is an insult to her legacy and to this Pack!”I took a step forward, my voice unwavering.
Alpha Theron’s POVA long silence settled over the room after I asked the question, heavy and tense. I kept my gaze fixed on Andros, waiting, hoping for a sign of remorse or an explanation. But what I saw instead shook me to my core. Andros looked back at me, and in that gaze, I saw a stranger. The gentle son I thought I knew was gone, and in his place stood a man cold and unyielding.Then he spoke, his voice sharper and louder than I had ever heard it, filled with a defiance that sent a chill through me. “You want to know why I did it?” he snapped, his tone a mix of anger and something darker. “I did it for us, for this pack. I was doing you a favor by doing what you could never bring yourself to do.”His words stunned me. Andros had never raised his voice to me, not once in all the years I’d known him. Even when I was harsh or demanding — as I always was, he had always accepted it in silence, never challenging me. But now, he stood before me, speaking without restraint, and I
Alpha Theron’s POVAndros entered, his eyes darting between me and the book lying on the desk. He tried to mask his apprehension, but I caught the flicker of recognition in his gaze. I wasted no time.“Did Beta Alek give you this book?” I asked, my voice steady but taut.He blinked, feigning innocence. “I’ve seen the book before, yes. Beta Alek showed it to me and explained what it was.” His eyes held mine, the picture of calm. “Is there something wrong?”Besidehim, Beta Alek looked stricken but hopeful. He took a step forward, his voice shaking with urgency. “Andros, explain everything to your father and tell him that I’m being wronged. I gave you the book didn’t I? I even told you to burn the book for me,” Beta Alek spoke up, trusting that my son would prove his innocence. Andros raised his brows, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked, his tone soft and innocent.“That didn’t happen. You never gave me the book — I’ve never even touched it.”Beta Alek’s face went pale
Alpha Theron’s POVThe moment Astrid left my office, I reached through the Pack Link, calling for Beta Alek.My voice came out raw and unfiltered, the unmistaken anger pulsed through the link sending their wolves into submission. I could sense Beta Alek’s panic, could feel his wolf bristle at the force of my command. He knew I wasn’t pleased.Moments later, the door opened, and Alek entered, his face pale, but his steps were urgent.I didn’t give him a chance to speak before hurling the book at him. It hit him squarely in the face, making him stagger. As he caught the book, his face drained of color even further when recognition flared in his eyes.“Didn’t I tell you to burn that book?” My voice was low, lethal, and I didn’t miss the way he trembled at each word.Alek fell to his knees, the weight of his guilt bearing down on him. “Alpha,” he choked out, “I admit my irresponsibility. I failed you. I’m willing to accept any punishment for my insubordination,” he answered readily, pr