Asha’s POVThough my face remained impassive, inside, I simmered in anger. I couldn’t believe that my father would still insist on giving his blood even though Andros and I were willing to go under the needle for him. My father has grown weak with age. He is not the same strong and powerful man that he was before. The stress of handling a huge Pack has taken its toll on his body. I’m angry at my father, who still insists on doing this, knowing how this could affect his health. As an Alpha, he has to keep all his strength to himself. With all the tasks he is in charge of, he desperately needs to be in good health all the time. I moved with practised precision as I prepared the kit that I would be using. My father gave me a steady gaze. He’s been staring at me for a long time without saying anything. His stare unnerves me the most because I’m secretly angry at him. “Dad, are you sure about this?” I asked him one last time as I held the needle in one hand after I had prepared everyth
Alpha Theron’s POVAs I sat at my desk in my office, facilitating a Pack meeting, my mind kept drifting to Astrid. She still had not woken up, even after I had given my blood in a desperate attempt to save her. I was glad when her body had no adverse effects on my blood. I believe with all my heart that she is my daughter, but the fact that she was born with pure omega blood made me fear that my strong blood could cause adverse effects on her body. It is bad luck that everything happened yesterday, and today happened to be Monday. Meetings are scheduled every Monday morning. Even though my body is still feeling weak because of the amount of blood that I donated, I cannot skip today’s meeting. Astrid had lost a lot of blood, and I was the only donor who could give her all the blood that she needed. They had no choice but to continue drawing my blood three times more than the normal amount of blood that my body can normally give because if not, all my efforts of giving my blood wou
Alpha Theron’s POVI stared at Alek, who had always been loyal to me. I had no problems with Alek; he is always good at whatever job you give him. Not only that, but I could also trust him with everything, even though we weren’t really that close. That’s right, Alek and I weren’t really close, and it’s because I wasn’t really born as an Alpha. I may have been born with pure Alpha blood, but the Alpha position was my older brother’s by birthright. Alek had that special bond with my older brother and not me. In fact, Alek is years older than me; he is the same age as my brother. They were perfect. They were best friends growing up, and they were destined to help each other and lead the Pack as the Alpha and Beta of the Pack. Meanwhile, I was the black sheep of the family. I was the neglected child. I was that child that no one wanted. Finding no place in our Pack, I grew up outside the Pack, where I also met Drystan and then Astrid’s mother. Alek and my older brother soon rec
Giselle’s POVAfter Alpha Theron took Astrid away, Killian’s mood changed. He dragged me by the arm and pushed me inside the car without saying anything. He never spoke a word as he drove the car. He remained silent even after I demanded answers. His expression remained cold as he kept his gaze on the road, not paying me any of his attention. Killian has never acted like this, cold and silent. The treatment that he gave me terrified me. For a moment, I thought he was going to take me somewhere to kill me.Instead, he drove us back to the Silvermoon Pack, surprising me. My heart raced when Killian suddenly pulled me out of the car. “Killian, what are you doing?!” I yelled at him as I struggled against his hold. I felt humiliated when I saw the Omegas that served us in the Packhouse were looking at us. Their eyes were glued to Killian’s hand, and they were tightly wrapped around my arm. I glared at the Omegas who were watching us. They instantly turned their heads away like they s
Giselle’s POVMy shoulders heaved as I slumped to the floor, struggling to catch my breath after Killian had left the room, locking the door behind me. I heard him say a few words to the omegas, telling them not to let me leave the room and report to him if I had escaped. He is really serious about confining me inside this room until I give birth. My hands trembled uncontrollably at my sides as his harsh words still echoed in my mind. His chilling threat that he would take my life if he ever discovered that I had been deceiving him. The fear coursing through my veins was overwhelming, but I knew I couldn’t let it consume me. With great effort, I forced myself to take one long, slow breath, willing my body to calm down. I clenched my trembling fists tightly in a desperate attempt to make them stop. ‘No,’ I thought determinedly, that’s not going to happen. I wouldn’t — couldn’t — let Killian carry out his threat. I had come too far; I risked too much to let it all end like th
Killian’s POVThe night air was cold and still, as I paced anxiously outside Giselle’s room. For months, she had been confined within those walls, never allowed to set foot outside until the time of her labour arrived. I could hear the commotion inside — the agonizing cries of Giselle as she fought to bring her child into the world filled the whole Packhouse. With every push she makes, she gives a painful cry. The Doctor had warned me beforehand that I should move Giselle to the hospital so she could have proper labour. However, I objected and told them to do the labour in her room instead. This made it difficult for all of them. I watched as the omegas rushed in and out of the room, carrying towels, basins of water, and all the manner of supplies the doctor would need. If we were at the hospital, everything would have been prepared for the labour. I took my words seriously when I said she would be confined in this room until she gave birth. My heart raced with each laboured br
Killian’s POVI stayed awake the whole night. I couldn’t sleep as the DNA results bothered my mind. Sleep had eluded me the entire night as my mind raced with worry and uncertainty, thinking about whether Giselle’s newborn child was truly mine or not. I sat in the hospital lobby, my head cradled in my weary hands. Until now, I didn’t know how to react once I found out the truth. I have no idea what will happen once the truth finally comes out. I’m not even sure which is better to find out if Giselle’s child is in mind or not. Whatever the result is, I’m still doomed. If Giselle’s child were mine, then things would go as they should. If not, then Giselle has to suffer the punishment of deceiving me. However, it still won’t undo all the mistakes that I’ve made in the past. It won’t undo things I have done. In the end, I will still have to live with regrets. After what felt like an eternity, I lifted my head when I heard footsteps approaching. My Adam’s apple bobbed up and
Killian’s POVI stood before Giselle’s bedroom door with guilt and remorse etched across my face. The DNA results had really hit me hard. I can’t continue my day without talking this through with Giselle. Even though I did not know where to start with all the bad things I had done, I rushed to Giselle’s room, determined to make amends with her. I couldn’t rest until I apologized for everything I had done to Giselle and sought her forgiveness. After collecting myself together, I’ve finally made up my mind. I brought our son with me to give him back to his mother.The door swung open, pulling me from my thoughts. I steeled myself, ready to face this head-on, only for the door to reveal Giselle’s attendant, who looked at me in surprise.Clearly, she wasn’t expecting to see me at the other side of the door. “I heard that Giselle has woken up,” I began, my voice laced with apprehension. “Tell her that I came to visit. I wish to talk to her, but it’s okay if she doesn’t want to talk to
Astrid’s POVThe morning sun spilled over the horizon, bathing the Silvermoon Pack in golden light.It felt like a dream.Like I had woken up from a nightmare and stepped into something softer, something real.The wind was cool, crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, untouched by war, by fear. Peaceful.Something I never thought I’d feel again.But here I was.And my children—my heart, my soul—were safe.I looked down at Elara, her tiny fingers curled around mine as we sat on the balcony of the Packhouse. She was staring out at the trees, her expression calm but distant."Are you cold?" I asked softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.She shook her head. "No."She was quiet these days.Healing.Like all of us.I glanced over my shoulder, where Ryker sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Killian with furrowed brows."You're doing it wrong," Ryker grumbled as Killian attempted to braid his sister’s hair.Killian gave him a mock glare. "Excuse me? I was an Alpha before you were
Killian’s POVThe night smelled like blood and fire.I couldn’t stop moving.Every rogue in my path fell before they even had a chance to react. I didn’t feel them fall. Didn’t care.Because she was here.Astrid.And I would burn this entire place to the ground to get her and Elara back."Killian! We need to push back toward the main entrance!" Ryder shouted over the chaos."Then do it," I snarled, my claws slashing through another rogue’s throat. "I'm getting Astrid."The camp was collapsing around us, rogues scattering in terror. But I didn’t care about them.I cared about one thing.I slammed through the wooden doors, my wolf roaring inside of me, scenting her immediately.Astrid’s POVThe walls shook.The sounds of battle grew louder, closer.I knew what that meant.Killian was here.I forced myself to remain still, though my wrists ached from where they had been tied.The rogues had been restless since nightfall. They hadn’t expected an attack so soon. Hadn’t expected Killian to
Killian’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as we stood outside the war tent, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows over the gathered warriors. We had our plan.It wasn’t enough.Not for me.Not for the rage clawing at my chest, the desperation gripping my every thought.Astrid was out there. Alone. Surrounded. And every second we waited was another second she was at that bastard’s mercy.I paced the length of the clearing, my hands clenched into fists, my wolf snarling just beneath the surface. Patience was never my strength. And right now, I had none."Killian."Ryder’s voice was firm, grounding.I stopped, exhaling sharply, forcing my breathing to even out."We’re ready," Ryder continued, stepping beside me. "The scouts confirmed Astrid’s trail—it leads straight into the rogue king’s stronghold. But we still don’t know exactly where they’re keeping her and Elara."I turned to him, my golden eyes burning. "Then we force them to tell us."Ryder nodded, but his gaze flic
Killian’s POVThe room was suffocating.The walls pressed in around me, and my wolf howled inside my chest, clawing to be free, to run, to fight, to kill.I couldn’t breathe.Astrid was gone.Elara was still missing.They were both in his hands.The war room blurred as I stormed through the Packhouse, my mind a whirlwind of fury and desperation. My steps were too fast, too sharp, but I couldn’t slow down. Not now.Not when I had already lost so much.The moment I stepped into the war room, all eyes snapped to me.Ryder was there, arms crossed, watching me carefully. Warriors stood around the table, tense, waiting for orders. Waiting for me to do something.But I wasn’t thinking.I couldn’t think.I could barely see past the red haze of rage.“She left a trail,” Ryder said before I could even open my mouth.I froze.The room around me seemed to still, my mind catching onto his words like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.“What?” My voice came out sharp, dangerous.Ryder motioned t
Astrid’s POVElara’s blue eyes locked onto mine, wide and glistening with tears, her small frame trembling in the grip of the rogue holding her.“Mommy!”Her voice cracked, breaking something inside me.I lunged, the burning pain of the wolfsbane shackles forgotten, my body driven by nothing but instinct.I barely made it a step before rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me back.A snarl ripped from my throat. “Let her go!”Ardan’s smirk deepened. He raised a hand, and the rogue restraining Elara tightened his grip.She whimpered.A sound so small—so fragile—that it shattered every ounce of restraint I had left.“I swear with my own life, Ardan,” I growled, my voice raw with fury, “if you so much as touch her—”He laughed.Actually laughed.Like this was amusing. Like he wasn’t holding my world in his filthy hands.“My, my,” he mused, pacing toward me with slow, deliberate steps. “You really do have a soft spot, don’t you?” His gaze flickered to Elara. “I wonder… does she share your
Astrid’s POVThe journey to Ardan’s stronghold felt longer than it should have.They forced me to walk.Through the forest, over uneven terrain, my wrists bound in iron shackles laced with wolfsbane, burning against my skin with every step.I didn’t fight them.Not because I couldn’t.But because every second I stalled, every moment I made them think I was truly broken, brought me closer to Elara.That was all that mattered.The rogues surrounded me in a loose formation, their laughter and whispered taunts filling the night air.They didn’t see me as a threat.Not anymore.They saw a woman who had given up, a mother who had walked willingly into the lion’s den.That was their first mistake.Their second?Letting me breathe.As we moved deeper into rogue territory, my thoughts remained sharp, focused. I counted our path, memorized the turns, the landmarks, the scent markers.If I survived this, if I found a way to get Elara out, I needed to know exactly how to escape.If I didn't… then
Astrid’s POVThe rogues had been waiting for me.They lingered in the shadows, motionless, like predators poised for the perfect moment to strike. Their eyes glowed eerily in the dim light of the moon, flickering with something sinister—anticipation.They knew I was coming.My stomach twisted, but I forced my expression into something unreadable, my shoulders squared as I stepped forward. I came alone. No weapons. No resistance. Complete surrender.It was the only way.If I fought back, if I hesitated for even a second, Ardan might change his mind. He might keep Elara. He might hurt her.And that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.I took slow, deliberate steps into the clearing, my heartbeat steady despite the way my wolf clawed at the inside of my skin, urging me to turn back, to fight.Not yet.I exhaled, tilting my chin upward as I finally stopped before them.The group of rogues—at least a dozen—remained silent for a moment, assessing me. Then one of them, a tall, lean man with
Killian’s POVThe omega’s words rang in my ears like a warning bell."Alpha! Alpha! It’s Ryker! He’s awake and looking for you. He won’t calm down!"My entire body locked up.Ryker had always been tormented with nightmares ever since Elara was kidnapped. He often woke up in the middle of the night, demanding to see us and he would always look so terrified. I stood at the Packhouse entrance, my wolf raging to break free, my warriors prepared to track Astrid before she got too far. Every instinct inside me screamed at me to run, to chase her down, to drag her back before she made the biggest mistake of her life.But my son needed me.For a single, agonizing moment, I hesitated.Then I turned on my heel and strode toward the infirmary, my boots pounding against the floor, my fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. My lungs burned with restrained fury, my thoughts a storm of frustration and helplessness.First Astrid. Now Ryker. I was losing control of everything.When I
Astrid’s POVThe night stretched on, endless and suffocating. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but the light felt hollow—cold. The Packhouse was eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant conversations and footsteps replaced by an unbearable stillness.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the fabric of my shirt, my thoughts a hurricane raging inside me.Elara.Her name was carved into every thought, every breath, every aching second that passed. She was out there, in the dark, in the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than to see me broken.And I was still here. Waiting.I had tried. I had tried to listen to Killian, to hold on to the logic that we could save her together, that there was a plan, a chance. But how could I gamble my daughter’s life on a chance?What if they were wrong? What if we weren’t fast enough? What if she needed me now?My throat tightened, the guilt curling around me like a noose. I had waited too long alread