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
Killian’s POVI couldn’t bring myself to look Giselle in the eye after confessing everything and apologizing for how I had treated her. Silence fell between us as soon as I finished my words. My heart constricted, and I felt suffocated by the thick tension in the air. I waited with bated breath for her response until, out of the corner of my eye, she suddenly moved. My eyes turned back to Giselle, wondering what she was about to do. I watched as Giselle slowly turned to her attendant standing behind her in wait. Carefully, she handed our son over to the attendant’s arms. Then, they all left, giving us privacy and taking the baby with them. My gaze connected with Giselle’s. Now that we were finally alone, I felt more dumbfounded, not knowing what to expect. Before going inside the room, I had braced myself, anticipating that she wouldn’t easily forgive me. I even imagined she would refuse to talk to me, more so, be left inside the room with me. But Giselle did none of those thin
Giselle’s POVAn evil smile played on my lips as I gloated at my victory. Killian’s words are exactly what I wanted to hear. Right now, he has completely lost his trust in Astrid. There’s no way he could ever doubt me again in the future. All I had to do was to bring up our child, and he would be reminded of this day of how he had doubted me and harmed his child. I suppressed an evil laugh that threatened to escape my lips. I finally have Killian wrapped around my fingers again. He has completely been bought by me. I have expected this to happen. I know that making him believe that the child is ours would make him realize that he had made mistakes. It will also make him lose any little bit of trust or even love that he has for Astrid. Now that we are bound by a child, I could finally be the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, the position that I had worked hard to have. All I needed was a little nudge, and with the support of Killian’s mother, there was no way Killian could ever d
Damien’s POVA smile stretched my lips as I peered at my precious, beautiful daughter, who was silently asleep in my arms. I stared at her long lashes and her cute button nose. I know she will grow up to be a beautiful lady someday. She just came out into this world, but I couldn’t already deny her beauty. I can’t believe that Giselle would be so willing to murder such a pretty baby with an innocent and angelic face. I felt bad for my daughter that she had a cruel and cold-hearted mother. I’m so glad to finally hold her in my arms, away from her mother, who has been thinking of getting rid of her. I was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to make it. My daughter hasn’t been born yet, but Giselle has already been threatening me to kill her while she was still in her womb. To save my daughter, I willingly colluded with her and fulfilled all her conditions so I could take my daughter with me. It was I who provided for the son that she wanted, which would match Killian’s DNA. “Al
Damien’s POVI quickly pulled Vanessa inside the room out of anyone’s earshot before things could escalate between us. Knowing Vanessa, she might act hysterically once she finds out the truth. Her temper has always been quick to flare. Her constant outbursts were oftentimes rooted in her jealousy. I couldn’t imagine what her reaction would be if she found out that the child I had brought me wasn’t just any random child but a baby that I had from a different woman. Saying that she would be furious is even an understatement. It’s been years since Vanessa and I had married, but she had never been pregnant. It would be an insult for her to find out that her husband had his eldest child with a different woman while we have been married. Vanessa fell quiet when her gaze fell on the little innocent child sleeping inside a special crib in the middle of the room. She slowly took careful steps towards the sleeping infant, her eyes never leaving my daughter’s face. She had forgotten about
Astrid’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were quiet, but the air felt heavy. The scars of the siege remained—bloodstains on the stone, shattered barriers, and weary warriors moving through the wreckage. The Rogue King’s retreat had left a bitter aftertaste, not a victory. We all knew it wasn’t over.Scouts arrived at dawn, their reports grim. The Rogue King was rallying in Shadowfang territory, an area long abandoned after his rise to power. Worse, his forces weren’t just rogues anymore. Several smaller Packs had joined him, their banners seen flying alongside his.“He’s not just uniting rogues,” Killian said as we gathered in the council chamber. “He’s turning wolves against their own Packs.”The room erupted into murmurs of disbelief and anger.“What kind of Alpha betrays their kind for a rogue?” one elder growled.“A desperate one,” Nova said, her voice sharp but steady. She leaned against the table, her injuries still evident. “The Rogue King’s offering them something we can’t: freedom
Killian’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were silent, but it was a deceptive kind of peace. The air was thick with the stench of blood and ash, and every shadow seemed to whisper of danger. Warriors moved through the wreckage with weary purpose, tending to the wounded or reinforcing what defenses we had left.Nova rested in one of the makeshift infirmary tents, her pale face a stark reminder of how close we’d come to losing everything. Drystan was at her side, his usual stoicism replaced by a quiet but fierce protectiveness.Astrid was near the council chamber, her presence a steadying force as warriors gathered to plan our next steps. The weight of the siege hung heavily on us all, but the real burden sat in the back of my mind: the Amulet.We reconvened in the council chamber later that evening. The warriors who could stand attended, their faces etched with exhaustion. The Amulet, I thought, would be the center of this conversation—our next move, our strategy. But when I stepped into
Astrid’s POVThe Emberwood ruins were eerily silent as the last rays of sunlight bled into the horizon. The warriors moved like shadows among the crumbling walls, setting traps and reinforcing defenses. Every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of boots on gravel, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the faint metallic clink of weapons being prepared.Killian stood at the edge of the ruins, his gaze fixed on the darkening forest. His shoulders were tense, his posture rigid, but his voice was steady as he issued commands.“They’ll hit us hard and fast,” he said, his tone calm but carrying the weight of authority. “Hold the line. Protect the Amulet. Do not let them break through.”I nodded, standing by his side. “The rogues won’t stop until they have it. But we won’t let them win.”He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “No matter what happens, Astrid, promise me you’ll make it out of this.”I reached for his hand, squeezing it briefly. “We both will.”The first howl cut through the stillness l
Chapter 29: The Cursed RelicAstrid’s POVThe air in the council chamber was heavy, almost suffocating, as Killian explained what Nova and Drystan had learned. The Amulet wasn’t just a weapon—it was a curse, a relic tied to the Rogue King’s bloodline. Destroying it would require a confrontation with the one enemy we couldn’t afford to lose to.The warriors gathered around the table exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions grim.“The Rogue King won’t wait for us to come to him,” Killian said. “He’ll strike first. And when he does, he’ll bring every rogue under his command. If we’re not ready, it’s over.”Nova’s voice was steady, though I could hear the anger and pain beneath it. “We can’t let him use the Amulet. If it falls into his hands, he won’t just destroy the Packs—he’ll twist everything we’ve built into his version of chaos.”I glanced at the Amulet, its faint glow seeming almost malevolent. Just looking at it made my wolf uneasy, as if it could sense the darkness radiatin
Nova’s POVThe weight of betrayal still pressed heavily on my chest as I left the council chamber. My hands trembled at my sides, the urge to destroy something coursing through me. Liora’s face haunted my mind—her laughter, her kindness, the way she had brought light to every room she entered. Now, that light was gone, extinguished by Rowena’s greed and fear.I couldn’t even look at Killian. His silence, his complicity, felt like another dagger in the back. Drystan hadn’t spoken since we left. His rage was simmering, barely contained, but I knew it would erupt soon.We had to keep moving. If we stopped now, the weight of our anger and grief would bury us.“Where to now?” I asked quietly as Drystan and I stepped into the night.He didn’t answer at first, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the dark forest ahead. Finally, he said, “We need answers. If Rowena’s betrayal is the beginning of this, the Rogue King is the end. And I know someone who might know how to end him.”“The marked m
Killian’s POVThe tension in the council chamber was suffocating. The Forsaken Amulet sat at the center of the table, its faint glow casting eerie shadows across the room. Nova’s silence was heavy, her jaw tight as she stared at the artifact. Drystan stood to my left, his posture rigid, fists clenched at his sides.Rowena, however, was calm. Too calm. She stood by the window, her back to the room, as though she had nothing to fear.“We can’t ignore the rogue’s message,” Drystan said, his voice sharp, cutting through the heavy air. “They’re coming, and we’re still sitting here debating whether to act.”“We are acting,” Astrid said firmly, her eyes meeting his. “But rushing into this without knowing the full extent of their plan is exactly what they want.”Drystan let out a frustrated growl. “We don’t have the luxury of time, Astrid. Every second we wait, the rogues get closer to taking what they want. And that Amulet…” His voice trailed off, his eyes narrowing at Rowena. “That Amule
Killian’s POVThe Forsaken Amulet sat in the center of the Silvermoon council table, its ornate carvings shimmering faintly in the dim light. The room was silent, heavy with the weight of what we’d brought back from the ruins.“It doesn’t look like much,” Drystan said, his tone edged with frustration as he leaned back in his chair.“It doesn’t have to,” Nova replied sharply, her gaze fixed on the Amulet. “You felt what it did to us down there. This thing is dangerous, whether it looks like it or not.”I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I stared at the artifact. The power radiating from it was subtle but undeniable, a constant hum that set my wolf on edge.“We can’t keep it here,” Astrid said, breaking the tense silence. “If the rogues find out we have it, they’ll stop at nothing to get it back.”“That’s assuming they don’t already know,” Drystan muttered.The tension in the room was palpable, every word charged with the fear and uncertainty of what lay ahead.The meeting was interrupted
Astrid’s POVThe ruins of Emberwood loomed around us, silent and foreboding. The rogue ambush had rattled everyone, but we couldn’t turn back now. The message we’d found on the rogue’s body made it clear: the Forsaken Amulet was here, hidden somewhere within these ancient stones.Killian’s voice broke the silence as he gestured to the group. “Spread out. Look for anything out of place—symbols, markings, anything that might lead us to the Amulet.”The warriors nodded, fanning out through the crumbling structures. Nova, Drystan, and I moved together, our eyes scanning the moss-covered walls and broken pillars.“This place is ancient,” Nova murmured, her fingers brushing against a vine-covered carving. “Older than any Pack I know of.”“It’s no coincidence the Amulet is here,” Drystan replied. “The Rogue King must have known about this place for a long time.”I nodded, my wolf uneasy as I felt the weight of the place pressing down on me. There was something here, something powerful and da
Nova’s POVThe library was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth.A dozen open books surrounded me, their pages filled with old, faded scripts that blurred together in my tired mind.Liora’s journal lay at the center of it all, her precise handwriting guiding me through fragmented thoughts and cryptic hints.The Rogue King. The Forsaken Amulet. The medallion Rowena had presented at the council meeting. All of it pointed to a larger puzzle, but the pieces didn’t fit—not yet.I ran my fingers over one of the pages, my wolf restless beneath my skin. Liora had always been meticulous, deliberate. If she had left clues, they were here for a reason.“Still no luck?” Drystan’s voice broke the silence.I looked up to find him leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression soft but concerned.“Not yet,” I admitted. “But there’s something here. I can feel it.”He walked over, pulling a chair beside me. His presence was grounding, his steady confidence a