Astrid’s POV“I request an audience with Alpha Theron,” I spoke with a stoic demeanor on my face when I finally arrived in front of Alpha Theron’s office. The Pack Warriors, who stood guard in front of Alpha Theron’s office, exchanged glances with each other, and then one of them stepped forward. “Greetings, Beta Astrid,” he greeted, inclining his head respectfully. “The Alpha is currently meeting with another guest. However, we will inform him of your arrival, and he will see you soon as he is able.”I fell momentarily silent when I heard his words. Yesterday, Alpha Theron told me to come to his office at this time of the day so we could discuss my title. Who suddenly came to visit him?“Very well,” I spoke and nodded curtly without showing what was going on inside my head. “I will wait.”The guard offered me a sympathetic smile. “It should not be long, Beta Astrid. It just so happened that the visit was delayed which is why it occupied your schedule. Don’t worry, Alpha Theron won’
Astrid’s POV“Dad, are you serious?!!!” Asha’s loud voice welcomed us as Alpha Theron, and I left his office. “You’re seriously going to entrust our Pack to an outsider for two more years?! Why can’t you just command Beta Alek to go back instead of letting her be in charge of his duties?!” Asha ran after her father as she yelled at him.When I glanced at her, she secretly flashed me a murderous glare, showing how much she hated me. I only let out a deep breath as I averted my gaze, acting like I didn’t see her glaring at me. Alpha Theron remained silent and kept on walking as his daughter confronted her. With the way that Asha is acting right now, she deserves to get a death sentence. Even though Alpha Theron is her father, he is an Alpha first. Questioning his decisions is equivalent to rebellion. Asha is so driven by her anger that she can’t hear her words. She has no idea that she sounded like she wanted to be the Alpha instead.Luckily for her, her father loves and cares for h
Astrid’s POV“I’m glad that Nova is having the best time of her life,” Drystan spoke after he had read the letter. I watched as he carefully folded back the letter and placed everything back in the envelope. “She said she’s going to leave to look for her mate, but she’s having too much good time by herself. She’s not going to find her mate if she just keeps on relaxing and enjoying herself,” I replied as I took back the envelope and tucked it back inside the pocket. “How about you? Did she send you any letter?” I asked him, wanting to see what photo she had sent him. I always felt unsatisfied with the single photos she sent me. I wish she would add more pictures. I told her to do that the last time I wrote back to her, but she still only sent one photo. “It was just a very short letter. You know, she was just talking about her trip in Hawaii,” Drystan answered as he continued eating. “How about a photo? Did she sent you one? Did you bring it with you?” I asked him eagerly, plead
Two Years Later…Alpha Theron’s POVI stared out the window, my eyes scanning the expansive territory of the Shadowfang Pack. Whenever I get burned out from work, I always look out through my window to remind myself to whom I am working. Seeing the whole Pack from above always refreshes my mind, knowing that this familiar sight that I’m looking at all depends on me. If it wasn’t for me, they wouldn’t grow like this. They need me, and that’s what motivates me to continue in my duty as an Alpha. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence, a familiar voice that I haven’t heard for three years. “Greetings, Alpha.”My head snapped around, the wolf within me instantly alert. There, framed in the doorway, stood the imposing figure of Beta Alek. I felt a surge of both relief and trepidation — it had been three long years since I’d laid eyes on him. Finally, he’s back. Slowly, I turned to face him. My expression betrayed nothing, a mask of calm authority concealing the torrent of emotions
Alpha Theron’s POV“Answer me, Alek. Do you believe in this book that Astrid is a monster?!” I demanded him. When I read the book, it kept repeating the words monster, abomination, and danger. In the first part, it seemed like a harmless book just sharing information with the reader. It contains what an Almega is like, an offspring of an Alpha and an Omega, and it shares how an Almega is different from a normal werewolf. It is also written in the book that Astrid’s condition was normal. It’s normal for an Almega to be born as a pure-blooded Omega without sharing any characteristics with her father. However, things made a twisted turn as I reached the end of the book. The book couldn’t stop talking about how important it is to get rid of an Almega if you see one. An Almega is an abomination. An Alpha and an Omega shouldn’t have any relationship with each other, more so, have an offspring. An Almega will destroy the balance in Packs and bring chaos to the werewolves once it has awa
Andros’s POVI steeled myself as I made my way through the silent halls of the Packhouse with the monthly report of our Pack business weighing in my hand. My heart pounded nervously inside my chest, thinking of how I was going to present all these to him while hoping that he wouldn’t be disappointed with me this time. Lost in my thoughts of preparation and mustering my confidence, I rounded the corner, heading towards my father’s office. And that’s when I saw him — Beta Alek, whom I hadn’t seen for three long years. A genuine smile tugged at my lips as our eyes met, a warmth spreading through me at the unexpected encounter. “Andros, it’s good to see you,” Beta Alek spoke, returning my smile and giving a respectful bow of his head. “How have you been? And how is the business faring?” I let out a sigh. I was just on my way to visit my father and explain exactly what was going on with the business. The weight of my father’s mounting demands is evident in my expression. “You kno
Andros’s POVI stood in front of my father with my head lowered and my fists clenched tightly to my side as I waited for what his reaction was going to be. I had just finished giving my presentation and showing him everything. Now, he is meticulously going through the data I have printed for him to see. The seconds ticked by, the silence in the room deafening, and I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter with every passing moment. I flinched, my heart pounding in my chest, when he suddenly slammed the papers down onto the desk. The documents scattered, and I swallowed hard, bracing myself for the onslaught of criticism I knew was coming. “Two percent?” My father’s voice thundered, the anger and disappointment lacing his words. “You are already proud of that after all the resources poured into this venture, this is the best that you can do?” I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, to plead my case, but the words got caught in my throat as his piercing gaze silenced m
Andros’s POVMy father’s gaze sharpened when he looked at me after I asked so many questions. “You don’t have to worry about those things. I already have everything all planned out,” he answered me, making me fall silent. “Everyone is already working together to prepare for the event. Since we are going to introduce Astrid as a part of the family, everything needs to be grand and special,” my father spoke excitedly. His eyes were glinting with excitement; he had already made up his mind about this. I clenched my jaw as I tried to remain expressionless when I heard my father’s words. I don’t want him to know that I don’t like this decision he made.It was so sudden. What made him change his mind? The plan was to let Astrid leave once Beta Alek was back, just as Astrid wanted. Why is he keeping Astrid with us instead?My heart sank when my thoughts made an unexpected turn. What if my father also changes his mind in the future? What if he suddenly chooses Astrid as the future Luna of
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