Asha’s POVMy chest heaved as I entered the confines of my bedroom, my lips drawn back in a feral snarl. I couldn’t believe that my wise and powerful father would be tricked by that woman. Even my brother was manipulated by her. How could they not see that woman has evil plans going on in her mind?She lied about everything. She acted like she did not want to have anything to do with us, but the moment she was presented with an opportunity to become a formal part of this family, she did not even hesitate to say yes. How could my father fail to see through that woman? Even if she was his daughter, we cannot just allow her to trick us into getting what she wants. She had only been staying in our Pack for two months, but she had already managed to convince my father to make her our Pack’s acting Beta.Now, she had finally convinced everyone to officially welcome her into the family. Astrid is clearly trying to make her way to the top. If this continues, she might even steal the Alpha
Andros’s POVI held back a smirk after Asha finished her words. I’m glad that Asha understood the situation and saw how these things are unfair to us. I no longer have to say anything to open her eyes. As her older brother and only sibling, I know Asha more than she knows herself. Asha rarely dislikes someone, but if she does, she won’t change her heart easily. Asha is willful and stubborn, not to mention that she’s also very competitive as well. When Asha confessed that she didn’t like Astrid, I knew Astrid would never stand a chance in winning Asha’s heart like the way she did to my father. Asha is straightforward, but she can also be petty at times. I could only wonder what kinds of troubles Asha had thrown upon Astrid in the three years that she’d been staying here. Knowing my sister, she’s not afraid of anything. If she’s angry, she’s angry. She never fakes anything. “Asha,” my brows bent downwards as I uttered her name. I softly reached out to her and gently squeezed her a
Drystan’s POVMy heart raced as I approached the familiar borders of the Shadowfang Pack. After three long years, Astrid is finally coming home with me. I waited for one year and then another two years to finally be with her in my Pack. I held on to her promise that she’d be coming back no matter what. I have everything arranged for her in the Pack. The room where she would be staying was already waiting for her. I have also informed all the Pack members that she’s coming, and everyone is excited to welcome her. For the past three years, the Pack had developed a lot, but even so, I wanted her to feel that nothing changed much since the last time she left. I don’t want her to feel out of place in the Pack and make her think that the three years were too much. My smile deepened when I already saw Astrid waiting right at the Shadowfang Pack’s entrance. I wonder how long she has been standing there all alone, waiting for me. She must have been as excited as I was. Last night, I could
Astrid’s POVI watched as the range of emotions flickered across Drystan’s face — the initial disbelief, the growing anguish, and now, the most unexpected response of all — understanding. I thought he would hate me for breaking my promise. No reason can justify my betrayal. Drystan had asked me many times before this if I was really sure about my decision to stay at the Nightsong Pack with him, and I had always given him the same answer. I had lied to him many times. Drystan had always been so kind to me; he always had my back no matter what, and I chose to do this in return. “I understand, Astrid,” he murmured, his voice soft and steady. “You do not have to blame yourself. I know this has been hard on you,” he continued, his words wrapping me like a warm embrace.I was speechless. What have I done to deserve him?“You don’t have to hide anything from me. I’m always here for you Astrid. I’ll support you no matter what you choose.” I felt a surge of guilt wash over me as he spoke hi
Nova’s POVMy earbuds pulsed with the rhythm of my steps as I jogged to my apartment, lost in my own thoughts. Ever since I left the Pack, it became dangerous for me to shift to my wolf anytime I want. Having morning jogs everyday, helped in controlling and calming my wolf better. As I reached for my keys, I saw Mrs. Perkins out of the corner of my eye looking at me with that wrinkled smile on her face. Mrs. Perkins is my landlord and she’s so nice and sweet. “Nova, dear, you have a letter,” she called out after me, showing a crisp white envelope. I paused, tugging out my earbuds. “A letter? For me?” I asked in surprise. In the three years that I left the Pack, I have never received a single letter from anyone other than the bills and the occasional catalog. “Yes, just arrived this morning, but you were out for your jog,” Mrs. Perkins answered with a warm smile. “I thought I’d catch you before you go inside.”“Thank you, Mrs. Perkins,” I replied, accepting the envelope. I studi
Astrid’s POV“What? Is Asha still not joining us for today’s breakfast?” Alpha Theron asked as his gaze swept across the table, landing at the empty seat where it should have been. Since the special banquet took place, Asha had never appeared to us. She’s been purposefully avoiding us like the plague. Alpha Theron hoped that she would have been over with the incident by now, but it seems that she still held resentment towards us.“She had stopped dining with us all together and I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her. She couldn’t possibly be hating us until now, does she?” Alpha Theron questioned Andros since he was the only one who could reach and talk to Asha. “You know how stubborn Asha could be, father. She’s always been like this since we were little. If she doesn’t get what she wants, she always throws a tantrum. In the end, you always couldn’t bear it and you always give in to her,” Andros replied with a smile on his face. I stopped when I heard what Asha was like as a child.
Andros’s POVWith a stoic expression on my face, I silently stood by the side, my keen eyes observing their interaction with my usual detached demeanor. I watched as a beaming grin spread across the sewing manager’s face as my father’s discerning eyes swept over the elegant dress before him. The dress before us is a stunning creation, as expected from our team of talented seamstresses. The dress has a bloody red hue, an arresting contrast against the pristine white walls of the chamber. Every intricate detail has been meticulously crafted by the skilled hands of our selected Pack seamstresses. The delicate fabric was handpicked for comfort and design. Its lightweight and silky feel created a graceful fluidity that defied the limitations of textiles. Delicate embroidery danced across the surface, the threads weaving an intricate tapestry that could only have been achieved through painstaking manual labor. The delicate fabric and thread used also left the seamstresses with minimal
Andros’s POV“Father, it would be such a pity if we don’t put this dress to use. The materials took a lot from our Pack funds,” I tried to reason out to my father with fingers crossed. I had no choice but to help him since he asked for my help in front of my father, and I knew what answer my father was expecting from me. My father had always been clear to me about what kind of leader he expected to rule the Pack. Since I was little, my father always emphasized that a great leader loves the people he leads and would take care of them more than how he values his own life. Standing up for this sewing manager who made things difficult for me is the only way out of the dilemma he has given me. “Yes, Alpha! Sir Andros is right. If we are going to make another dress, it will cost us another fortune,” the sewing manager suddenly spoke up in support.I fought back the scowl that threatened to appear on my face as I glanced at this thick-skinned person who didn’t know shame.“It doesn’t ma