Astrid’s POVIt has been a long and busy day; my body is worn out from engaging in endless conversations with the guests and walking around to accommodate everyone from the ceremony to the special banquet earlier. I couldn’t wait to retire to my room and be alone. I thought I’d be overcome with sleep once my head hit the pillow, but unfortunately enough, my mind couldn’t stop buzzing from one thought to another, and I ended up laying on my bed, unable to sleep. I had a nice warm bath to relax my body as soon as I arrived at my room, and then I wore my best, nice, and comfortable night clothes for a comfortable sleep, but it eluded me. I have too many worries now that I’ve done step one of my plans. Giselle and Killian’s reaction to the truth kept replaying in my mind like a vivid film, refusing to let me rest. This is just the first step. I haven’t even done anything yet. I’m too excited ti actually be able to do something.I sat up on my bed and sighed. I’m getting tired of think
Andros’s POVI stared at Father in surprise when he announced that Astrid would be joining us for the briefing. This is a highly confidential meeting. Even Asha has never joined us here before. She’s not even aware of our Pack's private operations. However, the Father is willing to spill all of our confidential operations to Astrid. What does this mean? What are the father’s intentions really in bringing Astrid here?“Thank you for welcoming me,” Astrid spoke firmly. Still, the flutter of nerves in her stomach is evident in her face. Everyone is staring at her with a scrutinizing gaze as if weighing her in, but their father’s steady gaze on her encourages her to hold her ground. I opened my mouth about arguing with my father about this matter when someone spoke up first behind me. “Alpha, are you sure you are going to bring her into this?” One of our men questioned, his tone skeptical. I held myself back, seeing that there was no need to oppose my father when everyone inside the
Astrid’s POVA ripple of agreement swept across the gathered men when they heard my suggestion. One of them spoke up, his brows furrowed in thought. “Miss Astrid spoke exactly what I was thinking. The rogues are calculating, and we only have limited intel about them. If we warn the others, we can bolster our defenses and strategize together.”My eyes swept to the men around the table. Their eyes that initially held skepticism about me are now showing signs of trust. No longer do they regard me with skepticism; instead, my words ignited a spark of determination in them. Their faces that had once been set in doubt now reflected a shared resolve. I felt a swell of pride as I started earning their confidence. They no longer see me as just a mere woman or some unworthy illegitimate child. “Don’t worry about that. Tomorrow, I’ll hold a meeting for all the Packs, and I’ll inform them of everything that we discussed today,” Alpha Theron assured everyone inside the room. “Then, if that’s
Andros’s POVAll eyes turned on me in surprise when I suddenly stood up and volunteered to challenge Andros. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Andros glancing at me, his gaze piercing and intense, a mix of curiosity and irritation. As the room fell into charged silence, I didn’t shift my focus from Alpha Theron. I stared at him with unwavering determination, willing him to see my resolve.“Alpha,” I began, my voice steady, “Let me handle the mission. As a previous member of the Silvermoon Pack, I am already familiar with the people. I can give them the support that they need.”Andros stepped forward, his expression shifting to one of fierce determination. “This mission is critical, and it requires someone with my experience. You may know the people, but I have the skills to lead us through this safely. You can’t underestimate the dangers we face.”The tension in the room thickened as his words echoed in the silence. For some reason, Andros is really determined to take on this mi
Astrid’s POVThe grand hall was alive with tension as all Alphas and Lunas from different Packs were gathered together, their murmurs filling the air like a restless tide. At the front, Alpha Theron commanded the room with his imposing presence. His gaze swept over the gathered leaders, silencing any lingering whispers. To his right sat his son, Andros, arms crossed and jaw set, a storm brewing behind his eyes. On his left was his daughter, Asha, poised and composed, her expression a blend of determination and caution. Aside from the three of us, Asha and the invited guests had no idea what this sudden meeting was about. After the breakfast was served, everyone was just surprised when Alpha Theron called them to come for an urgent meeting. As Alpha Theron began to share everything we had discussed the night before, the atmosphere in the grand hall shifted dramatically. The tension that had gripped the leaders transformed into a mix of surprise and contemplation. Gasps echoed th
Astrid’s POVThe room was thick with an awkward silence as everyone processed the unexpected revelation. Whispers of disbelief rippled through the assembly, eyes darting between Alpha Theron, Drystan, and me. The tension was palpable, a mix of surprise and concern hanging heavily in the air. I could feel the intensity of Drytsan’s scrutiny, his disbelief almost tangible. Before the ceremony, he already made his feelings clear to me. He is not comfortable about me going back to the Silvermoon Pack and being anywhere near my ex-husband and his new wife, whom he had replaced me with. Drystan knows more than anyone how much I had suffered because of them, and yet I’ll be sent back there again with the task of helping them. I knew Drystan wouldn’t like this, I should have talked to him about this beforehand, but cowardice got the best of me. Drystan is worried about my safety and well-being. Yet I remained focused on the task at hand, not letting his reaction sway my resolve.Around
Andros’s POVAs I stared intently at Giselle, I couldn’t help but notice the tension etched in her features. It was clear that she was struggling with her emotions. I could recognize the anger and resentment simmering just beneath her surface. Her narrowed eyes and tight jaw spoke volumes about her feelings towards Astrid. A flicker of satisfaction ran through me. I wasn’t alone in my feelings; I could see that Giselle shared my disdain, matching the hatred I harbored towards Astrid. I shifted slightly in my seat, feeling the weight of the moment. It was evident that she did not approve of Astrid living with them in their Pack. Her disapproval is more than just being protective; it’s rooted in a deep-seated dislike that resembles exactly what I feel towards Astrid.I understand what Giselle is going through right now. And right now, what she needs is help. I believe I could give her exactly the help that she needs.My father suddenly spoke up, breaking the tension in the room. “G
Andros’s POVA flicker of distaste crossed my features at her casual reference to me as one of Astrid’s kin. “She’s not my family!” I snapped, fury igniting in my gaze.Giselle recoiled, surprise painting her face at my sudden outburst. I inhaled deeply, striving to regain my composure after failing to curb my reaction. “I’m not related to a monster,” I hissed, diverting my gaze as I attempted to restore my usual demeanor.Instead of retreating in fear, Giselle offered a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. “Sir Andros, what brings you all the way here to see me?” she whispered, gliding closer with an effortless grace.I met her gaze, and there it was—the unmistakable glint of mischief, the spark of a scheme brewing behind those captivating eyes. Giselle was every bit as cunning and scheming as I had suspected. Of course, It takes someone like her to recognize her own nature, and now, knowing she had seen through me, she showed no hesitation in asking me questions. “I s