Killian’s POVA deep, weary sigh escaped my lips as I stared down at the latest reports that never seemed to end from my Pack. Despite my relentless efforts day in and day out, the Silvermoon Pack seemed to be mired in an endless spiral of problems and setbacks. My brows furrowed in frustration as I ran my calloused hand through my hair. Every time I resolve one issue, two more will crop up and take its place. The finances were in disarray, our Pack military was dwindling, and tensions within the Pack were reaching a boiling point. No matter how hard I work and try to balance all things together, in the end, I can only do one thing at once. If only I could, I would slice my body in half so I could at least be more productive than I already am. My schedule is already hectic as it is. I’ve done nothing but work every single day, but my efforts never matched my results. My jaw tightened as I thought about the Nightsong Pack. While our Pack struggled, the Nightsong Pack is thriv
Killian’s POVMy mother’s lips bobbed up and down like a fish, unable to answer my simple question. My frown deepened at her strange reaction, but she immediately steeled herself by faking a cough. “Huh?” My mother shot back at me once she had recovered. “I-I — of course! Your father wouldn’t have been the Alpha if he hadn’t met me sooner,” my mother answered haughtily. “Everyone knows how your grandfather was convinced by Drystan’s performance and started to consider him the Alpha. If your father hadn’t met me sooner, your grandfather would have passed the position on Drystan instead,” my mother shook her head in disdain as she was reminded of the past. I slowly nodded my head when I finally understood what my mother meant. I was just thinking too much. My doubts finally vanished when I heard her answer. In werewolf Packs, it is our tradition to pass down a position or a title to the next generation only when the heir has found their mate. It has always been like that in a
Giselle’s POVMy heart has been nothing but filled with pure, unadulterated joy in the past few days ever since Killian agreed to marry me and make me his Luna. I’ve waited for so long to have his approval. Finally, after the long wait and the long fight, the date is already set, and the invitations have been sent. I no longer have to wait in uncertainty, fearing that Luna's position is going to be given to someone else. The decision was already made, and the preparations have started already. There’s nothing else that can stop this from happening any more. An excited smile crossed my face as I looked through the selection of themes that we could go with for my wedding Seeing the beautiful themes, I couldn’t help but feel excited to get married already. I couldn’t wait to see all of these come to life. “I like this,” I pointed at the most luxurious and elegant theme in the selection. The events planner who is going to help me have my dream wedding smiled in response.
Giselle’s POVMy footsteps echoed swiftly down the grand hall as I hurried towards the Packhouse’s drawing room. The omega followed behind me in haste, trying to match my footsteps. My heart raced with a mix of annoyance and unease — The Alpha of the Crimsonbane Pack had arrived unannounced. I don’t even know what he is doing here. I gritted my teeth as anger coursed through me. Why does he even have to come here?! He doesn’t even have any business with the Silvermoon Pack. If he came here to ruin things for me, I swear I’m going to kill him. “How long has he been with him?” I demanded in irritation without stopping on my tracks. “For about thirty minutes,” The omega answered unsurely for she’s only basing her answer on her own gut. I rushed my pace as I gripped the hem of my clothes tightly. He’s been here for almost an hour and I have only known that he’s here just by now?I need to hurry before he speaks of something that Killian shouldn’t know about.I paused momentarily to c
A FEW YEARS AGO…Giselle’s POVMy heart felt empty as I stumbled aimlessly through the dense, unfamiliar forest. Dried tears streaked my reddened, swollen face as my tears finally dried up from my endless crying. Still, my feet carried me forward, not knowing where it was taking me as my heart continued to ache in despair. I sniffed as I clutched my broken heart as I limped weakly across the forest, my eyes empty like a madman. I was just exiled from my own Pack, and I have nowhere to go. Alpha William, Killian’s father, gave a cruel decree to remove me as a member of the Silvermoon Pack. I am now a werewolf without a Pack to call home, turning me into a rogue. I’ve never done anything wrong or broken any rules of our Pack. My only fault was to fall in love with his son during the time when he still hadn’t even met his mate yet. Killian and I are high school sweethearts. We were so deeply in love that we were convinced we would turn out as mates in the future. When things
PRESENT TIMEAt the Silvermoon Pack’s Drawing RoomGiselle’s POV“Mistakes happen,” Damien responded nonchalantly after I lied about forgetting to send the invitation.“It’s okay if you forgot to send me an invitation. It doesn’t mean I’m not invited to your wedding, Am I right?” Damien asked shamelessly, knowing too well that I didn’t want him to be there at my wedding or anywhere near me at all. Killian smiled and nodded at Damien’s words. “Of course! You wouldn’t need an invitation to come to our wedding at all. You can also bring anyone you want to our wedding. This offer is going to be available only for you,” Killian replied amicably. Damien sighed. “I don’t think I could bring anyone with me on that day.”“Oh really!” I spoke up as I took my seat beside Killian. “What about Luna Vanessa? She had always liked parties. I’m sure she’s going to agree to come with you if you ask her.”Vanessa is Damien’s true mate and his current wife. She is the woman that Damien chose to replace
A FEW YEARS AGO…. At the Crimsonbane PackGiselle’s POVIt was by accident when I found out that Damien was secretly the Alpha of the Crimsonbane Pack. At that time, I was working as an omega at the Crimsonbane Pack’s Packhouse. As a newly adopted member, I needed to start low in the ranks. I was demoted to the lowest position. I had to clean around the Packhouse and do menial work as the Packhouse’s Omega. When I was living at the Silvermoon Pack, I was never treated as a servant. We are way higher than omegas and even above the average werewolves. You could say we are the Pack’s nobles without official titles. Since I was born into the Silvermoon Pack, I had my own privileges. However, I lost all of that when I was exiled and turned into a rogue. I could only say that I’m still lucky that I didn’t stay as a rogue for a long time. It would be much better to become a Packhouse’s omega than to be a lone rogue without any friends and without a pack that can provide for me. A
PRESENT TIME At the Silvermoon’s Pack….Giselle’s POVI sped off, keeping my distance from Damien as soon as we were out of anyone’s sight. With Killian’s request, I took Damien out to help him familiarize himself with the packhouse. I picked the Packhouse’s gardens first to escape the watchful eyes and prying ears of the people. I crossed my arms tightly against my chest, my fingers digging under the sleeves of my sweater. A huff of frustration escaped my lips as my eyes narrowed into an irritated glare. I turned on my heel and faced Damien without bothering to mask my real annoyance anymore. “What are you doing here?” I questioned him with an annoyed tone of voice. “You left us without saying anything. What do you expect I would feel when I found out you are pregnant and engaged with another Alpha?” Damien shot back. I scoffed at his words. “Why do you care? My life is not your business anymore ever since you broke your promises and chose someone over me!” I clenched m
Astrid’s POVThe private chamber was dimly lit, the flicker of candlelight casting shifting shadows on the stone walls. The air was thick with anticipation as Killian and I stepped into the room. Alpha Damien and Luna Valerie stood by the hearth, their faces somber. Damien’s normally relaxed posture was stiff, and Valerie’s fingers were laced tightly together, betraying her tension.“Damien, Valerie,” Killian began, his voice firm. “We were told you’ve uncovered something about the rogue king. What is it?”Damien exchanged a glance with Valerie before stepping forward, his gaze steady. “Valerie and I had been conducting an investigation—secretly,” he admitted. “Ever since the first rogue attacks began to increase, we’ve been suspicious.”Valerie nodded, her tone soft but urgent. “The rogue king’s moves weren’t random. They were calculated, methodical. He wasn’t just targeting packs for power or resources; he was targeting the foundation of our system—the hierarchy, the unity that bi
Astrid’s POVKillian halted mid-step, his shoulders stiffening as he turned to face me. His brow knitted together, the golden hue of his eyes darkening with unease. “What do you mean?” he asked, his voice low, guarded.I hesitated for just a heartbeat before the words poured out, tumbling over each other in a rush. “Alpha Cedric,” I said, my voice tight with urgency. “At the council meeting—he stood up, questioning us, doubting our leadership, our decisions.”Killian’s brows pinched together as he processed my words. “What if… what if it wasn’t just him being confrontational? What if it was intentional? Designed to sow distrust, to divide us?” I asked him Killian’s gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing as he digested my words. A flicker of understanding crossed his face, followed by something colder, harder. Slowly, he nodded. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” he admitted, his tone heavy with thought. “When Andros suggested there could be a traitor, Cedric was the first person w
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and ominous. I felt my chest tighten, the implications settling like a stone in my stomach. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Andros’s gaze dropped again, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of his confession was too much to bear. “If you suspect that someone’s feeding the rogue king information, it wasn’t me. It must be someone close to you,” he answered. “Since they know so much about the Pack, it could be someone in your ranks. Tell me, is there anyone acting weird recently? Anyone you think that is hiding something.”“That’s impossible,” I instantly blurted out. “All of us wanted the rogue king gone. All of us were helping each other to overcome this crisis. Why would someone betray us and work with the rogue king?”“I’m not the one leaking information to the rogue king,” Andros spoke sternly. “Who do you think it is?” The question that escaped Killian’s mouth made me look at him. “Killian, what are y
Astrid's POVThe air in the dungeon was damp and heavy, clinging to my skin like a second layer. The faint flicker of the bright light painted uneasy shadows on the stone walls, casting long, distorted shapes that felt as restless as the questions swirling in my mind. Killian and I stopped outside Andros’s cell, and for a moment, neither of us spoke.Andros sat against the wall, his posture slouched, his gaze fixed somewhere distant, as though we weren’t there. His face was pale, worn, and etched with the weight of regret he had carried silently since Rowena’s death.“Andros,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. It was impossible to ignore how different he looked now, like a man who had already resigned himself to whatever fate we would decide.His dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before dropping back to the ground. “What now?” he asked, his voice hollow, lacking the defiance I used to know.Killian stepped forward, his tone firmer than mine. “We need answers,” he said. “T
Astrid's POVThe warrior’s words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating and cold. I stared at him, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard.“The fragments… are missing?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounded, each beat echoing louder in my ears as confusion and disbelief clawed at my thoughts.The Forsaken Amulet was destroyed. Rowena sacrificed her life to ensure it could never be used again. Why would the rogues come back for it? What could they possibly want with shattered remnants?Killian stood beside me, rigid as stone, his golden eyes locked on the warrior. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, taut with restrained fury.“Yes, Alpha,” the warrior said, bowing his head. “We inspected the area as you instructed, to see if the rogues left anything behind—clues, weapons, anything. But instead, we found the fragments… gone.”Gone. The word echoed in my mind, a drumbeat of confusion. I tried to piece together the rogue king’s motives, but not
Astrid’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. The large council chamber, usually filled with calm deliberation, was now a battlefield of words. Alphas and Lunas from across the packs are all gathered around in one room, their gazes heavy with doubt and mistrust. Killian and I decided to call this meeting to inform everyone about the recent events and to formulate another plan for the future. “We heard that Andros is back, that he came back to the Pack with you, was that true?” One of the Alphas asked. I nodded my head. “That’s true. Although he is banned to enter any Packs, I made my decision out of careful consideration. While we are unsure of where his alliances lies, it would be safe if he is here with us where we could monitor him.”“Andros cannot be trusted,” Alpha Raiden of the Thunderclaw Pack said, his voice cold and unyielding. “He betrayed us once—no, twice. Do you expect us to believe he won’t do it again?”Several heads nodded in agreement, murmurs spreading li
Astrid’s POVI studied Andros’s face as he spoke, searching for even the faintest trace of deceit, but there was none. His expression was raw, stripped bare of his usual indifference, and in its place was something achingly human. Beneath the steady timbre of his voice, I caught a faint sadness—not just for Rowena, but for Killian, too. It made my chest tighten.I turned to Killian and felt my heart break at the sight of him. His golden eyes, usually so fierce and commanding, burned with a storm of emotions that threatened to drown him—anger, sorrow, regret. He stood frozen, like a man facing the wreckage of his entire world.“Then why didn’t she?” Killian’s voice, sharp and brittle, sliced through the heavy air. His fists trembled, clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles were white. “If she regretted everything so much, why didn’t she just say something? Why didn’t she stop?”Andros let out a quiet sigh, leaning his head back against the damp stone wall. “Because she c
Astrid’s POVThe words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, cutting deeper than any blade. I felt Killian’s tension beside me, the barely contained storm beneath his surface threatening to erupt.“She introduced you… to the Rogue King?” Killian’s voice was low, trembling with suppressed rage. His golden eyes bore into Andros, demanding answers, demanding a reason to justify what was unfathomable.Andros’s gaze flickered, the indifference cracking ever so slightly. He leaned his head back against the cold stone wall, exhaling slowly. “She didn’t tell me why at first,” he said, his tone eerily calm. “She just… showed up. Out of nowhere.”The faint light from the torch above us cast long shadows across his face, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his eyes—something I couldn’t ignore.“She said she wanted to help me,” Andros continued, his voice softening, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “Said she didn’t want me to rot away in exile. That she could… save me.”Killian’s eyes
Astrid’s POVThe dungeon was cold, the air damp and heavy with the scent of mildew and rusted iron. Shadows danced on the rough stone walls as the faint light flickered, casting a dim, suffocating glow. Killian stood beside me, his jaw tight and his arms crossed, every line of his body radiating tension.Across from us, Andros sat slumped against the wall of his cell, his hands loosely bound in front of him. His face was a mask of indifference, his eyes distant and unfocused as if he were a world away. He didn’t look at us, didn’t even flinch as we approached.“Andros,” I said, keeping my voice steady. He didn’t move. His breathing was even, his gaze fixed somewhere over my shoulder.Killian took a step forward, his boots echoing on the stone floor. “Are you working with the rogues?” he demanded, his voice hard, cutting through the silence like a blade.Nothing. Not even a flicker of recognition.Killian’s fists clenched at his sides. “Answer me, Andros. Are you one of them?”I st