It seems that Damien has no plans of stopping as long as he makes sure his child is safe
Giselle’s POVI lay weakly on the hospital bed after the Pack Doctor managed to save my baby and keep it from dying. All the pain has finally left my body. My baby and I are back to our normal health again. I just needed to rest until my body recovered on its own to avoid another incident like this in the future. After giving everyone a scare, the Pack Doctor worked fast and diligently to save my baby, the future Alpha of this Pack. The Pack Doctor was in full concentration as he worked, knowing that he would lose his head if he failed to save my child. A profound sense of relief washed over him after he managed to keep my baby safe and alive with his successful emergency procedure. After my body and the baby’s health had stabilized, the Pack Doctor finally allowed me to have me moved to a hospital room for a complete bed rest. I blinked my eyes as I stared directly at the blank ceiling above me. The whole room is in silence since the Pack Doctor prohibits anyone from e
Giselle’s POVThe Pack Doctor’s brows furrowed as he fixed his gaze upon me. His lips parted slightly as if the words he wished to convey had become momentarily lodged in their throat. I knew what he was thinking. That look of judgment in his eyes is all too familiar to me. Yet, he didn’t say anything. He knew that one word out of his mouth, then I might just well kill him now to hide my dark secret. So, with hesitation in his eyes and a heavy weight in his heart, he slowly lowered his head before me in surrender. “Y-Yes, Luna,” he stammered as he forced out his words. Hearing the tremble in his voice, I was not fully convinced that he would be trusted with my secret. However, I had no choice; he is a Doctor, and even if I kill him, someone is going to replace him and find out about the real gender of my child. I need a Doctor that I could trust and work for me to hide the identity of my child. I need to gain his trust and make sure he won’t betray me. “Good,” I
Giselle’s POVEverybody had just left after the Pack Doctor pushed everyone away so I could have my full rest. Once everyone was gone, silence filled the room once again, and my deafening thoughts started to get the best of me again. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I stared at my pregnant belly. “You are punishing me for harming you,” I muttered bitterly as I drew my hand in circles on top of my belly. I tried to harm her, and right afterward, she gave me this surprise. I flinched when someone just barged into my room and flew my door open. I pushed myself up to a sitting position as I waited to see who that was. My body tensed up when I saw Damien appear in the corner of my room. “Damien?” My brows furrowed when I saw him appear at the corner of my room. “What are you doing here?” I questioned him as I scooted far from him. “We need to talk,” Damien answered tersely as he locked the door behind him and made his way towards me. “This is dangerous!” I hissed at him. “Do
Damien’s POVMy blood boiled in anger as I stormed out of the Packhouse. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white as my conversation with Giselle seared in my mind. The way Giselle disregarded our child is what angered me the most. How could any mother be so callous, utterly indifferent to their own child? Never in my life had I ever encountered such a blatant disregard before. I shifted to my stormy grey wolf as soon as I reached the clearing. I used my anger to fuel my legs, letting my wolf run as fast as it could until my lungs burned in protest. My wolf did not stop running; instead, it ran faster and faster as my mind replayed the interaction I had with Giselle in my head. Giselle had spoken dismissively about her own child that was still in her womb. Not only that, I also just witnessed how she harmed her own baby just to have things the way she wanted. Giselle is not the same person as I have known before. The Giselle that I know is kind and soft-hearted. She
Astrid’s POVMy life in the Nightsong Pack had been peaceful ever since Killian found out that I was alive and mistook my child as Drystan’s. Since then, I have never seen him again, and I haven’t heard any news from him. I know I should be happy that Killian has finally given up on me. He is no longer bothering my life and forcing himself on me. Finally, I can have the freedom that I want without having to pretend that I’m dead. However, I felt a heavy weight in my heart as I felt guilty for still keeping secrets from him. I thought I made the right choice by letting him think that Drystan was the father of my child, but now, I couldn’t help but think that I made a great mistake by lying to him. Sometimes, I couldn’t sleep at night as I thought of what might happen once Killian realized the truth and found out that he was the father of my child. I can never keep this huge thing a secret forever. Someday, my child is going to grow up, and he is going to ask questions. Those tho
Drystan’s POVIt’s been weeks since I tasked Caden to look for an expert who could take a check on Astrid’s bracelet for me and identify the bracelet’s authenticity. Experts who can identify a real Luminite are hard to find. Because of the Luminite’s rarity, there are only a few experts that could identify it. Luminite is not even a known material to humans. Only werewolves know that Luminites exist. Caden worked extra hard to find the person that I was looking for. Still, it took weeks for him to find it. Thankfully, after using all of our connections and giving it all he has, he finally received a tip about a man who used to be a member of the Shadowfang Pack. Of all the people in this world. There are no other more reliable people who can confirm the authenticity of Luminite aside from the members of the Shadowfang Pack from which the Luminite is sourced. It would have been easy for us to find the person we were looking for if only the Shadowfang Pack had not been an iso
Drystan’s POV“Are you sure about it? Take another look at it first,” I answered him, ignoring his question. I pushed back the bracelet to his hand to make him take another look at it, but he refused to take it. “I’m sure, Alpha. I would know a real Luminite if I saw one. I’ve seen and touched a lot of that while growing up,” he answered as he placed the bracelet on the table. I fell completely silent as I stared at Astrid’s bracelet. I knew that the bracelet was made out of real Luminite the first time that I saw it. I only called an expert to show it just to make sure I was right. Now that it is confirmed, the question I need to ask is why Astrid has a real Luminite bracelet. How did her grandmother, who was just an omega, have a hold of this?“I want you to check the stone,” I grabbed Astrid’s bracelet and handed it to the other expert that Caden found for me before I could rush to my own assumptions. “What kind of stone is it?” I asked him as I struggled to keep my expression
Drystan’s POVThat couldn’t be. I’ve thought about so many possibilities, but this… This is far from what I even have imagined. “This is an heirloom, Alpha. Not just any heirloom. This prized possession came from the Shadowfang Pack’s ancient Alpha lineage, which holds historical significance and sentimental worth. This is a cherished legacy in the Shadowfang Pack,” Mason added as he held the bracelet tightly in his hand like he was afraid that he would lose it. Caden and I shared a look at each other when we heard Mason’s words. Caden knows that the bracelet is owned by Astrid. If the bracelet is truly an heirloom by the Shadowfang Pack’s Alpha, then why was it passed down to Astrid? “Are you sure that’s the same stone? I only found this bracelet in the possession of an omega,” I gave him a little bit of information just so he would trust me and tell me the truth. Mason’s brows furrowed. I’m not sure if it is caused by confusion or disbelief. “This bracelet has been taken c
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