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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
Drystan’s POV“You seem to have a lot of time on your hands recently,” Astrid asked me softly as I accompanied her for a walk around the garden. I watched as she walked ahead of me, her hand leaning down slightly to the side to touch the flowers as she walked. Every day, it has been part of Astrid’s morning routine to take a walk in the garden before she ate her breakfast. The Pack Doctor recommended including it in her routine as a safe exercise to reduce her swelling and to prepare her body for labor. Usually, it’s Nova who joins her with her walk to make sure that she’s safe, but I asked Nova to allow me to walk alone with Astrid this time. Sometimes, when my mind zones out during work, I would see them by my office window, walking together and keeping each other company. I have always wanted to join them, but my work wouldn’t allow me to. Thankfully, this time, Caden agreed to fill my position and lead the morning training session of the Pack Warriors for me. “I still
Drystan’s POV“Who do you think your father is?” I asked her, curious about her answer. Astrid furrowed her brows, her gaze shifting inward as a thoughtful expression crossed her features. “My mother is a pure-blooded omega, and I am too. Most likely, my father could be an omega from a different Pack, or worse, he could be a rogue or a criminal. This is the reason why I sometimes think it would be best if I never met him at all. I will not know what to feel if I found out that my father is an outlaw with money on his head.” I chuckled at his far-fetched imagination. “I’m sure your father is not a criminal. You are thinking too much. “Who knows? Maybe he’s dead.” Astrid retorted. Suddenly, Astrid stopped in her tracks and faced me with an incredulous look in her eyes. “Wait a minute. How did our conversation turn out like this?” I laughed to minimize her suspicions. “I also don’t know, too,” I answered lightheartedly. “You are asking too many questions. What is it that you
Killian’s POVI clenched my jaw as I burrowed my head into my hands, and I felt a headache starting to form in my head. I have a lot of reports to read and papers to sign, but I couldn’t focus on the paperwork because of the uproar going on outside. The Pack members were in an uproar. Their voices are raised in a cacophony of betrayal and anger as they all demand to see me and end my wedding with Giselle. Outside, there was palpable tension as the Pack guards did their job and pushed back the Pack members to keep them from entering the house. There was no violence, just shouting and a lot of pushing. The Pack members are unwilling to leave unless I go outside and show my face to them. For some reason, my wedding with Giselle had been exposed. Someone leaked information that I’ve been making preparations for my upcoming wedding with Giselle. I gave strict orders to keep this information a secret. I knew this was going to happen once the Pack members found out that I was plann
Giselle’s POVA scream tore from my throat in a raw, guttural burst of sound as I threw the first thing I picked up with my hand to the wall, making it shatter to the ground. I didn’t stop there. I continued to throw all the things inside my room that were made with glass, filling my room with broken shards Still, it didn’t lessen the boiling anger inside my heart. I turned to my bed and the couches, flipping and throwing everything as well until my whole room looked like it was destroyed by a tornado. “Luna, stop it. It might harm the baby.” An Omega tried to grab my arm to stop me, but I pushed her away from me, making her fall to the ground. “Ah!” The omega yelped in pain when a broken shard pierced through her palm. I stared at her with no care in my eyes. “Don’t call me Luna anymore! Didn’t you hear what they said? The wedding was canceled. I will never be a Luna!” I shouted as I pushed the chair beside me, making it tumble to the ground. “Miss Giselle, please stop this.
Drystan’s POV“Alpha Nolan, maybe you could think about it first. I’ve already set the schedule, and all the materials are ready to be delivered. It’s the worst time for you to cancel.” I gripped the telephone tightly in my hand as I begged to make sense with the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack.Since this morning, my telephone couldn’t stop ringing, and every time that I answered the calls, it was always the Alphas I had transactions with that were calling. All of them also wanted the same thing. They were so eager to cancel all agreements they had with me for no reason. All of the transactions and efforts that I made to ally with a lot of Packs all went down the drain. Suddenly, everyone wanted to take back all the words that they had said, and none of them could give me a proper reason for it. “Alpha Nolan, I just woke up, and I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet, and a lot of Alphas had already called me and canceled all of our agreements before you. Please, Alpha Nolan, spare me th
Astrid’s POVAll of us sat at a loss in Drystan’s office when we heard the losses that the Pack had suffered because of something that was not even real. Drystan was reluctant to tell me anything. It was Caden who answered all my questions when I demanded it from him. Apparently, all of the Packs who made an agreement with us after the Werewolf Assembly had changed their minds and wanted to pull back their partnership with us. Only Alpha Everest from the Frostbite Pack didn’t turn back on his words. I pursed my trembling lips as tears stung the back of my eyes. All of these things wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t because of me. The Nightsong Pack suffered losses just so Drystan could protect me and my child from Killian. Drystan’s reputation was ruined because of me. With the huge losses that we suffered and without any packs who wanted to help us, the Nightsong Pack wouldn’t last, and we would be in danger of disbanding soon. Drystan worked hard to build this Pack from
Astrid’s POVThe morning sun spilled over the horizon, bathing the Silvermoon Pack in golden light.It felt like a dream.Like I had woken up from a nightmare and stepped into something softer, something real.The wind was cool, crisp, carrying the scent of pine and earth, untouched by war, by fear. Peaceful.Something I never thought I’d feel again.But here I was.And my children—my heart, my soul—were safe.I looked down at Elara, her tiny fingers curled around mine as we sat on the balcony of the Packhouse. She was staring out at the trees, her expression calm but distant."Are you cold?" I asked softly, brushing her hair behind her ear.She shook her head. "No."She was quiet these days.Healing.Like all of us.I glanced over my shoulder, where Ryker sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Killian with furrowed brows."You're doing it wrong," Ryker grumbled as Killian attempted to braid his sister’s hair.Killian gave him a mock glare. "Excuse me? I was an Alpha before you were
Killian’s POVThe night smelled like blood and fire.I couldn’t stop moving.Every rogue in my path fell before they even had a chance to react. I didn’t feel them fall. Didn’t care.Because she was here.Astrid.And I would burn this entire place to the ground to get her and Elara back."Killian! We need to push back toward the main entrance!" Ryder shouted over the chaos."Then do it," I snarled, my claws slashing through another rogue’s throat. "I'm getting Astrid."The camp was collapsing around us, rogues scattering in terror. But I didn’t care about them.I cared about one thing.I slammed through the wooden doors, my wolf roaring inside of me, scenting her immediately.Astrid’s POVThe walls shook.The sounds of battle grew louder, closer.I knew what that meant.Killian was here.I forced myself to remain still, though my wrists ached from where they had been tied.The rogues had been restless since nightfall. They hadn’t expected an attack so soon. Hadn’t expected Killian to
Killian’s POVThe night air was thick with tension as we stood outside the war tent, the flickering lanterns casting long shadows over the gathered warriors. We had our plan.It wasn’t enough.Not for me.Not for the rage clawing at my chest, the desperation gripping my every thought.Astrid was out there. Alone. Surrounded. And every second we waited was another second she was at that bastard’s mercy.I paced the length of the clearing, my hands clenched into fists, my wolf snarling just beneath the surface. Patience was never my strength. And right now, I had none."Killian."Ryder’s voice was firm, grounding.I stopped, exhaling sharply, forcing my breathing to even out."We’re ready," Ryder continued, stepping beside me. "The scouts confirmed Astrid’s trail—it leads straight into the rogue king’s stronghold. But we still don’t know exactly where they’re keeping her and Elara."I turned to him, my golden eyes burning. "Then we force them to tell us."Ryder nodded, but his gaze flic
Killian’s POVThe room was suffocating.The walls pressed in around me, and my wolf howled inside my chest, clawing to be free, to run, to fight, to kill.I couldn’t breathe.Astrid was gone.Elara was still missing.They were both in his hands.The war room blurred as I stormed through the Packhouse, my mind a whirlwind of fury and desperation. My steps were too fast, too sharp, but I couldn’t slow down. Not now.Not when I had already lost so much.The moment I stepped into the war room, all eyes snapped to me.Ryder was there, arms crossed, watching me carefully. Warriors stood around the table, tense, waiting for orders. Waiting for me to do something.But I wasn’t thinking.I couldn’t think.I could barely see past the red haze of rage.“She left a trail,” Ryder said before I could even open my mouth.I froze.The room around me seemed to still, my mind catching onto his words like a drowning man clinging to a lifeline.“What?” My voice came out sharp, dangerous.Ryder motioned t
Astrid’s POVElara’s blue eyes locked onto mine, wide and glistening with tears, her small frame trembling in the grip of the rogue holding her.“Mommy!”Her voice cracked, breaking something inside me.I lunged, the burning pain of the wolfsbane shackles forgotten, my body driven by nothing but instinct.I barely made it a step before rough hands grabbed my arms, yanking me back.A snarl ripped from my throat. “Let her go!”Ardan’s smirk deepened. He raised a hand, and the rogue restraining Elara tightened his grip.She whimpered.A sound so small—so fragile—that it shattered every ounce of restraint I had left.“I swear with my own life, Ardan,” I growled, my voice raw with fury, “if you so much as touch her—”He laughed.Actually laughed.Like this was amusing. Like he wasn’t holding my world in his filthy hands.“My, my,” he mused, pacing toward me with slow, deliberate steps. “You really do have a soft spot, don’t you?” His gaze flickered to Elara. “I wonder… does she share your
Astrid’s POVThe journey to Ardan’s stronghold felt longer than it should have.They forced me to walk.Through the forest, over uneven terrain, my wrists bound in iron shackles laced with wolfsbane, burning against my skin with every step.I didn’t fight them.Not because I couldn’t.But because every second I stalled, every moment I made them think I was truly broken, brought me closer to Elara.That was all that mattered.The rogues surrounded me in a loose formation, their laughter and whispered taunts filling the night air.They didn’t see me as a threat.Not anymore.They saw a woman who had given up, a mother who had walked willingly into the lion’s den.That was their first mistake.Their second?Letting me breathe.As we moved deeper into rogue territory, my thoughts remained sharp, focused. I counted our path, memorized the turns, the landmarks, the scent markers.If I survived this, if I found a way to get Elara out, I needed to know exactly how to escape.If I didn't… then
Astrid’s POVThe rogues had been waiting for me.They lingered in the shadows, motionless, like predators poised for the perfect moment to strike. Their eyes glowed eerily in the dim light of the moon, flickering with something sinister—anticipation.They knew I was coming.My stomach twisted, but I forced my expression into something unreadable, my shoulders squared as I stepped forward. I came alone. No weapons. No resistance. Complete surrender.It was the only way.If I fought back, if I hesitated for even a second, Ardan might change his mind. He might keep Elara. He might hurt her.And that was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.I took slow, deliberate steps into the clearing, my heartbeat steady despite the way my wolf clawed at the inside of my skin, urging me to turn back, to fight.Not yet.I exhaled, tilting my chin upward as I finally stopped before them.The group of rogues—at least a dozen—remained silent for a moment, assessing me. Then one of them, a tall, lean man with
Killian’s POVThe omega’s words rang in my ears like a warning bell."Alpha! Alpha! It’s Ryker! He’s awake and looking for you. He won’t calm down!"My entire body locked up.Ryker had always been tormented with nightmares ever since Elara was kidnapped. He often woke up in the middle of the night, demanding to see us and he would always look so terrified. I stood at the Packhouse entrance, my wolf raging to break free, my warriors prepared to track Astrid before she got too far. Every instinct inside me screamed at me to run, to chase her down, to drag her back before she made the biggest mistake of her life.But my son needed me.For a single, agonizing moment, I hesitated.Then I turned on my heel and strode toward the infirmary, my boots pounding against the floor, my fists clenched so tightly my nails cut into my palms. My lungs burned with restrained fury, my thoughts a storm of frustration and helplessness.First Astrid. Now Ryker. I was losing control of everything.When I
Astrid’s POVThe night stretched on, endless and suffocating. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows against the walls, but the light felt hollow—cold. The Packhouse was eerily quiet, the usual hum of distant conversations and footsteps replaced by an unbearable stillness.I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting the fabric of my shirt, my thoughts a hurricane raging inside me.Elara.Her name was carved into every thought, every breath, every aching second that passed. She was out there, in the dark, in the hands of the man who wanted nothing more than to see me broken.And I was still here. Waiting.I had tried. I had tried to listen to Killian, to hold on to the logic that we could save her together, that there was a plan, a chance. But how could I gamble my daughter’s life on a chance?What if they were wrong? What if we weren’t fast enough? What if she needed me now?My throat tightened, the guilt curling around me like a noose. I had waited too long alread