Will Giselle still get what she wanted?
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
Giselle’s POVI sat perched on the edge of my bed, a warm ceramic mug cradled in my hands as I gazed down, stirring my morning tea with a serene smile playing on my lips. Speaking of teas, I have just dropped a very hot and fresh one for Drystan and Astrid. The hot tea that I exposed about them had already circulated around all the Packs I took a deep breath as I felt more happy and relaxed. Today, the world seems brighter, and the air is sweeter since everything has turned in my favor. My plans had succeeded at last. I could feel the thrill of accomplishment coursing through my veins, mingling with the comforting aroma of my freshly brewed tea. Finally, I could enjoy the scenic view of the Packhouse’s garden through my window in silence. The Pack members had finally stopped their protests, which gave me the peace that I needed. As I allowed myself to relax and enjoy my triumph, my peaceful reverie was shattered in an instant. Without warning, the door to her bedroom burst o
Astrid’s POVI did not expect less from Giselle’s engagement party. I knew that everything would be expensive and top-notch since she had invited me. There’s no way she would invite me to her engagement party, which would be less than the one that I had. The engagement party was held at the pack grounds, which was designed as a luxury event space. The decor is lavish and opulent, the place is swimming with fresh flowers, and for the catering, they are serving expensive champagne, fine wines, and special cocktails. The dinner menu featured gourmet, skillfully prepared dishes using the finest and freshest ingredients. I couldn’t help but think that Giselle used the Werewolf Assembly we hosted as her inspiration for her own engagement party. The theme is the same, but the motif is slightly different. “What is she doing here?” “She even brought the man she chose to replace her husband to visit her ex-husband’s engagement party.” Whispers grew from the crowd as soon as we entere
Giselle’s POVThe light in Astrid’s eyes dimmed a little when I told her that it was Killian who exposed her affair with Drystan. “I don’t care who exposed it,” Astrid answered blankly after she concealed the emotions that crossed her features for a second like it wasn’t there. “What I want is that you take back everything that was said to clean our names,” Astrid demanded. I crossed my arms together and scoffed. Killian has been forcing me to clear out their names ever since he found out what I had done, yet I never listened to him. What makes her think that I would listen to her? Even if she cries with blood in front of me, I will never take back what I said. “I will never do that. I just only said the truth.” I rebutted. Astrid laughed at my words, taking me aback. “You want the truth? Fine, I will give you the truth. If you refuse to disprove that Drystan and I had an affair, I will expose to everyone that I’m having Killian’s baby. My eyes widened at Astrid’s words. Astr
Giselle’s POVI clenched my fists tightly as my face flushed with fury that coursed through my veins. Before I could even process the surge of my emotions, my hands were already in one. In a sudden, explosive outburst, I swept the contents of my vanity table onto the floor. Perfume bottles, jewelry, and an assortment of beauty products went flying, crashing, and clattering as they hit the hardwood floor with violent force. I pressed my lips into a tight, quivering line as I stood there with my chest heaving. How dare she to barge into my room and order me around! Who does she think she is to threaten me like that? She dares to scare me and threaten me to expose the truth and tell everyone that her child is Killian’s. Let’s see how she is going to do that. With a smirk on my face, I turned on my heel and stormed out of my room, leaving the scattered remains of my vanity behind. The sting of spilled perfume lingered in the room, but it was overshadowed by the lingering resentment
Nova’s POVThe party was filled with a bustling crowd of people, yet Drystan and I seemed to go unnoticed as the other guests around us mingled and chattered with each other while excluding us. I felt like a fool sitting in the middle of a crowd of people where no one bothered to acknowledge us. I felt like we were just forcing ourselves into a place where no one wanted us. My eyes flitted across the room. Wherever I look, I see familiar faces that used to talk to us and fill our ears with words we wanted to hear. Now, those people have changed. They deliberately ignore us after we fall off in disgrace. In the last gathering that we had, everyone was racing to have Drystan’s attention and get the chance to have a conversation with him. Everyone was giving him praise for how he started and developed his Pack. They were telling him what a great man he was to accomplish such things and that they wanted to work with a man like him. Drystan’s schedule after the Werewolf Assembly
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