ALANA POV'Please don’t go, Alana. Don’t do this.' His words still echoed in my ears even after we were long gone, causing tears to gather in my eyes, but I blinked them back. I couldn’t cry now; it would all be in vain.After holding on for so long, I finally succeeded. For years, I had been haunted by the ghost of his rejection, a specter that loomed over me, casting a shadow on my every thought and action.I had held on to the hope that our bond, no matter how fragile, could still be saved and that the love we once shared could be reawakened. But it was not until I saw the desperation in his eyes—the desperation that drove him to beg for my forgiveness—that I realized the truth.Kai, the man I had once loved more than life itself, was not the same man who stood before me today. If only he had fought for me and our children with the same passion he was now using to plead for my mercy, perhaps things would have been different. But it's too late. The damage has already been done.As m
ALANA’S POVThe night was finally upon us—the night of my son's Alpha ceremony. The air was thick with anticipation, and the moon hung full and bright in the sky, casting a dainty glow over the Oceanic Pack.Every member had gathered in the hall, their faces brightened by the soft moonlight, their eyes reflecting the excitement of the occasion. My sons, Cameron and Chase, stood tall and proud in their ceremonial attire, their faces a mirror of the moon’s radiance. Everything was as it should be, perfect in every sense.As Luna, the first female Alpha of the Oceanic Pack, I rose from the ashes of rejection. Once an outcast and considered an abomination by my pack, I carved a place for myself in a land that was not originally mine. Now, I have raised my sons to become Alphas.I should have been basking in the glory of my achievements. Instead, I found myself engulfed in soul-wrenching sorrow. A heavy feeling weighed down on my heart, a feeling I couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard I
ALANA'S POVI woke up with a jolt, my lungs filling with a rush of air. The sound of my breathing echoed loudly in the quiet room, the only sign of life. I attempted to move, to rise, but was unable to. Something was restraining me—something tight and painful. Looking down, I saw my wrists and ankles bound by ropes coated with silver, their harsh grip digging painfully into my flesh. My vision was blurry, as if I were peering through a mist, and I felt weak and heavy, as though submerged underwater."Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry and sore. "What's going on? Where is everyone?”I didn't know where I was or what was happening. The last thing I remembered was the party, the happy faces, and the cheers. Then, after a wave of nausea from drinking my wine, the world spun out of control before it all went blank. An overflow of fear shot through my chest as I thought of my children. Where were they? Were they safe? I started to thrash against my bonds, shouting for help, hoping some
ALANA POVAs each minute passed, the world around me wouldn’t cease its relentless spin. The bitter sting of betrayal was cruel, making my heart pound in my chest like a war drum, echoing the desperation that consumed me. I clutched my trembling hands into fists as I stared at the monster standing before me with a satisfied look on his face.“Klaus,” I implored, my voice quivering with a cocktail of fear and fury. “Spare my children. They bear no guilt.” Yet Klaus, his eyes ablaze with a cruel sense of satisfaction, remained steadfast. He seemed to relish the torment he was on the verge of unleashing. “Your grudge is with me, not them. Regardless of how twisted your mind perceives this, their innocence is undeniable.”He smirked, his lips curling into a small, mocking smile. "Innocent? Don't make me laugh. They're just as guilty as you are for carrying your tainted blood." I snarled, feeling a surge of pain in my chest. How could he utter such words? How could he display such heartl
KAI’S POVThe harsh grip of sadness have wrapped its fingers around my heart like a suffocating vine, pulling me deeper into the depths of this madness that has held me captive for days now. I’ve become a prisoner within the confines of my room, a self-imposed exile from the world outside.The taste of food had become foreign to me, and the sight of another human being that wasn't Alana or my children was a luxury I denied myself. My only companions were two empty bottles of potent whiskey, their contents now swirling in my stomach, numbing the seething pain coursing through my chest.Alana left. She did. The stark reality of her departure has morphed into a relentless nightmare in my existence, one from which I can’t seem to awaken.I was a man, deprived of his family, devoid of an heir, a hollow shell with no purpose, no reason to continue living. Here I was, sprawled on the cold, hard floor of my room, I lay motionless, staring at the top white ceiling above my head. Suddenly, the
KAI’S POV My mind raced with endless questions and doubts, unable to process the reality of his return. How could he be alive after all these years? And why now? Why was he back to claim what he had lost?The mere thought of his return, to once again wreak havoc, made my blood boil with rage. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms, as a wave of anger washed over me."What do you mean, he's back?" I snapped, my voice cold and harsh. "Klaus is dead. He's been dead for years now.” I said, trying to argue.Luke shook his head, a pained expression on his face. “No, he’s not dead. He survived. He’s been in hiding, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. That moment has come. He’s taken Alana and the children hostage.”I felt a jolt of shock and fear at his words. Alana, my mate, the love of my life, and the mother of my children, was now in danger. They were threatened by a madman, a madman whose life I should have ended long ago but let slip by my fing
CAMERON’S POVI jolted awake, my heart pounding against my ribs as if yearning for escape. I had just experienced a terrifying dream in which I was a helpless observer of a tragic event involving my family.As I lay there, attempting to soothe the rush of my high, the nightmare continued to haunt me. It filled my mind with visions of the pack party, which was meant to be our crowning moment.Chase and I had spent years preparing to assume the roles of the Alpha pair. However, just as in my dream, everything fell apart in an instant. My mind was in a whirlwind, attempting to assemble the fragments of the previous night’s events.I opened my heavy eyelids, only to find myself engulfed in pitch-black darkness. I couldn’t see a thing, not even my hand in front of my face. From the cold, hard sticky surface against my back and the foul smell that hit my nostrils, I knew I wasn’t in my room. So, where was I?I struggled into a sitting position, my back meeting the damp wall behind me. I gro
CAMERON POV We tensed, expecting another round of torture or taunting from the rogue guard from earlier. But to my astonishment, it was Healer Abigail and Ken, Cassandra’s mate, who appeared before us. They both looked nervous but determined, holding a set of keys and a bag of supplies. The shock on both our faces was mirrored in theirs as they took in our disheveled appearances. We looked as though we had been through hell and back, with our clothes torn and stained, our hair matted and dirty, and our skin bruised and covered with burn wounds. Despite the dire circumstances, I felt a wave of relief crash over me at their arrival. In my nineteen years of existence, I had never been so grateful to see anyone. At that moment, I was so overwhelmed that I cried out their names. “Abigail? Ken?” I exclaimed, barely able to believe my eyes. “What brings you here? How did you manage to slip past the guards?” They smiled, relief and joy evident on their faces. “We’re here to rescue you, of