Alison's POVThe air in the dining room felt heavier than it should have, and the Alpha’s hug lingered like a thorn pressing against my chest. I barely registered the warmth of his arms around me which must have been geared at trying to calm me as Cedric finally released me.“My dear girl, This is Felix, my son” Cedric said, his booming voice filling the room as he gestured to the younger man beside him. “Your betrothed.”The word hit me like a thunderclap. I blinked, convinced I hadn’t heard him right.“My What?” The single word escaped my lips before I could stop it, a sharp, incredulous whisper that carried far more venom than I intended.My father’s deep voice cut through the tension. “Maureen, Felix. why don’t you both step out for a moment? Cedric and I have little matters to discuss.”“Wait I...” I began, but my father’s stern look silenced me. Reluctantly, I rose from my chair, my hands shaking besides me where no one could see.Felix extended his arm toward me, his lips curve
Alison's POVThe late morning sun streamed through the window, its golden rays painting shifting patterns on the floor. Despite the warmth outside, I felt a chill creeping through me. My mind hadn’t stopped spinning since that argument with my father last week. The tension between us had settled into an uneasy silence, the kind that thickens the air and makes every glance loaded with unspoken words.But I couldn't stay cooped up in this house any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in, each one carrying the weight of promises I never agreed to. I needed air, an escape, something to remind me that my life was still mine to live.Grabbing a light jacket, I made my way to the door. Just as my hand touched the knob, my father’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade."Maureen, Where are you going?" His tone was sharp, though the weariness behind it softened the edges.I froze, exhaling sharply before turning around. "I need some space. I’m just taking a walk through the pack.
Alison's POV The air in my room was oozing with tension. I stared at the reflection in the mirror, trying to decide between a sleek navy dress and a simple black one. My hands trembled slightly, not from excitement but from sheer nerves. This wasn’t just a date.. it was a forced rendezvous with a man who had the gall to blackmail me with the same war that tore me apart from my family for years. Felix. Just his name left a bitter taste in my mouth. As I reached for the navy dress, a sudden knock on the door jolted me. Before I could even call out, the door creaked open. “Darling!,” my mother’s soft voice filled the room. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her sharp eyes immediately took in my half-dressed state and the makeup scattered across the vanity. “Are you going somewhere?” “Yes.” My tone was clipped, but I didn’t spare her a glance. I was still furious at both her and my father. They had made decisions about my life without me, a decision that left me entangle
Alison's POV The aroma of sizzling spices and freshly baked bread wafted through the kitchen, wrapping me in a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in days. The soft hum of the stovetop and the clinking of pots and pans created a rhythm that matched my joyful mood. It had been nearly a week since the confrontation with Felix, and the silence from him felt like a small victory. Two more days. Two days until Xander would arrive at Crimson Pack to finalize the arrangements for our mating ceremony and finally take me with him as his Luna, My chest swelled with excitement at the thought. It was almost surreal that the chaos of the past months was finally settling into something that resembled normalcy or as normal as life could get for someone like me. “Miss Alison, should I start packing these?” Lila, one of the castle staff, asked from across the counter. I looked up from the platter of roasted vegetables I was garnishing. “Yes, Lila. Pack everything carefully. Simone deserves the best, and
Alison's POV The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, painting golden streaks across the ornate walls of my room. It should’ve been the happiest day of my life. a milestone that marked the beginning of something I had dreamed of for years. Yet, as I sat on the velvet stool while the castle staff meticulously tied ribbons into my hair, an unsettling weight pressed against my chest. It was the kind of heaviness that didn’t belong on a day like today. Simone’s words echoed in my mind, as vivid and haunting as they had been when she first said them. You are special… but the obstacles on your way will try to halt it. She had spoken with the voice of the Moon Goddess, a voice I couldn’t ignore, even if I wanted to. My thoughts spiraled back to that moment, her glowing eyes, her voice no longer her own. It wasn’t just the message that haunted me; it was Simone’s revelation afterward. “I’m not like you,” she had said, her voice trembling. “I’m a witch. That’s why I isolat
Alison's POV The first thing I noticed was the noise. It wasn’t the hum of machinery or the muted sounds of nature outside my window... it was voices. A cacophony of them. They overlapped and twisted together like a symphony gone wrong. Some were angry, others were mournful, and a few were so quiet they seemed to whisper secrets just out of reach. The more I tried to tune them out, the louder they grew, crashing against each other in a storm of unintelligible words and emotions. My body felt heavy as I stirred. I wasn’t fully awake yet, but the voices… they wouldn’t let me slip back into the comforting darkness. “Why did this happen to her?” “I’ll kill anyone who touches her.” “She’ll be fine… won’t she?” Who did these voices belong to? Why did they sound so close yet so far? My heart raced as panic gripped me. My eyelids fluttered, and I forced them open, the brightness of the room blinding me momentarily. I blinked rapidly, and when my vision cleared, I saw them. Xander sat
Alison's POVThe room was quiet, except for the gentle hum of the wind outside. Quiet, but far from calm.I sat cross-legged on the floor, my hands gripping the edges of a woven mat as if holding on to it would somehow anchor me. Simone sat across from me, serene and unbothered, as though my chaos didn’t rattle her in the slightest. Her cane rested beside her, and her unseeing eyes stared past me into the void.“Close your eyes, Ally,” she said, her voice low and steady. “You need to focus on the silence within.”Silence within? It was almost laughable. How could I find silence when a thousand voices still clawed at my sanity? One voice was angry, another mournful, and then there was the constant hum of mundane thoughts that belonged to people I couldn’t even see.“I can’t do this,” I muttered, opening my eyes. My fingers tightened around the mat, and frustration built in my chest like a pressure cooker. “It’s too much. I can’t focus on anything because there’s no silence.”Simone til
Alison's POVThe cool morning air was deceivingly calm, like the deceptive silence before a storm. I stood outside by the car, my fingers tracing the faint edges of the Alpha crest on the vehicle’s door as I waited for my father. My heart was a riot of conflicting emotions, dread, anger, and, strangely enough, a flicker of hope that today would bring closure. The air carried muted whispers of thoughts, scattered like faint echoes in a vast canyon, and I couldn't help but tune in to the mental noise around me. It was second nature now.The guard beside me shuffled uncomfortably. His thoughts were embarrassingly vivid... practically undressing one of the staff members who had just passed by. His internal monologue was a colorful cocktail of infatuation and lust. I couldn't suppress the smirk that spread across my face."You know," I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "it’d be less creepy if you just told her how you feel instead of stripping her down in your mind."
Xander's POVThe training grounds came clearly into view as I stood by the edge of the gates. I watched Alison move with an eerie grace, her body a blur as she dodged and countered, each motion precise, calculated. But I knew she was pushing herself too hard. The Alison I had brought to Night Fang was calm, quiet and could barely defend herself. Not to sound horrible but I love that she could stand for herself but this burden? It was too much on her and my heart bled looking at her pushing herself beyond limits. Then I saw her lose grip and stumble back. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay still. My wolf raged within me, demanding that I intervene, that I catch her before she hit the ground again. It felt the pain I felt at the sight before meWhen she hit the ground I growled inwardly. The impact sent a tremor through the earth, but Alison was up before the dust settled, her breathing ragged yet determined. She was relentless. The prophecy had made sure of that. The fate o
Alison’s POV"We can't afford to waste time," Simone’s voice crackled through the conference call. "The Blood Moon is coming, and if the prophecy is true, we're already running out of time."I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to suppress the tension building in my chest. "I know," I admitted. "But we can’t go in blind. There has to be a way to stop the witch before she gains full power."Xander sat beside me, his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on the laptop screen where Simone’s worried face stared back at us. His presence was a grounding force, but even he couldn’t deny the heavy uncertainty hanging over us.Simone exhaled deeply. "I've been digging through every ancient text I could find. If she’s trying to sever mate bonds permanently, then she needs a ritual of unprecedented power, something connected to the Blood Moon itself."I felt a chill run down my spine. "You think she plans to tap into the Moon Goddess’s energy?"Simone nodded gravely. "It's the only thing strong
Simone’s POVA shiver traced down my spine before I even opened my eyes.Something was wrong. I felt an unwanted presence.The air felt thick, heavy with something unseen, something ancient. My heart pounded as I forced myself to sit up, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. I wasn’t in my room anymore. I wasn’t anywhere real.The world around me was shifting violently.. black mist rolling like storm clouds, the sky bleeding into deep, unnatural shades of red. The ground beneath me cracked, jagged like something had torn through it.Then, I saw her.The same cloaked figure Alison had described to me few days ago, standing beneath the looming Blood Moon.The witch lifted her arms, her voice ringing out in a chant that I couldn’t understand, but somehow, felt in my bones. It was dark magic, something twisted and unnatural, seeping into the air like poison.I tried to move. Tried to speak. But my body refused to obey.And then the pain hit the Wolves lurking around under the red moo
Alison’s POVThe dream started like a whisper, a fleeting sensation of something pulling me into a realm between sleep and wakefulness.Then, the darkness gave way to a vision.Mother Eliza stood in her glory before me, her aged figure framed by an eerie silver glow. The old witch had always been mighty to behold… FoFor now she was ither an enemy nor an ally, just a powerful figure that had a hand in my existence in the shadows of fate. But tonight, there was something different in her stance, when I had seen her in her abode she looked calm, calculated and without a fear. But now she looked… in a hurry, like what she had to say was something urgent yet hot to voice out.Her deep-sitted eyes locked onto mine, and when she spoke, her voice was like wind rustling through dead leaves."Alison! This fight isn’t over! You are resting while she plots more evil.!"I felt my stomach drop."The balance between wolves and witches is at stake."The words wrapped around me, suffocating, their wei
Xander’s POVThe first thing I noticed when we stepped back into Crimson Pack territory was the air.It was different. Lighter. Cleaner. Gone was the heavy, suffocating pressure that had lingered like a noose around this place. The sickness, the darkness, the rot.. it was gone.The second thing I noticed was the people.Wolves rushed from their homes, from the infirmaries where they had been bedridden, from the training grounds where they had once been too weak to fight. Their faces, drawn and gaunt from weeks of suffering, now glowed with something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Hope.A murmur rippled through the crowd, then a roar."It’s over!""The curse is broken!""We’re free!"The entire pack erupted. Some fell to their knees in exhausted relief. Others clung to their loved ones, sobbing openly. Warriors lifted their heads to the sky and howled—a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the land.Alison’s fingers tightened around mine, her nails digging into my palm. I turned to
Alison’s POV The ruins of SilverMoon were eerily silent, except for the ragged breaths of the three of us as we staggered toward Kendrick’s crumpled form. The air was thick with the scent of blood, dust, and death. My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed past the shock, my legs carrying me forward on instinct alone. Kendrick lay there, his body broken, his breathing shallow. But his eyes… those piercing green eyes… still held life. Just barely. “No, no, no,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I dropped to my knees beside him. Simone knelt next to me, her hands trembling. Xander, breathless and still staggering from the fight, crouched beside Kendrick, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap. Kendrick’s lips curved into a weak smile. “We did it,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. Tears burned in my eyes. “Don’t do this, Kendrick. You’re going to be fine. We… we can find you a good healer in Xander's pack. There has to be someone who can help.” My voice was franti
Alison’s POVPain. It was sharp, searing, and all-consuming.I barely registered the sound of my own scream as my wolf form collapsed onto the cold, hard ground, my leg pulsing with agony from where Priya’s blade had torn into me. My body trembled violently, the silver of my fur now stained with crimson.“Alison!” Xander’s desperate voice echoed through the ruins, panic laced in every syllable.I forced myself to lift my head, but my vision blurred. Through the haze of pain, I saw Priya, her twisted smile sending a chill down my spine.She wasn’t done.Her lips moved swiftly, chanting, her voice dripping with venom as she sent a surge of dark magic toward me.A force so powerful rushed at me that my breath hitched, this was meant to end me.But before it could, Simone stepped forward.“No, you don’t!” she hissed, raising her hands.A surge of bright light erupted from her fingertips, colliding with Priya’s dark spell mid-air. The impact sent a wave of force rippling through the ruins,
Alison’s POV A deadly silence filled the ruins. For a split second, I had seen something in Priya’s eyes… fear. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by something much darker. She sneered. “You think I’m afraid of you four?” A low, guttural laugh spilled from her lips, growing louder, more unhinged, until it echoed through the ruins like a chorus of the damned. The sound slithered under my skin, cold and unsettling. “You actually think your measly powers are enough to stop me? That you can prevent me from wiping out the entire werewolf pack as revenge for what I went through in their hands?” She tilted her head, black eyes gleaming with malice. “How stupid and naive.” Her gaze snapped to Simone, and a cruel smile curled her lips. “You,” she hissed, “a witch, siding with the very creatures that slaughtered your ancestors? You should be ashamed of yourself.” Simone’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t speak. She stood tall, her fingers twitching at her sides, magic
Alison’s POVKendrick took a step forward, fists clenched, but I grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could do something reckless. His muscles tensed under my grip, his body trembling with barely contained fury."Don’t," I whispered, barely able to get the word out.Priya’s gaze snapped onto Kendrick like a predator spotting its prey, her twisted smile vanishing in an instant. Her face darkened, her brows pulling together in a deep scowl, something between rage and... heartbreak?“How dare you bring him here?” Her voice cracked, laced with venom and something deeper... something raw.A slow, heavy breath escaped her lips before she tilted her head, black eyes narrowing.“You think,” she hissed, stepping forward, “that because I once loved him, I would back down?”Her voice sent a shiver racing down my spine.Priya let out a shaky breath, as if she was barely keeping herself together, and then before I could react her lips moved, forming words in a language I didn’t understand.Th