Tyron's POV The night stretched wide and quiet, the kind of quiet that seeps into your bones and makes every breath sound louder than it should. The stars scattered above us, bright and cold, like they were watching from a world far removed from ours. The training field had long emptied, leaving behind the faint scent of dust and sweat. Winter lay beside me, her hair fanned out over the grass like spilled moonlight, her chest rising and falling in slow rhythm.It had been a long day. She was getting better—stronger. I had pushed her harder than usual, maybe because I needed to feel something other than the constant pull inside me. Maybe because every time she looked at me, I forgot who I was supposed to be.She turned her head, her soft voice breaking the silence. “You’re quiet tonight.”I shrugged, eyes fixed on the sky. “Maybe I ran out of things to say.”A small smile tugged at her lips. “You never really talk much.”“That’s because you talk enough for both of us.”She chuckled, t
Tyron POVThe morning sun burned low and bright across the training field, painting everything in gold. The air was sharp with dust and sweat, the kind of air that carried the sound of clashing swords and strained breaths like music. I stood at the edge of the field, my arms folded, eyes scanning every movement before me.Winter, Aria, and Asher were sparring in the center ring. Three figures caught between youth and power, still learning the art of balance between strength and control. Aria’s hair clung to her face as she moved, sharp and precise, while Asher’s stance was too wide, relying on raw force rather than technique. But it was Winter who drew my attention, as she always did.The sun found her without mercy, setting fire to the silver in her hair, the faint shimmer of her aura visible even when she wasn’t trying. Her magic lived beneath her skin like a restless storm, always ready to spill. She moved with focus, yet every motion of hers demanded attention.And that was my pro
Casey POV The scream ripped out of me before I even knew I was awake. It echoed through the quiet room, sharp and raw, bouncing off the walls until it broke into a sob. My chest heaved, my throat ached, and for a second, I couldn’t tell where I was. The darkness still burned behind my eyes.Fire.Blood.A forest full of screaming wolves.I pressed both hands over my stomach, trembling, clutching it as if I could protect something fragile inside. My skin was damp with sweat, my heart drumming against my ribs. In the dream, I saw a white wolf standing over a body. Its fur was soaked red, and beneath its paws was a glowing symbol, bright and alive, pulsing with a strange energy. Somewhere in the distance, I heard a baby crying.The sound had been so small, so desperate, that it tore something open inside me.I didn’t know how long I stayed frozen like that until a strong arm wrapped around me and pulled me back against a warm, steady chest.“Casey.” Louis’s voice came low and urgent, st
Tyrone POV The morning air carried the scent of iron and incense, heavy with the kind of silence that warned you something was about to be taken from you. Or maybe revealed. I wasn’t sure which was worse.The Alpha Gods Court stood like a carved monument to judgment tall marble pillars wrapped in vines of silver runes, walls glowing faintly from the ancient power sealed within. The crescent-shaped chamber overlooked the valley, where the mist never seemed to lift. It was beautiful, in a suffocating way.They brought me in with two guards, my wrists bound in enchanted cuffs that burned when I moved too fast. I didn’t fight them. I didn’t even look at them. My eyes stayed on the throne at the far end where the alpha gods king,alpha Ruine sat, cloaked in white and gold, his silver crown gleaming beneath the morning light.Beside him stood Zander, another alpha god of his jaw tight, his expression unreadable,two more alpha gods were sitting at the high podium. Louis, Winter, Aria, Cas
Tyrone POVThe morning after the fair, the packhouse felt heavier. Not tense, exactly, but expectant. I could sense it in the air,something thick, like fog before a storm. The laughter and lights from last night still echoed faintly in the hallways, but the celebration had worn off, leaving a strange quiet behind.I leaned against the window frame of my guest room, arms crossed, watching the training grounds below. Louis was already there, sparring with two warriors. Every movement was sharp, precise, practiced. He wasn’t fighting to prove himself anymore,he already had. He was fighting to stay sharp. To lead. To protect.A future Alpha.And my biggest obstacle.The door creaked open without a knock. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was. Her scent,fresh snow and jasmine,always got to me before her voice did.“You didn’t come down for breakfast,” Winter said softly, her reflection appearing beside mine in the glass. She wore a simple cream sweater and jeans, her hair tied loosely b
Casey POV The fair was still alive even after sunset. Music played softly through the field, and lanterns floated in the air like glowing orbs drifting with the breeze. Laughter carried through the night , children chasing each other with glowing sticks, couples sharing bites of caramel apples, warriors laughing at the drink stalls.But for me, everything blurred into the background because Louis had my hand in his.He looked like the calm at the center of chaos. The same man everyone looked to for strength , controlled, disciplined ,yet his thumb brushed slow circles against my palm, and his touch was tender in a way that still startled me.I was never used to gentleness.“Are you cold?” he asked, his deep voice breaking through the hum of the crowd.I shook my head. “No. You’re warm enough.”He smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The lantern light caught the gold in his irises ,a reminder of what he was, who he would become. My soon-to-be husband. The next Alpha. A