Sean’s POVThe moment my eyes fluttered open, a wave of nausea hit me. My limbs felt heavy, my head pounding as though someone had taken a hammer to it.The scent of rusted metal, damp stone, and dried blood filled my nostrils.I tried to move—a sharp burn tore through my wrists.Silver. Damn it.It took me a second to realize I wasn’t alone.“Sean.”I turned toward the voice, blinking through the haze.Xavier and Rolex were chained up beside me.I had seen my brothers in battle. Seen them strong, unshaken, even in the face of impossible odds. But now?They looked wrecked.Xavier’s jaw was tight, his wrists raw where the silver had burned through his skin. Rolex had blood caked along his temple, his clothes torn.I had never seen them like this before.“You’re awake,” Rolex muttered, his voice edged with exhaustion. “Took you long enough.”I groaned, trying to push myself upright, but even the slightest movement sent pain radiating through my body.“Where the hell are we?” My throat f
Nathan’s POVMy body remained still, breath shallow, limbs slack. I felt the damp stone beneath me, the suffocating weight of the room pressing in, but I didn’t move.Lucas thought I was gone—unaware, helpless.That was exactly what I wanted.The small device embedded beneath my skin pulsed lightly against my ribs, picking up every word spoken. Proof. Evidence of his twisted plan, a record of his deception.Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate.A mocking chuckle echoed in the silence. "This is what the mighty Alphas have been reduced to?" Lucas scoffed. "Beaten, caged, and now one of them is already out of the game? Pathetic."I forced my muscles to remain loose, my pulse controlled."He’s still breathing," Rolex muttered, voice tight with tension. "We need to wake him up."Xavier’s fingers gripped my shoulder, shaking me slightly. "Nathan." A harsh whisper.I knew they were both barely holding back their rage. Lucas had us exactly where he wanted—or so he thought.Through the th
Mia’s POVThe moment I walked into that room, the moment I didn’t break, didn’t fall for his manipulation—he knew he had lost.I should have felt victorious. I should have felt satisfied.But all I felt was rage.Because I had let him get this close.I had trusted him—even if just a little. I had let him speak to me like family, had let him use my mother’s name like it was something he had any right to claim.And while I was playing along with his game, my brothers—I turned my head toward the cage, my breath catching in my throat.My stomach dropped.They were ruined.Chains dug into their wrists, raw and bleeding from where they had struggled against them. Rolex’s knuckles were split, his breathing labored like he had spent hours fighting against something he couldn't break. Xavier sat against the bars, silent, his eyes void of emotion, but his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the tension ripple through his entire body.Sean had his head tilted slightly downward, his fingers flex
Mia’s POVI stared at him, my body tense, my heart slamming against my ribs.This had to be some kind of mistake. A trick. A lie.But his face…It was mine.Not just a resemblance. Not just similar features. Identical.I forced myself to breathe, to think. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I tried to make sense of it."You’re lying," I forced out, my voice uneven.Lucas—the real one—didn’t flinch. His gaze stayed on me, steady, unreadable. "I wish I was."A bitter laugh escaped me. "That’s impossible. I don’t have a twin."His jaw tensed. "That’s what I thought too."I shook my head, my stomach twisting. "No. My mother—she never—""She never told you," he cut in, voice firm. "She never told me either."I swallowed hard, my thoughts a tangled mess. This can’t be true."Then explain," I snapped, crossing my arms, forcing myself to hold my ground.He exhaled, glancing at the warriors who were still waiting, at my brothers who stood stiffly behind me. For a second, he hesitated, l
MIA’S POVLucas leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me closely. "You should come live with me."I hesitated, my fingers curling into the fabric of my sweater. "I need time."He didn’t argue, just nodded slowly, but I could feel the weight of his disappointment.I had only just found out about him. A brother. My twin. It still didn’t feel real. How was I supposed to just pack up my life and leave with someone I barely knew?Uncle agreed with my decision, though I could tell he was relieved. Maybe he didn’t want me too far away either. But Lucas wasn’t completely alone—so I introduced him to my cousins, Damon and Daisy.Damon, ever the protective one, studied Lucas for a long time before finally shaking his hand. "Took you long enough to show up."Lucas smirked. "Better late than never."For the first time in a long time, I felt whole.I had family. A real family.A warmth spread through me, one I hadn’t felt in years.But that warmth didn’t last.Damon pulled me aside la
Mia's POV He didn't seem to like the idea of what I said, as he was still shocked, but I wanted to convince him that the only person who can save him now is me. We can't just leave him to die like that. We need to try at least to save him. I have the white wolf in me, and I've been healing everyone, so why can't I save my biological father? "You shouldn't risk your life to save him. It's been hopeless. We've been trying for years to no avail. I know you have the blood of the white wolf, but you can't just do whatever you want with it," he told me. I took his hands in mine. I could see that he was going through so much pain, trying to save his father for years, and now there was some glimmer of hope in his eyes. Even though he wants to deny it, he doesn't want me to do it. Yet, it feels like he wants me to do it more than I think. "I'm going to be fine. It's nothing new to me. If I can use my blood to save my own father, then I will do it. I wasn't able to save my mother, and no
Mia's POV Since I already told my family about everything, it was good enough. The next day, I packed all my things and prepared to go. I felt a bit nervous finally moving somewhere I didn't know, especially with what happened to me before—that I almost got scammed by that fake Lucas, or should I call him Keith? However, when I thought about how I could save my father's life, the only thing I was thinking about was getting close to him and saving his life. So, I forgot about all the fears I had. Besides, I am the white wolf. It's not easy to get rid of someone like me. I don't think I would easily die. Daisy came to say goodbye to me. "I'm going to miss you a lot. It's a pity I have a lot of obligations to attend to. If not, I would have followed you." I shook my head. "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. Besides, I'm just going to find a way to save my father. I won't be gone forever. I will be back as soon as I can, I promise you." She scoffed. "I think you ca
Mia's POV I got somehow closer, and I saw something that shouldn't be a surprise but was a surprise to me. It was a picture of my mother with my father, and it was huge on the wall above the bed. They were clearly married in the past. Turns out that they were telling the truth after all. Lucas noticed that I was looking at the picture, and he gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Mom was a very beautiful woman, and you have her eyes. You look exactly like her. Isn't it wonderful?" "This is the first time I'm seeing my mother's picture. She has never even let me take a picture with her, so the only thing I have left is what I know of her in my memory," I told him. "She has always been like that. According to Dad, she doesn't like taking pictures, and it's difficult to get her in one. But she finally accepted when she met our father. I guess things didn't work out for them." I nodded. "It's sad when you think about it. I also want to know what happened that made them separate." Slo
MIA’S POVWaking up in a tangle of limbs, silk sheets, and the lingering taste of last night's sins… yeah, this was exactly how I liked it. This feeling of being surrounded, protected, desired—I'll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. Not when I spent so long feeling unwanted.Sean's arm was locked around my waist like he thought someone might steal me away overnight. Cute. Even in sleep, he's possessive. The boy who once terrorized me now can't bear to let me go, even while unconscious. Life has a twisted sense of humor.Xavier's breath stirred the strands of my hair as he shifted behind me, his leg hooked over mine. My body was bare under the covers, and not a single inch of me felt cold. I was tucked between two overprotective wolves like their personal treasure chest. Their heat radiates into me, through me. I used to sleep alone, cold and curled into myself. Now I can barely move without touching one of them.And I was a treasure. A spoiled, kissed, claimed one. Somet
MIA'S POVMonths had passed since the battle with Keith, but the scars—both seen and unseen—remained. Yet, I had won.Not just the fight. Not just my life.I had won myself.For the first time in forever, I was at peace.I stood before the werewolf world, my silver gown flowing in the wind, my white wolf aura glowing softly around me. The night sky stretched endlessly above, the full moon shining like a proud mother watching over her child."The Moon Queen."The title was whispered with reverence, spoken with respect.I had proven myself. Not just as a white wolf. Not just as a Luna. But as a leader.The packs had united under my rule, their loyalty unwavering. They no longer feared me; they believed in me.And for the first time… I believed in myself, too.The brothers stood before me, their expressions nervous yet hopeful.Months ago, I would have laughed at the thought of forgiving them.But now?I exhaled slowly, looking at each of them. Xavier, Sean, Nathan, and Rolex.They had s
MIA’S POVThe moment my eyes snapped open, the battlefield fell into a stunned silence. Power surged through my veins like wildfire, alive, untamed, unstoppable. My body felt weightless, yet I had never been stronger. Every inch of me pulsed with the raw energy of the White Wolf.Keith’s expression twisted in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists. “No… This—this can’t be happening!” His voice wavered, but I saw the truth in his eyes—fear.I tilted my head, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. “You should be proud, Keith.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “If you hadn’t stabbed me, I wouldn’t have awakened.”His face turned red with fury. With a snarl, he lifted his hands. Dark energy crackled at his fingertips.The ground trembled. Shadows twisted unnaturally. The stench of death filled the air.I turned just as an army of demon rogues emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowing red, their bodies twisted by corrupted magic. Their growls rumbled through the battlefield, sending a
MIA’S POVThe pain was unbearable, like fire licking through my veins, but somehow… it was fading. I could hear my name—frantic, desperate voices calling out to me—but they felt so far away, like echoes in a void.I wasn't in the dungeon anymore.I wasn’t anywhere at all.A soft glow surrounded me, warm and comforting, like the moonlight on a peaceful night. And then, from that glow, she appeared.My wolf.No—not just my wolf.She was beautiful, ethereal. Skin as white as snow, long flowing hair the color of the full moon, eyes like the endless night sky. A presence so divine, so powerful, I immediately knew.The Moon Goddess.I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I wasn’t afraid, though. Her gaze held nothing but kindness, her expression serene."You’ve suffered, my child," she finally spoke, her voice like a melody carried by the wind. "Far more than I ever intended."I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. Everything I’d been through flashed before me—every wound, eve
MIA’S POVI glared at Keith, my patience snapping as he paced before us like some grand villain in a pathetic play. His voice was thick with arrogance, dripping with the delusion of a man who thought the world owed him everything.“My father,” he sneered, “was the rightful heir to the Alpha title. But your father stole it from him. Stole what should have been ours.”I tilted my head, unimpressed. “Let me guess,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “And now you’re here to reclaim your birthright? Oh, Keith, how tragic. Such a sad little story. I might cry.”His face darkened. His jaw clenched so tightly, I thought he might break his own teeth.“You mock me?” His voice dropped to something colder, more dangerous.I scoffed. “Mocking implies I take you seriously. But I don’t. Because you sound like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum over something that was never yours to begin with.”A dangerous flicker lit up in his eyes. “You think this is a joke?”I stepped forward, unbothered by the threat
Mia’s POVI was halfway to the dungeon when my steps faltered. The heavy scent of blood still lingered in the air, the thick stench wrapping around me like a warning. Something felt off.Then I saw him.Lucas.He was being dragged into the shadows, his body limp, his usually sharp eyes dulled with exhaustion. His lips moved, barely, but I caught it.Don’t.A silent command. A plea.My entire body tensed. Every instinct screamed at me to run after him, to tear through whoever had him in their grasp. But I didn’t.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. The frustration burned like acid in my veins, but Lucas had signaled me for a reason. Rushing in blindly would only get me captured, too.I needed a plan.Spinning on my heel, I turned and sprinted toward the main hall, heart pounding wildly. My mind raced through every possible scenario. Who the hell had the guts to take Lucas? Keith’s men? Another enemy?No. I couldn’t let my thoughts spiral. Focus. I still had the tracker.L
LUCAS’S POVThe moment I stepped into the room, I knew something big had happened. The air was thick with tension, the scent of anger and relief clashing in a way that made my wolf restless.My eyes landed on Mia first. She stood at the center of it all, arms crossed, chin lifted, looking every bit like a leader. Strong, untouchable. But I knew her better than that. I could see the exhaustion in her stance, the tightness in her jaw."What the hell happened?" My voice was sharp, demanding answers.Mia’s gaze flicked to me, unreadable for a second before she spoke. "We caught the bastard who tried to poison our father."I stilled. "Our father?" The words felt strange on my tongue.Mia nodded, her expression hard. "He would have died if we hadn’t stopped him in time."My chest burned. I had barely had time to know the man, to understand him, and already someone had tried to take him from me. My hands clenched at my sides, but I forced my voice to stay calm. "Where is he now?""With the g
MIA'S POVEverything had gone exactly as planned.I stood there, watching the traitor tremble, the weight of his failure sinking into his bones. He still hadn’t spoken, but it didn’t matter—he would.Because this was my trap.The fight. The chaos. My father’s supposed helplessness. Every single part of it had been orchestrated—and he walked straight into it.I glanced at the brothers, who were still catching up to the reality of the situation. They hadn’t known either.Their fight had been real, but it wasn’t their own doing.I had set them up too. Because I want it to look real, though I told them to fight but I didn't tell the reason. Their argument had been the perfect distraction, drawing everyone’s attention—including the spy’s.I crossed my arms, a slow smirk curling my lips as I turned my gaze back to the traitor. "You thought you were smart, didn’t you?" My voice was soft, almost mocking. "Thought you could just walk in, finish what you started, and leave without a trace."His
Xavier’s chest still rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths, Tristan’s fingers twitching at his sides, both of them still locked in whatever petty fight they had started. But I had no time for their nonsense.Because I saw it.A shadow, a movement too calculated, too precise. The way they slipped through the crowd, not rushing, not panicked—just careful.Too careful.Every instinct inside me screamed. My stomach twisted, and an icy chill ran up my spine. I didn’t think. My body reacted before my mind fully caught up.I reached out, grabbing both of them—Xavier’s bicep, Tristan’s wrist—dragging them closer before they could resist.Their bodies tensed against my touch, Xavier’s heat seeping through his shirt, Tristan’s pulse hammering under my fingers. But I ignored the way my skin prickled from the contact.I leaned in, lowering my voice, barely parting my lips. No one else could hear this."Look past your damn fight," I whispered, my heart pounding in my ears. "Someone just slipped aw