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 POV I didn't stay long outside because they were following me. I just didn't want to see them everywhere I go, but that seemed like a difficult wish for me. I just tried to avoid them as much as I could. My father's treatment was the most important thing for me now, and that was all I could focus on for the next few days. I didn't even bother speaking to them, even though I'm the reason why they are here. But I never invited them anyway, so if they are tired, they can just go back. My brother noticed the way I was treating them, and he finally called me to ask me about what was going on. "I've seen the way you are treating your guests. Don't you want them around you? I thought you were supposed to be their mate. It's not easy to find a lot of mates like this—you should cherish them," he told me. "Remember, Daisy told you not to trust people easily. Why do you just see the good in everyone? You have no idea what kind of people they are," I said to him. I was angry at him
Lucas's POV The hatred my sister feels towards them is legitimate. It's been a long time since I finally had a family to rely on, and now I'm hearing that she has a traumatic past. Not only that, but the people who are responsible for it are following her everywhere. Even though I've been popular as a kind person, I don't think I can stand injustice like this. Besides, the person in question is my sister, and if I don't do anything to avenge her, she probably won't see me as a serious person. She won't respect me because I could do nothing for her after knowing all the things that she's suffered. My blood was boiling with rage. I've always been able to control my anger, and it is hard to tell if I'm angry even by my face because everyone knows I look kind. However, kindness is not what brought me to where I am today. If I wasn't strong enough, I wouldn't be the Alpha of the pack now. I stood up and decided to go look for them. I ignored everyone greeting me and angrily rushed th
Mia's POV After embarrassing myself in front of my brother like that yesterday, I could hardly look at him. Even though I was getting mad at him, I shouldn't have shouted at him like that. It only shows how much hatred is in my heart, but it's good enough that he's not using it against me. I wasn’t expecting much to happen today, but I was so surprised when Daisy came to see me with Tristan. It's been days since we saw each other, and we haven't been communicating frequently. I guess she missed me so much that she came to look for me. "I'm so glad you came here to check on me, but Uncle said you have a lot to do. How did you manage to make it here?" I asked her. "Tristan came to check on you, and I explained the situation to him. So he insisted on coming here. Since I missed you a lot, I thought it would be better if I came here too." I understand. They are still in so much contact because they are mates, and it's not easy to break a bond like that. Take me for example—I have
Mia's POV I can't deny that a lot of emotions run through my mind. Maybe it's better to listen to my brother, or maybe not. I don't even know what to say to him. I already promised him I would consider talking about this, but how could he easily bring up marriage like that? I'm not even thinking of being in a relationship with them, and he's already mentioning marriage? If it was that easy, I would have married a long time ago, and it wouldn't be to them. But it's not that easy for me, especially knowing that every time I see them, I keep getting flashes of the past in my mind. It's hard to let go, and that's all I've been cycling through these past few years. "My brother told me to get married to the brothers. Can you imagine that?" I told Daisy. I thought she would take my side this time and tell me not to do it, but I didn't expect what she said next. "Maybe you should listen to him because he's trying to tell you the truth. He's your brother, and he wouldn't want to lead
Tristan's POV I've been here for the past few days, and I haven't gotten an opportunity to talk to Mia the way I want. I've always wanted to see her and ask for a chance back. Even though she told me we couldn't be together because of what happened, I still wanted to have some hope that she would change her mind eventually. I have been in love with her for a long time, and I can't easily fall out of love with her. Even when I didn't find my mate, I didn't care about it at all because she was the only person I wanted to spend my time with. And now that I have found my mate, I still don't know if I want to be with anyone else other than Mia. I don't care if those brothers are around her. They are all leeches who want to benefit from her after they tried to kill her. I'm not going to allow them to do anything to her ever again. I'm going to protect her with my life, even if I have to fight them all the time. I bumped into her when it seemed like she was running away from something
Mia's POV It's a strange morning as my brother came to inform me about something happening on the border of the pack. He had to take most of the warriors to the border to fight against those people trying to invade them, and we were left with weak security around. But at least I still have people who would protect me. The fact that this is happening when they actually don't really have enemies is strange to me. How could they easily be attacked like that when they have a strong form of warriors? Could it be that something else is going on with this? Anyways, I wasn't able to talk to everyone else today, so I just went to my father's room to give him my daily dosage of treatment. And while I was doing it, I somehow felt dizzy and fell asleep. By the time I opened my eyes, I thought I saw someone sneaking around the room. I would have called for help in the past, but I didn’t do it. I just watched the person moving around to see what they wanted to do or take from us. But the per
Mia's POV A false alarm? Who could have given a false alarm like that and made them go to the border, only to get there and realize it was a waste of time? It felt like someone was planning to infiltrate this place when the security was weak. I suddenly realized what was going on. I pulled my brother to explain to him. "You know, someone just tried to kidnap me, and probably, they wanted to take me away so that they could poison our father more. Not just that, it seems like there are more spies in this pack than you think." "I disagree with you, Mia. There might be spies here, but there aren’t a lot of them. Our pack members are usually good people, and I don’t know what got into the guy that got caught spying," he defended. I should really stop talking to my brother about things like this. He’s as hopeless as I think he is. He's always defending the wrong things, and I don't even know what to do with him. Every time I try to talk to him about something important, he always
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