Mia's POVMy finger throbbed all night, a constant reminder of Nathan's cruelty. By morning, dark bruises painted my skin where I'd hit the floor."Let me drive you to school."I froze at Rolex's voice. He stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out a packed lunch. Behind him, Xavier had another bag."No." I moved toward the door, keeping distance between us. "I'll walk.""Don't be stubborn," Xavier said softly. "It's a long way—""I've walked it before." When they starved me, denied me rides, left me to fend for myself. "I can walk it again."I tried to brush past them, but suddenly they were both there, too close. Rolex's breath fanned across my neck while Xavier leaned down, his lips nearly brushing mine."You're hurt," Rolex murmured, his voice hypnotic. "Let us help.""Now you want to help?" My voice shook. "After everything you've done?"Xavier's fingers traced my injured hand. "We can make it better.""Don't touch me—"Before I could finish, Rolex scooped me up in his arms. I str
Tristan's POVI adjusted my posture as the two brothers approached, careful to school my expression into something neutral. Inside, I was annoyed churning in my chest. I didn't want to even glance them, I hated them so much. I'd already pieced together the truth about Mia's living situation, and the knowledge left a bitter taste in my mouth.The fact that she lived with them—Xavier and Rolex—was infuriating enough, but learning that they bullied her? That they hated her because her mother married with their father? It was disgusting. How could they even bully her? Fucking, they are alphas and still behave like freaking rogues. None of it was her fault, and yet they treated her like she was a stain on their perfect lives. She was already innocent like a petal, her eyes reflects her innocence and purity. That's how badly she was stuck in this mess. She was the girl, who couldn't even think of hurting a butterfly, so how could she be treated like a slave?Though, I hated them before I kn
Mia’s POVThe whispers followed me as I walked through the hallways, but something was different this time. There were no sneers, no insults spat in my direction. The usual taunts that had become a part of my daily routine were oddly absent.The silence wasn’t comforting, though. It felt strange, unsettling even, but I couldn’t deny the small bubble of relief that formed in my chest.By the time I reached my locker, I let out a soft murmur to myself. “At least one thing they did right.”I was sure this was my stepbrothers’ doing. Maybe their overbearing nature had finally worked in my favor. The bullies who had tormented me every day for months now avoided my gaze, whispering only among themselves. It didn’t matter how it happened; it was one less thing to worry about.As the day wore on, I found myself glancing at the clock more often than usual. My stomach churned with nervous energy, anticipation bubbling beneath the surface. By the time the final bell rang, I was nearly running ou
MIA’S POVPanic clawed at my chest as the car teetered on the edge of the cliff, the gravel beneath the tires shifting with every passing second. My hands gripped the edge of the seat so tightly that my nails dug into the fabric. The world around me blurred as fear consumed me, and my mind raced with desperate thoughts.I screamed, calling out for help. “Help me!”But when I looked outside, my heart shattered further. None of them—Nathan, Sean, Xavier, or Rolex—made any attempt to help me. They stood a few feet away, their focus on checking themselves over, brushing dirt off their clothes and arguing among themselves.Tears spilled down my cheeks as hopelessness set in. I was on the verge of giving up. They don’t care. They never did.My mind spiraled as I realized the truth I’d been avoiding for so long. I was nothing to them. Just an inconvenience, a reminder of a mother they hated. If I died here, if the car slipped over the edge, would they even care? Would they mourn? No. They wo
Tristan’s POVI drove away from the scene with one thought in mind—putting as much distance between us and her stepbrothers as possible. I could see their figures shrinking in the rearview mirror, and I knew they didn’t have enough time to shift and chase after me. Speed was my only advantage, and I wasn’t about to lose it.Mia was slumped in the passenger seat, unconscious. Her face was pale, and her breathing shallow, but steady. I glanced at her every few seconds, my chest tightening at the sight of her injuries. Blood from a cut on her forehead had dried, and she looked so fragile, so breakable, that it made my wolf restless.When we finally reached my pack’s territory, I didn’t waste a second. Pulling up to the main house, I rushed to her side of the car and carefully lifted her into my arms. She felt lighter than I remembered, as though she’d been carrying more than just physical weight.“Get the pack doctor here immediately,” I ordered as soon as I entered the house. My beta no
MIA’S POVI opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurry as the ceiling above me came into focus. The soft, familiar scent of pine and something earthy surrounded me, and it didn’t take long to realize where I was. This was the same room Tristan had brought me to before.For a moment, I lay still, the events from earlier rushing back to me like a flood. The car teetering on the cliff. The brothers laughing as I begged for help. The way they mocked me even after pulling the car back. And then Tristan… Tristan saving me.My heart raced as the memory of it all made my chest tighten.The sound of the door opening startled me, and I sat up abruptly, my pulse spiking. Tristan stepped into the room, his gaze immediately locking onto mine.“It’s just me,” Tristan said as he stepped inside.“You’re awake,” he said, walking toward the bed.I exhaled shakily, trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. He walked closer, his movements steady but careful, as though he didn’t want to startle me.“You’r
NATHAN’S POVIt took hours, but we finally tracked down where Tristan had taken her. Tristan’s new pack house wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t easy to get the information we needed without raising questions. By the time we left the bar, another car had been delivered to replace the one we wrecked earlier.The drive was tense, and I could feel the weight of my brothers’ stares on me. Rolex, sitting in the passenger seat, was the first to break the silence, glaring at me through the rearview mirror.“This is all your fault,” he snapped, his frustration barely contained.Xavier, sitting beside me in the backseat, shook his head in disapproval. “You shouldn’t have pushed her so far. She wouldn’t have run if you hadn’t pulled that stunt with the car.”I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the seat. “Spare me the lecture. You’re the ones who let her slip through our fingers. If you’d been paying attention, we wouldn’t be chasing after her like this.”“Don’t put this on us,” Rolex re
Mia's POVI opened my eyes slowly, my body still weak, but my mind racing with the realization that they were here. My stepbrothers had come for me, and the thought of what they might do sent a wave of panic through me. I could hear the muffled sounds of their raised voices outside the room, growing louder with each passing moment.My heart pounded as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the sharp sting of the IV pulling at my arm. I winced but didn’t stop, gripping the tubing and yanking it free. Blood welled up at the small puncture site, but I ignored it, my only thought being to get out before this turned into something worse.I knew Nathan. I knew how far he would go to prove a point, and with Tristan standing in their way, this could end in violence—maybe even a full-blown pack war. I couldn’t let that happen.The door creaked open, and I froze, caught halfway between the bed and the door. Nathan leaned against the doorframe, his smirk as sharp as ever.“Running away again?”
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
MIA’S POVI knew I couldn’t do this alone. Keith was smart, calculating, and already a step ahead. If I wanted to catch him and the traitors hiding in the pack, I needed everyone’s cooperation—even the people I didn’t fully trust yet.Calling the brothers and Tristan for a meeting was a risk, but one I had to take.I didn’t tell Lucas. Not yet. He was still my brother, but I wasn’t blind to the hesitation in his eyes when it came to Keith. There was a softness there, a part of him that still saw his cousin as family. And right now, I couldn’t afford that weakness.The tension in the room was suffocating when they arrived. The brothers—Xavier, Nathan, Rolex, and Sean—stood on one side, possessive, protective, watching me like I would vanish if they looked away.Tristan stood on the other, arms crossed, jaw clenched, his golden eyes flickering with something unreadable.It was a miracle they weren’t already at each other’s throats.I exhaled slowly and stood between them, meeting each o