Mia's POVThe party continued to swirl around me in a dizzying blur of lights, music, and laughter, but my mind was elsewhere. Tristan had pulled me aside earlier, finally managing to get me away from the brothers and the chaos they brought with them.“I’m sorry, Mia,” Tristan said, his eyes searching mine. “I didn’t think the night would turn into this.”“It’s not your fault,” I replied, trying to ease his guilt.“It is,” he insisted. “I wanted tonight to be special for you. I wanted it to be about you and me, but…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “There are pack issues I can’t ignore. That’s the only reason I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you as I’d planned.”I studied his face, his genuine frustration and regret clear. “I understand,” I said softly. “You don’t have to explain yourself. You’re here, and that’s enough.”He gave me a small smile, his hand brushing against mine. “Thank you for understanding. But I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”I nodded, my
Mia's POVBut as I rounded the corner, I froze. Nathan was leaning casually against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. His smirk widened as soon as he saw me.“Fancy running into you here,” he said, pushing off the wall and blocking my path.I straightened my shoulders, refusing to let him see even a flicker of fear. “What do you want, Nathan?”He stepped closer, and I held my ground. “You know, you’ve been awfully bold tonight. Talking back, holding your head high. It’s… different.”“Maybe you should try it sometime,” I replied, crossing my arms.He chuckled, shaking his head. “Still got that smart mouth, I see. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.”Before I could move, he was suddenly in front of me, his hand bracing against the wall beside my head. His other hand grabbed my waist, pinning me in place.“You’re acting like you’re untouchable tonight, Mia,” he murmured, leaning closer. “But let’s see how long that lasts.”I tried to push him back, but his grip only tighten
MIA’S POVAs I walked away from the crowd, Tristan’s words about the white wolf echoed in my mind. Could it be true? Could I really be a white wolf, a reincarnation of the moon goddess herself? It sounded impossible, like something out of a legend. But then again, nothing about my life had been normal.“Ima,” I thought, reaching out to her through the mind link. “Is it true? Am I… a white wolf?”Her voice was calm and steady when it came. “Yes, Mia. You are a white wolf, the vortex wolf. That’s why you survived. That’s why your body heals faster than most. It’s why you feel this strength building inside you. It’s who you are.”Tears welled up in my eyes as the weight of her words sank in. “I could’ve died,” I whispered. “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.”“You wouldn’t have died easily, Mia,” Ima assured me. “Your body and spirit are built to endure far more than you can imagine. But yes, I was there, helping you, protecting you. And I always will be.”The tears slipped down
Tristan's POVMia was in my arms, her soft curves pressed against me as she tried to steady herself after tripping. Her hands clutched my shirt, and I could feel her warmth through the fabric. Her wide, startled eyes met mine, and for a moment, time stood still.Her lips—plump, pink, and so inviting—were mere inches away. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t hold back the desire that had been building inside me for so long.I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers grazing her soft skin. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”Her cheeks flushed, and I caught the slight parting of her lips, as though she were about to say something, but I didn’t give her the chance. I leaned down, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that I had dreamed about more times than I could count.At first, she was still, as if surprised, but then I felt her soften, her lips moving hesitantly against mine. That small gesture was all I needed. I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding to the small of her ba
Mia's POVI finally laid down on the plush bed, the soft lavender sheets cradling me in their comforting embrace. The room, so perfectly designed, felt like a sanctuary, but my mind refused to settle. My lips still tingled from the kiss with Tristan, and my heart raced every time I thought about how close we’d been."How could something so brief feel so intense?" I ran my fingers over my lips, replaying the moment in my head. His warmth, the way his hand cupped my face, the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the world—it was all so overwhelming."It was really different and a special kiss for the first time." I mumbled to myself.I closed my eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips, and eventually, sleep claimed me.When I woke, the morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I blinked, disoriented for a moment, before realizing where I was.I sat up, brushing my hair out of my face, and noticed something odd. My d
Mia's POVThe cold marble floor pressed against my back as I lay at the bottom of the stairs, listening to the commotion above. My ribs ached, my breathing shallow, but my wolf, Ima, worked quickly, knitting my bones back together and numbing the pain. I stayed still, my eyes closed, feigning helplessness to see how they would react.“Mia!” Xavier’s voice called out, his footsteps echoing as he rushed toward me. Nathan and Sean followed close behind.“She is a monster!” Layla shrieked from the top of the stairs. “She attacked me first ! And when I defence myself, she tripped on her own!”The brothers hesitated, exchanging glances. I felt their presence around me, but none of them dared to touch me.Of course they will take her side; how could I even expect them to listen to me and take my side?“She doesn’t have a wolf,” Nathan muttered. “That fall should’ve been fatal. How is she even breathing?”Yes, that's what you always thought for me and tormented me as much as you could. “She’
Xavier's POVMia's fall had left us stunned, but what shocked me more was how she stood up like nothing happened. No wolf, no mate bond to share strength, yet she walked away from an injury that should have left her broken—or worse.“She’s hiding something,” Sean said, pacing the room.Nathan leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed in thought. “There’s no way she could’ve survived that fall without a wolf. No human could heal like that.”“We’ve known she doesn’t have a wolf,” Sean added. “Unless…”“Unless she’s been lying to us,” Nathan finished,his hatred for her still there. I stayed silent, staring at the spot where Mia had been moments before. My mind churned with conflicting thoughts. If she was hiding a wolf, why? What could she possibly gain from keeping it a secret?She could show us that she is not an omega and won't be have treated the way she was treated by us. Scarlet burst into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. “Are you serious
Mia’s POVThe weekend felt like a lifeline. I finally had some space, some quiet, to figure out what I needed to do. Staying under Diego’s roof was safe, and Tristan’s presence gave me comfort, but I knew I couldn’t rely on them forever. I needed independence.With that thought in mind, I set out early in the morning, scouring the city for part-time work. The hustle and bustle of the streets distracted me from my swirling thoughts, and I felt determined to find something. Anything.The first café I stopped at had no vacancies. The manager was kind but firm, letting me know they’d just hired someone. The second store, a quaint bookstore, was the same story. By the third rejection, I was starting to feel disheartened.I stood outside a small diner, staring at the “Help Wanted” sign taped to the window. My hand hovered over the door handle, but I hesitated. Could I really do this? Balancing work, school, and whatever chaos the brothers were bound to throw my way?I took a deep breath and
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