Mia’s POVThe tension in the air was almost suffocating as I stepped into the living room. Scarlet and Layla were waiting for me, their expressions smug and predatory. Behind them, the brothers stood like silent spectators, their gazes locked on me as if they were waiting for a show to begin.“You were the one who punched us,” Scarlet sneered, crossing her arms. “The little saint who thinks she can walk all over us and get away with it.”I stopped in my tracks, my eyes narrowing slightly. I had no idea what they planned, but I could tell it wasn’t going to be pleasant. My instincts screamed at me to turn and walk away, but I knew that would only encourage them.“Aren’t you fed up of your lies?” I asked, keeping my tone as calm as I could.Layla smirked, stepping forward. “We want answers, Mia. What happened last night? How did we end up unconscious on the floor?”I blinked at them, feigning confusion. “You’re asking me? I thought you two fought each other. At least, that’s how it look
XAVIER’S POVMia had been acting different lately, and it wasn’t just a subtle shift. She was colder, more confident, and completely unbothered by our presence. It was as if she had decided that we didn’t matter anymore. The thought alone made my jaw tighten. Something had changed in her, and I couldn’t figure out what.“She’s hiding something,” Rolex muttered, leaning against the wall as we watched her leave the house for the third time this week.“She’s always hiding something,” Nathan scoffed. “The question is what.”Sean looked between us, his brow furrowed. “Are we really doing this? Spying on her? It’s not like she’s out there plotting against us.”“She might be,” I said, my voice sharp. “She’s been different ever since Diego mentioned the curse. We need to know what she’s up to.”Sean sighed, but didn’t argue. Rolex straightened up, his expression hard. “Then let’s follow her.”When she stopped as she was stepping out of the house, I decided I’d had enough. Moving in front of h
Mia’s POVThe fight escalated so quickly I barely had time to process what was happening. Xavier and Rolex had Tristan pinned, their movements sharp and ruthless as they aimed strike after strike. Sean hovered nearby, his fists clenched, ready to jump in at any moment.“Stop this!” I yelled, trying to push past Nathan, who was blocking my way with a smug expression.“This doesn’t concern you,” Nathan said, watching the fight like it was a show put on for his entertainment.“It concerns me because you’re all trying to kill him!” I shoved past him, but he caught my arm, holding me back as if I were some delicate piece of glass.“Let them handle it. He started this.”“He didn’t start anything,” I snapped, jerking my arm free.I darted toward the fight, but the chaos made it nearly impossible to get close. Tristan was strong, holding his own against two alphas, but I could see he was tiring. The sharpness of his movements dulled, his breathing grew heavier, and his defenses began to falte
Xavier’s POVMia’s words hit me like a freight train. Reject me. She hadn’t shouted, hadn’t pleaded, but the weight of those three words was enough to shake me to my core.I stood there, frozen, watching her retreating back as she stormed toward the stairs. She didn’t even glance over her shoulder. Not once. It was like we didn’t exist to her anymore—as if the bond we shared meant absolutely nothing.Nathan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “What the hell is her problem?” He marched toward the stairs, his face contorted in anger.“Nathan, don’t,” I said sharply, stepping in his way.“She’s asking for rejection, Xavier!” he growled, his eyes blazing. “She’s making a fool out of us. We’re the Alphas, and she thinks she can demand this from us? Hell no.”“She’s not wrong,” Sean muttered from the corner, his voice low but cutting.Nathan spun around, his glare narrowing in on Sean. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Sean didn’t flinch. “It means she has a point. We’ve done nothing but t
Mia’s POVThe moment I closed the door to my room, the tears began to fall. I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them stream down my face as I sank onto the edge of the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My chest ached, not just from the chaos of the night but from the emotional toll that seemed never-ending.Ima, my wolf, growled in the back of my mind. “You should have stopped them. You could have put them in their place, Mia.”I shook my head, the thought of fighting them making my stomach churn. “I can’t, Ima. If they find out what we are—what I am—it’ll only make things worse. Do you think they’ll treat me any better knowing I’m stronger than them?”Her growl softened into a sigh. “You’re underestimating yourself. You’ve let them hurt you for too long. They don’t deserve your restraint.”I buried my face in my hands, exhaustion washing over me. “Maybe. But I don’t want this fight right now. I just want peace, Ima. I want them to leave me alone.”Her silence was
Mia’s POVBy the time we pulled up in front of his house, my palms were slick with sweat. I paid the driver and stepped out, staring up at the elegant building. It was much quieter than the chaotic mess I had just left behind, and I found myself hesitating.What if this is a mistake?Before I could second-guess myself, the door opened, and Tristan stood there, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me.“Mia,” he said, stepping forward. “What are you doing here?”I felt a lump rise in my throat. “I needed to see you. Are you… okay?”He smiled faintly, his gaze softening as he stepped aside to let me in. “You’re the one sneaking out in the middle of the night, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”As I entered the house, I couldn’t help but notice how much better he looked. His skin was no longer pale, and the wounds I had seen earlier were completely gone. It was like the attack never happened.“You’re… healed,” I murmured, my fingers brushing against his arm as if to confirm he was real.Tr
MIA’S POVI barely made it past the hallway, my heart hammering against my ribs. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I should've been more careful sneaking back in. My palms were already sweating when a shadow fell over me.Sean.His golden eyes burned into mine, predatory and knowing. My stomach twisted with dread and something else—something I refused to acknowledge."Were you with him?" His voice slid over me like velvet wrapped around a blade."I was not with anyone," I lied, fighting to keep my voice steady while panic clawed at my throat. Don't let him see you're afraid. Never show weakness.His smirk unfurled slowly, knowingly. "Not with anyone?" The word dripped with mockery. "Then why do you smell like him, sweetheart? Like you've been running?"Shit. Fear shot through me, cold and sharp. He knows.Sean moved closer until I could feel his heat radiating against my skin. My breath quickened traitorously. Why does my body react to him this way? I hate him. I HATE him."Lying to your mate n
MIA’S POVThe door had slammed shut behind Sean, and I was leaning against it, my chest heaving. My hands were trembling as I pressed them to the wood, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions raging inside me. The truth Sean had revealed about my mother had been hitting me like a sledgehammer, and the pieces of my shattered reality were feeling too sharp to handle.My mother—framed. I had known her better than anyone. She wasn’t perfect, but she wasn’t the manipulative monster they had painted her to be. They had been blaming her for their pain, for their broken family, and in doing so, they had been making me their scapegoat.I was sinking to the floor, my heart pounding. Fear was wrapping around me like a vice. The realization of just how dangerous my situation was had been making my stomach churn. I wasn’t just dealing with possessive mates; I had been trapped with people capable of ruining lives to serve their purpose.“They’ll never stop,” Ima had been growling in the back of my
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