ROLEX POVI saw the mole," I muttered, breaking the silence in the car. The words felt heavy on my tongue, like a confession.Xavier looked over at me, his eyes sharp with intensity. "The one on her shoulder?"I nodded, gripping the wheel until my knuckles turned white. "Yeah. It's her. There's no doubt. She's our mate." The truth of those words made my chest tighten.Xavier leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his face. His shoulders slumped with the weight of our past. "She's changed, though. She's not the same Mia we knew.""Of course, she's changed," I said, my voice laced with frustration. The anger—at ourselves, at the situation—burned in my chest. "We broke her, Xavier. What did you expect?" The memory of her tears from years ago clashed violently with the image of her confident smirk today.He didn't answer, but I could see the guilt etched across his face. It mirrored my own. His fingers drummed nervously against his thigh—a habit he'd developed whenever he felt overw
Mia’s POVI thought I had finally gotten rid of them. The brothers were in another city, far from me, and I assumed our paths wouldn’t cross again unless I wanted them to. That false sense of relief shattered the moment I walked into the dining room the next evening.I should’ve known better than to think I could avoid them. The moment I walked into the dining room and saw Xavier, Rolex, Nathan, and Sean seated at the table with my new family, my stomach dropped. My grip on the doorway tightened as I willed myself not to turn around and walk away.“Mia!” Uncle’s cheerful voice carried across the room. “Come, join us! We were just talking about you.”I forced a polite smile and walked forward, every step feeling heavier than the last. My wolf, Ima, growled in the back of my mind.“They’re here,” she said, her voice laced with frustration. “Why are they here?”“I don’t know,” I thought back, keeping my face neutral as I approached the table. “But I don’t like it.”As soon as I sat down,
MIA'S POVThe next morning, I woke up determined to stick to my plan. If I was going to outmaneuver them, I needed to play the part perfectly. The brothers had already shown they wouldn’t give up easily, so I would have to be smarter.When I saw them at breakfast, their eyes immediately landed on me. Rolex gave me a half-smile, Xavier watched me cautiously, and Nathan and Sean just stared as if trying to figure me out.I took a deep breath, plastering on the most apologetic expression I could muster. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for how I acted yesterday,” I began, clasping my hands in front of me. “I didn’t mean to get upset. I’ve just been... struggling a bit with my mental health.”Xavier leaned forward slightly, concern flickering across his face. “Struggling how?”I hesitated, lowering my gaze as if I were embarrassed. “It’s hard to explain,” I murmured. “But sometimes, I overreact. I’m trying to work through it, though.”Nathan narrowed his eyes, but his voice softened. “We didn’t
Tristan's POVThe moment I saw Mia in the restaurant, everything around me blurred. It was as if the world had stopped, leaving just the two of us in that small space. My chest felt tight, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the shock or the sheer relief of seeing her alive. Without thinking, I crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled her into my arms.“Mia,” I breathed, my voice shaky. “I thought I’d never see you again.”She stiffened for a moment, caught off guard, but then her body relaxed, and I felt her melt into the embrace. Her familiar warmth grounded me, and for the first time in years, the restless ache in my chest eased.“It’s me,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m here.”I pulled back slightly to look at her, my hands still holding her arms as if she might disappear if I let go. “Where have you been?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief and relief. “What happened to you? I—”Her lips pressed into a small, forced smile, and she shook her head. “It
MIA’S POVWalking back to my room after the conversation with Tristan, I felt a strange heaviness in my chest. I had told him to be with Daisy, and he had agreed. It was the right thing to do—for both of them. Daisy was kind and had been nothing but family to me, and Tristan deserved someone who could give him everything.But even knowing that didn’t stop the ache in my heart. Tristan was the one person I didn’t truly resent. He had searched for me, cared for me, and never treated me like I was worthless. He was the closest thing to a friend, maybe even more, and now, he belonged to Daisy.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone. My thoughts were tangled, and I felt torn between relief and sadness. Relief that Tristan had found someone like Daisy, and sadness that it wasn’t me.“You’re doing the right thing,” Ima whispered in my mind. “He’s not meant for us.”“I know,” I replied silently, sighing as I leaned back against the headboard. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”The
Mia's POVThe morning sun filtered through my curtains, and I stretched lazily in bed, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of the previous day. Daisy’s playful suggestion still echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile at how persistent she was. At least she had the right intentions, even if her ideas were chaotic.I was halfway through my morning routine when a knock echoed at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I opened it cautiously, only to freeze when I saw Tristan standing there, looking effortlessly composed.“Tristan?” I asked, blinking in surprise.“Good morning,” he greeted, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Daisy told me to stop by. She said she had to head out for something important but thought you and I could catch up.”I let out a slow breath, already piecing together Daisy’s plan. “Of course, she did,” I muttered under my breath.Tristan tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “Is this a bad time?”“No, no,” I said quickly, stepping aside to l
MIA'S POVI folded my arms and stared at Xavier with growing irritation as he blocked the path. His audacity was astounding. Standing there, his posture rigid and authoritative, he acted as if he had some right over me.“Tristan, leave,” Xavier demanded, his tone harsh and absolute.I clenched my fists, my patience snapping like a brittle thread. “Excuse me?” I stepped forward, my eyes locking with his. “Who do you think you are to tell me or my guest what to do?”Xavier’s jaw tightened as he looked at me, the possessive glint in his eyes making my stomach churn. “I’m just looking out for you. You don’t know him like I do,” he said, his voice firm but layered with frustration.I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Looking out for me? Don’t flatter yourself, Xavier. You’re nothing to me, and you don’t get to dictate who I spend time with.”Tristan placed a hand lightly on my arm, clearly sensing the rising tension. “Mia, it’s alright. I don’t want to cause trouble,” he said calml
MIA’S POVXavier’s arrival had sent the rogues scattering in fear. But not before he took care of a few. His movements were brutal, efficient, and without mercy. The two rogues he caught didn’t stand a chance, their screams echoing briefly before silence overtook the forest. The remaining ones didn’t hesitate—they ran, tails between their legs, knowing they couldn’t face an Alpha.I stood there frozen, watching as Xavier wiped his hands on his shirt, his sharp gaze sweeping the area to ensure there were no threats left. My heart was still racing, and I hated how his presence made me feel—safe and trapped all at once.“You should be more careful,” Xavier said, stepping closer, his eyes scanning me for injuries.I stiffened and moved a step back, my irritation flaring. “I didn’t ask for your help.”His lips twitched in a small, humorless smirk. “Clearly. If I hadn’t shown up, who knows what they would’ve done to you?”I shot back, though the truth gnawed at me. I had been moments away f
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