MIA’S POVI could still feel my heart pounding as I stared at them. My uncle. Damon. The two people I thought I could trust.I finally thought that I have safest place in the world, without any lies, without any deceit, and again I was proved wrong.My uncle let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples like this conversation was exhausting him. "We knew from the beginning, Mia. We investigated everything after we found you, but you never spoke about it, so we didn't push you."My breath hitched. I felt like someone had just knocked the air out of my lungs. "You knew what they did to me… and you still let them near me?"Damon crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "It wasn’t an easy decision."I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "Easy? You call letting my abusers follow me around like bodyguards not easy?"My uncle's gaze softened, but I didn't want his sympathy."We did what was necessary," he stated. "They are strong Alphas, Mia. The best protection you can have."My stomach
MIA’S POVI blinked at Nathan, tilting my head slightly as if trying to figure out if he had lost his mind.I had to keep acting. Keep pretending. Keep smiling in a way that told him I was nothing more than a stranger who found him amusing at best and pathetic at worst. But deep down, my hands were curled into fists so tightly my nails were digging into my skin.How dare he?Nathan Atwood, the same man who once delighted in my suffering, was now standing here acting like he had some grand revelation? That he had suddenly found his heart, his soul, and realized I was the one he loved?"You must be sick," I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him.It was laughable.Nathan frowned. "Mia—"I held up a finger, cutting him off. "No, no, I’m serious. Maybe you hit your head somewhere. Or maybe you’re just hallucinating." I waved a hand in front of his face. "Should I call someone? A doctor, perhaps?"Nathan exhaled, his shoulders stiffening. "I’m not sick."I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Then why
MIA’S POVI leaned against the railing of the balcony, watching the horizon as the sun slowly began to dip, painting the sky in hues of deep orange and purple. A small smirk tugged at my lips as I thought about the impossible errand I had sent Nathan on.The Nashor Pack.A place where his presence would be nothing less than an invitation for bloodshed. They despised his pack, and if he had any sense left, he would have turned back the moment he reached their borders. That was the whole point—I wanted him to give up. I wanted him to quit this ridiculous act of his.Love? Regret?He had no right to feel those things, not after everything he did.I waited, fully expecting to hear that he had failed, that he had come running back, realizing that his so-called devotion wasn’t worth the risk. But when the large doors swung open, my breath hitched.Nathan walked in, his shirt torn, his knuckles bloodied, and a fresh bruise blooming across his cheekbone.But in his hand, he held the rose.The
NATHAN POVA dull ache throbbed in my side as my eyes fluttered open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, the scent of fresh linen and antiseptic filling my senses.Where the hell was I?I sat up slowly, expecting the pain to hit me, but… nothing. I placed a hand over my side, where I knew I had been stabbed. The wound was gone. Not even a scar remained.That wasn’t normal.A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and a maid stepped in, carrying a tray of food. She gasped when she saw me awake.“You’re up,” she murmured, setting the tray down.I swung my legs over the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness. “How long was I out?”“Only a few hours.”That didn’t make sense. I should have been unconscious for at least a day. Maybe more. My body wasn’t weak, but healing that fast? Impossible.My eyes narrowed. “Who treated me?”The maid hesitated. “A… miracle doctor.”I frowned. “A miracle doctor?” That was a vague answer. Too vague.She nodded quickly, gathering the empty glass on th
MIA’S POVFrom the window, I watched them. All four of them.Standing outside like lost puppies, their arms crossed, looking like they were on some kind of mission. It was almost comical—four powerful Alphas reduced to this.But the longer I stared, the more my irritation boiled over into something darker.Just yesterday, they had the audacity to accuse me of trying to kill Nathan. They yelled at me, pointed fingers, acted like I was some kind of criminal—when I was the stupid one who actually saved him!I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. What a joke.They didn’t deserve kindness. They didn’t deserve anything from me. The only thing they deserved was punishment.And yet here they were, standing there like bodyguards, as if I needed their protection.I rolled my eyes and yanked the curtain shut. Idiots.A knock on my door made me groan. "What now?""Princess, Alpha Damon is calling for you," a maid announced.I sighed, snatching my phone off the dresser. Just what I n
MIA’S POVI stood still, my heart pounding as I watched the scene unfold.The men who had surrounded us weren’t here to attack me. No, they had come for the brothers. But the moment the leader stepped forward, I recognized him.Osper, the Beta of Nashor Pack.His sharp eyes landed on me, scanning me from head to toe before nodding in approval. “Princess Mia,” he greeted, his tone respectful. “We were sent to check on you and escort you safely.”I blinked, caught off guard. They weren’t here for a fight?Then I realized—they had no intention of welcoming the Atwood brothers.And I didn’t care.I stepped past the brothers without hesitation, completely ignoring them. Let them deal with this themselves.“I appreciate your concern,” I responded smoothly, my expression unreadable. “Let’s go. I have an errand to run.”I felt Xavier’s eyes burn into my back, but I didn’t turn around.I refused to defend them.Not after everything they’d done to me.Nathan called after me. “Mia—”I kept walki
Mia’s POVThe storm raged outside, the wind howling like a beast trapped in a cage. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows against the wooden walls, making the small space feel even more suffocating. I had tried to keep myself awake, but exhaustion crept in, my body betraying me as my eyelids grew heavy.I barely noticed the soft touch at first. The gentle way fingers brushed against my hair, tucking a damp strand behind my ear. A warmth lingered close—too close.My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring straight into Nathan’s face.My breath caught, panic clawing at my chest. He was right there, hovering over me, his face inches from mine. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, his fingers still grazing my cheek.The moment snapped.I shot up, pushing myself away from him as fast as I could. “What the hell are you doing?”Nathan’s hands lifted in surrender, his lips twitching into something almost amused. “Relax, Princess. You had a hair strand sticking t
SEAN'S POVThe pain twisted through my side, sharp and unforgiving. My fingers pressed against the wound, feeling the sticky warmth of fresh blood seeping through my shirt. My breathing grew heavier, my body betraying me. This wasn't supposed to happen.I should have healed already.This is wrong. So wrong. My wolf should have kicked in by now, mending the wound, erasing the pain. Something's interfering with my abilities.I clenched my jaw, forcing my body to stay still, but the burning sensation only intensified, spreading like wildfire. My mind screamed at me—poison. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. Someone had done this on purpose. Someone wanted me to suffer.Who would do this? Who would know how to create something that could disable a wolf's healing? The list of people with that knowledge is short. The list of people who hate me enough to use it is not.And the worst part?I deserved it.Every moment of this agony is karma. The universe collecting its debt for al
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