Isla's POV
The merger was successful and father's coronation happened a few days ago. But it was not without some minor disturbances. When the news was announced to the members of the Black Moon Pack, they refused to believe it and asked to see their Alpha, Zane.
Of course that is out of the question so I had Blade use a little persuasion on them. Once one person was badly wounded and beaten to a pulp, the other pack members saw reason and complied.
I have the entire military force of both the Black Moon and Rain Forest Packs, none of the Pack members would be able to go against me unless they had a death wish.
Thus, though we had to use a little coercion, all the members of the Black Moon Pack were present for father's coronation and now everyone knows him as the supreme Alpha.
There is no longer a Rain Forest or Black Moon Pack. From now on, both packs have become known collectively as the Moon Forest Pack.
A lot of adjustments are s
Isla's POVThere was a knock on the door and Blade walked into the room. Talia excused herself immediately while I took a seat on the rocking chair, balancing the baby on my lap.I grabbed the bottle with the already prepared baby formula, it was still warm thankfully.I balanced the baby in my arms, cradling his head properly before proceeding to feed him from the bottle.He's a peaceful baby. He rarely cries, unless he's hungry or the “urges” come. He drank from his bottle quietly while Blade watched me intently, not speaking a word.“If you have something on your mind, you should go ahead and say it.” I prompt, not taking my eyes off the child in my lap.“You're surprisingly good at this.” He said casually and I scoffed.“He's my son. If I don't care for him, who will? Just because I destroy and betray people doesn't mean I can't be a good mother.I've always wanted to be
Jaselyn's POVSince our little moment in the kitchen, I have to admit I've been looking forward to spending more time with Rion.The doctor has finally confirmed that I'm healthy and strong enough to go back to my routine life so I'm no longer restricted to my room like a prisoner.Today is the day that Rion and I finally appear before Alpha Xyne. I feel really nervous because not only is he the Alpha of this Pack but he's Rion's father and by extension, my father in-law. And yes, I definitely feel the pressure to impress.I haven't gotten close enough with Rion's birth family, at least not as much as I would like to. Luna Daryna and I have a cordial relationship, we chat casually every now and then but there's still an air of formality.Not because she's the Luna of the Pack but because she's always busy, handling a lot of things so there's barely any chance to see her.Larose is still keeping her distance, she only sends a shor
Jaselyn's POVLuna Daryna passed Rion a new pair of gloves as he moved towards Alpha Xyne.“Dear, this is Rion, our long lost son.” Luna Daryna introduced.Rion stood by Alpha Xyne's bedside and I saw the older man's eyes blink as if in disbelief before widening in surprise. A heartwarming smile followed next.“It….. It really is you. My son…..” Alpha Xyne rasped, slowly reaching out a trembling hand to touch Rion.Rion seemed to hesitate for a bit but finally reached out and took the older man's hand, gently squeezing it in reassurance.“You shouldn't stress yourself, I'm right here.” Rion said and I saw Luna Daryna's eyes fill with tears.“Bless you, child. You've made…. this old man very happy.” Alpha Xyne said, voice filled with emotion.“For so many years have I lived with the pain of not being able to protect you, of failing you as a pa
Larose’s POVUnwanted. A substitute. Second best. An afterthought. That's how I've felt my entire life. Why, you might ask? Well, because I was born 2 minutes too late.No one knows how much I've suffered, how neglected I've felt this whole time.I despise him.I hate him so much that the mere sight of him makes me sick. I absolutely abhor the fact that we share the same DNA. He shouldn't be a part of this family, he shouldn't exist at all.RionThe brother that has haunted me all my life despite not being physically present or having a name. Actually, he did have a name.Until we met him in person, mother called him Aeron. It was the name she had intended to give him before he got lost.Being born a girl to an Alpha father can be quite unfortunate but being born as a female twin to a missing future heir is far worse.I felt practically invisible. Until I grew up to a knowledgeable age, before we knew h
Larose's POV I thought things would be different once I met my mate and got married but once again, I turned out to be nothing but an afterthought.I met Nathan at my high school graduation, he had come with a friend whose sister was also graduating.I could have never expected to meet my mate on that day but it was love at first sight. Maybe.Or it was just wishful thinking, unrealistic expectations. I thought I had finally met the one who would treasure me and love me unconditionally, put me above all else.I saw the red flags, I'm not dumb, but I chose to ignore them simply because he was sweet. He was a manipulator. He quickly realized I had self esteem issues and a nasty habit of trying to please so he focused on my weakness and love bombed me, telling me everything I wanted to hear.I somehow deluded myself into believing all of it was true. I told myself that he was my mate and the moon goddess had paired us for a reason. It was nothing but a flimsy excuse, a deluded defense f
Larose's POVHe went on to say how the compliments and promises were all lies and he didn't reject me simply because I was so pitiful.He reminded me that I would never be anyone's favorite or first choice. I would continue to live my life as an extra, a last resort that people only considered because they couldn't get what they wanted.He went further and said that if I left him, I would be alone forever because not only was I undesirable, I was also pregnant with his child and no one would want someone like that.I should have resisted, fought back, slapped him, screamed at him, said fuck you and divorced his ass but instead I believed it because deep down I had already created this inferiority complex, he only said what I had been bottling this whole time, displaying my fears before my very eyes. I was speechless and scared. So very terrified. I didn't…want to be alone. Not anymore. I wanted to have something, someone, even if it was a horrible, narcissistic, lying, cheating basta
Jaselyn's POVLarose eyed me intently before releasing an exaggerated sigh.“You want to go now?”“Yes, if you're not too busy.” I replied with a forced smile.Rion who was standing behind me opened up our bond.A flurry of warmth engulfed me as he spoke through our mind link.‘What are you doing?’‘Just trust me and play along.’He nodded and closed our bond and the loss of that familiar warmth almost made me frown.“Yeah, we haven't had a chance to explore the Pack yet. This is my homeland after all, it's only fair that I get to see it properly.” Rion joined in, standing beside me.“I guess I can't say no to the future Alpha.” Larose said with a taut smile and I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic.“Let me change into something more suitable.” She said and left, giving me a chance to speak to Rion alone.&l
Jaselyn's POV“How may I help you?” He asked but his eyes still remained fixed on Larose who visibly shrinked from the attention.“Who might you be? I've never seen you in this Pack before and this house is supposed to belong to Mr and Mrs Windsommer.” Larose interrogated.He was about to speak when the door opened wider and a brown haired but beautiful middle aged woman walked out.“Who do we have at the door?” She directed the question at the redhead as she turned her gaze to us and her face lit up with both joy and recognition.“Rion dear, you're here.” She beamed and rushed over to where he stood, hugging him tightly.“Mum, I'm glad to see you.” Rion breathed, hugging back and resting his head on her shoulder. I've never met Rion's adoptive parents but from what I'm seeing, it fills me with joy to see that he seems to have a very close relationship with them.Now I
Celio's POV The wooden floor creaked under my knees as I scrubbed away at the dirt, pushing the rag back and forth with all the strength my small, 8 year old body could muster. The chill of the mountain wind seeped through the cracks in the old walls, biting at my skin. My hands were raw and red, the rough texture of the rag scraping against my knuckles. I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind the pain, the hunger gnawing at my stomach, or the loneliness that pressed on me like an iron weight. I was used to it.I glanced out the cracked window at the gray sky that mirrored my feelings. The little shack we lived in sat at the base of the mountain, far away from any Pack. Isla had always told me that it was better this way—away from the people who would look at me and know that I wasn’t wanted, that I was abandoned by the very woman who should have loved me most.“Your mother didn’t want you, Celio,” Isla would say, her voice sharp and filled with disdain. “She threw you away like you were nothing
Luka's POV The day started out like any other. Mika, Sawyer, and I were playing in the woods behind the palace, chasing each other through the trees, our laughter echoing in the air. At seven years old, we were pretending to be fierce wolves on a hunt, leaping over fallen logs and dodging branches. It was perfect, like it always was when we were together.But then everything changed in an instant.I heard the thud first—a sound so sharp and heavy that it made my heart skip a beat. I stopped and turned around, the world seeming to move in slow motion as I saw Mika crumple to the ground, his face twisted in pain.“Mika!” I shouted, racing back to him. The sight that met me made my stomach lurch. His leg was twisted at an odd angle, and there was blood—so much blood—pouring out of a long, deep gash along his shin. It covered the grass, bright and red, and kept coming. I couldn’t breathe.Sawyer came running up, her eyes huge and frightened as she saw the blood. “Luka, what happened?” sh
Jaselyn's POV I took his hand, and he pulled me close, holding me from behind as we swayed gently to the music. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, you know that? Even after everything, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m the luckiest man alive to have you.”Tears pricked my eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness this time. They were tears of happiness, of gratitude. “Rion… you don’t know how much that means to me.”He kissed my neck softly. “You mean everything to me, Jas.”Suddenly, the music stopped, and a projector flickered on. I turned to see a slideshow of pictures—our memories together. Photos of us when we first arrived at the Pack, a few of the whole family, some from the day of our mating ceremony, which also doubled with the coronation, pictures of us as Alpha and Luna at a few events, including one of us at the Peace Ball. Pictures of me with the twins when they were born and finally, pictures of us with Luka and Mika. I
Jaselyn’s POVExhausted didn’t even begin to cover how I felt. I was beyond it. No, it was more like EXHAUSTED in capital letters, underlined and bold. It had been a few days since Luka and Mika were born, and though I’d prepared myself for the sleepless nights and constant feeding, nothing could have readied me for the complete overwhelm of being a new mother to two newborns at the same time. Rion helped as much as he could. He was always there, doing everything in his power to make things easier for me. But there was only so much even he could do. There were things I had to handle myself—breastfeeding, comforting them when they both decided to cry at the same time, managing the constant pain in my body that hadn’t fully recovered from the trauma of childbirth.Luka was a good feeder. He latched on almost immediately, eager to nurse, but Mika wasn’t doing as well. He struggled with breastfeeding, and that meant more time spent trying to get him to eat, more time stressing about whet
Jaselyn's POVFive years have passed since the birth of our twin boys.And in those years, Luka and Mika had grown into mischievous, spirited children who constantly kept me on my toes. They were inseparable, their bond unbreakable, and they moved through life with a shared sense of curiosity and adventure.Completely identical, they inherited the dominant Solstice genes with their ebony black hair, deep green eyes, and strikingly beautiful features. They were so similar in appearance that even their grandmother couldn’t tell them apart.Only Rion and I could tell which was Luka and which was Mika, and the boys often used this to their advantage, tricking everyone around them. But when they weren’t up to mischief, they were the sweetest children imaginable—kind, considerate, and always eager to bring a smile to my face.They were the best of friends, always looking out for each other. If one fell ill,
Rion's POV“That’s it, Luna,” the midwife encouraged. “The hardest part is over. Just one more push, and we’ll have him out.”Jaselyn nodded weakly, her face pale and slick with sweat. She gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling as she summoned the last of her strength. With a final, desperate scream, she pushed again, her body arching off the bed as she bore down with everything she had left.The baby slipped free with a gush of fluid and blood, his tiny body wriggling and slick in the midwife’s hands. “It’s a boy!” she announced, holding him up for us to see, his loud, piercing cries filling the room.My heart swelled with emotion as I gazed at our son, his tiny face scrunched up in a wail, his fists clenched and shaking. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at Jaselyn. “He’s beautiful,” I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. “Jas, you did it. You gave us a
Rion's POVI slammed my fist against the desk, sending papers flying. The frustration had been building for months, and now it was boiling over. "Dammit!" I cursed, pacing the room in a futile attempt to calm myself. We had conquered the Rain Forest Pack with ease, but it had been a hollow victory. Hadrian, that fool, had chosen to die rather than betray his cousin, Isla. He'd poisoned himself before we could get any information out of him. Another dead end.The Fishers were a twisted bunch. Part of me relished the thought of wiping them out for good, to rid the world of their poison. Isla had slipped through our fingers, and I was beginning to fear we’d never find her. If I could only get my hands on her, I would make her pay for taking Celio. She would wish she had never been born.Blade had been another disappointment, another dead end in our search for Celio. We had pushed him to his absolute limits, hoping that the pain and pressure would force
Jaselyn's POV“Maybe we could…shower together?” I suggested hesitantly. “It might help me relax.”Rion smiled softly, his eyes filled with understanding. “That sounds like a great idea. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”We both undressed completely, and I followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right, then we stepped under the warm spray together.The water cascaded over us, washing away the tension and the grime from the day. Rion wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me close as the water streamed down our bodies. I leaned back against him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my back. His touch was gentle, his hands moving over my skin with care, never lingering too long in one place.He washed my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp in slow, soothing circles. I closed my eyes, letting myself relax under
Jaselyn's POVI agreed to see Nae, but only because I needed to know if she could give me any information about where Isla might have taken Celio. It was my only lead, and I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers, no matter how much I despised Nae.Before heading to see her, I turned to Rion. His clothes were torn and stained with dirt and blood from the battle. He looked tired, and I could see the weariness in his eyes despite his usual confident stance. He needed rest, and he needed to be taken care of. After everything he had done for me, it was the least I could do for him.“Come with me,” I said softly, taking his hand. I led him back to our bedroom, feeling a mixture of nerves and determination. “Rion, I want our lives to go back to normal,” I began, my voice wavering slightly. “I want to feel close to you again.”He looked at me with a mix of surprise and concern. “Jas, you don’t h