Rion's POV
I stormed away from the dinner table, my entire body thrumming with rage. The mere presence of Jinu was a poison to my system, his smug face and arrogant attitude making my blood boil. I hated that I had to sit next to the traitor, to endure his incessant attempts to rile me up. The feel of his hand on my thigh was like a brand, and the urge to snap his neck right then and there was almost unbearable. But I had promised Jas I would behave, and that promise weighed heavily on me now.
As I made my way to our room, I could feel the disgust rising in my throat. The thought of Jinu touching me, even in such a minor way, was revolting. I needed to wash off the filth, to cleanse myself of his touch. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower and let the scalding water pour over me, hoping it would wash away the memories that were now flooding my mind.
Ziarre's death replayed in my head like a broken record. Her frail body hooked up to machines
Rion's POVI signed off the last document of the day with a sigh of relief, feeling the weight of responsibility lift slightly from my shoulders. Handing it to Rafayel, I watched as he scanned it quickly, his eyes moving methodically over the lines of text. He gave a satisfied nod, signaling his approval."Thank you, Alpha," Rafayel said, looking up from the paper with a respectful gaze."You're welcome," I replied, glancing at the wall clock. It was just 3:15 PM. My thoughts drifted to Jaselyn, and a smile crept onto my face as I imagined her waiting for me, her presence a comforting and energizing thought. "I think I'll spend the rest of the day with Jas." I mumbled to myself, excitement building in my chest.Rafayel's voice interrupted my reverie, bringing me back to the present. "Alpha, Gamma Erik is training some new recruits. He'd like you to come and take a look, ensure everything meets your standards. We have a specific training regimen, and
Jaselyn’s POVFour months had passed since Rion and I found out about my pregnancy, and I was now twenty weeks along. The journey had been filled with more surprises than I could have ever imagined. One of the biggest surprises was Jinu. He had turned out to be an exceptional assistant. I noticed that he was so much like Ziarre in many ways. His attention to detail, his quiet yet attentive presence, and his dedication to ensuring everything ran smoothly were all reminiscent of Ziarre. We had become good friends, often spending hours talking about anything and everything. It was almost easy to forget that he was the boy who had killed Ziarre.But something felt...off. Jinu was always around, following me everywhere except at night when I joined Rion in our bedroom. His presence had become a constant in my daily routine, from morning meetings to afternoon strolls. He was often with us during the day too, and I had started noticing how Jinu looked at Rion. It wasn&r
Jinu's POVI couldn’t believe it. Twins. She’s having twins. The news burned inside me like a wildfire, searing through my insides, consuming me with an inferno of rage and jealousy. Every word I heard felt like my chest was being torn apart, the flames licking at my heart with every beat.I hate her happiness, every single smile that lights up her face, every laugh that escapes her lips. But more than that, I despise that she’s the reason for Rion’s joy. Every time I see his eyes light up when he looks at her, it feels like someone is driving a dagger deeper into my heart. The thought of them together, their happiness shared, makes my blood boil.For the past four months, being around her has been like breathing through a straw—suffocating, unbearable. Each day felt like I was drowning, gasping for air while being pulled under by the weight of my own hatred. I had to become her perfect aide, adopting Ziarre’s mann
Jinu's POVThe Peace Ball was in full swing, the Grand Hall filled to the brim with Pack members. Laughter and merriment echoed off the walls, creating a symphony of joy that reverberated through the opulent space. The Pack was dressed in their finest, an array of elegant dresses and sharp suits that glittered under the grand chandeliers.The air was thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfumes and colognes, an intoxicating blend that heightened the festive atmosphere. Jewels sparkled on wrists and necks, catching the light, and the shimmer of silks added a fluid grace to every movement.I watched from the shadows, my heart pounding with anticipation. Everything has been going perfectly with my plan so far. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the carefree smiles and the celebratory toasts, while my mind replayed the pivotal moments leading up to this point.Jaselyn, like the fool she was, had handed the drugged wine to Rion without a s
Jaselyn's POVJinu’s eyes widened with terror, his expression shifting from shock to pure fear. “How did you find out about my plan?” he demanded, his voice trembling, every word laced with desperation.I allowed myself a cold, confident smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “You weren’t exactly subtle, Jinu. You probably took me for a fool, but I’ve never been one. My kindness is my only weakness, but I would rather kill a thousand enemies than let history repeat itself. I will protect my children with everything I have.” I rubbed my bump protectively, feeling the strength of my resolve surge through me like a powerful current, grounding me in my purpose.Jinu’s confusion was palpable, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape, his mind racing to find a way out of this unexpected trap. "What do you mean? I was so careful!"I shook my head slowly, savoring the fear in his eyes. "A week
Jaselyn's POVThe Peace Ball was a huge success. The Grand Hall had been alive with music, laughter, and joy, the Pack members mingling and dancing until the early hours of the morning. Varieties of food and refreshments were in abundance. The chandeliers cast a golden glow over the revelers, their light reflecting off the glittering dresses and sharp suits, creating an almost magical atmosphere. The air was filled with the scent of roses and freshly made desserts, mingling with the perfumes worn by the Pack members. Conversations buzzed, and the sound of clinking glasses added to the festive ambiance.As the night drew to a close and the guests began to leave, Rion and I quietly slipped away to check on Jinu. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and dread as we approached the room where we had left him. The corridor was eerily silent, a stark contrast to the joyful noise of the Grand Hall.Rion opened the door cautiously, and we stepped inside. The sight
Jaselyn's POVLian looked stunned. “Yes, he is. How do you know?”Luna Daryna’s eyes filled with emotion. “Your mother, Arici, was my best friend.”Lian’s eyes softened, and a mixture of sadness and warmth filled them. “You knew my mother?”“Yes,” Luna Daryna said, her voice choked with emotion. “She was like a sister to me. We grew up together in the Redmond Pack. Before I married Alpha Xyne and became Luna of the Blue Solstice Pack, I was originally from the Redmond Pack. Arici and I were inseparable from childhood. She found her mate first—Kirk Redmond, your father. After I found my mate and moved to Blue Solstice, we lost contact. I had no idea you were her son.”Lian nodded, the memories clearly painful as he began to recount his past. “My mother died when I was six years old. After her death, my father took another mate. She had a son from a previous rel
Jaselyn’s POVAs soon as I opened my eyes, my head pounded and my vision was hazy, as if I were seeing the world through a thick fog. Slowly, the blurriness began to clear, and I became aware of the faint light filtering into the room. My thoughts were sluggish, struggling to piece together what had happened. I remembered being in the market, searching for a gift for Rion, and then….. nothing. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of the disjointed memories.As my vision sharpened, I realized I was in a strange place—a decently furnished living room, though unfamiliar. The room was dimly lit, with shadows clinging to the corners. The furniture was simple but well-kept: a couch, a coffee table, a few chairs. It looked ordinary, almost cozy, but the dread pooling in my stomach made it anything but.I tried to move, but my hands and legs were tied tightly to the chair I was sitting in. The ropes dug into my skin, rough and unforgiving. I winced