Jinu's POV
I 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
Jaselyn's POVBefore I could say anything, Zane took off his shirt, and I gasped in shock. There, on his chest, was a large scar, angry and jagged, marring his otherwise smooth skin. The wound was unmistakable— clearly a gunshot wound that had healed over time but still held the story of a violent and near-fatal injury.“This is from when I tried to escape five months ago,” Zane began, his voice strained with the memory. “I couldn’t stand being a prisoner any longer. With Nae’s help, I made a plan to leave the Pack, to find you and make things right. But Isla caught me. Blade was there too, and he didn’t hesitate. He shot me.”My hand flew to my mouth as I took in the sight of the scar, the reality of his words sinking in. He continued, his voice thick with the weight of the past.“I thought I was going to die, right there in the woods,” he said, his eyes distant, as if he were reliving the
Jaselyn's POV“I already have a mate, Zane, and you're not him. I'm in love with Rion, I'm happy with him and as you can see, we're going to be parents.” I spat out, annoyed by his pitiful display.He's behaving like the victim here. He's acting like he's the one that's had to go through hell despite never doing anything wrong. He's acting like he didn't bring Isla into our lives!Zane's eyes fell to my bump as if it was the first time he was actually noticing it. And his intense stare made me want to cover my stomach, to protect my children from him.“So he really did knock you up. That bastard, I thought he was my friend. I should have known he would want what's mine.” Zane gritted.“Are you deaf or just acting dumb? I'm not yours, Zane. I never was. You rejected me twice, we were never meant to be.”“You know what? It doesn't matter. I don't care if you're pregnant with that backstabber&rsqu
Jaselyn's POVAs Zane's tongue grazed the wound on my neck, a sickening thrill seemed to pulse through him. The sensation was vile, his tongue warm against my skin, tasting the blood he'd drawn as if savoring it. A twisted mockery of affection. I recoiled, every nerve in my body screaming in revulsion. My hands found the strength to shove him away, and the force of it surprised even me. But the disgust that flooded me drowned out any satisfaction.“Stay away from me!” I screamed, my voice breaking as the horror of the situation closed in on me. My blood, still fresh from the bite, slid in warm rivulets down my neck, staining the collar of my shirt. My hand instinctively flew to the wound, pressing against it as if I could somehow erase what had just happened.Zane stumbled back, not from the physical push—he was far too strong for that—but from the force of my words, my rejection. His eyes, cold and dark, seemed to pierce through me