Shannon’s POVMoments later as I gradually regained consciousness, the world around me slowly came into focus. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavy and sluggish.Struggling to sit up, I turned to see my mates engaged in a heated argument with Jaime. Their voices rose and fell in a flurry of emotion, their frustration and fears clear in the tense air.“Leave him alone,” I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was my decision to take the potion.”The triplets turned to look at me, their expressions a mix of relief and worry. I could see the guilt on their faces, their concern for my well-being overshadowing their earlier anger.As I blinked away the haze, Uncle Jaime rushed to me, his brow furrowed with concern. “Easy now, Shannon,” he said calmly. “You gave us quite a scare there.“We’re sorry, Shannon,” Ricky called out behind Jaime, his voice thick with emotion. “We should have trusted your judgment.”I managed a weak smile, grateful for their understandi
Shannon’s POVThe forest stretched out before us as well embarked on the mission to find Debbie and our son. The thick and dense trees created a canopy over us, as sunlight pierced through them to light our path as we ventured deeper into the forest.Uncle had Jaime caught up with us, surprising us all with his decision to join our quest. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him, his presence providing a reassuring feeling amidst the uncertainty of our journey.His unexpected presence at our side brought a mix of surprise first, but his offer to join us for our son was a welcome one. As we trudged along, fatigue began to weigh heavily on our us, each step feeling heavier than the last.I could sense the triplets’ growing unease, their whispers of doubt lingering in the air like a heavy fog.“We must be close now,” I reassured them, my voice laced with an uncertainty, even to myself. “I had seen it clearly in my vision, the tower where Debbie and our son are.”But as t
Jules’ POVAs the adrenaline from my fight with Uncle Jaime began to wane, exhaustion set in, leaving us sprawled on the forest floor, battered and bruised.Ricky and Cole’s return interrupted the heavy silence that hung between us, their concerned expressions reflecting the gravity of the situation.“What happened?” Ricky’s voice broke the silence, his eyes scanning our bloodied forms for answers.Jaime and I exchanged a weary glance, too drained to offer any explanation. Ricky’s gaze shifted to where Shannon had been, his eyes widening in alarm as he realized she was nowhere to be found.“Where’s Shannon?” Ricky’s voice was filled with an urgency as he turned to us for answers.Jaime and I exchanged a guilty glance once more, the weight of our failure weighing heavily on us. “She stormed off,” I admitted, my voice carrying regret. “We had a fight, and she left.”Understanding flashed in Ricky’s eyes as he processed our words, his expression hardening with determination. “We have to
Shannon’s POVAs I navigated the dark cave, my senses sharpened with each step, attuned to the smallest of cues guiding me toward my son. I listened intently, the faint echo of my baby’s cries serving as a beacon in the darkness, pulling me ever closer.Trusting my instincts, I followed the tug in my chest, my wolf instinct urging me forward. I moved with purpose, my footsteps echoing softly against the stone floor as I walked the winding passages.Though the path ahead was shrouded in darkness, but my intuition guided me, leading me through twists and turns. I completely placed my trust in the unseen forces guiding me, surrendering to their guidance as I pressed on.With each turn, I felt myself drawing closer to my son, the bond between us growing stronger with each passing moment. I could even almost taste the sweet relief of holding him in my arms once more.With each step, I felt the weight of anticipation building within me, my heart pounding with speed. I pushed myself forward,
Shannon’s POVAfter our return to the pack, life gradually fell back into place. The triplets recovered from their injuries, and we were all grateful to be reunited, safe and sound.We spent our days together, cherishing each moment with our precious son, who we decided to name Michael. It was a name chosen by me, a name inspired with love and hope for our little boy’s future.A few days passed, and we gathered the pack for Michael’s naming ceremony. It was a joyous occasion, filled with laughter, music, and celebration.As Michael was officially welcomed into the pack, surrounded by the family and our friends, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of overwhelming happiness and gratitude.Uncle Jaime, too, was glad to be back among familiar faces. Despite the tension that had risen between him and the triplets, especially Jules, in the days prior, Jaime made amends with them.He extended a hand of forgiveness, bridging the gap that had formed between them. It was a touching moment, witness
Shannon’s POVI decided to take a pregnancy test in secret, feeling a mix of hope and anxiety as I waited for the results. But as the test came back negative, a wave of relief washed over me, as I knew I was ready to bring another child into the world just yet.It turned out that whatever I was feeling, the dizziness, the nausea and much more, was just exhaustion from all the stress I’d been through lately.Heading back to the mansion, I found Gina talking to Robin and the triplets in the sitting room. Ricky was holding our baby, and I joined them, standing close as Gina explained her situation.She told Robin about a group of bandits who had attacked her pack, capturing their Alpha, who happened to be her mate. Gina was pleading with Robin for help, acknowledging that their past history might still be a sore spot for him.“Please, Robin. I knew we had history, but I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t urgent. My pack needs your help.” She pleaded.As Gina talked, a tense silence followed
Robin’s POVThe tension in the air was palpable as I watched the horses of the scouts we’d sent out return to the pack without their riders. It was a troubling sight, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.As my men gathered around me, their anxious murmurs filling the air, I knew I had to take action. It was unlike the scouts to abandon their duties, so something was definitely amiss.Turning to my sons who were just arriving the scene at my command, I knew we had to address the situation immediately. “Boys,” I began, my voice firm yet filled with concern, “we have a problem.”The boys glanced at each other warily, their expressions reflecting the tension in the air. They knew that when I spoke in such a tone, it meant trouble was on the horizon.“What’s going on, Dad?” Jules asked, his brow furrowing in apprehension.“Our scouts haven’t returned,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the horses had appeared. “They’ve been gone for a whol
Jules’ POVThe tension between Ricky and me hung thick in the air, a reminder of our recent altercation. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ricky didn’t appreciate my efforts to protect us during the bandit attack.As Ricky’s words cut through the tension like a knife, I felt a surge of frustration bubbling up inside me. How could he not see that I was only trying to protect us?But before I could voice my thoughts, Cole stepped in, his calm demeanor a clear difference to the heated atmosphere between Ricky and me.“Hey, guys, let’s take a step back,” Cole interjected, his voice steady and soothing. “I think Ricky has a point. We could have used one of those bandits for questioning.”I glanced at Cole, his words sinking in as I realized the truth in what he was saying. Of course, Ricky wasn’t dismissing my contribution – he was simply pointing out that there was room for improvement in my approach.“Sorry, Ricky,” I muttered, feeling a pang of guilt for letting my temper get the best o
Shannon, five years later.As the sun streamed through the windows, filling the room with warmth, I found myself chasing after our energetic twins, boy and girl, who are barely five years old. Laughter echoed through the house as they raced around the living room.“Slow down, you two!” I called out, trying in vain to keep up with their energy.But Jules walking in just chuckled from the doorway, his eyes shining with amusement. “Let them play, my love,” he said, his voice filled with affection. “They’re just having fun.”I sighed, knowing he was right. As much as I wanted to keep them safe, I couldn’t deny them the simple joy of being young and carefree. With a resigned smile, I watched as they continued their game of chase and catch, their laughs filling the air with screams.Just then, I felt Jules’ arms wrap around my once again pregnant belly from behind, his embrace warm and comforting. I leaned back into his arms, relishing the feel of his strong arms around me. “How are you and
Shannon’s POVThe atmosphere in the castle had shifted since Matthew’s capture. With him out of the picture, the pack felt safer, even at the borders. Ricky and Cole had returned after several days of patrolling, their faces weary but relieved.As we gathered around the dinner table, there was a sense of peace and contentment in the air. Jules sat at the head of the table, his presence reassuring and strong. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as I looked at him, knowing he had risked everything to protect our pack.Ricky and Cole filled our ears with tales of their adventures at the boarders, their voices filled with excitement as they recounted their encounters with rival packs and rogue wolves. Despite the dangers they faced, they had emerged victorious and the pack now was finally safe.As we shared our meal, laughter echoed through the hall, the tension of recent events fading into the background. Even Dora and Ellie had joined in the festivities, as I’d insisted on invitin
Shannon’s POVTwo days after the investigation for Jules’ attempted murder, as I entered his room, I found him fuming in his bed, his face twisted with frustration.“They couldn’t find him,” he muttered to me before I said anything, his voice dripping with irritation. “Matthew has slipped through our fingers again.”I sighed as I watched Jules’ restless movements, knowing this was going to be a long conversation. “You need to rest, Jules. Let the guards handle this.” I said firmly, approaching his bedside. “You’re not in any condition to be worrying about Matthew right now.”Jules shot me a glare, but I could see the pain in his eyes. “I can’t just sit here while that traitor is out there,” he grumbled, shifting uncomfortably against his pillows.I gently placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him down. “You need to focus on getting better,” I urged. “The guards will find Matthew eventually. You need to trust them.”He let out a frustrated sigh, but finally relented. “Fine,” he grum
Shannon’s POVI walked back to the castle, my mind swirling with thoughts about Matthew. He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even try to. My suspicions were like shadows creeping over me, chilling me to the bone. But without solid proof, I felt like I was playing with smoke.I found Jules in his study, buried under a mountain of paperwork. His tired eyes glanced up at me, and I could tell he was bracing himself for another round of my suspicions.“Jules, I need to talk to you about Matthew,” I blurted out before he could stop me.He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “Shannon, we’ve been over this. You’re letting your imagination run wild.”I shook my head, frustration bubbling inside me. “But Jules, I just need you to listen. I know something’s not right.”He looked at me with a mix of sympathy and exasperation. “Shannon, I understand you’re scared after everything that’s happened. But maybe you’re seeing things that aren’t there. It’s understandable, given the trauma you’ve been through.
Shannon’s POV“I’m not lying to you Jules, you need to believe me when I say that Mathew is not a good person. He is trying to pot against you and why won’t you believe me?” I inquired with a very stern countenance plastered on my face.“Oh please Shannon can you please just stop all of this drama? Why are you bothering yourself over something that you shouldn’t? I don’t know what is feeding you with lies but you know better than to believe everything you hear.” Jules snapped at me, walking back to his desk, and sunk into it without giving me any more regard.I knew he wasn’t going to believe me from the start but why? I’ve been on Mathew’s trial forever and it’s enough for me to know that he is planning on hurting Jules.But why won’t Jules listen? Why is he so certain that Mathew can’t do anything to him? Why am I looking like the crazy one here? All I’m trying to do is to avert him from the danger that is heading right towards him.I couldn’t let anything happen to Jules but at thi
Shannon’s POVI knew the answers I needed were not going to come that easily. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong about Matthew and he had something up his sleeves.I intended to find out because one way or the other it was going to affect someone I cared about.I had second thoughts on the fact that I might be overthinking and he wasn’t doing anything wrong.But what if he was actually what I thought he was? Doing research won’t make me lose anything but ignoring this would.I knew he had been working here and I knew exactly where to start my investigation from. The best way to get my answers is through the maids.They were the eyes and ears of everything, all I needed was to convince a maid to tell me everything. Of course, she would resist at first but later she’ll give in to some persuasion.I paced around my room thinking hard if this was the right way to go about it. What if I was wrong and I got blamed along with being called paranoid?This just has to work so I won’t get blamed
Shannon’s POVI stormed into the castle, my heart pounding in my chest. The situation with Matthew had left me unsettled, and I know I had to find a way to make Jules listen to my warnings about him.As I entered the main hall, my eyes immediately fell on Michael, playing innocently with a toy on the floor. Beside him stood Matthew, the man I found so suspicious.My instincts screamed at me to grab Michael and run, but I forced myself to stay calm. I hurried over to my son, scooping him up into my arms protectively. Michael grinned up at me, holding out the toy he had been playing with.I turned to face Matthew, my expression hard and suspicious. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice laced with tension.Matthew blinked in surprise, taken aback by my abruptness. “I came to see Jules,” he replied, gesturing vaguely. “One of the maids told me to wait here, and I saw Michael, so I thought I’d keep him company.”My grip on Michael tightened, my protective instincts in overdrive.
Shannon’s POV.The next day Jules and I moved into the pack house.It was still so surreal to me that I was an Alpha.Jules was almost completely healed now and he kept talking about how it was all because of his training yesterday. I mentioned to him that it was probably because of the training he’s still not properly healed yet but he just laughed in my face.As soon as we arrived in the pack house, we were welcomed by the slaves. They were all lined up in the living room in a straight line dressed in black and whiteThey had to be at least fifty to a hundred of them.What on earth did we need so many slaves for?I wondered as I scanned their faces.I glanced over at Jukes who seemed a little too confident. I wish I had his confidence. It seemed like he was used to it, unlike me.“These are the palace slaves, they are always at your service, They all have been assigned different stations. You will eventually get used to them but for now, these are the most important faces you will
Jules POVI woke up in a brightly lit room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh fluorescent light.“Jules!” A familiar sounding voice called out and I frowned as her face came into view.“Shannon,” I sat up a little too quickly and groaned out in absolute pain.“Hey Jules,” she smiled at me.“Don’t move too much. You have not yet healed up.” She said, her sweet voice wrapping around me like a blanket.“You’ve been released?” it was supposed to be an observation but it came out as a question. I was so happy to see her, I couldn’t believe I had won. At some point, I had completely blacked out but if she was here with me then I had won.“Thanks to you. I’m so sorry for what you had to go through for my sake.* She said, hugging me.I winced at the pain and she quickly let go of me as if I were some fragile glass.“No,” I protested at the absence of her warmth. I wanted it back but I knew she would be too afraid to hurt me. That was just who Shannon was.“I’m sorry, you seem to still