Lilac's P.O.V Dani's face lit up like a Christmas tree and I felt my heart leap with a mixture of relief and anxiety. The weight of guilt that had been crushing me for the last few hours eased a bit as I saw her lips tilt up into a smile and then I was rushing towards her outstretched arms, and enveloped her in a tight hug that filled my heart with joy. "Dani…I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" I whispered next to her ears, holding her tightly in my embrace. "This is all my fault!" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I held her close, my body trembling with the emotions that had been bottled up since I heard about her overdosing at the party, fighting between life and death the whole night until she had finally regained consciousness this morning. I couldn't believe that I had almost lost my best friend! The woman because of whom I had managed to survive in this pack for the last four years! And it was all my fault! She got involved in
Lilac's P.O.V The next day at the soup house was unlike any other I had experienced. I arrived early in the morning, ready to serve food to the array of customers that gathered around during breakfast time, as I had done for the past four years. However, as I stepped through the doors, a sense of unease washed over me. The usual warmth and camaraderie among the staff and patrons seemed to be absent. People's eyes darted away from me as I made my way to the serving area, and whispers and hushed conversations filled the air. I tried to shake off the feeling and went about my duties, ladling soup into bowls and handing out slices of buttered bread or rice, according to the customer's preference, but it soon became clear that something was amiss. As I approached the first table, the elderly gentleman who usually greeted me with a smile turned his head and refused to make eye contact. I offered him a bowl of soup, but he pushed it away, muttering something about not wantin
Lilac's P.O.V As the clock struck twelve, midnight…I lit a candle on top of an empty table…and blew it off. Closing my eyes, I made a wish to the Goddess, the one who had always been ignorant to all my pain and suffering. "Give me strength, give me courage…for what I am about to do tonight." I prayed, folding my hands together. "I'll need everything in me to go through with it." With that, I stood up from the floor and looked back once at the bags that I had already packed, my room now devoid of all my personal belongings. Hoisting that bag onto my shoulders, I stepped out of the room, leaving the Soup House forever as I headed to my final stop before I left this pack behind for good. The road to the Alpha's mansion was only ten minutes away and even though it was only midnight, the pack still looked deserted; the streets clear of any passerby as I walked alone in the night. But there was nothing to fear in this pack, because the
Lilac's P.O.V I didn't know what I was doing when I had come into this room. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that I couldn't deny the pull that I had towards Krimson any longer. It was getting stronger and stronger by the minute and I hated that I liked it so much… His hands landed on my body, warm and hungry as he lifted up my shirt from my waist, to place his fingers directly on my skin. I felt my whole body shudder, as if this is exactly what I had been waiting for my entire life. And maybe I had been… "Lilac," he muttered under his breath, his lips shifting to the top of my neck as he pressed a hot, lingering kiss. But then I stopped him, pressing on his chest with my palms, making him stop to look at me in confusion. I tapped on his hand on my hip, the one he had been using to support my weight, as I unhooked my legs from his hips and stepped down. Krimson watched me with intent, hoping that I would back away, but instead,
Krimson's P.O.V I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright sunlight that was streaming in through the windows. The pounding in my head intensified as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. It didn't take long for the memories to come rushing back. I'd slept with Lilac... My hand moved to my temples, attempting to ease the throbbing headache that accompanied my hangover from the multiple bottles of alcohol that I had consumed to stop myself from going to her, knowing that the bond would be the strongest on her eighteenth birthday. But in the end, none of them had worked…because Lilac had come to me of her own free will. Gritting my teeth together, I sat up on the bed and looked around the room to see what was going on. The bed beside me was cold and empty. The room was a mess, a testament to the wild night we'd had. Empty glasses, crumpled clothes, and the heavy scent of alcohol hung in the air. I couldn't help but cri
Krimson's P.O.V Immediately, I alerted Beta Luca and all the border patrol wolves in our pack, urgency coursing through my veins as I instructed them to start looking for Lilac right away. I could feel the confusion and even exasperation of my pack members through the mental link I shared with them, but none of them questioned my decision and began their search once again. I knew I had to act quickly, so I left no stone unturned in my search for her. I started by going to the cliff that she always frequented with Beta Luna. It was a place where they found solace and shared secrets, a place where their bond as friends and pack members deepened. I scanned the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar presence, but there was nothing. I then expanded my search to the far reaches of the pack, where Lilac occasionally ventured with her friend. The city had always been a place of both fascination and danger for our kind. I combed through the dark alleyways and sh
Krimson's P.O.V 25 years ago… I remember that day vividly, the day my world turned upside down. I was just fifteen years old, a young and naive member of the Silver Moon pack, the future Alpha who never really taken the prospect of being an Alpha seriously. All because I had been spoilt by the love and care of my family and the other members of our little pack. Our small but peaceful pack had been thriving under the leadership of my father, Alpha Blake Krimson, until the ominous arrival of the Dawn Wood pack at our borders. It was a day etched into my memory, a day that marked the beginning of a nightmare. Alpha Keith, the ruthless leader of Dawn Wood, had challenged my father to a brutal battle for control of our territory. My father had been a peaceful Alpha, someone who didn't like to engage in battles, and he had known well that he would be defeated, but still, he had accepted the battle because it had been one fleeting chance to save our pack from the invad
Krimson's P.O.V 25 years ago… The world seemed to blur as her gaze met mine. It was a mesmerizing connection that transcended time and space. In that moment, my wolf, that primal, instinctual part of me, howled fiercely inside my head, telling me what I couldn't deny – that this woman, the woman that I would later on come to know as Harmona, was my mate. I was horrified, unable to reconcile the cruel Alpha's daughter with being the one destined for me. The conflicting emotions within me swirled like a tempest, and I couldn't comprehend the irony of fate. Why her? Why now? I ducked down behind the crowd, concealing myself as I grappled with the overwhelming realization. This was something I couldn't escape, an undeniable bond that transcended all logic and reason. I had escaped from all the merriment with an empty stomach that night, back to the slave quarters after leaving the clothes I had stolen back to where it had belonged. But thankfully, my drunken a
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s