FINN'S POVDante’s eyes narrowed even more, his gaze never leaving mine. “Don’t play coy with me, Finn. You’ve been acting strange. Ever since I woke up, there’s been this… tension. Something isn’t right, and I can feel it. You’re not telling me everything.”I swallowed, feeling the walls I had built around my secrets start to crack. “Dante, you just woke up,” I said, choosing my words carefully, buying myself time. “Maybe it’s all… it’s overwhelming. Maybe that’s why things feel off.”He didn’t buy it. “Maybe,” he said, though his voice held no conviction. “Or maybe you’re just trying to avoid telling me the truth. The real truth.” His gaze hardened, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. “So why don’t you tell me what’s really going on, Finn?”The air in the room suddenly became thick with tension as Dante looked at me, waiting for answers I wasn’t sure I could give."Dante," I began carefully, choosing my words slowly. "Honestly, a lot happened while you were out, and honestl
FINN'S POVOnce I was sure Dante was deeply asleep, I quietly left his room, carefully closing the door behind me.The hallway was quiet, except for the faint sound of machines beeping softly from distant rooms, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I motioned to the two guards I had stationed outside his door, their expressions sharp and focused as they snapped to attention when I approached.“You both are to make sure no harm comes to him. No unauthorized person is allowed to enter. Do you understand?” I kept my voice low but firm, letting the weight of my words settle in.They nodded immediately, but something about their eager expressions made me feel the need to repeat myself, adding a subtle but very real warning. “If anything happens to Alpha Dante,” I said, voice hardened, “there’ll be hell to pay. Understood?”They exchanged a quick glance and nodded more seriously this time.Satisfied, I turned and made my way down the corridor, pushing through the heavy thoughts that clung to me
ADAM'S POVThe loud ring of my phone cut through the silence, breaking my focus as I looked over a map spread out on my desk.Finn’s name flashed on the screen, and I took a steadying breath, my mind already racing. I had half-expected this call, after the whole thing that went down today, so if he was calling me, it meant that he had something very important to say. I just hoped that whatever it was, it was good news.Swiping the screen, I lifted the phone to my ear. “Finn.”“Adam.” His voice was tense, but steady. “I need your help finding the rogue wolf that caused the accident. I can’t let him escape, not after everything he’s done to Aria and Dante.”Hearing the strain in his tone, I couldn’t help but respect his determination. Ever since Finn and I started talking, I had noticed that he had always had a way of speaking that made people listen, but now he sounded determined in a way I hadn’t heard before. “Good,” I replied simply. “But first, I’ll send you some things to get you
LINDA'S POVLately, Finn has been acting… off. The little things had changed—he would look at me with a strange intensity, his words sometimes turning into cryptic questions or lingering silences.It was almost as if he had found out something, something I didn’t want him to know. But I wasn’t going to just wait around to finad out if my suspicions were right.I had to go see him, I had to know if he had done something stupid that had caught Finn's attention.As soon as I saw an opportunity, I slipped out without telling a soul and drove towards the cabin.I drove until the town disappeared, the paved roads giving way to gravel roads that clawed up through the hills. A dense stretch of forest rose around me, making me feel like the only person left in the world. And then, up ahead, the cabin came into view.The cabin was nothing much to look at, worn down and barely holding together. It felt like a part of the forest itself, hunched and tired, with vines creeping up its wooden sides l
FINN'S POVRight after ending the call with Adam, I wasted no time in calling in favours. I also ordered a few of my most trusted warriors to immediately begin the search and dig deeper, because I needed something that would put an end to all this… this mess.Suddenly, one of the warriors called, his voice hushed, almost uncertain.“Finn,” he said, sounding rattled. “We've got a location. There has been a sighting.”“A sighting? Are you sure?”“Positive. It’s on the surveillance camera. The rogue.. he was spotted near a rural area, just inside our border.”“Are you really sure it's him? I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing with false information.”“He matches the guy in the picture, so I'm confident it's him.”I paused, my grip on the phone tightening. “Send me all the details. And get everyone ready. We're heading out now.”It didn’t take long to get ready. Within minutes, my warriors were gathered, each of them tense, aware of the seriousness in my voice.I studied their fac
LINDA'S POVRalph didn’t say anything, but his eyes darkened, filled with a clear desire. And then, instead of answering my question, his hand slipped under my jacket, warm against my skin.He let his fingers gently trace a line down my back, while his other hand moved to cradle my neck. As he leaned in, he pressed his lips against my collarbone.A shiver ran through me as his lips brushed against my neck, his wet, warm tongue sliding over my skin, arousing a desire I knew I wouldn't be able to suppress easily and… goodness, I struggled to hold my composure.Suddenly I felt him place his hand on my bare breast—apparently, he had somehow managed to unhook my bra without me noticing.My thoughts screamed at me to push him away, to tell him that we shouldn't be doing this. But I couldn't do or say anything because then he started to gently massage my breast.“Ralph,” I whispered, my breath coming out in short gasps. “Please. Stop.”Ralph completely ignored me as he pulled his lips away f
LINDA'S POVSuddenly, a loud voice pierced the silence."Just do it. And don’t come back until you have something useful," someone barked from above, the words slightly muffled but clear enough to make my heart hammer in my chest.I unconsciously tensed, my body pressing closer to Ralph. He gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Relax, Linda," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear, a calming presence in the chaos of the moment.But that voice—it nagged at me, familiar and unsettling. "Ralph," I whispered, straining to listen. "That voice… it sounds… I know that voice."He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He looked thoughtful, then leaned his head closer, listening intently to the faint sounds from above.Then it hit me, like a slap. "It’s Finn," I gasped, the realization making my stomach drop. "That’s definitely Finn’s voice!"Panic flooded through me, intense and urgent. Could Finn have brought warriors here? To catch Ralph?Ralph’s grip on my shoulder tightened, his expression
FINN'S POV"Linda," I muttered through gritted my teeth as I looked around the empty cabin. My fists clenched, my frustration building. "I swear, you will regret betraying my family."Just then, I heard footsteps approaching behind me. It was Carl, the Beta known for his remarkable sense of smell. His expression was troubled, his brow furrowed as he stopped just inside the doorway.“Carl,” I snapped, eyeing him impatiently. “Is there a problem?”Carl hesitated, glancing around the room before he spoke. “I don’t know, Finn. Something’s not right here. My senses—they are telling me he’s here. Ralph is here.”I frowned, my frustration boiling over. “What do you mean? The cabin is empty, Carl. We’ve searched every inch of it. There’s no one here.”He shook his head, looking around as if he could see something the rest of us couldn’t. “I can’t explain it, Finn. But I’m telling you, the rogue wolf—he’s close. My senses have never been wrong.”I exhaled sharply, trying to hold back the impat
ARIA'S POV I really couldn't believe that we were completely surrounded. I was hoping that, maybe I was just imagining things.But I wasn't.The soldiers continued to walk closer with their weapons drawn, their eyes cold and unflinching. Kieran stood in front of me, his body tense and defensive, his gun pointed at the soldier in the front.I could feel the fear in my chest, but I couldn't let it take over.The leading soldier stepped closer, his weapon raised. The glint of the blade in the evening light sent a chill down my spine."Stay back!" Kieran barked, his voice strong and sharp. He didn't lower his gun. "Don't come any closer."The soldier didn't stop. Instead, he just kept walking toward us as if Kieran hadn't said a word."I said, stop!" Kieran yelled again.The designer, Elena, stood beside him, her voice filled with panic. "You need to back off! Don't you dare come any closer!"But it was like the soldiers were deaf. They ignored every word, their steps slow but deliberate
ARIA'S POV The tension in the room was thick, and my heart raced in my chest. Every sound, every breath felt louder, as if the very air in the room was pressing down on me.The designer didn't say anything to Kieran's question. Instead, she walked over to the door and locked it, the click of the lock sounding too loud in the quiet room. My heart raced as she turned to face us, a smirk playing on her lips.“What… what the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling.Kieran adjusted himself in front of me, his eyes narrowing at the woman. “You should stay back,” he warned, his voice firm.The designer didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a cautious step forward, holding the gun at her side. Kieran and I took a step back, unconsciously mirroring her movement. My palms were sweaty, and my mind raced with questions.Then, out of nowhere, she spoke.“Your Highness,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Don’t you recognize me?”I froze, blinking in shock. “What?” I managed
ARIA'S POV The room was quiet, but not the kind of peaceful quiet. It was the heavy, suffocating kind, filled with fear and uncertainty. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the door, my heart racing. Every minute that passed brought me closer to the wedding I didn’t want.Kieran paced back and forth near the window, his face tight with concentration. He had been trying to come up with a plan for hours, but nothing seemed to work. “What if we create a distraction?” I asked, breaking the silence. My voice was shaky, but I tried to sound calm. “Something to draw the guards away, even for a few minutes?”Kieran stopped pacing and looked at me, his brows furrowed. “And what would the distraction be, Aria?”I hesitated, wringing my hands. “I… I don’t know. Maybe something with fire or smoke?”He shook his head. “Too risky. The guards would panic, and the entire place would go into lockdown. It would only make things worse.”I let out a frustrated sigh, burying my face in my hands. “
ADAM'S POV The airport was buzzing with activity when I arrived. The bright lights reflected off the polished floors, and the noise of people rushing to catch their flights was overwhelming. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and glanced around, looking for Finn. A dozen bodyguards surrounded me, their presence heavy and serious, as if we were preparing for war.Just then, I saw Finn leaning against a pillar near the private jet terminal. He looked up as I approached, his expression unreadable.“You’re here,” he said simply, pushing off the pillar and walking towards me.“Of course I’m here,” I replied, my voice tight. “We don’t have time to waste.”Finn glanced at the group of bodyguards behind me and raised an eyebrow. “You really think you need all of them?”I gave him a sharp look. “I’m not taking any chances, Finn. If something’s happened to Aria, we might need them.”He didn’t argue, but his expression said enough. He thought I was being overly cautious, maybe even paranoid. But
ADAM'S POVI was sitting at my desk when the news hit me like a punch to the stomach. The words on the screen didn’t make sense at first, and I had to read them again. “Alpha Mason of the Astral Pack to marry Aria, the Griffith princess of the Blood Moon Pack tomorrow.”The Griffith princess? Aria? My sister?My heartbeat thundered in my ears as the weight of those words sank in. Aria was getting married? To Alpha Mason? “No way,” I muttered, leaning forward, my hands gripping the edge of the desk. My thoughts were racing so fast that I could barely keep up. Why would she agree to a marriage like this?I grabbed my phone and quickly searched for more information. There were already articles popping up, but they all said the same thing: Aria Griffith is set to marry Alpha Mason in the Astral Pack.“No,” I whispered under my breath, shaking my head. This couldn’t be right. I didn’t waste another second. My fingers flew over my phone as I tried to call her. I pressed her name, held
KIERAN'S POV The wedding was set for tomorrow. Tomorrow!The word echoed in my mind like a warning bell. I didn’t have more time. If I waited even a moment longer, it would be too late. Aria would be trapped forever tied to that monster of an Alpha. I couldn’t let that happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.My plan was dangerous and messy, but it was all I had. Sitting outside the palace in the shadows, I watched carefully, observing everything—the guards, the maids, their routines.It was just after sunset when I spotted her. A young maid walking towards the side door of the palace. She was alone, carrying a tray. Perfect.I moved quickly, staying low, my steps silent. When she turned the corner, I was already behind her. Before she could scream, I grabbed her from behind, one arm around her mouth, the other holding her firmly in place. “Shh!” I hissed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”She kicked and squirmed, her tray clattering to the ground, but I tightened my grip. “Stop and liste
KIERAN'S POV I paced back and forth in the shadows of the old inn, my mind spinning in every direction. How could this happen?Just hours ago, I had been racking my brain for a way to rescue Aria, but nothing made sense. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the strangest news: Alpha Mason was getting married. At first, I ignored it. I didn’t care about his ridiculous celebrations. What did a wedding have to do with me? But then I heard something else. The bride was the Griffith princess of the Blood Moon Pack.I froze the second I heard it. The Blood Moon Pack was legendary, one of the largest and most powerful families among werewolves. Their influence stretched far and wide. If Mason was marrying into that family, it meant one thing: power.But then another thought hit me. Aria.Could it be?I shook my head at first. No, there was no way. I had spent days trying to figure out where they took Aria. There was no mention of a mate or a wedding before now. It didn’t add up. Yet, deep down,
ARIA'S POV I sat on the edge of the massive bed, staring at the walls around me. The room was far too big, far too fancy, and yet it felt like a prison. My mind was a tangled mess, with my thoughts crashing into one another like waves during a storm. What should I do? How do I get out of here?Pacing the room restlessly, I clenched my hands together. My body ached from all the struggling earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to sit still.I instinctively reached for my phone, driven by desperation. My heart dropped when I realized it was missing.Had the soldiers taken it from me when they dragged me here? I let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through my tangled hair. “Of course,” I muttered to myself bitterly. “Why wouldn’t they?”The silence of the room was unbearable. I rushed to the door, banging my fist against it. “Hello? Is anyone there?” My voice was loud, shaking slightly, but no one answered.I banged harder. “I know you’re out there! Don’t pretend you can’t hear me!”
ARIA'S POV The man stood at the far end of the room, his tall figure casting a long shadow under the dim golden light. His face was unforgettable, not because of its strength but because of the scar. A jagged line started at his forehead and ran down to his mouth, pulling one corner of his lips into a permanent sneer. He looked terrifying, like someone who had lived through a war and walked out more dangerous than ever.I swallowed hard as his piercing eyes locked onto mine. His stare felt like a weight pressing down on my chest. Slowly, he began to move, each step measured, like a predator closing in on prey. My breathing quickened, but I forced myself to stay calm.“You’re the princess of the Griffith Pack?” His voice was rough, broken, like every word scraped his throat raw.I froze, the words catching in my throat. Could he tell I was scared? I tried to keep my voice steady. “Yes,” I said, barely above a whisper.His gaze narrowed, suspicion flashing across his scarred face. “P