KEIRAN'S POV The voice stopped me in my tracks, freezing my muscles as if someone had poured ice down my back. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do.“Kieran? Is that really you?” the voice called again, louder this time. It was deep, commanding. A man’s voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my breathing steady. My whole body was tense, like a cornered animal.Why now? Why here?The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart pound harder. Whoever it was, they were coming closer—too close.“Kieran!” The voice was almost right behind me. Just then, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and I stiffened.“I knew it! It’s you!” The voice was sharp, filled with surprise, maybe even a bit of anger.Before I could think, I pulled my arm away and turned around, pushing the man back. He stumbled but didn’t fall, his eyes widening in shock.“Hey!” he shouted. “What’s your problem?”I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. My heart
ARIA'S POV The nurse’s voice trembled as she glanced nervously at the elderly man standing beside her. “Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said hesitantly, “but are you saying the man in the mask is Kieran? The Kieran we all know?”The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. I looked at the man she had called “Professor.” He had the kind of face that told a story—a face worn by years, with deep lines etched into his skin and eyes that carried a weight I couldn’t quite place. He had an air of authority about him, as though people listened when he spoke without question.I blinked, trying to process what was happening. The Kieran? What did that even mean? And why did it feel like there was so much I didn’t know?The professor’s gaze shifted to me, his piercing eyes studying my face as if searching for answers I wasn’t even sure I had. The nurse, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her excitement thinly veiled beneath her professional
ARIA'S POV The room was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts a little too loudly. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers picking nervously at the blanket covering my lap. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a pale glow on the plain white walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingered in the air, and the soft beeping of monitors in nearby rooms broke the silence.I was still alone. The professor had left hours ago, and though I had tried to relax, I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my mind.“Kieran is our lost prince. And without him, our pack has been suffering.”My head was spinning. Was it really true? Was Kieran really the Alpha heir he described? And if so, why hadn’t he told me? I thought I knew him—or at least, I thought I was beginning to. But now… now I wasn’t so sure.I stared at my phone for what felt like forever, debating what to do. Should I reach out to him? Should I pretend nothing happened and wait for him to
KEIRAN'S POV It was a bright, cool morning, and the air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I remember walking to class with my bag hanging off one shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of my boots crunching against the gravel. Medical school wasn’t just a pursuit—it was my passion. My parents had always encouraged me, their belief in my potential steady as a heartbeat.“Medicine will teach you discipline,” my father often said, his deep voice filled with pride. “It’ll help you understand your people better, to care for them and to lead them.”I smiled at the memory as I walked into the lecture hall that day, the scent of coffee and ink carrying through the air. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, the sound of notebooks being flipped and pens clicking. It was just another ordinary day—or so I thought.The class had barely started when the teacher’s phone rang. His face, calm and focused just moments before, suddenly clouded over with tension. He glanced at me, then back
ARIA'S POV The room was heavy with silence after Kieran finished his story. The air felt thick, like it was holding onto the weight of his words. I just sat there, staring at him, my thoughts racing. The massacre, the betrayal, the loss of his family—how had he survived all of it? The Kieran sitting before me now, with his calm demeanor and sharp wit, seemed so far removed from the boy who had run for his life.I couldn’t imagine the pain, the guilt, or the fear he must have carried with him all these years. My heart ached for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “I’m so sorry, Kieran.”He looked up at me then, his eyes soft but guarded. “Don’t be,” he said simply. “I don’t need pity.”“It’s not pity,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It’s… it’s just that I can’t believe you’ve carried this alone for so long. You’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still… you.”His lips twitched into a faint smile. “And who is that?”“Someone who tries to make everyone else feel oka
ARIA'S POVI ran through the foggy forest, feeling my heart pound in my chest. The damp leaves crunched under my feet as I pushed forward, desperate to put as much distance as possible between myself and the life I was leaving behind.Behind me, I could hear bone-chilling howls that made my blood run cold. Two gray wolves were on my tail, their large forms barely visible in the fog. I could hear their heavy breathing and the sound of their footsteps as they got closed in on me."Stop running, bitch!" one of the werewolves yelled, his voice harsh and threatening.I felt sick to my stomach, but I had to keep going. “Leave me alone!" I shouted back, my voice hoarse and breathless.The other let out a cruel laugh. "Leave you alone?? Dante, the man you claim to be your husband, he killed our parents, our family. And because of him, we were forced to become rogues. Now, we will make him pay by killing you!”My mind reeled. Alpha Dante, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack and my husband of t
ARIA'S POVAdam helped me out of the forest, his arm wrapped around me protectively as we made our way to his sleek black car.The drive to the hospital was a blur of streetlights and worried glances. I couldn't shake the feeling that my world had been turned upside down, again.We pulled up to the emergency entrance, and before I knew it, I was being whisked away in a wheelchair. Adam's voice boomed through the halls, demanding the best care, the top doctors.Soon after, I was in a comfortable bed in what looked more like a luxury hotel suite than a hospital room. Doctors and nurses bustled around me, checking my vitals and asking questions I could barely focus on answering."Adam," I whispered, reaching for his hand. "You really don't need to go through all this trouble. I'm fine."He squeezed my fingers gently. "Shh, little sister. Just let them take care of you."The head doctor, a kind-faced woman with salt-and-pepper hair, came over with a clipboard. "Well, you've been through q
ARIA'S POVThe phone slipped out of my fingers and landed on the bed. Dante's words echoed in my head, each one feeling like a knife twisting in my stomach.“...you are not allowed to get pregnant with my child. If you are, you better get rid of it. Immediately.”I sat there, numb, staring at nothing. How could he? How could he be so heartless?"Breathe, Aria," I whispered to myself, but the air felt thick, choking me.Minutes crawled by. Or was it hours? I couldn't tell.Suddenly, a loud buzz cut through the quiet.My phone.I glanced at it, feeling a mix of hope and dread. Maybe Dante had…With a shaky hand, I reached for the device. "Unknown number," the screen read.I let out a frustrated sigh. "Great. Just what I need. Some telemarketer trying to sell me crap I don't want."I almost tossed it aside, but something made me hesitate. Call it a woman's instinct or just plain curiosity, but I found myself opening the message.Just then, I gasped and quickly covered my mouth with my ha
ARIA'S POV The room was heavy with silence after Kieran finished his story. The air felt thick, like it was holding onto the weight of his words. I just sat there, staring at him, my thoughts racing. The massacre, the betrayal, the loss of his family—how had he survived all of it? The Kieran sitting before me now, with his calm demeanor and sharp wit, seemed so far removed from the boy who had run for his life.I couldn’t imagine the pain, the guilt, or the fear he must have carried with him all these years. My heart ached for him, and I couldn’t stop myself from whispering, “I’m so sorry, Kieran.”He looked up at me then, his eyes soft but guarded. “Don’t be,” he said simply. “I don’t need pity.”“It’s not pity,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “It’s… it’s just that I can’t believe you’ve carried this alone for so long. You’ve been through so much, and yet you’re still… you.”His lips twitched into a faint smile. “And who is that?”“Someone who tries to make everyone else feel oka
KEIRAN'S POV It was a bright, cool morning, and the air smelled faintly of pine and earth. I remember walking to class with my bag hanging off one shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of my boots crunching against the gravel. Medical school wasn’t just a pursuit—it was my passion. My parents had always encouraged me, their belief in my potential steady as a heartbeat.“Medicine will teach you discipline,” my father often said, his deep voice filled with pride. “It’ll help you understand your people better, to care for them and to lead them.”I smiled at the memory as I walked into the lecture hall that day, the scent of coffee and ink carrying through the air. The room was filled with a quiet buzz of chatter, the sound of notebooks being flipped and pens clicking. It was just another ordinary day—or so I thought.The class had barely started when the teacher’s phone rang. His face, calm and focused just moments before, suddenly clouded over with tension. He glanced at me, then back
ARIA'S POV The room was too quiet, the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts a little too loudly. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, my fingers picking nervously at the blanket covering my lap. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a pale glow on the plain white walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingered in the air, and the soft beeping of monitors in nearby rooms broke the silence.I was still alone. The professor had left hours ago, and though I had tried to relax, I couldn’t stop replaying his words in my mind.“Kieran is our lost prince. And without him, our pack has been suffering.”My head was spinning. Was it really true? Was Kieran really the Alpha heir he described? And if so, why hadn’t he told me? I thought I knew him—or at least, I thought I was beginning to. But now… now I wasn’t so sure.I stared at my phone for what felt like forever, debating what to do. Should I reach out to him? Should I pretend nothing happened and wait for him to
ARIA'S POV The nurse’s voice trembled as she glanced nervously at the elderly man standing beside her. “Professor, I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said hesitantly, “but are you saying the man in the mask is Kieran? The Kieran we all know?”The room fell silent, her words hanging heavily in the air. I looked at the man she had called “Professor.” He had the kind of face that told a story—a face worn by years, with deep lines etched into his skin and eyes that carried a weight I couldn’t quite place. He had an air of authority about him, as though people listened when he spoke without question.I blinked, trying to process what was happening. The Kieran? What did that even mean? And why did it feel like there was so much I didn’t know?The professor’s gaze shifted to me, his piercing eyes studying my face as if searching for answers I wasn’t even sure I had. The nurse, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with nervous energy, her excitement thinly veiled beneath her professional
KEIRAN'S POV The voice stopped me in my tracks, freezing my muscles as if someone had poured ice down my back. I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to do.“Kieran? Is that really you?” the voice called again, louder this time. It was deep, commanding. A man’s voice. I clenched my fists at my sides, trying to keep my breathing steady. My whole body was tense, like a cornered animal.Why now? Why here?The sound of approaching footsteps made my heart pound harder. Whoever it was, they were coming closer—too close.“Kieran!” The voice was almost right behind me. Just then, I felt a strong hand grab my arm and I stiffened.“I knew it! It’s you!” The voice was sharp, filled with surprise, maybe even a bit of anger.Before I could think, I pulled my arm away and turned around, pushing the man back. He stumbled but didn’t fall, his eyes widening in shock.“Hey!” he shouted. “What’s your problem?”I didn’t wait for him to say anything else. My heart
KEIRAN’S POV Aria’s body hit the ground before I could stop her, crumpling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. I froze for half a second, my mind racing. What had just happened? My heart sank as I rushed to her side and knelt beside her, shouting her name.“Aria! Aria, stay with me!” I called, shaking her gently, but her eyes were closed, her face pale. The sound of her shallow, uneven breaths made my chest ache. She looked so fragile—too fragile.That’s when I saw it—the bite mark on her neck, red and swollen, with faint black streaks spreading out from it. My stomach twisted as realization hit me. The poisonous bats.“No, no, no,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. My fingers were trembling as I touched the mark. The poison was spreading—fast. “Damn it, no.”She was still breathing, but it was weak. “Aria, you’re going to be okay. You hear me? Just…just hang in there.”Without a second thought, I leaned down and pressed my lips to the bite, sucking out as much of t
ARIA'S POV The cave was eerily quiet, and for the first time in hours, we weren’t moving. As I leaned against the damp rock wall, I was grateful for the chance to rest. My legs were on fire from all the crawling, and I didn’t realize how badly I needed a break until we stopped.“This is nice,” I mumbled, more to myself than to Kieran, who stood near the entrance of the passage. He was watching the path we had just crawled out from, scanning the shadows with his sharp gaze.“Don’t get too comfortable,” he replied, his tone serious. “We can’t stay here for long.”“Why not? It’s quiet,” I said, pulling my knees to my chest. “And my legs might actually fall off if I move right now.”Kieran sighed and turned towards me. “Aria, we don’t know what’s out here. This cave might feel safe, but it’s not. We need to find the sapphire and get out of this cursed place as soon as possible.”I groaned, resting my head on my knees. “Fine. Just five more minutes. Pretty please?”“You said that ten min
DANTE'S POV The room was still tense, even after the doctor left. Cynthia had asked the question we were all thinking, her voice sharp and full of disbelief: “Are you serious?” And Dr. Hayes had looked at her with that calm, clinical expression he always wore and said, “Yes. Memory loss is common in cases like this. Give her time. With the right care and support, she’ll probably get better.”But even as he said it, I could see the doubt in his eyes. We had taken Linda back to her room after that, her movements slow and her face blank, as if she wasn’t entirely there with us. She didn’t speak much, just stared at the walls while her parents fussed over her, trying to make her comfortable.I stayed in the corner, silent. What was I supposed to do? Finn was gone, off handling pack business, and it left me standing awkwardly in the shadows, watching this whole mess unravel.It was later that evening when the tension boiled over. Moss, one of the pack's senior healers, knocked softly o
DANTE'S POVThe room smelled like antiseptic and despair. It was small and cramped, with white walls that made everything feel colder. Linda lay still on the bed, her face pale against the hospital sheets. For days, we had been here, waiting, hoping. Her parents, Cynthia and Alpha Gregory of the Red Moon pack, hadn’t left her side. My mother, her eyes hollow from lack of sleep, stood behind them. The tension in the room was a living thing, heavy and suffocating.I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to calm my racing thoughts. Finn paced near the door, his boots scraping the floor. None of us spoke much. What could we say? Linda had been in this strange state since the fall and none of us understood what was happening.Just then, Linda stirred. It was barely a twitch at first—a flutter of her fingers. Cynthia gasped, clutching Gregory’s arm so hard he winced. My mother straightened, her hand flying to the silver pendant she always wore.“Linda?” Cynthia whispered, her v