LORRAINE'S POVOne afternoon, I sat crossed leg on Neil's couch, flipping through a magazine while Neil laid next to me, engrossed in a book about quantum physics. I liked the fact that Neil and I could sit in silence. We could sit there, not saying anything to each other and it wouldn't be weird. I glanced at him, arching my eyebrow "You've been reading that thing for hours. Do you even understand it?" Neil scoffed "Excuse you. It's not my fault you're too dumb to know how interesting quantum physics is" I squinted my eyes at him "Did you just -" "Shh!" he shushed me "You're interrupting" I rolled my eyes with a smile "You're something else". My phone buzzed on the coffee table and the screen lit up with a new message. I reached over saw that it was a text from Gina. We exchanged numbers the last time she helped me pack my things from the house. She told me to call her if I needed her help but because of how tough things were in the bunker, I didn't think of calling her. I eve
LORRAINE'S POVThat morning, I heard a knock on the door. Setting my book aside, I rose from my armchair. I wondered who it could be. I wasn't expecting anyone. I stood up and opened the door. To my surprise, it was Wes. I squealed in delight when I saw him. I had missed him so much. I hadn't seen him in a while. "Hi Wes!" I said excitedly. "Hey" he said, pulling me into a tight hug. I stepped aside to let him in."I haven't seen you in a while" I said "How have you been?" ."I've been okay. I've just been busy with pack matters. You know how it is.”“Tea?” I asked, leading him into the kitchen. “That’d be great, thanks.”Inside the kitchen, I prepared enough tea for both of us. When I finally joined him at the table, Wes was already settled there. “It’s good to see you, Lorraine,” he said with a smile “You look well"“Thanks. It’s good to see you too. I’ve missed you.” He took a sip of his tea. “So, how’s everything been? How are the kids? "They're great. How about you? How’s
LORRAINE'S POVI tried to shake off all thoughts of Kylian as Neil and I swayed to the rhythm of the music. The club was alive with energy. The flashing lights made it easy for me to get distracted. I closed my eyes and let my body do its thing. Neil twirled me around over and over, making me laugh. Jake brought more shots for us from the bar. I declined. I didn't want to go home smelling like alcohol because of my kids. Neil, Jake and Gina kept drinking. We were all having a good time. As time went by, Gina got tipsier by the minute. Her laughter was loud. It was so loud that I could hear it, despite the loud music in the club. She kept stumbling slightly in her heels. I went closer to her "Do you wanna sit down?""No" she shouted, giggling "I wanna dance" She didn't seem like she wanted to rest. I went back to having a good time with Neil. Some moments after, Jake excused himself to use the restroom. The three of us continued dancing, but it was clear that Gina was far from her u
LORRAINE'S POVThe next day, I woke up with a huge headache. I spent the whole night crying so I wasn't surprised. Even though I was heartbroken, I had to show up for my kids and act like everything was alright. I went to their room with a forced smile. "Wake up, my angels" Slowly, I woke them up one by one, showering them with kisses. I believed my sons were the only people in this world who wouldn't betray me. They were the only ones I could count on. Their smiles made all my hard work worth it. I loved them with everything inside me. I wouldn't trade them for the world. I got them ready and dropped them off to school. When I got home, I crawled back into bed to get some sleep. I barely slept last night due to all my thoughts. I wanted to get some sleep before I started my chores for the day. A few minutes after I closed my eyes, I heard a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone. Who could it be? With a loud groan, I got up and walked towards the door. When I opened it,
LORRAINE'S POVThe next morning, I made my way to the training arena. I hadn't been consistent with my training due to how busy I was. I was determined to get back on track. I knew Neil would be there but I would do my best to keep my emotions in check. I would ignore him as much as possible. I said hi to the other trainees. They seemed excited to see me. "Hey Lorraine" one of them said "We haven't seen you in a while" I smiled at her "I've been busy. I'll try my best to come more often" Another one of my friends nudged me playfully "We missed you" "I missed you guys too" It didn't take long for Neil to arrive. As soon as he came in, we stood in a horizontal line, waiting for him to begin the lesson. He stood in front of us with a serious expression. Seeing him brought a fresh wave of emotions—anger, sadness. I took a deep breath and pushed them aside. I was here to train not to think of the past. When he laid his eyes on me, I saw a hint of surprise in them. He opened his mout
LORRAINE’S POVTaking a sip of my tea outside, I watched as Alex and Aiden played in the yard. Their laughter filled the air. I smiled at the sight of them. Neil crouched down beside them with a genuine smile on his face. He handed out the new toys he'd brought for them. The kids adored him, and I couldn't deny how happy they were whenever they saw him. "Look, Mom!" Aiden shouted at me, waving his toy in the air"Uncle Neil got us new toys!"I smiled and waved back. "That's wonderful, sweetheart!"Neil looked up at me from where he sat on the grass. I could see the sadness in his eyes as he stared at me. He'd been visiting us like he usually did. He always brought something for the kids, always trying to find a way back into my heart. But I couldn't let him in. Not after everything that had happened with Kylian. I decided to take a break from relationships. I was too broken. It had been years but it seemed like I wasn't fully healed yet. I still had trust issues. Plus it seemed like e
KYLIAN'S POVI stood at the window of my office. My eyes scanned the surroundings of the palace for the hundredth time. I was trying to distract myself from how anxious I felt. Molly's revelation had kept me up for countless nights. I couldn't believe it. Everything was a lie. I made sure Molly confessed to me. She told me everything, of how she lied about Lorraine just to get in my favour. The part that hit me the most was the fact that she knew Lorraine carried my child but didn't tell me. I had to find her. I didn't care what the cost would be. I needed to find my mate and our child. Could she still be alive? If she was, how did she survive all these years as a single mother? I clenched my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms and drew blood. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have sent her away just like that. I was too blinded by pride, blinded by my anger. I should have known that Lorraine wouldn't have done anything to hurt me. We had a strong connection and I let her
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI stared at the map spread out on the table before me. On the map, there were ink lines, marking territories and boundaries. Why didn't I think of this place before? I had a feeling that Lorraine would be here. It was a hidden pack, far away from mine. It was outside the country's borders. I just didn't believe she could have wandered that far on her own. Who dropped this map here? An anonymous person must have dropped it to give me a clue. I never had the map before. For the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful. I could finally see her again. But there was one thing that made me disappointed - I couldn't go to that pack, not without being stripped off my title. Leaving my pack to enter that territory would strip me of my title as king. I would no longer be Alpha Kylian; I would become a Stray. Alphas were forbidden from associating with certain areas, and this was one of them. The consequences were severe, but the need to see Lorraine, to know for sure, was
MOLLY'S POV. I had a perfect plan. Every step I took was meant to secure my position of power. But there was one crack I hadn't anticipated—Kylian hated me. He didn’t just dislike me; he despised me in a way that seeped into every glance, every word. He treated me worse than the maids, worse than the guards, like I was less than nothing.And now, the staff was starting to notice. They no longer gave me the respect due to a Luna. The way they looked at me—it was unsettling. No. This couldn’t go on. I needed to make Kylian like me, at the very least respect me as his Luna.Killing Lorraine had crossed my mind more times than I cared to admit. But the truth was, the second she dropped dead, suspicion would fall squarely on me. Kylian wouldn’t even need proof. He’d throw me in the dungeons without a second thought, and what good would all my plotting and power be if I was rotting away in a cell?So, I searched for another way. Something quieter. I asked around, made some discreet inquiri
KYLIAN'S POV The pack was finally restored to its natural state. It hadn’t been easy—trust was fragile, but over time, the pack members began to heal, learning to live once again in peace and harmony under my leadership. The shadows of Yaz’s reign gradually faded. I hadn’t expected Yaz to step down willingly. The day he discovered the truth, he climbed onto the stage, addressing everyone. His voice was heavy with regret as he apologized for the trauma he had caused. But his words were met with silence, and the pack didn’t believe him until he publicly denounced his desire to lead and declared he would step down.It wasn’t until the moment he stepped off the stage that I realized how deep their wounds ran. Stones, shoes, food—everything imaginable—was hurled at him. The shouts and curses came fast.“You beast! You killed my daughter!”“I have nightmares because of you!”The scene was chaotic, heart-wrenching. Yaz, once feared, now stood vulnerable, bearing the wrath of a broken pack.
YAZ'S POVIt was the day of the fight. The one Kylian, that bastard, had challenged me to.For the hundredth time, I cursed myself for not ending him when I had the chance. I could’ve killed him, and no one would’ve batted an eye.What about Cole? And his formidable soldiers?Cole’s weakness was simple—his mother. I could use that, easy.As for Kylian’s soldiers...I clenched my teeth at the memory of how stubborn they were. After we returned to my pack, I’d crammed them into three of the largest cells we had. They fit into three separate rooms, and I went to each one, offering them riches and power, attempting to sway them to my side. But they stood firm. “We only answer to Kylian,” they had said in unison.I hissed under my breath, adjusting my fighting gear. "Fools."The battlefield loomed ahead. The ground was cold beneath my feet. Kylian was already there, and the sight of him made my heart skip—he looked...stronger. How? I’d locked him in that cell, barely feeding him enough to
KYLIAN'S POV “I’ve got your back, man. Do as he says,” Cole whispered to me. I wanted to yell in his face, to scream at the injustice of it all, but I saw the truth in his words. There was no choice. Not with Yaz standing there with his cold eyes watching me like a predator about to strike. I’d heard stories of Yaz’s cruelty, his ruthlessness, but seeing it now—the hard lines on his face, the smug twist of his lips—was enough to make the hair on my neck stand up.This was once my Beta, someone who stood by my side for years. Now, I realized he wasn't who I thought he was. Yaz was my best friend, my best man, the person I trusted. He had my family in his hands. My pack. My people.My nails bit into my palms as I fought to control the rage boiling inside me. How had I let this happen? Right under my nose, that bastard had gotten his claws into everything and everyone that mattered to me. My men stood shackled, helpless. I couldn’t protect them. Not yet.I glanced at Rose. Her chest r
LORRAINE'S POV "No!" Aiden's screamed "I won’t leave you, Mommy!" He started climbing the ladder again, his small hands gripping each rung."Aiden, please," I whispered My pulse thundered in my ears. "Please, go."But Aiden wasn’t listening. His little body moved back toward me.The soldiers were closing in fast. Their boots pounded against the earth, rattling my bones. I saw Rose rush from the house in a futile attempt to stop them, but they struck her hard across the face and bound her wrists instantly. I wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but every plan I thought out didn't make sense. There was nothing I could do in this moment. Too much happened all at once. Even if I ran with Aiden, I knew they’d shoot. My boy—they would kill my boy.So I stayed. I stayed rooted to the spot, paralyzed as the soldiers finally reached us and pulled Aiden from the ladder, their rough hands gripping him too tight. Aiden cried. I struggled, my own hands clawing at their arms, trying to free him. B
KYLIAN'S POV “Are you sure we can trust this man? How do we know he’s not tied to Yaz somehow?” Cole’s voice was thick with WORRY. I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road. “For the last time, Cole, the guy’s not interested in politics or alliances. He just wants to do business. You tell him how many soldiers you need, he gives you a price, you pay, and that’s it. He’s a mercenary, not one of Yaz’s lackeys.”Cole grunted, “I just don’t want us walking into a trap. Yaz has become a monster—he controls everyone through fear. One wrong move, and these mercenaries could turn on us in the middle of a fight.”“I get it, I do. But trust me, brother. This guy is solid. He doesn’t care about Yaz or anyone else. All he wants is his gold.” I kept my voice steady, though I understood his hesitation. The stakes had never been higher, and one misstep could cost us everything.Silence settled between us as the car hummed along the road. Since Oscar's funeral, I’d been working every contact I had to f
WES' POVI thought the goddess was punishing me. That was the only explanation for what my life had become.After days of endless torment, I'd stopped trying to survive. The pain was relentless, pulling at me until I was nothing more than a shell. Cole had promised to take care of Lorraine, and I believed him. He always kept his word, even when he acted like he didn’t care. There was nothing left for me to fight for. I wasn’t living—I was simply enduring, and each day brought new horrors.When Cole left, my world spiraled into endless agony. They introduced me to tortures I hadn’t known existed, using my body as a test subject for their newest, most sadistic weapons. I prayed for death, begged the goddess to take me, but she never did. I could still hear the sharp crack of the whip, the searing hiss as fire scorched my skin. My body was nothing but pain, a ragged thing barely holding on.My voice had long since given out. My screams echoed in the dark until they became part of the sil
KYLIAN'S POVI pulled my eyes from Lorraine, though the connection lingered in the air between us, as Oscar’s voice filled the space."Rose and I," he began, his voice shaky but firm, "we’re both related to Kylian."The room fell silent as both Rose and Oscar's gazes landed on me. The weight of their attention was palpable. I blinked, my mind racing, trying to piece together the puzzle they were laying before me. How could this be? I didn’t know Rose, not at all. Oscar had worked for me since I was a kid, yet nothing in our relationship hinted at anything beyond employee and employer. I knew how close he was to my father. That was all. But I didn’t say any of this aloud. No one did. We all waited. The tension was thick as Oscar took a breath, pressing his bruised hands to his chest.“I am your grandfather,” he said, his voice breaking slightly, “and Rose here is your mother.”I should have laughed. If I hadn’t already regained my memory, I might have believed them. But I had. I knew
LORRAINE'S POV Rose had finally convinced me to let one of the nurses take Aiden to the children’s section. Though my heart ached to leave him, I knew he would be safe, surrounded by others his age. I watched him settle in. His cute face looked back at me with a smile before I turned away.Once we were sure Aiden was in good hands, I rushed after Rose, following her down the corridors to Oscar's ward. My heartbeat quickened with every step. I could feel an unshakable sense of dread building within me. When we burst into his room, the sight that greeted us left me frozen.Oscar lay battered, bruised, and broken. The bandage wrapped around his head, the casts on both legs, and the sheer number of cuts scattered across his body—he looked like a man barely holding on.“Oh Goddess,” I gasped, my hand flying to cover my mouth. The world tilted slightly as I absorbed the state he was in. Yet somehow, through all that pain, he managed a weak smile.“How did this happen?” My voice was barely