YAZ'S POVThe next day, I paced back and forth in my room. It had been several hours since I sent the assassins after Kylian, and the silence was becoming unbearable. I needed answers. I needed confirmation that my plan had worked. They weren't taking their calls and it drove me insane. What was taking them so long? I ordered kilograms of wolfsbane. That should be more than enough to do the job. I stopped dead in my tracks. What if the plan didn't work? What if somehow Kylian survived? The thought of it all scared me but I remembered that nobody could survive that amount of wolfsbane, not even an Alpha. I kept drinking to distract myself and calm my nerves down. As I moved to pour myself another drink, a knock on the door sounded. "Enter," I said. The door opened and three of the assassins stepped in. Their faces were unreadable. Their eyes were cold and devoid of emotion. My pulse quickened as I studied them, searching for any sign of success or failure. What could have happened
LORRAINE'S POVRose and I sat in the living room, having a talk. She came to visit me and the kids. I was happy to have her. I watched as my kids and their friends played a game of tag in the living room. I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face. Their laughter filled the house as they ran all over the place. I loved seeing my kids happy. The sight of children happy was one of the best experiences for a mother. It’s moments like these that remind me of why I keep going, even when things get tough. Looking at my kids, I started to think of Kylian again. For some reason, Kylian came into my mind at the sight of them. Alex and Aiden'a dark hair and blue eyes reminded me of Kylian. They looked so much like their father. Every time they laughed with their friends, I saw Kylian in them. They were starting to look more and more like him everyday. It was a bittersweet feeling. In that moment, I allowed myself to dream again. In my dreams, I saw Kylian and I on the couch, ins
LORRAINE'S POVThe smoke in the house was thick and suffocating. The flames were almost everywhere. I could barely see a thing. I held Alex closer in my arms as I tried to go through the fire and debris. The crackling of the flames and the falling of the house’s structure were loud. "Mom, I'm scared," Alex whimpered. "I know, baby," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But we're going to get out of here. I promise."We turned a corner, and a beam crashed down in front of us, blocking our path. The heat was unbearable. I could feel the sweat trickling down my face. I scanned the room desperately, trying to figure out a way to escape. Luckily, my eyes landed on a window not too far away."We have to get to that window," I whispered to myself. As we reached the window, I opened it with all my strength. I positioned Alex on the ledge."You're going to jump, okay? I'll be right behind you," I assured him.He nodded. I helped him climb out, and he jumped, landing safely on the grass
LORRAINE'S POVMoving into our new home was both a relief and a challenge. The fire had taken everything from us, leaving only material losses and memories of what we once had. Slowly, we settled into the house. Luckily, the boys loved the place. Things were hard for me mentally. I kept thinking about all that we had lost. I practically had to start all over again. Anyway, I tried to focus on the positives. We had a roof over our heads, and we were together. That was all that mattered."Mom, do we have to go to school tomorrow? Alex, asked as I unpacked his clothes. I forced a smile, trying to hide the exhaustion that I felt. "Yes, sweetheart. It's a new beginning for all of us. But that doesn't stop you from going to school."Aiden looked up from his toys "Will we be okay here, Mom?"I smiled at him, ruffling his hair. "Yes, my love. We'll be okay. We're strong, and we'll get through this together."Despite my words, I didn't feel that way on the inside. The truth was that I was t
LORRAINE'S POVAs the door closed behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, but the tears that had been threatening all day finally broke free.I sank to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. I let the sobs wrack my body. The memories of the assault in the manager's office replayed over and over in my mind. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and the tears flowed uncontrollably.“How did this happen?” I whispered to the empty room “How did everything fall apart so quickly?”The trauma of what happened in the manager's office was still fresh in my mind. I replayed it over and over. I remembered how helpless I felt. I didn't want to think of what would have happened if I hadn't escaped. Even through my tears, a tiny voice inside me whispered that I couldn’t break down completely. I had to be strong for my boys. They depended on me. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I took a deep breath and forced myself to stand.Later that evening, I forced a
LORRAINE'S POVLater that week, I managed to get a job as a receptionist at a small office downtown. The pay wasn’t great, and the hours were long, but it was better than nothing. My first paycheck went straight to getting new clothes for the boys. Seeing their smiles when they put on their new outfits made all the exhaustion worth it. Something strange was going on in the mansion next door. I kept hearing strange noises coming from there, like someone crying and calling out for help. I ignored it most of the time but lately, it was becoming more disturbing. Every evening, as I prepared dinner, I heard it—it sounded like something, or someone, being beaten. I felt goosebumps down my arms every time the noises started, but I tried to push it out of my mind, focusing on the things I had to do. One evening, as I was stirring a pot of stew, the sounds became louder. "Mom, what's that?" Alex asked me. He seemed bothered by the noise. Even Aiden looked worried. It meant I wasn't bein
LORRAINE'S POVI paced my living room. My heart pounded in my chest as I thought of everything that happened. The thought of Kelly going through something like that didn't sit right with me. I remembered Kelly’s haunted eyes and the bruises on her face. I couldn't ignore this. I had to do something. Rose entered the house. She came by to check on us. "Lorraine, what's going on? You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin." she said. I stopped pacing and turned to her, taking a deep breath."Rose, I need to talk to you about something serious."She frowned "What is it? Is everything alright?"I shook my head "No, it’s about Kelly. Remember when I told you that I had been hearing noises? I saw it for myself one night. She’s... she’s being abused by her husband."Rose’s eyes widened in shock. "Kelly? Oh my God, Lorraine. That’s horrible.""I know," I said "And it’s not just occasional. It’s been going on for a while" "Well, I think I've heard of the rumours. People have been
LORRAINE'S POVI ran down the street as fast as I could. My breaths came in ragged gasps as I ran. My heart pounded so loudly in my chest that it drowned out everything else—the sound of Mr. Stevens' heavy footsteps behind me, the blood roaring in my ears and the distant sounds of the crickets.. All I could focus on was running and putting as much distance between us as possible.Mr Stevens was fast. He got downstairs and ran after me as fast as possible. I guess that's what happens when you have something to hide. You have no other choice but to be quick. “Get back here!” Mr. Stevens screamed. His voice was closer than I wanted it to be. He was catching up to me. I couldn't let that happen. If he caught up to me, I'd be dead. I pushed myself harder to run faster. My legs burned from the effort. I could feel him getting closer to me. As I reached the edge of the yard, I made a split-second decision. I had an idea on how to lose him. Instead of going straight, I veered to the left,
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