COLE'S POVHours had passed since my confrontation with Yaz. After leaving his chambers, I’d gone to the only place that usually brought me peace, if only for a moment. But even my canvas, with its half-finished painting and the silent muse posing nude before me, did nothing to calm my nerves. My hand trembled as I attempted to paint, the brush slipping and ruining the curve of her figure.Frustration flared inside me. For the first time, not even the strokes of my brush could ease the uneasy feeling inside me. The documents, the mounting danger, Yaz's threats - it was all too much. I tossed the brush aside and stormed out, knowing that painting wouldn't solve this problem. Not today.I needed a distraction, something to take my mind off the chaos that Yaz had unleashed. Perhaps burying myself in the pack's endless reports would clear my head. But as I walked back to my chambers, the sight of smoke rising in the distance made my heart race. I quickened my pace. “What’s happening?” I
COLE'S POVI had made my decision. There was no going back now.I walked through the palace gates. I knew Yaz would be there, waiting, savoring every moment of his so-called victory. He always relished the chance to gloat, to twist the knife even deeper.And there he was, standing in the middle of the throne room like he owned it already, feet spread apart and with a gun in his hand. His smile was as vile as ever.“Ah, the Alpha graces us with his presence,” Yaz sneered, rubbing his thumb along the metal of the gun. “Here to hand over your title, or here to die trying to keep it?”“Cole, no!” A voice cut through the tension.I turned sharply, my heart freezing in my chest. My mother knelt to the side, her hands bound behind her back. Bruises covered her swollen face, and the whip marks across her arms and legs turned my stomach. Her torn dress and disheveled hair, streaked with dirt and leaves, told the story of how they’d dragged her here, how they’d broken her. Pain gripped my ches
COLE'S POVIt was madness. It was a suffocating whirlwind of chaos. Every day, it felt like the pack was sinking further into the depths of hell, loyal or not, all of us were trapped under Yaz’s tyranny.Yaz had become a monster. A tyrant in every sense of the word. He killed without hesitation, and each day, new rules were former. Cruel rules. He had turned everyone into slaves. Pack members' homes were ransacked, their food hoarded for himself. The only ones who ate were those who bowed before him and slaved to meet his impossible standards.The sight of children, once full of life, now dragging their small bodies through hard labor broke me. Their tiny hands once meant for books and laughter now cracked and bruised from the work that had been forced upon them just so their families could survive. How could anyone be this cruel? Even the young were not spared his wrath.I had anticipated a reign of terror, but never like this. Not even in my darkest thoughts had I imagined he woul
YAZ'S POVI stood before them like a supervisor surveying his disciples. They were a sea of cowards trembling at my mere presence. Their heads bowed, their bodies rigid with fear. The power I felt in that moment surged through me like a drug, intoxicating, overwhelming. They feared me, and rightfully so. The scent of their fear was more potent than the blood spilled at my command, and I reveled in it."Raise your heads," I commanded. A few flinched, but they obeyed. Slowly, one by one, their heads lifted. Eyes still averted, they dared not meet my gaze. Weaklings. That’s what they had become under the pathetic rule of Kylian and Cole. Their reign had bred softness. The Moon Goddess. I sneered at the thought. A lie they clung to. The moon goddess was a fairy tale to they used comfort themselves in their pathetic existence. But I? I was no myth. I was here, real and strong. I was the only god they would ever need."You’ve been lied to your entire lives," I began, pacing slowly before
OSCAR'S POVI could still smell the blood on my hands—thick and suffocating. It wasn’t the familiar blood of animals I’d butchered to feed the royal family, nor was it my own. No, it was the blood of others. The innocent ones. The ones I had tried—and failed—to save alongside the healers. The blood of those whose lives slipped through my fingers with their dying breaths haunting me. I had to get out. I couldn’t stay in a kingdom where lives meant so little, where we were butchered like animals. If I stayed any longer, I knew it would be my turn next. There was no escaping that reality.The tall trees stretched high into the sky. The forest was familiar, like the back of my hand, but tonight, it felt more like a cage. I had been running for hours, leaving behind the kingdom that had become my prison.My lungs burned. Every breath was a painful rasp as I forced my legs to keep moving. I couldn’t afford to stop. Not even for a moment. If I did, they’d find me. They always did. The Alpha
LORRAINE'S POV The next morning, I woke with a sense of excitement thrumming through me. Today was the boys' birthday, and I couldn’t wait to see the joy on their faces.Kylian had taken the boys out for a morning stroll after we sang them a birthday song over cupcakes. Their little faces had lit up with happiness, and their gratitude had melted my heart. What they didn’t know was that the real surprise was still waiting for them.“They’re coming!” I whispered, peeking through the curtains as Kylian and the boys approached the house.We all hid, stifling giggles as the door creaked open.“Why is it so dark?” Alex’s little voice echoed through the house.“Mum?” Aiden called out.When we heard the door close behind them, we jumped out from our hiding spots, shouting, “Happy birthday!”Kylian flicked the lights on, and the boys froze in surprise. Their wide-eyed expressions slowly morphed into pure excitement as they took in the decorations and the crowd of people gathered for them.“A
LORRAINE'S POVKylian hoisted me up with ease, his hands firm on my hips as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. My arms curled around his neck, pulling him closer until there was nothing between us but the rapid thrum of our hearts. The tension in the air was electric, crackling as his lips hovered inches from mine.A low sound escaped him as I rolled my hips against his, feeling the heat of him through the fabric that separated us. The moment was heavy, filled with the sweet anticipation of what was to come. He began walking backward, never taking his lips off mine. Our tongues rolled together hungrily. I wasn’t sure where he was taking us. I didn’t care. Not when his lips found the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. The gentle pressure of his mouth sent a shiver down my spine as he pressed me closer, our bodies in perfect sync.He kicked the door shut behind him, and with a smooth movement, laid me onto the bed. His body never left mine. His hands roame
KYLIAN'S POV I stood at the edge of the bed, gazing down at her. Lorraine laid sprawled across the sheets, her body glowing softly in the light, waiting for me—no, inviting me, as if every part of her was meant to be touched, savored. My eyes trailed down, lingering on the wetness between her thighs, already pulsing with need. The sight alone sent a ripple of heat through my cock.Propped on her elbow, she grinned. That laugh—God, that laugh always tugged at something deep within me, a place I didn’t even know existed until her.“You're so dramatic, Kylian,” she teased “Hurry up. I’m running out of patience.”I chuckled softly, pulling down my briefs. Her eyes widened, darkening with hunger as she swallowed, watching every movement with eager anticipation. As I moved over her, positioning myself so that my body hovered just above hers, the heat between us became obvious. Our lips met briefly—soft, teasing—before I pulled back, reveling in the way her lashes fluttered closed and her