YAZ'S POVI made my way to the dungeon. I walked along the dark corridors until I got to the cell I was looking for. Lorraine sat on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest. I could hear the sounds of her sobs. I could swear that I even heard her whisper Kylian's name a few times. I almost laughed at the sight. She had fallen hard for him. She shouldn't have done that. It was all funny, really. The sight of it all entertained me. "Bring her out to the holding room" I ordered the guard "I want to talk to her alone"He bowed his head "Yes Beta" I went to the holding room and sat there, waiting for the guard to bring Lorraine to me. It didn't take long. I could hear her struggle against him outside the door. "Let me go!" she screamed. Kylian was right. She really was feisty. The guard came in and threw her to the floor on her knees. She was handcuffed. "Well, well, well" I said in a mocking tone "Look what we have here. The fallen queen. Technically, you aren't queen yet but y
LORRAINE'S POVThe next morning, I didn't feel too well. Apart from the emotional turmoil inside me, I didn't feel well physically. I laid on the floor in a foetus position. My body was heated up. I could feel the heat from within me. I shivered on the cold floor. I could feel the beads of sweat dropping from my forehead. I could barely open my eyelids. My mind was foggy. "Are you okay?" Becca asked me. My teeth gritted as I spoke "I'm fine" I wasn't fine. I was thrown here because of how cruel my mate was, because of a simple mistake. So what if we were mates? That's a good thing. Kylian should be happy about finding his other half. Instead, he threw me here into the dungeon. Our wedding is supposed to be tomorrow. I was so excited. Look at me now. The thought of it all made tears well up in my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I know it sounds crazy but within the few days Kylian and I spent with each other, I had grown to love him. It's most likely the mate bon
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sighed loudly as I sank wearily into the armchair in my study. Today was hectic. I had endless meetings that I had to attend to. I needed to inform the council about my change of plans. I told them about Lorraine’s deceit, along with the lies that she tried to bewitch me. Molly's plan worked. I could tell the council didn't believe me. Even I knew the lies I told sounded a bit ridiculous. However, they couldn't say anything to dispute me and Molly's engagement because of her family's elite status. I went through series of other meetings with the wedding planner. Yaz was on my neck about Lorraine and Becca's punishment. Everything left me feeling drained, both physically and emotionally. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the throbbing ache that pulsed behind my eyes.Different emotions swirled inside me. I couldn't explain them. At first, I was certain that I would punish Lorraine and Becca but then, I was blinded by my anger. I was hurt by the fact that Lorraine
LORRAINE'S POVI sat on the cold damp floor. My body was still heated up and I shivered violently. My condition was getting worse by the day. I felt weak to the point where I could barely move a muscle. I felt the walls closing in around me. The cell was dark. I hadn't seen the sunlight in what felt like forever. As a result, I didn't know how long I had been here - Days? Maybe a week had gone by. I wouldn't have known. My mind was filled with thoughts of Kylian. I struggled to contain the emotions I felt inside me. Tears filled my eyes every time I thought about him. I tried to console myself with the few good times we had. When I laid on the floor in the darkness, I imagined his comforting arms around me. I knew I should hate him. He locked me down here for a petty mistake. Still, I couldn't help my feelings for him. It was pathetic. The fact that I was pregnant scared me more than I cared to admit. I didn't know what to do. I didn't expect to be locked up in a dungeon and pregnan
LORRAINE'S POVI sat in the cold dark cell. I rubbed my belly as I stared into space, lost in my thoughts. I couldn't believe that there was a life growing inside me. I imagined having a family with Kylian. It would be the most beautiful thing. I had always dreamed of finding my mate and starting a family. I loved children. I'm sure Kylian would love his child too. For the first time ever since I landed in this cell, I felt a bit of... Hope. I trusted Molly. I knew she would deliver my message. I also had a feeling that Kylian would realize his mistakes as soon as he hears the news. He would instantly change his mind and come down here to get me. I would forgive him and we would move on like it never happened. He was just annoyed. That's the reason he threw us down here. Once everything is sorted out, all will be well again. From the way Kylian comforted me and made me feel safe, I had a feeling that he would make a good father. Every Alpha wants an heir. Apart from that, I knew tha
LORRAINE'S POVI stood there in silence, not caring if I lived or died. I could hear the growl of the beast but I couldn't care less. "Lorraine" Becca said "We need to do something" I stared into space in silence. I could feel the world spinning around me in a blur. I thought of everything that had happened. It brought tears to my eyes. Kylian had exiled me.... And our child. Not only did he not care for our baby, he sent me away. This same Kylian that made love to me passionately that night.... Was the same person who sent me away. How? How could someone be so cruel? Why did I fall for him so fast? "Lorraine!" Becca screamed "Let's do something". Becca's voice faded into the background. She tried to shake me from my trance but it didn't work. I was lost in my thoughts. Now, I felt like a shadow of myself. I just wanted it all to end. I wish I was dead. How could I be so foolish? The growl became louder. Suddenly, a large bear emerged from the trees. It growled loudly. Becca's han
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sat at the head of the table in the board room The council members sat around me as they waited for me to address them. To other people, I looked normal but deep inside me, I had a lot of conflicting emotions. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lorraine. I tried to get her out of my mind but it just wasn't working. The main door opened, revealing Molly. She was dressed in a white flowing long wedding dress designed with stones. She wore a veil on her head and had a bouquet in her hands. Mollu wanted a big ceremony but I decided against it. I decided to have a small private gathering in the board room. Lorraine wanted a huge ceremony. If I did that with Molly, it would be a betrayal to Lorraine. But why did I care? I didn't want a big ceremony anyway. It wasn't like I was getting married for love. It was just a contract agreement and should be treated as such. It didn't need any type of extravagance. Molly walked towards me slowl
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sat in the palace bar alone, lost in my thoughts. I held a glass in my trembling hand. I had lost count of how many glasses I had taken. I just wanted to feel numb. The weight of my regret made it hard for me to breathe. I saw Lorraine everywhere I turned. "Your highness" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Oscar. He sat on the stool beside me. I could see the concern in his eyes. Ever since the wedding, Oscar had avoided me. We hadn't spoken since then. I had missed his company. "Whats wrong, son?" he asked me. .I turned to him, unable to hide my pain "I miss her, Oscar. I miss Lorraine so much it hurts."Oscar shook his head. He placed a comforting hand on my shoulder "Do you really?" I burped "Yes, I do" He took the glass from my hand and dropped it on the table. "That's enough, son" he said "Let's get you into bed" Oscar held my hand and led me out of the bar. I struggled while we walked down the corridor. My vision was blurry. I could barely see strai
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