With my sons missing, there was only one thing I could do. I made by way to the police station. Before doing that, the teachers along with other people looked for them but we caught no sight of my boys. Oh no. Not again. The thought of something happening to them caused a deep ache in my chest. Who could be behind this now? Neil was behind bars so it definitely couldn't be him. My mind was a mess. I wondered who could have taken my sons. I wondered how the school could have been stupid enough to let them go with strangers. But the funny thing was, the teachers swore that I was the one who picked them. What the hell was happening? By the time I got to the police station, I was a mess of nerves. Luckily, I had the note from yesterday in my hands. Someone was threatening me. Someone was after me. The note, the absence of my boys - I was sure that they were all connected. Someone was after me and the mere thought of it made me scared. The moment I saw the inspector on duty, I felt a
KYLIAN'S POVI ran all the way to the police station as fast as I could. My heart pounded and adrenaline coursed through my veins as I stormed toward the station entrance, scanning my surroundings.Where was she?My chest tightened as I failed to spot her. I felt the pulse of anxiety within me as I approached the nearest officer whose face was buried in a computer screen.“Good afternoon,” I forced out, trying to keep my composure.He barely glanced up, muttering a half-hearted response.“Have you seen a young woman here today? She—”“Yeah, yeah,” he cut me off with a lazy flick of his wrist. “She came in about a missing kid or something. Just left, not too long ago.”His words hit me like a blow to the chest. I froze. “Left? Left where?”Something in my voice must have snapped him to attention because he finally tore his eyes away from the screen and looked at me properly. “Uh,” he stammered, “she stepped out with one of us.”“One of you?” My brow furrowed. “Yeah,” he nodded, a bit
KYLIAN'S POVI traced Lorraine’s scent to the best of my ability. At this point, all my senses were heightened. My wolf senses were all over the place. I traced her scent to an empty clearing all the way at the other side of town. I checked around for the plate number I had memorized and I found it. The car was parked haphazardly near an abandoned building, the perfect spot for something sinister. The street was empty, no signs of life anywhere. I pulled up a few feet away and saw them—several men near a van. My breath caught when I saw what they were carrying.Lorraine’s limp body.They dropped her carelessly into the van, slamming the door shut, and were about to lock it when I made my move. I and sprinted toward them, feeling my rage increase. The moment I saw Lorraine’s limp body being tossed into that van, a fire roared to life in my chest. Every ounce of control I had been clinging to snapped. My wolf stirred inside me, furious, claws itching to shred through these men.There
KYLIAN'S POVThe moment I opened my eyes, I knew something was wrong.Lorraine was gone.I reached out for her warmth, but my hand landed on cold sheets. Her side of the bed was empty, and a sudden uneasy feeling pressed down on my chest. “Lorraine?” I called softly, but the silence that greeted me was unsettling. The house felt void, as if her absence drained it of its lifr. I dragged myself out of bed, my heart racing with unease. “Lorraine?” I called again, louder this time, hoping she'd appear from around the corner, maybe with a laugh, teasing me for being paranoid. But my voice only echoed back to me.I rushed through the rooms, my mind jumping to a dozen different possibilities. Where could she have gone at this hour? I dialed her number as I searched every corner of the house. Each unanswered ring intensified the knot in my stomach. When she didn’t pick up, dread settled in my bones.I paced in the kitchen, staring at the spot where she’d left her phone last night—except
KYLIAN'S POVIt’s been days since the tragedy happened and the house felt suffocating. Alex’s absence was like a shadow cast over everything. Without him, the house seemed empty. Aiden had barely spoken since we returned. The light in his eyes had dimmed. The spark in his eyes was replaced by a feeling that no child should ever bear. He refused to leave the house, isolating himself in the corners where he used to laugh.At meals, he stared at the empty chair that once belonged to Alex, his fork barely lifting to his mouth. When he did manage a bite, his eyes flickered to the seat as if waiting for his brother to appear. One afternoon, as I tried once again to coax him from his shell but he stood up and glared at me with his hands trembling. “Why didn’t you come for us?” His voice cracked “Why didn’t you save us from that monster?”The raw pain in his voice sliced through me. His words hurt me more than any knife ever could. I struggled to find words. My throat was tight with guilt.
WES' POVCole collapsed on the floor, exhausted.“You're just a lazy ass," I managed a smile as I lowered myself onto the floor and leaned against the wall.Actually, Cole wasn't a lazy ass. That felt like the hardest work I had ever done. Cole glanced at me, gaping. “Are you kidding me right now?"I chuckled, wiping the sweat from my forehead. “Who knew these walls were this strong."“I definitely did not know," he breathed.“Well, that aside." I lowered my voice, “The main resources are available now. What we need to do now is act.”He turned in my direction and nodded. “Yes." I held his gaze. "And you have to keep the promise."He sat up and nodded. "I've given you my word, Cole. And you also have to remain alive, I'd be back.”I nodded and looked away. I wasn't about to give a promise I couldn't keep. I think he suspected it too but he said nothing.The plan was simple. First, we agree to find a way to get Cole out of here then I made him promise to ensure that my family does not
COLE'S POVAfter I wriggled free from the tunnel, I bolted into the night, refusing to make the mistake of stopping. The city was eerily quiet, just as we’d hoped. I ducked behind a pillar as a group of guards rushed past. Their focus was on extinguishing the fire that blazed in the palace.Everything had gone according to plan.But no matter how much I tried to shove the images from my mind, they kept coming—Wez, bound, tortured. I’d offered to block the tunnel from the outside while he handled things inside, but he refused, insisting on his own capture.“We can’t risk both of us getting caught. It’s best this way,” he had said. He was right, but it didn't stop the sick feeling that twisted in my gut. I couldn’t bear the thought of him suffering because of me. I could only pray he’d survive long enough for me to return with help—long enough for me to find Kylian and restore peace to the pack.Wez’s sacrifice had to mean something. It couldn’t be in vain.And my mother… A lump rose i
COLE'S POVI felt something hit my leg and glanced down. A small boy glared up at me, hands on his hips. His eyes were fierce for someone so young. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. For some odd reason, he looked awfully familiar. I felt like I had seen him before which was weird. His deep blue eyes glared at me. "Hey!" he snapped. "Will you watch your way, sir? You just ran into me."I blinked, taken aback by his audacity. "I don’t know... I’m the big one here. Was I too small for you to see? You should watch where you're going next time."His face scrunched up. "You're so rude!" he muttered before storming off toward a nearby building.I smirked, watching as he disappeared into what looked like a mall. He's cute and awfully familiar. I was probably tripping. Shaking my head, I turned back to the streetsDay two in this city, and I was already growing frustrated. The people were distant, closed off. No one wanted to help, and time was running out. Oscar was still unconsci
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