LORRAINE'S POVThe next day, I and the rest of the trainees stood in the training area. Neil stood in front of us. He instructed us on breathing techniques. He demonstrated breathing styles to help us fight better. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. We were here to train how to fight. I saw this as a waste of time. I didn't see the need of learning breathing techniques. It didn't have any importance in combat, to me at least. Everyone else seemed to be paying attention to Neil. They practiced their breathing with Total concentration. I wasn't surprised. They would probably crawl on the floor if Neil instructed them to. They were all in awe of how hot he was and were probably willing to do anything to be on his good side. They kept giggling like teenagers all through the day. "Let's try another technique" he said. I almosr groaned out in frustration. What the hell is going on? How's something as unnecessary as breathing going to make any difference in our skills as fighters? We brea
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POV"Morra?" I spoke. As soon as I saw it was her, I stood up. She dusted herself and got up as well. "You seriously have no chill" she said in a mocking tone "You're acting like someone wants to kill you" I took her arms and looked at them. I had pinned her down hard. I was surprised that she didn't have any injuries. "Are you hurt?" I asked her. "Not really. My body just hurts a little" "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you" She shrugged "It's fine" I looked at her in disbelief. What was she doing here? She doesn't live in this pack. I dropped her off at a village nearby. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. Morra smiled sheepishly "I-I wasn't following you, if that's what you're implying," her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I actually came here looking for you" I raised an eyebrow "Looking for me? Why?" "I - I just wanted to see you again. I mean, you saved my life. I was wondering if you lived around. I guessed I should come to this pack to start
LORRAINE'S POVTo my surprise, the person at the door wasn't Neil. It was Oscar. Oscar stood there with his usual positive aura and a smile plastered on his face. The sight of him never failed to warm my heart. He just had this father-like kind of energy. "Oscar" I said happily "What a pleasant surprise"He smiled "Hello Lorraine. May I come in?""Do you even have to ask? Of course"I closed the door behind him when he stepped in. It had been a while since I saw Oscar. I was glad to see him."Hi boys" Oscar said to Alex and Aiden."Uncle Oscar!" they both chorused.They jumped from the couch and rushed to hug him. Oscar laughed heartily. He carried them up one by one and threw them in the air."Ow" Oscar said "You're getting too big. Very soon this old man won't be able to carry you"Alex and Aiden were both happy to see him. They jumped excitedly. Oscar handed them two gift bags, one for each of them."Say thank you" I told them.They hugged him "Thank you"They took the bags and we
LORRAINE'S POVOn our way home, Neil tuned the radio several times, searching for some music. "Why don't you just play from your phone?" I asked him "You could connect your phone" "Shh! There's something timeless about using the radio" I rolled my eyes with a smile "Weirdo" "Look who's talking" I gasped "I'm not weird" Neil smiled at me "You are, in a cute way" I playfully punched his arm. He chuckled. He finally settled on a channel. Backstreet boys blasted through the speakers. "You are my fire!" Neil sang "The one desire. Believe when I say! I want it that way!" I laughed loudly. Neil was so off key. "You're lucky you can fight" I said "Imagine you couldn't do anything and music was your last option. You'd flop so hard" "You're interrupting! Tell me why! It ain't nothing but a heart break" I couldn't help but sing along "Tell me why!""It ain't nothing but a mistake. Oh tell me why" I put my hand under his mouth, using it as a fake microphone. He sang into it. "I neve
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVYaz and I held a private meeting in my room. Oscar stood behind me, in the corner of the room. Yaz and I talked about the security of the pack and how to strengthen it more. "What updates do you have for me on pack security?" I asked him. Yaz straightened in his seat. "I've been reviewed our perimeter patrols and guard rotations. I believe we need to increase our presence along the northern border. There have been rumors of mountain rogues encroaching on our territory."I had heard the rumors of rogues going from pack to pack to cause destruction. They were getting bolder and stronger each day especially the ones in this country. The rogues would go to some packs and destroy it just for the fun of it. The men would assault the women, take some of the members as slaves and set the villages on fire. When I heard these rumors, I wasn't too bothered. I had one of the best pack of warriors. My security was tight. But the pack members were worried. They wanted to see us
I almost jumped out of bed when I saw Neil. He was seated beside me on the bed. His gorgeous brown eyes stared back at me intensely. I could see the concern in his expression. I felt my cheeks heat up at the sight of him. I still felt embarrassed. I acted as if I was sick just to avoid him. Yet here he was, right in front of me. "Hi Lorraine" he said. The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine. I loved the way he said it. I wanted to hear him say it all the time. "Hi Neil" my voice was barely a whisper as I said this. He looked even more concerned "Lorraine, are you okay?" he asked me. I quickly tried to compose myself, smoothing down the wrinkles in my bedsheets. I sat up straighter. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said "I don't mean to be rude but why are you here? I wasn't expecting you" "I wasn't expecting to come here either but at training today, I didn't see you. I asked around but nobody seemed to know where you were. I was worried so I came looking for you. Becca told me
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVMost times when I sleep, I see Lorraine in my dreams. I try not to think about her but even at that, she appears to me. Tonight, I had a dream about her again. I stood on a mountain at night. Everywhere was pitch black. Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet started to crack slowly. In the distance, I could see her, Lorraine. She stood in a swirling mist. Her body was covered by shadows but I could still see her. For some reason, the sight of her sent shivers down my spine. I tried to reach out to her, to call out her name, but my voice was lost."Lorraine" I called. No sound came out. I tried again but it was the same result. I walked closer to her, hoping to reach her. Lorraine turned her face to me. Her eyes were empty and hollow. She had an expression I couldn't read. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. The sound was swallowed by the darkness that surrounded her. I opened my eyes. I found myself at the edge of the cliff. I had come here to think and clear my
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVAfter my talk with Molly, I decided to head to my chambers to sleep. I laid in my bed for what felt like an eternity but I couldn't sleep. I was exhausted yet my wolf wouldn't let me sleep. I was restless. My wolf hasn't behaved this way before. He tossed and turned inside me, making me unable to close my eyes for even a minute. What is going on? The only reason my wolf could be doing this is if he senses something. Previously, I had a feeling that I was being watched. Was I just being paranoid? I closed my eyes firmly, willing sleep to come to me by force. My wolf grew more agitated by the second. Its senses were on high alert. I didn't understand why he acted this was. Was it because of Morra? Even as I laid in bed, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It felt as if someone was in the shadows waiting for me to let my guard down so he could strike. Every little sound the crickets made, every rustle of the curtains, every footstep I heard outside made m
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