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
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThe next day, a burial was held for Hans. He was the head guard of my palace and he deserved a befitting burial. His death hurt me deeply. I couldn't help but feel like part of it was my fault. That night, I should have done something. We should have patrolled the grounds till dawn. Maybe if I had done that, he would still be alive. Hans was always there when I needed him. He fought selflessly for this pack. He would be missed. I took it upon me to take care of his family personally. I wouldn't let his kid or mom suffer. I would take care of all their expenses. I stood in front of the crowd the high priest recited the ceremonial rites. Sounds of sobs filled the air. We were all dressed in black. The skies were grey, threatening to rain. The colour of the sky matched the mood of the people. His death was felt by all the pack members. He would be missed dearly. The burial procession was done by the other guards. Together, four of his closest friends carried his cask
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sat behind my desk, fuming with anger as I thought of everything. I couldn't believe Molly was behind everything. But how? How could someone as fragile as Molly take down three of my best men? "Do you really think Molly could be the one behind this?" Yaz asked. "Why do you doubt it?" Morra asked from beside me "Why would Wes lie?" "The men who are dead are three times Molly's size. How on earth could she kill them?" "She could have had help. The biggest mistake you men make is to underestimate a woman. Why do you think few female serial killers are caught? You think they don't exist?" "You should see where I'm coming from. I don't want us to pin this on the wrong person" "But Wes told you that he saw a purple crest. The only person who wears that is the Luna" "What if Wes was mistaken? Or what if someone wore that to impersonate Molly? This could be a trap or a decoy. If we arrest the wrong person, we're giving the killer more time to roam free. You have to
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POV I walked through the forest deep in thought. I recalled the conversation I had with Morra last night. For the first time since I met her, Morra's story seemed doubtful. I don't know why I think she's hiding something. I didn't have that feeling when I met her. Lately, my wolf has been restless and suspicious of someone. Could Yaz and Oscar be right? Could she be a spy? Once again, I thought about the circumstances surrounding our meeting. I believed it was a pure coincidence. But what if it wasn't? There could be an insider in the pack who tracked my every movement. Maybe she knew I would come to the cliff that night. My mind was a mess. I hoped I hadn't made a mistake by taking Morra in. I didn't even think it through. I felt so sorry for her that I let her into the palace without even thinking about it thoroughly. She looked harmless. My mind buzzed with all sorts of questions. I decided to come to the forest and check the cabin. Maybe I would get a clue of
LORRAINE'S POV Rose and I made our way back into the village. I remained quiet throughout. My mind was in a mess of thoughts. I recalled everything that I saw when we got to the border. The girl smiled at me in a creepy way. It wasn't just the smile that irked me. It was the way she looked at me, as if she knew me, or as if she wanted to cause havoc. Before she did that, she looked like an innocent young girl who could do no harm. But as soon as I saw the smile on her face, I started to think otherwise. Maybe she really was a threat. Did I make a mistake by telling Rose to release her? What if she comes back to cause more trouble? Speaking of coming back, I hadn't forgotten the words she mouthed. "I'll be back". What did she mean by that? Who is that girl really? Hundreds of questions filled my mind as I tried to figure out what the hell happened back there. I could feel Rose stare at me in concern. "Lorraine, what's wrong?" Rose asked me. "You've been awfully quiet since we
LORRAINE'S POV Later that night, Neil came to pick me up at 7. Before then, I asked Becca if she could watch the kids and she excitedly said yes. She was happy that I had met someone new and was finally going out. Becca had always forced me to go out more but I always refused. I didn't have time nor the zeal for that. Usually, I go to work and come straight home. I didn't bother about a social life because I wanted to focus on my boys plus, with everything that happened to me in the past, I didn't want any attention from anyone. My boys were more than enough for me. Neil and I drove to his house. Presently, we were in his kitchen. His kitchen was filled with sounds of music and the scent of spices. He was cooking pasta for us. I sat on the island, kicking my legs in the air as I took a sip of my wine. I swayed to the song that played. It was easy to let myself loose around Neil. He was just.... I don't know.... Like a breath of fresh air. I watched as Neil moved gracefully around
LORRAINE'S POVI couldn't believe my ears. Neil had a girlfriend? Well, from her words, it sounds like they weren't together anymore.I stood still, trying to listen to what they said. Neil spoke in hushed tones. I could have used my senses to hear him but in that moment, I decided it wasn't worth it. Even though they might not be dating anymore, the lady clearly had feelings for him. And from the look of things, they had unfinished business together. I didn't want to get mixed up in this drama or any sort of drama at all.I would talk to Neil tomorrow. But for now, I wanted to pack my things and go home. Hopefully, everything will blow over by tomorrow. Neil and his guest need privacy to discuss and I wanted to give them just that. Neil better have a good explanation for all of this.I started packing my things into my bag. I looked around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. I had just finished packing when I heard the lady say something that shocked me to my core."You can be
LORRAINE'S POVThe next day, Wes and Oscar came to visit. The kids had gone to school and Becca had gone to get some things from the supermarket, leaving the three of us alone. We settled on the couch and drank some hot tea that I made. I was grateful for their presence. If they weren't here, I would have still been dwelling on the events that happened last night. At least, I could be a bit distracted with their conversations. Surprisingly, I found myself facing a conversation I never thought I'd have: talking about the possibility that my best friend, Molly, could be a murderer."Molly?" I shrieked in surprise "No way. Why would you say that?" The first thing Wes told me was that Molly had been arrested and suspected for murder. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. I've known Molly since we were kids. She was the closest friend I had. She couldn't hurt a fly. "It's chaos out there, Lorraine," he said People are scared dying. The pack members are scared. We're all confused...
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