ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sat there in the dark room, closing my eyes. It felt as if the walls were closing in around me. Due to how dark it was, I had lost all track of time. I had no idea how long I had been here. I wasn't used to being locked up or being uncomfortable. I was a fucking Alpha. I was used to having everything I wanted. While I stayed in this room, Lorraine's face haunted me. I imagined her being locked up in that dark cell. It must have been so hard for her. Now that I'm going through the same thing, I understand how she must have felt. She must have been so scared. She shouldn't have been in a place like that. She was too beautiful to be punished that way. But my anger didn't let me think it through. Her face haunted me everyday. Being in this room, I had enough time to think. I saw her face everywhere, every time I opened my eyes and every time I closed them. The thought of her kept me company. It helped me pass time. I thought of us together, imagining how life would
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThe hours stretched endlessly. I had no idea how long I had been in here. It could have been days or a month even. I didn't care anymore. All I could think about was Lorraine. Her image remained vivid in my mind. The memory of her smile, her touch, it's all I have left to hold onto in this dark place.My wolf stirred restlessly within me. I could feel an ache pulsing through my veins. My mind wasn't at rest. I felt uneasy and it's not just because of the state of the pack. My wolf called out to Lorraine. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I can feel his longing, his desperation to find her, to reunite with our mate. It was a bit surprising to me. I rejected her. Our mate bond is supposed to be broken. I'm supposed to have forgotten about her. Why does it feel like our bond is still strong? Why can't I forget her? My heart ached for her. Sadly, I had to tell myself the truth. There was no hope of finding her. I didn't know where she was. I would have asked Wes but
LORRAINE'S POVI patted Aiden and Alex's body with a damp towel. Their bodies were heating up. They've had a bad fever for a few days now. Their temperatures were high yet they were shaking and complaining about how cold they were. I was worried. I didn't want anything bad to happen to them. What can I do? We were cut off from civilization. The bunker was hidden deep in the forest. Even if I wanted to go to a city to look for a pharmacy, it would take me close to a day to get out of this forest. Panic gripped me tightly. I could see that my boys were suffering and I hated it. "I'm so sorry" I whispered. "Mommy" Aiden muttered, shivering "It's so cold" I touched his body again. It was heated. What could be the problem? "It could be the change of environment" Becca said from behind me. I turned to her "Are you sure? They've been settling in quite well" "It's possible. Children take time to get used to another environment after being in another place for so long" I sighed "I just
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe pack suffered under Morra's reign. Her greed for power made her unconcerned about how the pack members were doing. The members starved more and more as the days went by. Due to the drought that was coming, the pack had low food supplies. Morra gave out the larger rations of food to her Shadow legion members and gave the scraps for the remaining pack members to share. The members were powerless against her rule. Morra's men took over completely. They had turned all of Kylian's guards into slaves, rendering them useless. The Council members had no way of getting word out because the borders were blocked. The terrorist men kept eyes on all pack members at all times.Morra took a slave from every family. She ordered them to build a temple for her. The slaves worked from dusk to dawn for under her orders. Anyone who tried to protest was met with punishment. The terrorist men took note of all who tried to defy their rules. By the end of the week, Morra had a long li
NEIL'S POVMy eyes widened in surprise when I saw the mark on the boy's neck. Could he be... "Could that be the witch's son?" Oscar asked. "I guess so""How come she's never found him then? She's been searching for him for centuries yet it took us only a day and a half to find him" Oscar's words echoed in my ear. He was right. How come she never found him? She's been to this town to torment them. On her way, she must have seen the cave and she must have checked. If he really is the witch's son, does this mean that he's been frozen for decades? How long has she been looking for him exactly? "Maybe he's just a boy who has the evil mark" I said. "But the mark has to be gotten through a bite." "A bite of what? I never understood that part" "Even I don't know. From what I heard, the evil mark is given to children who have deep rooted evil inside them or through a bite from a powerful shifter. It's a legend. I never believed it until it happened to my friend. Even he doesn't know how
LORRAINE'S POV One morning, I returned from fetching water at the stream. When I stepped through the door, I called out the names of my boys. To my surprise, there was no response. I looked round the bunker in fear. Alex and Aiden weren't here. I dropped the buckets and went outside to check the backyard. Still, they were nowhere to be found. "Alex!" I called out "Becca! Aiden" I was just about to go somewhere else to look for them when I sighted them walking towards the house. They had sad expressions on their faces. I could tell they were scared. Becca walked behind them. "Boys, what are you doing out here?" I asked. I knelt down and they rushed into my arms. Becca smiled at me "I decided to take them out for a walk" "Why? They still aren't feeling well. You know they're not strong enough to be going around" "I thought the same thing but they really wanted to go out" "That's not true" Aiden said "We never said so" I looked at Aiden then at Becca. "What?"
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI sat on the cold floor of my cell, thinking about my plan. This was my only shot at freedom. I had to think about it carefully. If something goes wrong, it'll be the end for all of us. I have to make sure that everything runs smoothly. The state of my pack depends on it, depends on me. There was no other way for me to reach my guards. Most of them were being used as slaves. My only hope as a spy was the maid who usually comes here to serve my food. The maid told me all about Morra's plan. She told me that Morra was planning abhuge party. The party had no meaningful purpose. She just wanted to lift the mood and celebrate her victory. From what she told me, the party is supposed to be an extravagant one. Morra had gotten access to the royal funds and spent a whole lot on it. Morra also planned to invite some royals and more of her terrorist group members. Morra was determined to turn this pack into hers solely. I clenched my fists. I could feel the anger boil withi
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe night of the ball had finally come. The grand hall was filled with extravagant decorations. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, making the marble floors seem even shinier than usual. . There was a staircase at a corner of the wall. The curves of the staircase were adorned with bouquets of flowers. From the top of the staircase, flowed a banner of the royal crest. The walls were lined with fancy mirrors and paintings. In one corner of the hall, a large buffet was laid out on a long, banquet table. The table contained plates and shiny cutlery. Morra's guests mingled around the table. She had invited some rogues as well as other terrorist group members. Their laughter and conversation filled the air, along with the soft music playing. Morra stood in the middle of it all, admiring her creation. She didn't spare a dime when it came to the decorations. Everything turned out exactly the way she planned in her mind. She was dressed in a long red dress ado
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