ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVMorra's blade hovered dangerously close to Molly's stomach. My heart felt heavy in my chest. That's my child. I'd be hurt if anything happened to it. I felt hopeless. It didn't matter how powerful I felt at this moment, the fact was that I couldn't do anything. If I made a move, Morra could stab her. I could see the malice in Morra's eyes. She was serious about this. Besides, she was too fast. I wouldn't be able to save Molly in time. I thought about what to do. I struggled to find a way to save Molly and our unborn child."Kylian, please..." Molly's voice trembled with fear. I could see the pleading look in her eyes. She was terrified. But I was frozen, paralyzed by the impossible choice before me. How could I protect both Molly and our baby? Morra's eyes gleamed evil. Her lips turned into a twisted smirk. "Say goodbye to your precious little baby, Kylian," she sneered "It's time to end this charade once and for all."I clenched my fists. I racked my head, desp
LORRAINE'S POVThat night, I grabbed my sons and we huddled together. I rocked them till they fell asleep. They cried so much that their voices got hoarse. They were frightened to the core. I had never seen them this scared. I'd be scared too if I was woken up in the middle of the night and was told that I had to run. I did my best to comfort them. Finally, they fell asleep. Gently, I placed them on the floor. I kissed their foreheads. I was glad that they had finally fallen asleep. We would stay here till morning. By morning, everything would be calmer then we would return home. As soon as I made sure they were asleep, I stood up. Becca's words echoed in my head. I couldn't believe she would say that or even think about it. It made me wonder what she would have done if I hadn't come home in time. Becca stood, leaning on the wall of the cave. She faced the entrance, looking deep in thought."Becca" I called her. She turned to me "Yes Lorraine" "You've been like a mother to my chi
BECCA'S POVI stepped out into the night. Deep in my thoughts, I walked further into the forest. I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was that I needed some fresh air. I couldn't stay in that cave with Lorraine any longer. I felt guilty about the words I said to her. I panicked. That was the last resort or so I thought. Thinking about it now, I should have never said that. I out of all people should know how Lorraine felt. I was a mother once. I knew how it felt to lose a child. I never told Lorraine this but I've actually had an encounter with the witch before. It's one of the reasons I was so scared. I didn't want to come in contact with her again. If she saw me, she could expose everything. I'd like to keep my past in my past. I was content with my new life and I didn't want anything to ruin it. "I told her to surrender her son to the witch," I whispered to myself. The look of betrayal on Lorraine’s face tugged at my heart. I feel bad for what I said. All the apologies in
NEIL'S POVI could feel the coldness of the cave in full force on my skin as I knelt beside the frozen boy. I used my pick axe to keep breaking the ice. Luckily, I had made progress. Oscar and I had been at it for days. We used all forms of heating methods along with other means. Slowly, the ice barrier was starting to break away. I was almost done. My arms and my back literally hurt. The plan was to free the boy, get him the hell out of here and find the witch. Perhaps then, she would finally leave us alone. Before now, I wondered why the witch couldn't find him after all these years. That night, when she accused Oscar and I for trying to kill her, it finally clicked. Whoever hid this boy knew that the specie of witches she belonged to hated cold places. I read more about it. A particular breed of cursed witches couldn't enter extremely cold faces. The person who hid this boy was aware of this. The person hid the son here, knowing fully well that the witch couldn't enter a cold cave
BECCA'S POVI began to get more desperate by the moment. Rose had proven to be just as useless as Oscar. I needed to find the boy myself. He shouldn't have gone too far. He was probably being hidden in one of the houses here. Where else to hide something if not in plain sight? I went from house to house, asking people if they had seen the boy with a mark in his neck. By now, I had gone to over seven houses yet nobody had seen him. If he wasn't here, then where was he? Where could they have taken him? I needed answers and I needed them now more than ever. I didn't want to give up on my search yet. I continued going to people's houses to look for him. With each passing moment, my frustration grew more and more. I was getting more annoyed and agitated by the second. I couldn't let everything I had worked so hard for be destroyed in an instant. I needed to find him and make things right again....fast. I had to do this before the witch realizes he's been found. I continued my search. I
LORRAINE'S POVThe next day, I tended to Aiden and Alex who laid on the bed. As soon as the sun hung in the sky that morning, we made out way back to the bunker. Aiden and Alex clung to me tightly. They barely slept throughout the night. I hummed as I rocked the two of them to sleep. I tried to soothe them by stroking their hair gently. Their soft breathing showed me that they had slept off. I was happy that they were resting. Even when we got home, they were a bit agitated. I kissed their foreheads then gently laid them on the bed one by one. When I saw that they were still fast asleep, I got up and tip toed out of the room.When I got into the living room, I let out a deep breath that I had been holding in. I raised up my head and fanned my face with my hands, trying my best not to cry. It was all too overwhelming for me. Life hasn't been the same since we moved here. My heart rate increased loudly in my chest. I was starting to feel anxious, like the walls were closing in on me.
LORRAINE'S POV"Isabelle?" the witch said. I looked around in confusion. Who's Isabelle?I stood there, clutching Alex and Aiden tightly behind me. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum. "Isabelle," the witch called out again. Her voice echoed through the house, making chills crawl up my spine. My grip on my son's tightened. I was so scared. I could feel their bodies trembling in fear. "You're mistaken" Neil said "There's no one named Isabelle here.""You're the one who's mistaken" The witch said "I know that voice. I recognize it" "It's probably a mistake. I have your son with me. He's been hidden for years, I think. He was inside a cold cave. I guess that's why you couldn't find him. Since, you can't enter cold places" The witch removed the hood of her cloak, revealing hollow, empty eyes. I gasped silently. She had no eyes. The sight of her face scared me even more. I did my best to shield my children so they wouldn't see her but I think they already did. "Mommy" Alex cried
LORRAINE'S POVA lump formed in my throat as Becca's words sunk in. I felt so shocked at her words. She wanted revenge. Does this mean she's going to kill the witch's son? I had to pinch myself to make sure what I was experiencing was real. I couldn't believe what has happening before my own very eyes. It looked like a movie. Saying I was shocked was an understatement. I looked at Becca in disbelief. How could she be so cruel? How could someone I trusted with my life, someone who had been like family to me, do something like this? I thought about everything Becca and I had been through. She had become like a sister to me. Even when we were banished from the pack, she didn't blame me, not once. She was always nice to me. She had stood by me through thick and thin, helping me raise my boys when times were tough. Deep down, I understood how Becca felt. She was grieving. She missed her son. I would probably want revenge if someone killed my boys. I wouldn't be able to live with myself
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