LORRAINE'S POVThe night was filled with so many fun moments. We played drinking games at the bar. I didn't take too many shots before I started to get Tipsy. When we were done playing games, we rushed to the dance floor to dance. I was too drunk to care about my moves. Jollie and I danced wherever the music carried us. I swayed my body to the beat, laughing almost every minute. I spun around, not caring who was behind or around me.After what felt like hours in the bar, we decided it was time to go home. The music still echoed in my ears as I stumbled out of the bar. Jollie had to link our arms together to stop me from falling. We both wobbled on our heels, giggling like teenagers. "Lorraine, you were amazing on the dance floor tonight!" Jollie slurred. I could tell she was drunk too. I laughed "You weren't so bad yourself. We really tore up that dance floor!"The rest of our colleagues trailed behind us. Everyone was in high spirits. We were all either Tipsy or really drunk. There
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVAs soon as I heard Yaz say that, I rushed to the palace library. That was the place I last saw her not too long ago. I guessed that was the place she tried to commit suicide. As I walked there, so many questions filled my mind. Why did she do this? What was wrong with her? Was it because of the virus? I didn't understand what was going on. The little girl was strange. She refused to talk to anyone so it was impossible for anybody to know what was going on in her head..When I got to the library, I caught sight of a small crowd. Some of the guards had gathered round to see what was happening. I saw a nurse place Isabella on a stretcher. Her eyes were closed and she was bleeding in her stomach area. They quickly administered some first aid actions before carrying her out of the library. I looked at her in disbelief. Yaz walked over to me. "Kylian," he said "It's bad. She stabbed herself.""Who found her?" "One of the guards. He heard her scream. When he came in, h
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVWhen the coffin was brought up, we searched for any clues of Emma. Even though it was empty, I was certain that we would see something that could lead us to her. Inside, I saw a tooth - just one piece. I looked at it. It looked old. It didn't look like it belonged to the young girl in that picture. Emma seemed too young to have this kind of tooth. This tooth looked weathered and decayed... Like it belonged to an old werewolf. Could this have belonged to her? Or was this for someone else? The more we dived into this case, the more confusing it became. Everything about this situation was confusing - the virus, Isabella's nature, the fact that Emma might not really be dead. It was all overwhelming and my head was starting to spin. I never once envisaged that the virus that threatened to destroy my pack would somehow be linked to the fake murder of a little girl. How was that even possible? Why did Emma fake her death? Had someone kidnapped her? I had so many question
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI looked at the mansion in surprise. The drawing of the tooth matched the tooth we found perfectly. What could this mean? "That's weird" Yaz muttered. "Tell me about it" I looked at the tooth in my hand and back at the drawing on the mansion, just to make sure I was seeing the right thing. They looked like a perfect match. The mansion was obviously a sign. We had to go inside. Maybe we could find someone who could help us inside. "Let's move" I said. "What if they attack us?" Wes questioned. "Then we fight""Are you crazy?" Yaz shrieked "Do you want to start a war with the rogues?" "We'll find a way to settle amicably. We'll tell them that we're not here for war. They might listen to us" "Since when have the rogues ever listened?" "Are you coming with me or not? We don't have time to stay out here arguing. Let's go. That's an order" We walked towards the mansion. The mansion was huge, surrounded by tall gates. Surprisingly, the gates were opened so we walk
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVEmma and I looked at each other intensely. Her chest heaved up and down as she breathed heavily. She looked like she was ready to kill us. I had to be diplomatic about this"Emma, listen to me," I said calmly "We didn't come here to fight or to harm your wolves. We came here because of Isabella."At the mention of her sister's name, Emma's expression shifted, if only slightly but her face became hard again. She quickly masked her emotion with a hard glare. "Isabella?" she spat "Why would you bring her into this? You're annoying me even more""You have no idea what's going on. She needs you," I said "She wants to see you. She—" But before I could finish, Emma cut me off with a harsh laugh. "You expect me to believe that? After all this time, you think you can just waltz in here and mention my sister to manipulate me?""That's not it," I insisted, taking another step forward. The wolves around her growled, but Emma held up a hand, and they subsided. "Isabella attem
LORRAINE'S POVSlowly, I opened my eyes. My head was pounding badly. I had to hold my head to soothe the ache. My tongue felt like sandpaper, and the taste of liquor still clung to my mouth. I squinted against the harsh morning light that filtered through the window. Memories of last night came rushing in. I remembered how wasted we got at the bar last night. That's probably the reason I have a hangover. It's been a while since I had one. I turned my head and I instantly became aware of a presence beside me. It was Neil. He slept soundly beside me. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. His dark hair was tousled. The sight of him here, in my bed, made me scared. What had I done? My stomach churned. Did we have sex? “Neil,” I nudged him gently. “Neil, wake up.”He stirred in his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes.He rubbed his eyes “Lorraine? What’s wrong?”I swallowed hard “Did we… did we sleep together?”He sat up “No, Lorraine. We didn’t. You had too much to drink last night,
LORRAINE'S POVAs soon as my shift was over, I took off my apron and went towards my sons. They were seated on one of the tables, entertaining themselves with their drawings."Hey guys" I said "It's time to go home"I said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving with Alex and Aiden. On my way home, my phone buzzed. I checked it and saw that the message was from Neil.Neil: Hi beautiful. Are you done with work yet?I smiled as I sent him a reply.Me: Yes. I'm on my way home.Neil: Okay. I'll see you soon.I grinned as we walked further. On the way home, Alex and Aiden told me all about what happened in school that day. The conversation lasted till we got to our front door. I unlocked the door and we entered inside."TV for only an hour, okay?" I said "Then you'll do your homework""Okay mummy" they chorused.It didn't take long before I heard a knock on the door. I had a feeling it was Neil. I opened it and found out I was right. Neil stood outside with a smile on his face. He handed
LORRAINE'S POVThe next morning at work went by smoothly. There was no trouble. The customers were happy. I worked peacefully with my colleagues. I felt at peace. Life was really turning out well for me again. I smiled every time I thought about my night with Neil. It was perfect. Even at that, I couldn't help but compare it to my first time with Kylian. Nothing could compare to the night Kylian and I had together. It was passionate and.... I couldn't even put my finger on it. Nothing could describe what I felt that night, what we both felt. I could tell he felt it too. I felt bad for using Neil to get over Kylian. Neil was a nice guy and I liked him a lot. Sadly, nobody could compare to Kylian. I fucking hated myself at this point. I went on with my work, trying my best to get my mind of Kylian. By midday, I was ready for a break. The scent of coffee filled the break room as I entered. I saw Jollie already seated at a table. She scrolled through her phone while sipping a cup of co
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