ALPHA KYLIAN'S POV I stood there, wondering what the hell was going on. This couldn't be happening. “Isabella,” Emma’s voice trembled with emotion. “It’s me, Emma. I'm your sister. Don’t you remember?”Isabella’s brows furrowed “Emma? I don’t... I don’t know you.”Emma’s knees buckled, and she sank to the floor with tears streaming down her face. I wanted to rush to her, do something but I was rooted to the spot How could this be happening? Just a few days ago, Isabella was crying out for her sister. “Doctors!” I said, as if coming back to my senses “We need the doctors, now!”The guards hurried out to get the doctors. A few minutes later, they returned with a team of doctors and nurses. "Isabella seems to have lost her memory" I told them. "We'll run some tests now" a doctor said "Please step aside" We all went outside, leaving the doctors to their work. In the hallway, the tension was obvious. We all exchanged worried glances with each other but said nothing. Emma sat on a
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThat night, I paced up and down in my office. Yaz stood in a corner, watching me in silence. The textbooks scattered across my desk held no answers. Every corner of my mind was filled with Isabella’s face. I didn't understand how this was possible. An innocent girl was the cure to our pack's suffering, yet the price was a life I could not bring myself to take.“Kylian, you need to rest,” Yaz said “You’ve been racking your brain for hours.”“I can’t,” I replied “I can't do this. . I have to find another way. I can’t kill her. There has to be another cure.”Yaz sighed tiredly. From the look on his face, I could tell he was frustrated already. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder before leaving the room. I sank down in my chair, thinking of a solution. Isabella. Her name echoed in my mind. She was willing to sacrifice herself to save everyone. She didn’t deserve this.I couldn't do this. What kind of leader couldn’t protect his own people? What kind of Alpha couldn’t
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThe sun was setting over the hills. It was a beautiful sight to see. I stood at one of the balconies in the palace, taking a deep breath. The sight before me should have brought a sense of peace to me. After all, my pack was fully healed and thriving after so many weeks of sickness. But I didn't feel peace. Peace always slipped through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to grasp it.My thoughts drifted towards Molly. She had healed quite well. Still, she was in pain, emotional pain. She hadn't been herself since the loss of our child. I had no idea on how to get through to her. Sure, I didn't have any feelings for her but I did care for her. She was the mother of my child, after all. I turned myself away from the view, making my way to her chambers. I wanted to check on her to make sure she was alright. I knocked on her door softly. "Come in" she said. I opened the door and entered. I found Molly sitting by the window, deep in thought. She turned to face me
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThe sunlight seeping in from the window reflected in my eyes, making me wake up. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and a dull ache pounded in my head. I blinked against the morning light. In my head, I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The last thing I remembered was being drinking far more than I should have in my private bar. I turned my head slowly and to my surprise, I saw Molly sleeping beside me.For a moment, panic gripped me. How did she get in here? What had I done? What had I said? Did we have sex? My memories were hazy due to the alcohol. I closed my eyes, hoping the fog in my mind would clear, but it didn't. Molly stirred and in a few seconds, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled sleepily at me. "Morning," she murmured, stretching her arms. "Morning," I replied "Did I... did I do anything crazy last night?"She laughed lightly "You were pretty drunk, but nothing too wild. You mostly just talked."I frowned "Talked? About what?"Sh
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVThe whiskey burned its way down my throat as I took another gulp. The heat of the alcohol burnt through my chest. My head started to feel lighter. "Lorraine?" Wes asked in a surprised tone "My sister? You've gotta be joking""I still love her," I said "I think about her all the time. I want her back so badly. She's the only woman I've ever loved."Yaz raised an eyebrow. "Who?"I sighed "Lorraine, my former mate. The woman I was supposed to marry years ago" For a moment, there was silence as Yaz's expression shifted from confusion to recollection. Then he scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Lorraine? The one who deceived you? Why are you wasting your time thinking about her?"His words cut through me. I couldn't bear to hear anyone talk about Lorraine in a bad manner. "She means everything to me." I said. Yaz laughed loudly "I can't believe this" "What's funny about my sister?" Wes asked "I'd you've got something to say about her, say it to my face" "Oh p
LORRAINE'S POVThe next few days were a struggle. After dropping my kids in school, I laid in my bed all day crying my eyes out. I felt pathetic. I felt heartbroken and used. I couldn't believe Neil would keep such a secret from me. He called me multiple times but I refused to answer. The only person on my mind was Jollie. She must have felt so hurt and betrayed by me. I needed her to know that I had nothing to do with this. I had to find her. After a few days, I worked up the courage to go to the restaurant to see her. It would be fine if she didn't want me to work for her anymore but at least, I needed to clear my end and let her know that I wasn't aware of the situation. She had been such a good friend to me and I didn't want to lose her. I threw on some clothes and rushed out the door, making my way to the restaurant. When I reached the restaurant, my heart sank. The windows were dark, and the doors were locked. There was a small sign taped to the glass that read "Closed." It fe
LORRAINE'S POVLater that evening, Rose and I sat outside, just stating into space in silence. The cool evening breeze hit our skin. I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. I felt so frustrated and overwhelmed at the same time. There was a huge knot in my chest that refused to get loose. "Thanks for letting me come over, Rose," I said, looking down at my hands. "Of course, Lorraine," Rose replied "You know I'm always here for you. Is there something on your mind? What's going on?"I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar ache in my chest. There was one person on my mind - someone that wasn't supposed to be. I should have forgotten about him the moment he banished me from the pack. Yet somehow my wolf still craved and cried out for him."It's Kylian," I admitted, "I still think about him. These days, I can't get him out of my head. I mean, I've thought of him over the years but... I don't know. I know I shouldn't think about him but I can't help it" Rose's eyes widene
LORRAINE'S POV (a few days later) I hummed as I set the table for lunch for my kids. They would be back from school in an hour and I wanted everything to be ready by the time they arrived. After setting the table, I wiped my hands on a towel and reached for my phone to call Neil. It rang a few times, but he didn't pick up. I frowned, wondering what he could be doing. He told me he wouldn't be going to work today. I tried again, but there was still no answer."Maybe he's just caught up with something," I muttered to myself. Since I wasn't doing anything till the kids got back, I decided to make most of my time. I grabbed my purse and keys to get some groceries from the nearby market. As I stepped out of the house, I felt a sudden urge to stop by Neil's place. Maybe he was home and just hadn't heard his phone. It wasn't far, and I could use the walk to clear my mind. I could stop by there to say hi to him before going to get the groceries I needed. I smiled to myself as I walked. Th
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