Zara's pov It had been a month since I arrived at Black Ridge Pack, and for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The isolation of the mountains brought a calm I hadn’t known I needed. There were no whispers of my bloodline, no hovering Alphas watching my every move, and no enemies breathing down my neck.I was no longer the frightened woman scrambling to survive. Here, I was just Zara, a wolf determined to forge her own path.Kael’s training sessions were brutal, but I welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that I was getting stronger, that I was no longer defined by my past. The wolves in this pack didn’t care who I had been or what enemies hunted me. They only cared that I pulled my weight, that I worked as hard as everyone else.But even in this haven, secrets had a way of surfacing, and Black Ridge held one that would change everything.The morning sun hit the mountaintops as I stepped into the training grounds, the cool mountain air filling my lungs. Kael was alre
Zara's pov I froze at the top of the stairs, watching in horror as Mia tumbled down. She hit the floor with a sickening thud, a deep claw mark across her chest bleeding uncontrollably. My hands trembled, clutching the pregnancy test results I had fought so hard to hide. Panic consumed me, and before I could stop it, my wolf had surfaced. My claws had struck her. My sister. Ryker, my mate the one I had loved since childhood, the one I had always dreamed of standing beside—was by Mia’s side in an instant. His face was a storm of fury, his jaw clenched as his piercing eyes locked onto mine. In that moment, he wasn’t just my Alpha, the leader of our pack; he was the man I had spent my whole life longing for, trusting, and cherishing. But the words he spoke shattered me. “What have you done, Zara?” he roared, his voice echoing with raw anger. “How could you be so cruel?” I flinched as though he had struck me. His accusation, his disbelief in me, cut deeper than any wound ever could.
Zara's POV When I woke up, the world around me was disturbingly quiet, punctuated only by the hum of fluorescent lights. The antiseptic smell infiltrated my senses, and my body felt as if it were weighed down by a thousand bricks. My chest ached—not just from physical pain, but from the void left behind by my wolf, compounded by the heavy guilt pressing down on me. As I blinked until my surroundings came into focus, I noticed the cramped room clearly wasn’t designed for a long stay. As my surroundings came into focus, I took in the cramped room around me. The walls were stark white, bare except for a small, outdated clock ticking quietly above the door. A single narrow window let in a sliver of pale light, partially obscured by blinds that hadn’t been adjusted in years. The bed I lay on was stiff, the thin mattress offering little comfort, and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. Most wolves healed quickly; places like this weren't built for a slow recovery. “Zara,” a fa
Zara’s pov As soon as Ryker stormed out, slamming the door, the silence felt suffocating. I stood there, heart breaking all over again. “I knew it,” I said softly to Luna Diana. “He never loved me—just saw me as a friend. I thought I was different, but I was wrong.” Luna Diana's expression softened, allowing me to continue. “Even when we were younger, I convinced myself it wasn’t personal. But now, I see he never really saw me. And now…” I touched my stomach, where our child grew. “I need to leave this pack,” I said firmly. “Not just for me, but for my baby. If I stay, we won’t survive.” Luna Diana’s eyes widened, but she nodded. “What do you need, Zara?” “I have some savings from part-time work when i was in the university. It’s not much, but it’s a start. I just need help getting to the human world, somewhere I can hide and raise my baby.” After a long moment, she sighed. “I’ll help you. There’s someone I know at an art institution looking for someone with dance e
Zara's POV When I woke up, the world around me was disturbingly quiet, punctuated only by the hum of fluorescent lights. The antiseptic smell infiltrated my senses, and my body felt as if it were weighed down by a thousand bricks. My chest ached—not just from physical pain, but from the void left behind by my wolf, compounded by the heavy guilt pressing down on me. As I blinked until my surroundings came into focus, I noticed the cramped room clearly wasn’t designed for a long stay. As my surroundings came into focus, I took in the cramped room around me. The walls were stark white, bare except for a small, outdated clock ticking quietly above the door. A single narrow window let in a sliver of pale light, partially obscured by blinds that hadn’t been adjusted in years. The bed I lay on was stiff, the thin mattress offering little comfort, and the faint scent of antiseptic in the air. Most wolves healed quickly; places like this weren't built for a slow recovery. “Zara,” a fami
Zara's povThe rest of the flight passed in a blur, my thoughts consumed by the frozen bank account. I couldn’t relax, couldn’t enjoy the fleeting sense of calm that Adrian’s company had offered. I kept replaying the notification in my mind, the words administrative action echoing like a warning bell. Someone had deliberately blocked my access to the money I needed to survive here. I fought the urge to open my phone again, to check for any updates, but I couldn’t afford to let my guard down. There were too many unanswered questions. Who had the power to freeze my account? And why now, of all times? As the plane began its descent, I made a mental list of people who might be involved. Ryker was an obvious suspect—he was always protective of me, but his need for control had pushed him to do some dangerous things in the past. Then there was Mia, whose relationship with me had become more strained with each passing year. But no matter how hard I tried to think it through, there was one
Zara's POV The apartment was cold, the kind of cold that sank into your bones. It wasn’t just the temperature it was the silence, the emptiness. I dropped my bag by the door and looked around. The single room was small, with a creaky bed shoved against one wall and a kitchen that could barely fit one person. It wasn’t much, but it was mine for now. I sank onto the mattress and pulled out my phone again, hoping against hope that the bank notification had somehow been a mistake. It hadn’t. The account was still frozen, the message still glaring back at me like a taunt. My fingers itched to call the bank, but I knew better than to risk it. If the wrong person was behind this, contacting the bank might alert them to my exact location. I needed a plan, but my thoughts were jumbled, and exhaustion clawed at me. A knock on the door snapped me out of my spiral. I froze. “Zara?” a familiar voice called. “It’s Adrian. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Relief washed over me as I
Zara's pov Adrian didn’t let go of my hand as we slipped out of the alley, keeping a brisk but unhurried pace as we headed back toward my apartment. My heart was still racing, but I forced myself to breathe slowly, trying to stay calm. “We need a plan,” Adrian said, his voice steady but firm. “If this guy or whoever’s behind this is following you, you can’t just wait around for them to make their next move.” I nodded, my mind already working through the possibilities. “I need to find out who froze my account. That’s where this started.” Adrian hesitated. “That could be risky. If it’s connected to someone who doesn’t want you here…” “I don’t have a choice,” I interrupted. “That account is all I have. Without it, I’m stuck.” He frowned, clearly weighing the risks, but eventually nodded. “Okay. But we’re not doing this alone.” “Who else would help?” I asked, scepticism colouring my tone. Adrian smirked. “You’d be surprised. I know a guy who’s good with… digital problems.”
Zara's pov It had been a month since I arrived at Black Ridge Pack, and for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe. The isolation of the mountains brought a calm I hadn’t known I needed. There were no whispers of my bloodline, no hovering Alphas watching my every move, and no enemies breathing down my neck.I was no longer the frightened woman scrambling to survive. Here, I was just Zara, a wolf determined to forge her own path.Kael’s training sessions were brutal, but I welcomed the pain. It was a reminder that I was getting stronger, that I was no longer defined by my past. The wolves in this pack didn’t care who I had been or what enemies hunted me. They only cared that I pulled my weight, that I worked as hard as everyone else.But even in this haven, secrets had a way of surfacing, and Black Ridge held one that would change everything.The morning sun hit the mountaintops as I stepped into the training grounds, the cool mountain air filling my lungs. Kael was alre
Zara's pov The pack was quiet, far quieter than I had expected. Nestled deep in the northern mountains, it was isolated from the chaos of the outside world. After everything that had happened—the attacks, the betrayals, and the overwhelming presence of Ryker and Adrian—I had made the decision to leave. To truly be free of everyone and everything that had defined my life up until now. I wasn’t running anymore but I want to be free. This faraway pack, the Black Ridge Wolves, had no ties to my past, no knowledge of what I had endured. They didn’t care that I was the “chosen one” or that I was hunted by enemies I couldn’t fully understand. They only cared that I was willing to work. All tanx to Alpha Adrian who introduced me to the alpha of the pack, he took me in without questioning me. That was all I wanted. To work. To train. To become stronger than I had ever been. The training grounds here were nothing like what I was used to. There were no neat rows of equipment or carefull
Mia's pov I stood by the glass window, a drink in hand, staring out into the vast, quiet forest that surrounded my side of the packhouse. It should have brought me peace, but tonight, like every other night, my thoughts were consumed by her. Zara. My twin sister. My other half. My eternal rival. I took a sip of the wine, the bitterness of it reminding me of the storm brewing in my chest. Zara. The name alone sent a wave of anger coursing through me. I should have been the one with the attention, the admiration, the power. Instead, it was always her—stealing the spotlight, stealing everything. Even now, after everything, she still managed to pull them in. Ryker and Adrian. Two of the strongest Alphas I had ever seen, drawn to her like moths to a flame. It was infuriating. I remembered the day I found out Zara was the chosen one. We were children then, playing in the meadow behind our home. The priestess had come to visit, an old woman with a strange, knowing look in her eyes. She
Zara's pov The forest felt suffocating as we left the witch’s lair. The tension between the three of us was unbearable, and the silence stretched so taut I thought it would snap any second. I couldn’t think about what had just happened. I could still feel the remnants of the witch’s magic, like cobwebs clinging to my skin, and it made my stomach churn. I walked ahead, my footsteps quick and deliberate, trying to create some distance between myself and the two Alphas trailing behind me. Ryker and Adrian, the two pillars of strength in my life, had become two storms circling each other, each waiting to strike. “Zara, wait,” Ryker called, his voice low but insistent. “I don’t want to talk,” I snapped without turning around. “That’s too bad,” Ryker shot back, his tone sharp now, his footsteps quickening to catch up with me. “You can’t just walk away from this.” I whirled on him, my chest heaving with frustration. “From what, Ryker? From you? From Adrian? From the fact that my life
Zara's pov The next few weeks passed in a blur of training and determination. I threw myself into every challenge Ryker and Adrian presented to me. But despite my progress, the threats weren’t going away. Ryker and Adrian made sure I knew that. My enemies weren’t just watching—they were waiting. The more I grow in strength, the constant threat looming over me. One night, after a particularly gruelling sparring session, Ryker found me sitting outside the training grounds, my back against a tree. My hair clung to my sweaty face, and my arms ached from hours of wielding a staff. “You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he said, handing me a bottle of water. “I don’t have the luxury of taking it easy,” I replied, taking a sip. The cool water was a welcome relief, but my voice was firm. “You said it yourself—these enemies aren’t just going to stop. I need to be ready.” Ryker crouched down in front of me, his piercing blue eyes studying my face. “You’re stronger than I’ve ever seen
Zara'pov The realization hit me like a thunderstorm in the middle of the night. I wasn’t safe. My son wasn’t safe. And no matter where I went or who I leaned on, the danger would follow. I sat in the quiet of my office, staring at the empty club floor below. The echoes of past battles and whispered threats filled the air. Ryker and Adrian had always been there to protect me, but how much longer could I rely on them? How many more times would they put their lives on the line for me while I stood helplessly by? The thought churned my stomach. “Enough,” I whispered, gripping the edge of the desk. Nora stirred in my mind, her voice steady and firm. "Finally. I’ve been waiting for this, Zara." “For what?” "For you to stop running and start fighting. You’re stronger than you think, and it’s time you proved it—to yourself and to everyone else." Her words ignited something in me. The fear that had shackled me for so long began to morph into something else: anger. And beneath
Zara'pov The aftermath of the battle left the club in ruins. Broken glass and overturned tables littered the floor, the faint scent of smoke and ozone clinging to the air. Ryker’s wounds were deep but manageable, though his expression was grim as I helped him to a chair in the back office.“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, pressing a damp cloth to his temple where a gash had left a streak of blood.“I’m fine,” he muttered, wincing slightly. “But we need to talk.”“No kidding,” I snapped, pacing the small space. My emotions were a whirlwind—fear, confusion, anger, and something else I couldn’t quite name. “That man—whatever he is—said I don’t even know who I am. And now you’re saying I’m some kind of chosen one? What does that even mean, Ryker?”He looked at me, his blue eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. “It means you’re more important than you realize, Zara. Your bloodline has always been special, but you… you’re the culmination of it. The Moon Goddess marked you
Zara'pov The next night, the club was packed again, a sea of bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. I kept myself busy at the bar, pouring drinks and exchanging polite smiles with customers, but my mind was elsewhere. Ryker had been conspicuously absent for two nights, and though I hated admitting it, the emptiness he left behind was palpable. I was wiping down the counter when a strange scent hit me—earthy, ancient, and faintly metallic. It wasn’t wolf, human, or vampire. It was… different. Nora bristled instantly. "Something’s wrong," she growled. I turned slowly, scanning the room. Everything seemed normal, but I trusted Nora’s instincts. She was rarely wrong. As I moved to check on the VIP section, the lights flickered. Just once. Enough to send a ripple of unease through the crowd. Then I saw him. A man stood near the edge of the dance floor, dressed in a sleek black suit. His features were sharp, his pale skin almost glowing under the club lights. But it was his eyes
Zara'pov The next week passed without incident. I had convinced myself that Ryker’s visit was a one-time occurrence, a fleeting moment of curiosity that wouldn’t repeat. But I should have known better. Ryker wasn’t the type to make casual appearances, nor was he the type to leave anything unfinished. The first time he returned, it was subtle. I noticed him sitting at the far end of the bar, nursing a drink, his gaze sweeping the club but always landing back on me. I ignored him, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. The second time, it was more obvious. He was in the VIP section, laughing and talking with a group of his warriors. Every now and then, I’d feel his eyes on me, like a weight I couldn’t shake. By the third time, his presence had become impossible to ignore. It was a busy Friday night; the club was packed with humans, werewolves, and other supernaturals. The air buzzed with energy, the music a constant thrum that seemed to sync with my pulse. I was behi