Celine's Point of View The steady glow of my computer screen casts a soft blue light over my office, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the old oak furniture. It’s just another day, until I feel the familiar tug of a mind link as someone attempts to connect. With a sigh, I open the link, and Owen’s voice comes through, slightly tense. “Alpha. There is a woman at the border gate. She won’t give us her name, she just keeps insisting that she wants to talk to you.” I frown, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. “Tell her to state why she is here, and if she won’t, then she should leave.” “We’ve tried that, Alpha, but she refuses to leave. She says she will only speak to you and she won’t leave until she does.” Annoyance creeps into my tone. “Fine. Escort her in. I will send her away myself.” “On it, Alpha.” I cut the link and lean back in my chair, staring
Celine's Point of ViewFreya stalks around me like a predator, her movements slow and deliberate. Her bright blue eyes glow with excitement as if she’s savoring the tension, waiting for me to strike first.But I don’t.I stand my ground, my muscles coiled and ready.The moment stretches, and I see her smirk falter, frustration flickering across her face. She wanted me to lunge, to give her an opening.Not happening.With a sharp exhale, she moves.Her punch comes fast, aimed directly at my face. But I’m ready for her. I sidestep, letting the momentum of her strike carry her forward. She stumbles into my desk, her hands slamming against the wood to catch herself.Freya spins around, her eyes now burning with something wilder, more dangerous.She lunges again, this time aiming a series of rapid punches at my ribs and face. I raise my arms, blocking, absorbing the impact. A stinging pain spreads up my arms, but I don’t falter. The moment I see an opening, I counter, a sharp, calculated p
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs I sit in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, I can’t shake the heaviness pressing on my chest. My eighteenth birthday should feel monumental, but instead, it feels hollow. My life, nothing about it feels worth celebrating.The girl in the mirror doesn’t look like someone turning eighteen. Her eyes are tired, her shoulders slumped as if carrying invisible weights. I trace the edge of the vanity with my fingers, trying to ignore the faint noise of voices downstairs.A sharp knock at my door pulls me out of my thoughts. I don’t even have to guess who it is. Dameon.“Come in,” I mumble, but before the words fully leave my mouth, the door swings open.I glance at him through the mirror, frowning. “And what if I’d been indecent?”He grins, leaning casually against the doorframe, completely unbothered by my irritation. “Oh, come now. I knew you’d try to wiggle out of today, so I’m not giving you the chance.”I turn to face him fully, crossing my arms. “Do
Jensen's Point of ViewI sit in my office, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Stacks of paperwork litter the surface, most of it outdated reports and formalities I’ve been putting off for weeks. But one name keeps appearing in the documents, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts "Crimsonclaw Pack".With a frustrated sigh, I close the folder and lean back in my chair, dragging a hand over my face. The Crimsonclaw Pack has been a thorn in our side for months now, their actions growing bolder and more reckless with each passing week. This latest report only confirms what I’ve feared, they’re spiraling out of control.I open a mind link to my Beta, Ronan, and my Gamma, Nyx. “I need both of you in my office. Now.”Their responses come almost instantly, their tones sharp and alert. “On our way.”It takes only a few minutes before there’s a knock at my door. “Enter,” I call, sitting up straighter as the two step inside.Ronan, ever the stoic, moves with precis
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs I stare at the man standing in the hotel lobby, his presence seems to command the very air around him. He’s beautiful, dark hair framing a chiseled face, his piercing eyes locked onto mine. But it’s not his appearance that has me frozen in place.It’s the word he just uttered.“Mate.”No. No, I must have heard wrong. He couldn’t have said mate. My heart pounds erratically in my chest, and I feel the blood drain from my face. For two years, I had convinced myself that I would never hear that word, and I had prayed, even begged, the Moon Goddess to make it so.But now, standing here, I can’t deny the truth. The way his eyes burn with recognition, the magnetic pull I feel toward him, it’s undeniable. He is my mate.Suddenly, I’m not in the hotel lobby anymore. I’m back in the Silver Ridge Pack, two years ago, on the morning of my sixteenth birthday.I remember waking up that day with a strange mix of excitement and hope. I knew I wouldn’t be getting a party or
Jensen's Point of ViewI stand frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch her retreat into herself, her expression a mixture of shock and horror. The word "mate" still lingers in the air between us, a truth I’ve waited my entire life to discover, yet her reaction is nothing like I imagined.Taking a cautious step forward, I reach out, my fingers brushing her shoulder. I hope the contact will ground her, draw her out of whatever storm is raging in her mind. The moment my hand touches her, warmth floods through me, the bond sparking to life as if it has been waiting for this exact moment.Her body stiffens under my touch, and I watch as her bright blue eyes snap back to mine, the haunted look in them replaced by something else, shock, confusion, and maybe even a hint of fear."Are you okay?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.She shakes her head, stepping back quickly, breaking the contact. The moment her shoulder leaves my hand, it’s as though all the warmth is sucked
Rosalee's Point of ViewI sit on the edge of my bed, staring at my reflection in the small mirror across the room. The faint glow of the bedside lamp casts soft light over my features. My striking blue eyes meet my gaze, a color so vivid they almost seem unnatural. My dark hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, framing a face that Dameon and his mother have often called beautiful.Beautiful.The word feels hollow to me. Beauty doesn’t matter, not when someone discovers the truth of what I am. A hybrid. A creature that doesn’t belong in either world. If he that man from earlier realizes what I truly am, all of this will be over. The life I’ve carefully built here, the fragile sense of safety I’ve managed to hold onto, it will all come crashing down.I tilt my head slightly, studying my features. There’s no visible trace of the monster within me, no hint of the beast that lies beneath my skin. My reflection doesn’t betray the truth.But my scent might.I’m surprised he didn’t pick
Jensen's Point of ViewAs the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, I stir awake, blinking against the soft morning light. Stretching, I feel a lingering calm from last night’s run. The rain had been relentless, but it had done wonders to clear my head. The storm outside had mirrored the storm within me, and running through it had been exactly what I needed.Sitting up, I rub my face, the memory of Rosalee’s horrified expression flashing through my mind. My mate. The one I’ve waited for my entire life. And yet, she seems to want nothing to do with me.I shake my head, willing myself to focus. I can’t let this distract me, not completely. There are still matters at hand that need my attention.Standing, I pull on a fresh shirt and jeans, then lace up my boots. As I button my cuffs, I open a mind link to Nyx and Ronan.“Meet me in the dining hall for breakfast. We need to talk about next steps.”Their replies come quickly, Nyx’s sharp and efficient, Ronan’s gruff but agree
Celine's Point of ViewFreya stalks around me like a predator, her movements slow and deliberate. Her bright blue eyes glow with excitement as if she’s savoring the tension, waiting for me to strike first.But I don’t.I stand my ground, my muscles coiled and ready.The moment stretches, and I see her smirk falter, frustration flickering across her face. She wanted me to lunge, to give her an opening.Not happening.With a sharp exhale, she moves.Her punch comes fast, aimed directly at my face. But I’m ready for her. I sidestep, letting the momentum of her strike carry her forward. She stumbles into my desk, her hands slamming against the wood to catch herself.Freya spins around, her eyes now burning with something wilder, more dangerous.She lunges again, this time aiming a series of rapid punches at my ribs and face. I raise my arms, blocking, absorbing the impact. A stinging pain spreads up my arms, but I don’t falter. The moment I see an opening, I counter, a sharp, calculated p
Celine's Point of View The steady glow of my computer screen casts a soft blue light over my office, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the faint scent of the old oak furniture. It’s just another day, until I feel the familiar tug of a mind link as someone attempts to connect. With a sigh, I open the link, and Owen’s voice comes through, slightly tense. “Alpha. There is a woman at the border gate. She won’t give us her name, she just keeps insisting that she wants to talk to you.” I frown, my fingers pausing over the keyboard. “Tell her to state why she is here, and if she won’t, then she should leave.” “We’ve tried that, Alpha, but she refuses to leave. She says she will only speak to you and she won’t leave until she does.” Annoyance creeps into my tone. “Fine. Escort her in. I will send her away myself.” “On it, Alpha.” I cut the link and lean back in my chair, staring
Rosalee's Point of ViewAs Jensen and I make our way back toward the pack house, an uneasy feeling twists in my gut.Why would he ask if I’m okay?Did I say something to make him suspicious? Did Nyx say something to him?I swallow down the panic threatening to surface. I have to end this.This spying mission was never mine to begin with, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never been good at it. Jensen is too kind, too open, too trusting. Each time I give information to Freya, it feels less like duty and more like betrayal.I take a slow breath. Just a little longer. I just have to fake it a little longer, and then I’m out.As soon as we step into the dining hall, the scent of roasted meat, fresh bread, and warm spices fills the air. The room is buzzing with energy, the sound of clinking dishes and overlapping conversations creating a lively atmosphere.I force a bright smile as Jensen and I step into line.He grabs a plate and hands it to me. I take it with a grateful smile, ca
Jensen's Point of ViewI exhale deeply, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension that has been building in my neck throughout the morning. The alliance meeting was a success, but there is still so much uncertainty, especially when it comes to Crimsonclaw.I sit at my mahogany desk, a satisfied smile tugging o my lips as my fingers fly over the keyboard as I type a quick yet professional response to Alpha Lillian’s email.***To: Alpha LillianFrom: Alpha Jensen Dark Moon PackSubject: Re: Alliance Agreement SigningAlpha Lillian,Thank you for confirming your attendance. We are very pleased to have the Crescent Moon Pack stand with us in this alliance. The official signing will take place on Monday at 12:00 PM at the Dark Moon Packhouse.Upon arrival, my Beta Ronan will direct you and your team to the meeting hall, where we will finalize the agreement before the official signing. If you require any accommodations or security measures, please let me know in advance.I look forward to
Rosalee's Point of View I stir awake, my mind clouded with thoughts of last night. The guilt feels heavier today, sitting deep in my chest like a stone. The more time I spend with Jensen, the more I start to doubt everything I have believed up until now. The war, the werewolves, the Lycans... what if I have been seeing this all wrong? I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. This spying needs to end. Today, I’ll gather as much information as I can about the alliance agreement, and if Freya’s so called “friends” don’t want to join, then I’m done. No more secrets. No more betraying Jensen. The decision brings a strange sense of relief, even as the weight of it settles on my shoulders. With a reluctant sigh, I throw back the warm covers and step out of bed. My feet hit the cold floor, jolting me fully awake. I move to the closet, pulling out my usual training attire, black tights, a fitted sports bra, an oversized t-shirt, and my trainers. This has become my go to outfit for my morni
Jensen's Point of ViewThe air in my office is thick with concentration, the only sounds being the rhythmic clicking of the keyboard and the occasional rustling of papers. Nyx, Ronan, and I are gathered around my desk, working on finalizing the alliance agreement. The document displayed on the computer screen outlines the terms we’ve spent hours debating, a pact between werewolf packs and Lycans, a united front against a common threat. Crimsonclaw.Ronan leans back in his chair, running a hand through his dark hair. His expression is thoughtful, yet resolute. "This alliance will be the turning point for the war between our two species," he says. "Once other packs learn about it, they might be more inclined to join too."I nod my head, my eyes still scanning the screen as I fine tune the wording of a particularly delicate clause. The agreement needs to be solid, binding. Trust is fragile, and we can't afford any misinterpretations that could cause rifts down the line.Nyx, who has been
Rosalee's Point of ViewThe walk back to the SUVs is quiet, the weight of the meeting still lingering in the air. The only sound is the rustling of leaves beneath our feet and the distant call of birds in the trees. The meeting had gone better than expected, but the tension hasn’t fully lifted.Once we climb into the SUV, Jensen takes the driver’s seat, Marcel settles into the front passenger side, while Piper and I slide into the back. The familiar hum of the engine rumbles to life as Jensen starts the car, and we begin the long drive back to the pack’s territory.For a while, no one speaks. The road ahead of us stretches out, winding through the dense forest, the sunlight filtering through the trees in streaks of gold. I rest my head against the cool glass of the window, watching as the trees blur past in shades of deep green and earthy brown.Marcel is the first one to break the silence.“Well, that went a lot better than I expected it too.”Jensen lets out a small chuckle, his gri
Jensen's Point of ViewI take a steadying breath, my gaze sweeping across the alphas gathered around me. The weight of their stares press against me, a mixture of skepticism, curiosity, and a deep rooted distrust. The tension in the clearing is thick, but I push forward."I know how all of you feel about Lycans," I begin, my voice firm yet measured. "But now is not the time to let old grudges dictate our future. This threat is bigger than all of us. Crimsonclaw is growing bolder, more ruthless with each attack. They started by attacking Lycan packs unprovoked, small strikes at first, taking just enough lives to weaken them without drawing too much attention."I pause, letting the words settle, watching their reactions. Some remain impassive, but others shift slightly, their interest piqued. I glance toward Marcel, gesturing towards him as I continue."A few days ago, they took it a step further. They attacked Alpha Marcel’s pack and wiped out nearly half of his people. Innocent women,
Jensen's Point of ViewThe tension in the room is thick as we go over the last minute details, everyone keenly aware of how crucial today’s alliance meeting is. The air hums with silent anticipation as I scan the faces of the warriors standing before me."Are you clear on where you will be stationed for the meeting? I want everyone in sight so they don’t feel ambushed." My voice is steady, firm.Josh and the four other men nod their heads in unison, their expressions resolute. They understand the importance of making the werewolf packs feel safe enough to even consider working with us.I turn my attention to Marcel and Piper. “I want you standing with us. I know you’re only here to testify to Crimsonclaw’s cruelty, but I don’t want any surprises.”Marcel nods his head without hesitation, his voice carrying the weight of experience. “Understood. This meeting is too important to let it go sideways because of a misunderstanding.”With the plan set, we make our way outside to the waiting