Hilda’s POVThe bustling hallways of Crestwood High resonated with echoes of laughter and chatter, but all I could hear was the sound of my own heart pounding against my ribs. I stood near my locker, pretending to organize my books, but inside I was a simmering cauldron of anger and frustration. Hours ago, my carefully crafted empire had crumbled right before my eyes, laid bare by none other than Niylah and her insufferable ally, Henry.“Did you see the way they all looked at us?” Ivory hissed beside me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t believe they actually rallied against us! How did this happen?”I slammed my locker shut, hard enough to make an echo reverberate through the hallway. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? That little traitor Henry must have been the one who spilled everything.” My voice dripped with venom. “He always has had a soft spot for Niylah. I should’ve known he couldn’t be trusted.”“It’s infuriating!” Ivory clenched her fists, the frustration reflected in her dark e
Niylah’s POVThe night sunk into a velvet hue as I sat in my room, the lamp casting a warm glow over my desk. Papers and notes were strewn all around me, remnants of the evidence I’d gathered earlier. The adrenaline of the day coursed through my veins. Together with Liam and Alyssa, we had done the seemingly impossible, and we were ready to confront Hilda head-on.“What if she has a response?” Liam's voice broke through my thoughts as he entered my room, leaning casually against the doorframe. There was something comforting in his presence, his eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and determination.“Then we’ll be ready,” I replied, my voice steady despite the fluttering anxiety I felt deep within. “We have truth on our side, and we need to prepare ourselves. I know she won’t take this lying down.”Liam stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “You know Hilda won’t back off easily. She’s cunning and without any moral scruples. We’re playing with fire.”“I understand that. But
Henry’s POVIt was late when I finally made my way back to my house, the night air crisp and sharp against my skin. I had replayed the events of the day over and over in my mind, riddled with second thoughts and regrets. For a moment, I had genuinely believed that helping Niylah would lead to something beautiful, something we could rebuild together. But witnessing her strength today has changed everything. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had made a grave mistake.As the front door of my home creaked open, I stepped inside, feeling the weight of my decisions pressing down on my shoulders. The house was quiet, too quiet for my racing thoughts. I crossed the dimly lit living room, craving solitude, yet unable to ignore the gnawing gnaw of regret.“I should have let Liam hate her,” I muttered to myself, running my fingers through my hair. “I should have kept my mouth shut.”Before today, I had been so consumed by my own feelings of guilt and protection that I hadn’t truly considered t
Evelyn’s POVThe autumn sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays through the trees as I wandered the quiet paths behind Crestwood High. Fall had arrived in full force—the air crisp and filled with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. But beneath this picturesque setting, my thoughts churned with unease. Something was off, and I was determined to discover what it was.For weeks, I’d sensed a shift in the atmosphere—a palpable tension that hummed through the halls of our school. Hilda and Ivory were at the center of that tension, weaving their web of manipulation, and I was all too aware of their cunning ways. I had grown increasingly wary of them, and what had started as suspicion was now a burning need for answers.As I passed by the side of the school, I noticed a small gathering in the empty courtyard. It looked like Hilda and Ivory were caught in a heated discussion with a few of their followers. I ducked behind a nearby tree, flattening myself against the cool bark, my hea
Niylah’s POVThe following day arrived with the dull ache of unease etched in my mind. I barely managed to focus on my classes, thoughts swirling around about Hilda’s deceit, my heart pumping with trepidation. There was a growing unrest in the hallways, whispers of uncertainty following me like a shadow. On top of that, I still worried about Henry—if what Evelyn had mentioned about Hilda’s conversations was true, he was in danger, too.Sitting in the cafeteria, I pushed my food around on my tray, absentmindedly glancing at the buzz of conversation around me. Liam was deep in discussion with Alyssa, and I could see their expressions were animated. There was little comfort in their laughter, though; my heart remained heavy.Suddenly, I caught sight of Evelyn making her way towards our table, her expression determined and urgent. As she reached us, I could sense the gravity of her presence. “Niylah! Liam! We need to talk,” she said, her voice low but fierce. At once, my anxiety flared—w
HENRY'S POVThe hallway of FCY International High felt tighter than usual, the air thick with an unseen tension that thrummed in my veins. I peeked into the back courtyard, where I could see Liam and Niyla deep in discussion, their faces close enough that I felt an instinctual knot tighten in my gut. Watching them together, laughter spilling from Niyla's lips, that familiar rage flared in my chest. I hadn’t felt this way in months. Not since…I shook my head, trying to clear the morose thoughts of what I had lost. I shoveled my hands in my pockets and took a breath, drawing on that mixture of anger and determination that had fueled me countless times before. My late father owned this school, and with it, the power of its authority rested on my shoulders. I strode toward them, the clack of my boots echoing harshly as I approached. “Liam,” I called, my voice sharp as shattered glass. Both their heads snapped up, confusion darting across Niyla’s eyes while a smirk bloomed on Liam’s fa
HENRY'S POVThe friction hung in the air long after I had walked away, the echo of my confrontation with Liam reverberating through my thoughts. Niyla’s face haunted me, a mixture of pained sympathy and resurfacing anger at what had transpired. I thought of her standing there, a tether between us, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of our history bearing down upon me.I sat alone in the library, buried in a sea of textbooks that I scarcely heard rattling through my mind. My thoughts spiraled endlessly back to that courtyard. Was I losing her for good, or was my warning enough to make Liam reconsider? The silence in the library was overwhelming, giving me too much space to contemplate the impossible.Home felt like a prison, the shadows of regret looming larger every day. My phone buzzed incessantly. I glanced at the screen, seeing Niyla's name flashing brightly, but still, I hesitated. Would she be angry at me? Or scared? I couldn't afford to open that door—it felt too precarious
HENRY'S POVThe days bled into one another, an endless cycle of dread and anticipation as the tension escalated between us like a high-stakes game. Niyla remained an oasis of calm amidst the turmoil, but I could sense the turmoil in her heart. Every glance at her brought an unbearable weight because I knew what hung in the balance.I soon realized that Liam’s threats weren’t mere bluster; they simmered just beneath the surface, ready to be unleashed at any moment. All the while, Niyla attempted to mediate, urging me to ‘talk it out’, to ‘find common ground,’ while I felt like a powder keg, ready to detonate at any minute.Determined to track Liam down, I decided to confront him at a late-night party—an event he'd schemed to showcase his new connection with Niyla. I dressed carefully, my resolve hardening with each minute passing. I found them outside, huddled near a flickering fire, their faces illuminated by the flames. Niyla laughed at something Liam said, and I felt an overwhelmin
Niylah stood on the grand stage, her fingers poised elegantly above the ivory keys of the majestic piano, her heart pulsating in rhythm with the gentle hum of anticipation that filled the concert hall. The atmosphere was electric—a myriad of emotions swirled around her as the audience filled the seats, awash with admiration and expectation. A soft glow illuminated her from above, casting her in a shimmering light, and she could feel the warmth coursing through her, reassuring her that this moment was hers.Breathless, Niylah smiled as she scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on her parents, their faces glowing with pride, and Nina, her little sister and her lifelong confidant, sitting in the front row, grinning widely. They had journeyed together, navigating the chaotic currents of life, and now they shared in this triumphant moment.After everything that had happened—the rejections, the pain, and the eventual acceptance of her true self—she finally stood here, ready to fulfill her dre
Henry’s POVThe moon hung high above the clearing, a majestic witness to life unfolding beneath its hushed glow. Henry stood at the edge of the gathering, an outsider looking in, gnawing on regrets that clawed at his insides. Guilt twisted in his chest as he witnessed the celebration of unity after the chaos that had once reigned over their lives. His gaze drifted to Niylah, resplendent and fierce, commanding the attention of the pack with her newfound Alpha presence. She had shed her insecurities like a snake shedding skin, and the magnificence of who she was now practically radiated. Memories of their past flashed through his mind, filling him with remorse.He had been such a fool—disregarding her, underestimating her strength, and acting out of selfishness. The recollection of that day haunted him, the burning shame of how he had rejected her publicly, how he had chosen to embrace Ivory instead of nurturing what he could have cherished with Niylah. The memories of their time toge
Liam’s POVThe soft glow of the moon bathed the forest in ethereal light as Liam walked through the clearing. Each step felt lighter than the last, buoyed by an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He paused, inhaling the cool night air, feeling its crispness fill his lungs and awaken the very essence of him. The moon goddess had blessed him with a gift he had never anticipated—a mate, Niylah. And with that blessing, he had discovered not just love but a profound truth about himself.As the future Alpha, he felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders to embody strength and resilience. Yet, despite his natural gifts, there had always been an undercurrent of confusion guiding his path. He had lived under the constant fear of failing those he cared about, the fear of not being the leader they deserved. But with Niylah, everything changed.He thought back to that fateful night when their souls intertwined beneath the moonlit sky. It had been such a vulnerable moment when she had unlea
Niylah stood beneath the pale glow of the moonlight, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and exhilaration. The night seemed alive with energy, vibrating in tune with the beating of her own heart. She had always been the Omega—the weakest, the underestimated, the one who bore the brunt of others' expectations and their scorn. Every day had been a battle against the tides of her reality, a struggle to carve a place for herself in a world that thrived on hierarchy and dominance. But tonight, everything was different.Memories flooded her mind as she took a deep breath. She could still remember the whispers that followed her, the laughter laced with cruelty echoing in the corners of her mind. “Niylah the weak, Niylah the expendable,” they'd call her. The other wolves in her pack had found their strength in their Alpha lineage, their fierce dominion solidified by blood and tradition. And then there was her—nobody. Just Niylah. The Omega.Her hands clenched into fists as she recalled th
Liam's POVThe confrontation had spiraled into a tumultuous battle of emotions that left me reeling. As Sophia’s revelation twisted around us, I could scarcely grasp the gravity of what she had confessed. The air crackled with uncertainty, but behind it all was a thread of betrayal that hung heavily in the silence. It ricocheted through each moment, wrapping the three of us in a storm.“She disguised herself as Evelyn,” I thought, the notion too surreal to digest. “Why would she go to such lengths?”Every detail felt like an incomplete piece of a broken puzzle I strained to assemble. This woven narrative hung precariously, every new thread threatening to unravel the ties that bound us together.“You played Evelyn,” I finally managed to voice, disbelief still clinging to my words. It felt surreal, as though I were watching a play unfold rather than witnessing the reality standing before me. “Why would you put yourself in that position? Why hide in plain sight?”“I did it for you!” Soph
Niylah's POVThe cool air was fraught with tension as Sophia revealed her truth, the revelation seeping into my consciousness like a slow poison. I tried to piece together the fragments of my emotions as I stood there, stunned.Sophia had been my confidant, a steadfast ally who had helped me navigate my darkest days. I had relied on her, unknowingly, while she had worn a mask so deceiving it felt as if the ground beneath me had shifted. It left me reeling, the foundation I thought our friendship was built upon cracking beneath the weight of her betrayal.“Evelyn,” I whispered, the name falling from my lips like a ghostly echo. “Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, remorse reflected in her gaze. I had justified my own insecurities through our bond; I had viewed our relationship as a sisterhood, one founded on support. To learn that Sophia had disguised herself as someone else—someone dangerously close to me—felt like a betrayal that ran deeper than mere deception; it threatened the v
Sophia’s POVThe moonlit clearing shimmered, casting elongated shadows that danced across the ground like phantoms from my past. My heart raced as I prepared to share my truth with Niylah and Liam. I could sense the tension that lingered in the air, the unspoken questions and the hazy remnants of doubt. It was time to shed my own skin, to remove the last pieces of the façade I had built to protect those I cared about most.We had all been through a crucible of conflict that had tested our bonds, but now we stood on the brink of revelation. As I gathered my thoughts, my gaze flickered to Niylah, her fierce determination a beacon of strength. I remembered all too vividly the moments when she had needed me most, how I had made it my mission to be her shield against the dark forces that threatened her.Would she understand how deep this deception ran? Would she see that my intentions had been guided by loyalty, even if my methods were misguided?"There's something you both need to know,"
Liam's POVThe night air felt heavy, charged with emotions still pulsating from the earlier confrontation. Sophia’s voice drifted through my consciousness like a haunting melody, testing the strings of loyalty and trust. She stood before Niylah and me, a woman who’d carried the weight of being our beta and yet had slipped in her duty to protect the very foundation she held dear.“But you think you can just... pull the wool over our eyes and pretend it’s for our own good?” The words were out before I had fully processed them. I felt a mix of anger and disbelief at her veiled intentions, but there was an underlying concern—what else lay hidden behind those secrets?“I thought I was doing what was best!” She cried, small and earnest, the vulnerability in her reflection stirring something inside me. “I know I’ve made mistakes; I laid a path of betrayal. But I wanted to shield you two from the turmoil happening outside our borders.”In that moment, I felt the weight of my initial fury shi
Niylah's POVThe wind howled through the trees, carrying the echoes of the fight we had just witnessed. Nothing felt right. As the moon painted the clearing in ethereal light, I could hardly believe the chaos that had descended upon us. Sophia's words swirled in my mind, but the anger within me felt justified. The betrayal was fresh; it still stung like an open wound.Why had she kept us in the dark? It was unfathomable. Trust was the foundation of our pack, and now those foundations seemed to be cracked and crumbling.“Betrayal,” I echoed Sophia’s words. “That’s what it feels like. You were meant to stand by us, to protect us. Instead, you chose to act secretly.”“Could you not see that it was for our safety?” She looked at me imploringly, and I could see the tremor in her hands as she spoke. Maybe I was too harsh; Sophia was our beta, and she wore that responsibility heavily. But that didn’t excuse her silence.“We’re all carrying our own burdens, Sophia,” Liam’s voice was steady, c