Selene's POVSelene stepped into the dimly lit hallway of the house, her mind still clouded with frustration from her earlier argument with Ronan. She had barely taken a few steps when she heard a voice calling her name."Selene," came the gentle but firm voice of Ronan's mother.Selene turned to see the older woman standing by the doorway of the sitting room, her sharp eyes studying her intently. She offered a small, knowing smile before motioning for Selene to join her."You didn't arrive with Ronan," she observed as Selene approached. "Is everything alright?"Selene hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I just took a cab back."Ronan's mother raised an eyebrow but said nothing, silently waiting for Selene to elaborate.With a sigh, Selene decided to be honest. "Ronan and I had an argument. He doesn't like how close I am with Elias. He thinks there's more to it than friendship."The older woman nodded knowingly, her expression one of mild amusement rather than concern. "Jealo
Nelly's POVThe clink of my fork against the plate was the only sound in the quiet dining room. The food was good, but my appetite had disappeared the moment I heard the front door open. My muscles tensed involuntarily. Keiran’s father had returned.I kept my head down, focusing on my half-eaten dinner, willing myself to appear indifferent. But even without looking up, I could feel his presence. He wasn’t the kind of man you could ignore. His footsteps were measured and deliberate, each one sending a ripple of unease through my body.He didn’t sit. He didn’t take off his coat. He just stood near the doorway, watching.“Where’s Keiran?” His voice was calm, but I knew better than to mistake it for kindness.I forced myself to swallow before answering. “I don’t know.”Silence. I could feel his stare drilling into me, heavy and expectant.“Don’t lie to me, Nelly.”I set my fork down carefully, my fingers curling slightly against the table. “I’m not lying.”He let out a quiet exhale throu
Selene's POV I woke up to the crisp morning air filtering through my open window, the scent of damp earth and pine lingering after last night’s storm. Training started soon, and I needed to clear my head. I pulled on my gear, tying my hair back tightly before stepping out into the training grounds.Ronan was already there.He was on the far end, stretching, his movements sharp and controlled. He didn’t look my way. I hadn’t expected him to. After our argument yesterday, the silence between us was thick enough to cut with a blade.I exhaled sharply and walked over to my usual spot, pairing up with one of the warriors for drills. My muscles burned as I moved through the exercises, fists meeting resistance, dodging, striking. But my mind wasn’t here. It was still tangled in the words we’d thrown at each other.Ronan had been stubborn. So had I.I stole a glance at him between drills. He was sparring with someone else, his jaw set, his movements precise. He was angry, at me, at himself,
Ronan’s POVThe call had come unexpectedly, and with it, an overwhelming sense of curiosity mixed with apprehension. The elders never summoned me without a reason, and the fact that it was so urgent only made me wonder more. There had been no word on what exactly the meeting was about, and no matter how much I tried to think it through, I couldn’t make sense of it.The sun had barely begun to rise, casting long shadows through the open windows of my room. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tunic that clung to my chest, its deep forest green fabric accentuating the strength in my arms. The room felt colder than usual, the silence thick and unnerving. The only sound was the occasional rustle of the wind outside. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of my thoughts.I didn’t know what this meeting would bring, but I had a strange feeling that whatever it was, it wasn’t something I’d like.A soft knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts. It was barely audible bu
Selene’s POVI was lost in the moment, twirling in front of the mirror, watching the way the fabric of the dress swirled around my legs. The soft, pale blue material clung to my form just right, accentuating my curves in a way that felt flattering but not too bold. I couldn’t help but laugh softly at myself, spinning in the dress like a child enjoying something as simple as the feel of a new outfit. The laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me, genuine, carefree, a moment to forget the world around me.But that joy came to a sudden halt when I heard the soft creak of the door. I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I turned toward the sound. Standing in the doorway, framed by the soft light from the hallway, was Ronan. His tall frame filled the space, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, it was as if the entire world stopped moving, leaving only him and the way my heart beat faster in my chest.My cheeks flushed instantly, a
Luka’s povThe engine of my car rumbled to a stop in front of the grand yet eerily quiet mansion. The place that once felt like home now seemed like a distant memory, a shadow of the past I had vowed never to return to. Yet here I was, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to steady my nerves. Why the hell did I come back?It was Lawrence’s last visit. His words had stuck with me, nagging at the edges of my mind, forcing me to reconsider. I had initially thought of coming here just to mock my father, to throw in his face how much I had built myself up without him, how little I needed him. But now, as I sat in front of the house, staring at the imposing gates, that confidence wavered.Still, I shoved those thoughts aside and stepped out of the car. The moment I did, the house staff turned toward me, their eyes widening in surprise before quickly bowing their heads in greeting.“Welcome back, sir,” one of them said
Nelly’s POVThe club loomed before me like a dark monolith, its neon lights pulsing against the night sky. I stepped out of the cab, my heart pounding in my ears. Tonight, I wasn’t here for the usual distractions or fleeting pleasures; I was here to find answers about my sister, Nikki. The thought of her being lost in this wretched world, her whereabouts unknown, sent a chill through my veins.I paused a moment on the cracked pavement outside the club, taking in the imposing atmosphere. This place was even larger and more foreboding than the club Keiran had taken me to before. Its massive facade and the thrum of bass that vibrated through the walls made me feel both small and insignificant. I shook off the sense of dread and made my way to the entrance, my steps resolute despite the fear that gnawed at me inside.Inside, the club was a cacophony of sound and motion. Music blared from massive speakers, and the air was thick with smoke and the mingling scents of sweat and expensive colo
Keiran's POVThe house was eerily quiet when I walked in, the absence of Nelly’s usual soft humming and my father’s authoritative presence instantly putting me on edge. I stepped into the hallway and found one of the maids adjusting the curtains in the sitting room.“Where’s Nelly?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my chest tightened with unease.The maid straightened up and turned to me with a polite nod. “Miss Nelly left a few hours ago, sir.”I frowned. “With my father?”“No, sir. She left alone.”That caught my attention. Nelly rarely ventured out by herself unless she had a solid reason. “And my father?”“He left shortly after, sir.”Something about that made me uneasy. The timing was too convenient, too suspicious. My father wasn’t the type to involve himself in trivial matters, which meant he was up to something. The question was, did it involve Nelly?I strode past the maid and made my way upstairs, shrugging off my jacket. The moment I entered my room, I pulled out my
Keiran's POV The weight of the past few days pressed heavily on my shoulders as I grabbed my keys from the table. My mind was a storm of unanswered questions, but one thing was clear, I needed to meet with the alphas. They had to know about my father’s betrayal.I stepped out of the house, the night air cool against my skin. As I approached my car, a familiar voice called out behind me.“Keiran, where are you going?”I turned to find Nelly standing at the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes sharp with suspicion. I should have expected this. She was relentless, and after everything that had happened, she wouldn’t let me walk away without an answer.“I have a meeting,” I replied, keeping my voice even.“With who?” she pressed.“The alphas,” I admitted. “There are things that need to be discussed.”Her brows furrowed, and I knew she wanted to ask more. But I couldn’t tell her everything yet. Not until I was certain of the truth myself.“I’ll explain later,” I promised. “Just trust me.”Nell
Selene's POVThe air between us was thick with tension, a mixture of unspoken words and suppressed emotions. The training session had started as usual, swift movements, strategic attacks, and counterattacks. Ronan was relentless, pushing me harder with every strike, every dodge, and every forceful step. But this time, there was something different.Every time our bodies collided, I could feel the heat between us. Every time he corrected my stance, my pulse quickened. I had been trying to ignore it, to bury it beneath the weight of my responsibilities, but there was no denying the pull anymore.Ronan feinted left before sweeping my legs out from under me. I hit the ground with a frustrated grunt, panting as I stared up at him. He towered over me, his chest rising and falling with exertion. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.I was about to push myself up when he reached out his hand. I hesitated for a momen
Luka's POVA heavy silence filled the room as I sat across from my father, watching him with a gaze that had been hardened by years of unanswered questions. For so long, I had held resentment toward him, blaming him for the misfortunes that had plagued our family. But now, after spending more time with him and hearing pieces of our past, I felt the uneasy weight of uncertainty pressing down on my chest."You were just a boy when it happened," he said, his voice carrying a deep sorrow that I had never noticed before. "You couldn't have understood what truly went on that night."I clenched my fists, trying to brace myself for whatever truth he was about to reveal. "Then explain it to me," I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. "No more secrets, Father. I deserve to know everything."He exhaled slowly, his eyes clouding with memories that clearly pained him. "That night… the night your mother died… it wasn’t the accident you’ve always believed it to be. It was something else. Some
Nelly's POVThe abandoned room smelled of dust and forgotten memories. I hesitated in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. This place had been untouched for years, left as a relic of the past. My sister’s past. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stepped inside, the floorboards creaking under my weight. The dim light from the moon filtered through the cracked window, casting eerie shadows across the room.I ran my fingers over the old desk, brushing away the layer of dust that coated its surface. My sister’s belongings lay scattered, untouched, and frozen in time. I knew I had to find something, anything, that could explain what happened to her. Then, as I pulled open a drawer, a folded piece of parchment caught my eye.My hands trembled as I picked it up, carefully unfolding the aged paper. The writing was faint, hurried, almost desperate.They know. Keiran’s father knows. Trust no one.A chill ran down my spine. My sister had left this message behind, one last attempt to warn
Ronan's POVThe night air was crisp as I stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against my skin like a fleeting whisper. I needed this walk, to clear my mind, to sift through the tangled thoughts that had taken root since my conversation with Gazelle.She had warned me about rivals, about the possibility of losing Selene to someone else. The idea had gnawed at me ever since, an unfamiliar feeling of unease settling deep in my chest. I wasn’t one to dwell on emotions, but something about Selene’s presence had started to unravel me in ways I didn’t fully understand yet.I walked aimlessly through the compound, my boots crunching softly against the gravel path. The moon cast an acastsver glow over the landscape, making everything seem both surreal and hauntingly beautiful. I had always enjoyed the quiet of the night, but tonight, my mind refused to settle.Rounding a corner, I nearly collided with someone. I instinctively reached out to steady them, my hands finding soft, warm skin.S
Ronan’s POVI sank into the worn leather of my study chair and allowed myself a rare moment of private amusement. The soft lamplight played across the pages of the old journal on my desk, but my thoughts were elsewhere, lost in the memory of Selene’s startled reaction the other night. I could still see the way her eyes had widened when I mentioned that it was time for me to secure a mate. The surprise, the mixture of indignation and uncertainty on her face, had sent a thrill coursing through me. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I replayed that moment, a private indulgence that warmed me in ways few things ever did.It was a heady mix of triumph and longing, the sort of feeling that made me forget for a moment the heavy responsibilities I carried as an alpha. I was a man who had built his strength on discipline and control, yet at that moment, all my carefully constructed barriers had seemed to crumble, replaced by a vulnerability I wasn’t sure I wanted to confront. Still, it was
Keiran's POVThe house was eerily quiet when I walked in, the absence of Nelly’s usual soft humming and my father’s authoritative presence instantly putting me on edge. I stepped into the hallway and found one of the maids adjusting the curtains in the sitting room.“Where’s Nelly?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my chest tightened with unease.The maid straightened up and turned to me with a polite nod. “Miss Nelly left a few hours ago, sir.”I frowned. “With my father?”“No, sir. She left alone.”That caught my attention. Nelly rarely ventured out by herself unless she had a solid reason. “And my father?”“He left shortly after, sir.”Something about that made me uneasy. The timing was too convenient, too suspicious. My father wasn’t the type to involve himself in trivial matters, which meant he was up to something. The question was, did it involve Nelly?I strode past the maid and made my way upstairs, shrugging off my jacket. The moment I entered my room, I pulled out my
Nelly’s POVThe club loomed before me like a dark monolith, its neon lights pulsing against the night sky. I stepped out of the cab, my heart pounding in my ears. Tonight, I wasn’t here for the usual distractions or fleeting pleasures; I was here to find answers about my sister, Nikki. The thought of her being lost in this wretched world, her whereabouts unknown, sent a chill through my veins.I paused a moment on the cracked pavement outside the club, taking in the imposing atmosphere. This place was even larger and more foreboding than the club Keiran had taken me to before. Its massive facade and the thrum of bass that vibrated through the walls made me feel both small and insignificant. I shook off the sense of dread and made my way to the entrance, my steps resolute despite the fear that gnawed at me inside.Inside, the club was a cacophony of sound and motion. Music blared from massive speakers, and the air was thick with smoke and the mingling scents of sweat and expensive colo
Luka’s povThe engine of my car rumbled to a stop in front of the grand yet eerily quiet mansion. The place that once felt like home now seemed like a distant memory, a shadow of the past I had vowed never to return to. Yet here I was, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly, trying to steady my nerves. Why the hell did I come back?It was Lawrence’s last visit. His words had stuck with me, nagging at the edges of my mind, forcing me to reconsider. I had initially thought of coming here just to mock my father, to throw in his face how much I had built myself up without him, how little I needed him. But now, as I sat in front of the house, staring at the imposing gates, that confidence wavered.Still, I shoved those thoughts aside and stepped out of the car. The moment I did, the house staff turned toward me, their eyes widening in surprise before quickly bowing their heads in greeting.“Welcome back, sir,” one of them said