Alexander’s POVThe cool night air whipped past my face as I sprinted through the woods, my wolf senses guiding me like an invisible compass. Cassandra’s scent weaved through the trees, leading me deeper into the forest. Even know I didn’t want to be with her, she didn’t deserve this, none of it. And I would make sure that Adam paid for every ounce of her suffering. The old building appeared through the dense growth, an eerie silhouette against the moonlit sky. The stench of decay and rogue wolves mingled in the air, fuelling my rage. Each step I took heightened my awareness. My muscles coiled like a spring, ready to pounce. This had to end tonight.I approached the building cautiously, scanning for any signs of a trap. The creaking door gave way under my touch, revealing a dimly lit hallway. Inside, the smell of rusted metal and mildew assaulted my senses. **Hang on, Cassandra.** The thought was a desperate plea and a fervent promise. I navigated the decrepit corridors until a muffle
Cassandra's POVStanding over Alexander's unconscious form, a smile played on my lips. The sense of victory brings joy to my heart. I pivoted, walking over to Adam, who lay a few feet away. He looked pitiful lying there, vulnerable. I lifted my foot and kicked him in the side."Wake up, Adam," I said coldly.With a groan, he stirred and rubbed his neck where Alexander had nearly crushed his windpipe. My foot tapped impatiently against the cement floor as he struggled to sit up. I didn't bother to hide my irritation."You're lucky he didn't kill you," I remarked, crossing my arms.Adam ignored me, his eyes narrowing as he called out sharply, "Get in here! Now!"Two of Adam's pack members entered the room swiftly. “Restrain him,” Adam ordered. They moved to restrain Alexander, chains and cuffs in hand, dragging him to a stone wall. The chains clinked ominously as they secured him.I turned back to Adam, who met my eyes with a calculating gaze. "Now what?" I asked, my voice icy.He shrug
Olivia’s pov As we followed Alexander's scent, my heart raced, and my mind swirled with worry; Aura was on high alert. I tried my best to stay strong and think positively, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the fear and dread that settled deep inside my stomach. I would never forgive myself if something happened to Alexander. All this was my fault, and I never should have brought him into it. A strange scent filled my nostrils, making me stop dead in my tracks. "Do you smell that?" I asked, my voice edged with alertness.Ethan, always on guard, sniffed the air and shook his head. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Why?"Aurora stirred within me. *Something's wrong, Olivia,* she insisted. *I can't place it, but it's there.*"I just... feel like we're being watched." My eyes scanned the dense forest, shadows playing tricks with the moonlight. Reed fell into step beside me, his eyes narrowing, ever the protector."Let's keep moving," Reed said. "We're getting closer to Alexand
Opening my eyes, my head was pounding, and my vision was blurred. I tried to lift my hands to rub my eyes, but they wouldn’t move. Panic shot through me as I looked down to see thick, coarse ropes binding my wrists together. As my surroundings began to sharpen into focus, I noticed that I was in a dimly lit room with cracked walls, and the musty scent of dampness pervaded the air."Where… where am I?" I mumbled, wincing at the dry scratchiness of my throat. "Olivia?" a familiar voice croaked from nearby. Turning my head, I saw Cassandra bound beside me, her face smeared with dirt and eyes wide with a mixture of relief and fear. My wolf, Aura, growled inside me, fury bubbling at the sight of Cassandra, even though she was tied up as well. I still didn't trust her. "It looks like you failed at being the hero once again, princess." Cassandra's voice dripped with sarcasm, and her eyes mocked me despite our shared predicament.Ignoring her, I strained against the ropes, desperately looki
Alexander's POV The disorienting fog slowly lifted from my mind, each beat of my heart pounding like a war drum in my ears. My muscles screamed in protest as I tried to move, but the chains held me fast against the cold, unforgiving wall. The faint scent of blood and damp concrete filled my nostrils. I strained my eyes to focus, and the distorted shapes before me gradually sharpened into sickening clarity.Olivia and Cassandra were tied up and bruised, their faces a mask of determination despite their predicament. Adam stood between us, his smile twisted with malicious glee. The bastard had clearly set the stage for some twisted show, and his next lines were already dripping with menace."Welcome back, Alexander," Adam sneered, eyes gleaming with unspoken threats.Despite the thick chains binding me, I couldn't suppress the growl rising from my chest. "Untie them, Adam. Now." Adam’s grin widened, and he sauntered closer, revelling at the moment. "And miss out on all this fun? I don'
Olivia's POV My body ached from the kicks and punches Adam had inflicted, but my spirit felt even more battered. Every scream from Alexander sent shivers down my spine, each tear from him a heart-wrenching dagger. We had to hold on, not for ourselves, but for the people we loved.Looking over at Cassandra, who sat there unfazed, made me think that she was working with Adam.Adam’s cold laughter echoed through the room, a chilling reminder of his power over us. He yanked me by my hair, forcing me to my feet again. The edge of his blade cold against my throat made me wince, but I steeled myself, focusing on the faces of Liam and Sarah in my mind. My babies needed me. I couldn’t give up."Make a choice, Alexander," Adam sneered, tightening his grip on my hair and digging the blade in just enough to draw a small stream of blood. "Cassandra or Olivia. You decide who walks out of here."Alexander’s chains rattled as he strained against them. "You coward!" he snarled, his voice a guttural g
Alexander's POVTime seemed to contract, every heartbeat a thunderous drum echoing in my ears. My gaze locked onto Olivia, and her trembling lips parted as she whispered her love. A storm of emotions surged within me - love, terror, fury, and desperation - battling for dominance. Adam’s counting continued to slice through the tense air like the blade against Olivia's throat.A cold sweat broke out across my body. I had faced so many enemies and orchestrated countless battles, yet nothing compared to the dread of this moment. The unseen shackles of powerlessness tightened around my chest, making it hard to breathe. I had made promises to protect Olivia and failed her. Now, every second dragged us closer to an irreversible end.The raw edge of my wolf bled through, a growl clawing up my throat. I could almost taste Adam’s blood, envisioning his end beneath my claws. But these fantasies provided no solace, no solution. They were just empty echoes mocking my helplessness.Adam’s voice pun
Beta Adam's POVThe sight before me was everything I had ever wanted. Alexander, the powerful Alpha King, was stripped of his strength and dignity. The look of agony on his face was my victory, the blood trickling down Olivia’s throat, my revenge. Olivia tried to hold firm, but I could smell her fear. Yet, a part of me admired her resilience, twisted as it may be.There was no turning back now. I was consumed by my need for vengeance for my Alpha Derek's death. Derek had been more than a leader; he had been like a brother to me, and now I demanded blood for blood. The room was charged with raw tension, the kind that made your skin prickle and heart race.Alexander’s scream tore through the air like a wounded animal. "You told me to choose! And I chose! Now let her go!"His desperation fuelled my madness. I felt a twisted sense of power surge through my veins. "You don't get it, do you?" I taunted him, my voice dripping with malice. "Olivia was never leaving this room alive."I pressed
Olivia's POVThe tension in the room thickened as Cole spoke, his words carrying the weight of a disturbing revelation. "Two of our pack members were on their way here a few days ago with gifts for your victory celebration, but they never arrived. When we got word that they hadn’t made it, we sent out people to search for them." His voice faltered for a moment as if the next words weighed heavily on him. "What we found was not what we had hoped. One of them was dead, the other missing, and the carriage was gone."A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t bear to hear this. The situation was growing more dire than I’d imagined."Two days ago, we found the carriage," Cole continued, his gaze hardening as he recalled the grim discovery. "It wasn’t far from here. And this morning, we found the other missing pack member."My heart pounded in my chest. "Where did you find him?" I asked, my voice almost whispering, desperate for any hope.Cole's gaze flickered to the others before he spoke again
Olivia's POVThe sun had barely risen, but the kingdom was already alive with energy. The grand celebration for our victory was being planned for that evening, and every pack was invited to join in the festivities. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation.I had just finished speaking with Ethan about his proposal to Lidia. His nerves were apparent, but I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He was nervous, but I knew he was ready. Before I walked away, I placed a gentle hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring smile."Don’t forget," I said softly, "when I say I’d like to thank my sister, that’s your cue."Ethan nodded, his expression shifting to one of determination. "I won’t forget. Everything will be perfect."I gave him a quick nod before heading toward Alexander’s office. As I walked through the corridors, I caught sight of the triplet alphas—Cole, Casper, and Carlson—along with their shared mate. They greeted me warmly, offering hugs and smiles."It’s good to see you
Olivia's POVThe ceremony had come to an end, and the officiant's voice rang out, full of warmth and joy. "You may now kiss your mate."For a long moment, Alexander and I stood there, neither of us moving. Our eyes met a deep, silent understanding passing between us. The world outside the two of us felt distant—almost irrelevant. It was as if time itself had paused, giving us this moment to just be, to finally breathe, to finally have each other completely.And then, as though it was inevitable, Alexander leaned in, his breath warm against my lips. His eyes never left mine, and in them, I saw everything I had ever hoped for—the love we'd both fought for, the bond that had only grown stronger over time.His lips were soft when they first touched mine, and I felt my heart flutter, a thousand emotions rushing through me. But then he deepened the kiss, his hand cupping the side of my face as he pulled me closer. I responded instantly, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him as
Olivia's POVMy heart raced as I took in the sight of the garden, the flowers a stunning blend of colours beneath the glowing moonlight. Every detail had been crafted with care, each petal, each whisper of the breeze, all speaking of the love that had brought us here. But none of it mattered more than the man standing before me.Adjusting the dress that flowed around me like liquid silk. Victor and Allen flanked me, both looking incredibly proud and supportive, but their presence felt like a blur, fading in comparison to the figure at the end of the aisle: Alexander.When my eyes met his, everything else melted away. The crowd, the world—everything faded until only he remained. There he was, waiting for me, his face a mixture of longing and awe. My heart swelled with emotions that couldn’t be put into words. No part of me felt nervous. Everything just felt right.For so long, I had fought the love that bloomed between us, but tonight, under the stars and in the presence of our family,
Alexander's POVI stood before the mirror, adjusting the pristine cuffs of my shirt, the faintest tremor of nervousness threatening to disrupt the calm exterior I fought so hard to maintain. My reflection stared back at me—sharp jawline, hair perfectly styled, the weight of responsibility etched in my gaze. But beyond the Alpha that I am, I saw the man who was about to marry the woman of his dreams for the second time, but this time, I would not take her for granted. I would treat her the way that I should have from the start.My chest tightened as I ran a hand over the collar of my suit. Everything was perfect. The flowers, the guests, the setting. But all I could focus on was the one thing that had eluded me for far too long—the realisation that this was the life I had always wanted yet failed to see for long, and I hated myself for that.A soft knock at the door drew my attention, and I turned to see Ethan standing in the doorway, his usual confidence absent, replaced by something
Olivia's povThe shop door chimed softly as we entered. The dressmaker, a kind older woman with an eye for detail and warmth to match, greeted us with a beaming smile. Bolts of exquisite fabrics lined the walls, their colours are vibrant, each one telling its own tale. I knew the one I held within my heart today—a tale of love, resilience, and hope.Lidia followed me closely, her earlier doubts seeming to melt away amid the excitement of the shop. "I’ve been waiting for this," she confessed softly, leaning closer as she took in the palatial display of elegant gowns. "Getting to see you in your wedding dress is like a dream."We approached the mirrored dais, where an array of wedding dresses awaited—each one a masterpiece of lace and silk and dreams sewn into reality. As I stepped upon the dais, emotions welled within me, teetering precariously on a tide of sentiment and expectation. I reached for a gown gently, fingers trailing over the delicate beadwork, feeling the promise imbued w
Olivia's povI knew Ethan was trying to muster his courage. His hands trembled slightly as he thumbed the edges of the box, cooling his earlier confidence. Finally, he opened the box, revealing a stunning ring. The large moonstone at its centre caught the light, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to shimmer with life."Olivia, this ring has been in my family for hundreds of years," Ethan said, his voice tinged with reverence and nerves. The raw honesty in his eyes touched me deeply.“It’s beautiful," I murmured, genuinely captivated by the artifact's majesty and the legacy it represented.Ethan went red-cheeked, the usual bravado he donned so effortlessly slipping away. "I was wondering if you would…" He paused, his words stumbling over one another like a landslide. I waited, offering him patience and a soft smile of reassurance.After a moment, he cleared his throat and started again. "I mean, I'm here to ask for Lidia's hand in marriage. I haven't seen Victor yet, but he'll under
alexanders povThe anticipation that pulsed through my veins was far stronger than any battle I'd waged, any beast I'd fought. Tonight was the night Olivia and I would affirm what we already knew in our hearts: that we were meant to be together. Our bond had withstood countless trials, and now it would be sealed under the moonlight with the people we loved.Despite the day’s beauty, echoes of concern lingered. Red flags flew in my mind every time I thought of Reed. His absence was like a splinter under my skin—a constant irritation that could not be ignored. But tonight was not about him. Tonight was about Olivia, about our family, and about the life we were building together.The palace was bustling with excitement. People flitted about, preparing for the evening’s festivities. I had instructed everyone to keep the atmosphere relaxed yet festive. Even though she opted for a simple ceremony, Olivia deserved a night filled with joy and laughter.Maneuvering through the busy rooms, I fi
**Olivia's POV**I took a breath, the pleasant scent of roses filling my nose. The garden was alive with nature's symphony, a perfect backdrop for what could be the most significant day of my life. Alexander had already set to arranging everything needed for our moonlit wedding. Tonight would be magic.I left the garden, excitement twirling within me as I ventured toward the dressmaker to see if she had anything that I could wear tonight with such short notice. I noticed there was no time for me to have something made, but I didn't care. The dress was not important; marrying my mate was the only thing that mattered. My footsteps echoed softly off the cobblestone path, each step a rhythmic countdown to becoming Alexander’s wife.As I approached, the gentle hum of early morning activity filled the air. People were setting up stalls for the evening's festival, laughter mingling with the scents of freshly baked goods. We hadn’t had a true celebration in so long; spirits were high, and eve