Alexander's POVI made my way to my room, excited to spend the night with my family. My thoughts drifted to Olivia as I walked, and a warm smile crept onto my face. Just as I turned the corner, I was intercepted by Ethan."Alpha," he called out, jogging to catch up with me. His footsteps echoed against the hard stone. With a sigh, I paused and turned to face him. "What's going on, Ethan?". "It's Cassandra," he said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "She's making quite the show down in the dungeon. Screaming and carrying on."A flicker of annoyance crossed my features, but I quickly masked it. "Let her scream all she likes. She'll tire out soon enough."Ethan nodded, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. "I'll make sure the guards know to keep an eye on her but not to engage.""Good," I replied. "And Ethan, I'll be spending the night with my family. I don't want to be disturbed unless it's an emergency.""Understood, Alpha. Enjoy your evening. I'll handle everything."With
Alexanders povI approached my office. Cassandra and Rebecca's parents stood at one side: Nathan Miller, with his hardened frame and tired eyes, and Cassandra's mother, Cathrine, who had an aura of fragility wrapped around her. Opposite them were Rebecca's parents, cloaked in equal parts grief and sceptical hope."Alpha," Nathan greeted me, his voice strained but respectful. "Thank you for meeting us."I nodded, my mind racing through the issues at hand, the complexities forming a tangled web around Cassandra's return. I walked over to Nathan, and he held out his hand for me to shake. "Come into my office," I said before turning to Rebecca's parents. “I will be with you shortly.”They followed me into my office, taking a seat across from me. Nathan exhaled deeply, exchanging a glance with his wife, who tightened her grip on his hand. "We never thought we'd see Cassandra again. The news of her being alive... it was a shock. But now, we find ourselves asking—you have her in the dungeon
Cassandra's POVThe dungeon was a living nightmare. The cold of the stone walls seeped into my skin, and the dampness in the air made it hard to breathe. The darkness seemed to claw at me, a brutal reminder of my captivity. My heart thudded in my chest as I screamed, “Let me speak with Alexander! He has to hear me out!”My cries echoed down the narrow corridor, unanswered. Panic gripped me; I had to make Alexander understand. “Please,” I yelled again, my voice cracking with desperation.Rebecca, who was in the cell next to mine, got to her feet, her eyes full of annoyance and rage. “Will you just shut up?” she screamed back, marching over to the bars that separated our cells.“He's not going to listen to you. You've lost any right to mercy,” she spat, her voice laced with years of pent-up anger and hatred.I narrowed my eyes and walked over to the bars as well, facing her. “How dare you tell me what to do? You are nothing," I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. “You're just jealous
Olivia’s POVThe garden was a sanctuary, a pocket of peace within the ever-busy kingdom. The sun cast a warm, golden hue over the vibrant blossoms, creating an atmosphere that felt almost magical. I sat on a stone bench, watching Liam and Sarah chase each other around the neatly trimmed hedges. Their laughter filled the air, a melody that lifted my spirits.Beside me, Lidia was telling me all about her progress in learning how to be a healer. Her eyes sparkled with newfound confidence, a sight that warmed my heart more than I could express."I've finally mastered the basics," Lidia said, her voice filled with pride. "The head healer says I have a natural talent for it. It feels so rewarding, knowing I can help others."I smiled, glad to see this side of her. "I'm so proud of you, Lidia. Healing is a powerful skill."She nodded, her expression sincere. "Thank you, Olivia. It means a lot coming from you. I have to admit, I never thought I'd enjoy learning medical skills, but now... it f
Olivia's POVThe miller's house stood tall and silent, its weathered facade a stark reminder of the countless memories etched into its walls. As I stood before it, my heart ached with a mixture of dread and determination. This was the place I had once called home, but it was nothing more than a repository of pain I had buried deep inside of me. I was not the same person anymore. I had come alone, feeling a compelling need to confront these ghosts without anyone else's support.I took a deep breath, my hand trembling slightly as I raised it to knock on the door. The wooden surface felt coarse under my knuckles, a tactile reminder of the years gone by. The sound echoed hollowly.The door creaked open after a moment that felt like an eternity, revealing Nathan. His face bore the marks of age and worry, his eyes reflecting the burden of years. "Olivia," he greeted."Nathan," I responded, struggling to keep my voice steady. "May I come in?"For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes searching mi
Olivia's POVAs I walked through the hallways of the castle, each step echoed louder in my mind, reflecting the storm of emotions swirling within me. Finding my way back to the garden, I hoped to draw some strength from the sight of my children. I yearned for the simple, unquestioning love they provided.Finally, I saw them—Liam and Sarah—chasing each other around the rose bushes, their laughter piercing through the dark cloud that had settled over my thoughts. And there was Alexander, standing with the grace of a king yet playing with a spirit as free as the children's. His tall frame moved effortlessly, a sense of joy untouched by the weight of his responsibilities.I stopped a few feet away, just watching. Their happiness was contagious, but today, it struggled to break through the fortress of pain I had built around my heart. The recent revelations about my mother had twisted a knife in old wounds.My thoughts wandered to the pain my mother must have felt leaving Victor behind, the
Cassandra's POVI hadn’t given up yet. My voice, raw and hoarse, still broke through the silence of my prison. Bound by cold, unyielding chains, I strained against my restraints.“Let me out!” I screamed, the walls absorbing my desperation. My pleas bounced back to me, unanswered, each echo a cruel mimicry of my captors’ indifference. No one turned a head; no one even cast a glance my way.The dungeon door creaked open, a whisper that sliced through my cries. One of the guards peered in, his eyes shifting to meet mine with a mixture of pity and irritation.“Quiet down," he barked, stepping further inside. "You have a visitor."Hope surged within me, a desperate spark. Could it be Alexander at last? But as the guards brought in the visitors, my heart plummeted. The flicker of hope extinguished, leaving a void I hadn’t felt for years. It wasn’t Alexander. It was my parents.My breath caught in my chest. It felt impossible to breathe. I hadn’t let myself dwell on them too much over these
Olivia's POVThe library's quiet ambience welcomed me as I quietly pushed the door open. Sunlight bathed the room, casting a warm glow on the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. I chose a secluded corner by the window, settling into a cushioned chair. Today, I had taken a break from training to collect my thoughts and pen a letter to Victor, one that felt more significant than any battle I'd fought.Pulling out parchment and a quill, I stared at the blank page, my heart growing heavier as I gathered my thoughts. Memories of my conversation with the Millers swirled in my mind, disjointed yet vivid.They were not kind to me, but reluctantly, I couldn't ignore the role they had played in my growth. They had unknowingly steeled my resolve and hardened my will, turning a weak, wolfless girl into the strong woman I had become.I dipped the quill in ink, allowing the memory of that encounter to flow onto the paper as I slowly began to write._"Victor,__I have learned much a
Reed's PovThe afternoon sun filtered through the trees as I paced the clearing, my thoughts consumed with plans that only I could comprehend. The breeze swept through the whispering birches, making melodies in the leaves, but my mind was deaf to it. I had called a meeting with the pack; each pack member was summoned to our usual rendezvous.When they had all gathered, a mixture of young and battle-worn faces encircled me. I could see their concern, their uncertainty reflected back, shadows of doubt clouding their eyes. "Listen up," I began, feeling their attention zag toward me. "There have been sightings of the dark rogues getting close to us, and I believe tonight they will come."I paused, letting the words sink in. The air grew tense as if holding its breath along with them. A few murmurs erupted, soft as the rustle of leaves, but I raised my hand, silencing them once more. Their loyalty was commendable, but their faith in me needed shoring up."You've heard whispers about the sp
Olivias povThe road was filled with a tense quietness as the carriage bounced over rugged terrain. The scent of pine mingled with the crisp chill in the air, an intoxicating reminder of the mountain's nosebleed peaks and swathes of woodland stretching endlessly beneath the sky. Alexander and I remained silent. Our focus aligned on the journey to the packs that needed us. The horses' hooves pounded rhythmically against the ground, a steady heartbeat pushing us onward."We'll be there soon," Alexander said softly, breaking the delicate bubble of contemplation enveloping us. His voice was a soothing balm against the trepidation I felt, but I knew better than to dwell on them. Before I could reply, Reed's pack came into view as we cleared another slope, and my heart clenched momentarily—as my mind drifted back to all the horrible things that Reed had done, Cassandra’s face flashing before my eyes. I shook my head, pushing the thought out of my head as fast as it came. His town sprawled
Alexanders povThe morning had barely begun, yet the weight of the world pressed heavily on our shoulders as Olivia and I walked down to the triplet alphas' office. The hallway was alive with murmurs, everyone eager to thank Olivia. Each gesture of gratitude was a vital reminder of just how much we owed her. The warmth in their eyes contrasted sharply with the shadow of worry that clung stubbornly to her face."Olivia," a young omega called, offering a shy smile as we passed. "Thank you for saving us."Olivia nodded, though her eyes betrayed her restlessness. I could feel her tension like an electric current between us. The dream she had last night weighed on her like lead, and I understood her fear—it was the fear that gnawed at me, too. Our thoughts were locked on our children, Liam and Sarah, who were miles away in the city, possibly at the mercy of dark rogues.As we entered the office, the room was already buzzing with discussions on our next move. The triplet alphas—Cole, Casper
Olivia's povI found a spot overlooking the pack grounds, where I could see the far horizon painted with hues of twilight. Sitting down, exhaustion overwhelmed me. My body ached from the turmoil of the past days, and my eyelids were heavy, struggling to remain open. Despite knowing I should stay alert, sleep tugged at me with relentless persistence. Just a moment, I told myself, my eyes slipping shut as I drifted off.In an instant, I was home, laughter echoing around me. Liam and Sarah, my joyful twins, ran ahead, their giggles a balm to my weary soul. Chasing after them, I called out, the evening's gentle glow transforming suddenly as the sky turned an ominous shade of black."Time to come inside!" I shouted, but only their laughter answered. Confusion churned in my gut as I searched the darkening landscape. The shadows around swirled, their movements taunting and elusive. Panic flared sharply as the twins' laughter ceased, replaced by silence."Liam! Sarah!" I yelled, desperation c
Olivia's povWith my heart drumming loudly in my ears, I watched Victor. He lay still, his breathing shallow as the Glass warmth kissed his lips. My hands lingered close, trembling with uncertainty. "Drink, Victor, please," I urged softly, my voice barely above a whisper, a prayer wrapped in hope.I held my breath, time moving languidly, stretching uneasily around us. The weight of the moment pressed heavily upon my shoulders. Each heartbeat felt like an endless echo, my pulse a desperate chorus in the quiet room. And just when doubt threatened to choke me, Victor’s lips parted softly. His throat moved, taking in the liquid, a small sip at first, then another. Relief washed over me, the tension slowly uncoiling as I watched the colour gradually begin to return to his cheeks. With every drop he swallowed, I felt the oppressive heat that had wrapped around him like chains begin to diminish.I didn’t allow myself to get too hopeful, not yet—not until I was sure. But the change was undeni
Olivias povI turned sharply, and the chill that ran down my spine got colder when I saw what the panic in Alexander's eyes was about. On the floor lay Victor, my brother, motionless. Alexander was kneeling beside him, urgently checking his pulse."Victor!" I cried out, racing to his side. My heart pounded so loudly that it drowned out any other noise. Kneeling down, I reached for his hand. It was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the fever emanating all around us. A knot tightened in my stomach."He collapsed just now," Alexander explained, urgency bleeding into his tone. His hand was on Victor's chest, listening to the shallow rise and fall of his breath. "He must have tried to hide how he was feeling to help the others."A heavy, suffocating wave of fear threatened to pull me under. Victor was always the strongest, the rock of our family, alongside our shared purpose to protect. Seeing him so vulnerable was a blow I wasn't prepared for.At that moment, only one thought pulsed th
Olivias pov"What's happening, Victor?" I asked, my voice steady despite the fear and panic swirling inside of me.He hesitated, eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite decipher—worry, seriousness. "It's the pack," he finally said, each word carrying the gravity of bad news. "Many of them are very sick—and it's spreading fast."My heart thudded, a drum pounding within my chest. "Sick? How?" I pressed, urgency soaring through every syllable."It started an hour ago with the members who were near the fire, inhaling the smoke. We just thought that it was from breathing in too much of that toxic smoke and would go away once they got some fresh air and rest," Victor explained, his eyes briefly meeting mine, filled with uncharacteristic vulnerability. "But now it's spreading wider, reaching even those who were not directly affected."Panic began its insidious climb within me. "We need to see them," Alexander interjected, his voice a steady beacon of purpose.Victor nodded, leading
Olivia's povI stood on the balcony, watching the grey clouds climb higher—the leftover ashes of the dark burning up. The sharp smell filled the air, making it hard to breathe, yet it was a burden we had to carry. As much as I wanted to rest, a nagging feeling kept me awake. The rogues haunted us, their threats hiding in every shadow, reminding us of the danger we faced.The night quickly draped around us, its shadows reaching out like curious hands, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave the sight of the smoke rising into the evening sky. Frustration threatened to overflow; I was exhausted beyond words, yet adrenaline kept me tied to what lay below. Each heartbeat carried the hope that this would be the end of it.A soft sound broke the silence, and I turned to see Alexander standing there, concern softly marking his face. His presence was warmth against the cold pressing in, and I fought the urge to collapse into his arms."You should be asleep, Olivia," he said, his voice gentle.I s
Olivias povMy body trembled as the adrenaline slowly left and my mind swirled with questions I hated not knowing anything about these dark rogues I made a promise to then and there that when this was ove everything that we had learnt about them and defeating them would be recorded so that if this ever happened again they would not go into it blind. "Olivia," a familiar voice called from behind, pulling me from my racing thoughts. I turned to see Cole, the triplet Alpha I had saved, his face ghostly pale with a mixture of gratitude and weariness."Cole," I greeted softly, recalling the brief flash of fear in his eyes during the attack. We both stood amidst the chaos, a silent kinship forming from shared survival. "Are you alright?"He nodded, though the faint tremor in his hands betrayed him. "Thanks to you, yes," he replied, his voice steadying as he met my gaze. "I owe you my life, Olivia. We all do."A part of me wanted to shrug off his gratitude, to dismiss it as simply doing wha