Olivias povIt all happened so fast. The world around me turned into a blur of fear and action as the soldier raised his weapon toward Zack. I screamed, "No!" my voice breaking through the room but not quick enough to halt the course of events. Zack was innocent, wrapped in a quilt of danger he never asked for, and I could not bear the thought of losing him.The soldier hesitated for a heartbeat, but it was too late. The shot rang out, stark against the silence left in the wake of my scream, and I watched as Zack faltered, his eyes wide with disbelief. Blood blossomed through his shirt, spreading a dark stain that mirrored the collective horror in the room.Zack's small hands moved instinctively to the wound, trying to stem the inevitable. His face reverted to the little boy we had fought so hard to save. He looked to Alexander with an expression of pure sorrow—the apology of someone who felt they had taken a wrong turn."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Zack murmured, his voice tremblin
Olivias povThe weight of Zack's ashes clung to the air, a constant reminder of our failure. We were wrapped in sorrow, yet I couldn't let despair swallow us whole. Alexander's grief was a tempest, a presence I couldn't ignore, even as I fought my own heartache.As I stood amidst the devastation, the once vibrant room now seemed a hollow shell. Each shadow whispered of lost opportunities, each heartbeat a painful reminder of what could have been. But when the echoes of Alexander's vows for vengeance reached my ears, an unfamiliar fire ignited within me. It demanded action, a resolution to right the wrongs done to us.Suddenly, Alexander's movements caught my attention as he charged toward the soldiers, fury embodied in every step. The soldier responsible for Zack's death remained motionless, paralysed by the spectre of Alexander's rage. Before anyone could react, Alexander's hand gripped the soldier's collar, lifting him with effortless strength and slamming him against the stone wall
Olivias pov The sickly smell of fear hung in the air as our small group huddled in the shadowy room. Alexander sat in front of me, his hand wrapped in a makeshift bandage. The world around us seemed to pulse with tension, and the echoes of Zack’s loss were a persistent whisper in our minds.I closed my eyes, summoning the light within me, willing it to surface. It was a power that had been with me for as long as I could remember, one that set me apart from the others—a spirit wolf in a world dominated by brutish strength and raw power. Slowly, my hands began to glow, a soft luminescence emanating from my palms.Alexander watched me, a mix of hope and doubt flickering in his gaze. “Are you sure this will work, Olivia?” His voice, usually steady and commanding, wavered with the weight of uncertainty.“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting the light spill into the space between us. “But I have to try.” I pressed my hands gently over his, letting the warmth seep through his skin. But as the
Reed's POVThe midnight air embraced me as Natasha, and I approached the borders of the pack I called home. There was a flicker of unease that glided down my spine, but I quickly brushed it away. The mask I wore was tight, though not uncomfortable. It symbolised the persona, the performance I had honed over the years. No longer just an act. It was now a crucial part of my mission.Standing tall beside me, Natasha cast a furtive glance through the dense woods. The moonlight played on her features, revealing a slight smile that told me she was as exhilarated by our return as I was. Her presence was comforting, a reminder of the alliances I had forged. Together, we were unstoppable.“Ready?” Natasha whispered, her voice carrying a faint edge of anticipation. She clutched a small vial of potion close to her chest, an artifact of our dark pact with the witches.“As ever,” I replied, my tone steady and resolved.We slipped past the sentries undetected, courtesy of the enchantments Natasha h
Natasha’s povThe night was heavy with anticipation as I watched Reed from the shadows. His voice was a symphony of charisma, weaving promises of power that danced in the air like a siren’s call. The room ate up his every word, their devotion palpable. It was a sight so glorious it almost felt tangible, electrifying the air around us. But beneath this perfect façade, only I knew the truth—his success was my creation.Reed had proven to be the ideal pawn, his thirst for dominance blinding him to the strings I deftly pulled. His desires and promises were ultimately collateral, trapped under my design to dismantle everything the Moon Goddess had forged. Reed was my gateway, my tool to rain chaos upon the werewolves and wrest power from the heavens themselves.As the pack raised their glasses in allegiance to him, I felt the satisfaction of a carefully nurtured scheme inching nearer to its climax. Olivia's spirit wolf might have given them hope and been able to defeat the dark rogues, but
Olivias povThe sun was beginning to set as we rushed Alexander into the hotel room. His face was ashen, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He groaned softly, the sound breaking the quiet like shattering glass. Lidia and Ethan were gathered, their expressions shifting from confusion to shock as they saw us burst through the door."What happened?" Lidia's voice was thin with urgency. Her eyes darted from me to Alexander."He was attacked," I blurted out, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Derek’s son was under some sort of spell. I couldn’t stop it."Ethan helped Alexander to the bed, laying him down as gently as if he were made of glass. As I looked at Alexander, pain etched in every line of his face, my own heart ached. I tried again, desperate to use my power to heal him, but the glow from my hands flickered and died away, leaving him unchanged.Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I felt a sense of helplessness I had never experienced before. "Why isn’t it working?"
Standing by the door, I tried desperately to hold myself together as the weight of the room bore down on me. Each heartbeat seemed to echo in the silence, a relentless reminder of the chaos threatening our world. But it was too much—too many lives hanging in the balance. My resolve crumbled, and I slipped outside, letting the door close softly behind me.Leaning against the cold wall, I let the tears fall. They cascaded down my cheeks, each one a conduit for the fear and frustration bottled up within me. I was the spirit wolf—supposedly powerful, supposedly untouchable—yet the darkness seemed intent on unravelling everything I held dear. A sob escaped, shattering the quiet night.A gentle hand rested on my shoulder, its weight both an anchor and a reassurance. I turned, finding solace in Victor's eyes, brimming with unspoken support. Without hesitation, he pulled me into a tight embrace, his strong arms offering the comfort only a brother could provide."What if I lose him?" I mumbled
Olivia's POVThe moment I stepped into the Elders' Hall, the tension was almost palpable. The air was thick with a sense of unease, whispers echoing off the wooden walls. Everyone was gathered, and fear was evident in the set lines of their faces. No time to waste.I strode forward, my voice unwavering and clear amidst the turmoil. "I've sent word to every pack," I declared, making sure my words carried across the room. "We are calling every soldier willing to fight with us."The Head Elder, his age marked by the many lines across his face, bowed his head solemnly. "The city gates are closed, Olivia. We have soldiers on the wall. The army approaches fast." His voice trembled slightly, the gravity of the situation settling in."Reed won't allow anyone else to enter," I continued, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior. "And there's no knowing if he hasn't already attacked other packs." My heart clenched at the thought, knowing the lengths Reed would go to for power."There are t
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