CARSON'S POVI walked back into the dark and gloomy walls of the dungeons after going out to see Nic.The reason she had asked to see me earlier sparked a tinge of curiosity in me, but it turned out that the reason was that she wanted to come down to the dungeons.According to her, she wanted to see what Arnold looked like, but I could not give in to her curious request.The dungeons were no place for a lady like her, and I also did not want her to see how cruel I could be towards other wolves who had wronged me.I felt a slight tremble in my spirit soul then the clear, calm voice of my wolf followed soon after."Don't you think we should listen to Cameron's words? After all, Zeus is the one who actually killed your parents." Never!That was impossible."His father killed my parents. Why should he get to go scot-free after we have already taken him captive? He should also feel a little bit of the pain my siblings and I have had to go through over the years." I growled back in reply,
Cameron’s POV:In the cold, damp dungeon, my brother Carson unleashed a relentless fury upon Arnold, the son of the man who had taken our father away from us. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as I stormed in, my wolfish instincts urging me to intervene."Enough, Carson!" I roared, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I forcefully pulled him away from our prisoner, my eyes locking onto Arnold's defiant gaze."He deserves worse for what his father did to ours!" Carson retorted, his anger unyielding.I squared off with my impulsive brother, arguing for reason amid the turmoil. "We need him for leverage, not a corpse. He's valuable alive," I urged, aware that emotions threatened to cloud our judgment.Carson's rage burned bright, his conviction unwavering. "Valuable? He's a reminder of what they took from us!"Arnold seeing us argue seized the opportunity to taunt us, he flashed his bruised lips at us in a smirk and shook his head slowly. "Seems like the mighty Alpha brothers can
Cadel's POV:As I released Arnold, the metallic clinks of the chains echoed in the dungeon. The weight of the decision settled on my shoulders. Arnold stood there, no longer restrained, his gaze unwavering. The atmosphere in the dungeon shifted, and a quiet anticipation settled in."Arnold," I began, my voice carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty, "you're free to eat, walk, and do whatever you want around the premises. But make no mistake, any attempt to escape would cost you your life."Arnold, though no longer bound, remained defiant. "Still threatening my life, I see."“Are you insane?” Cameroon asked, stepping forward. “You should be grateful that my brother has the decency to treat you with respect and set you free.”Arnold scoffed. “Sure, thank you. I guess I better spend my last day enjoying my freedom, for my death awaits me tomorrow. But know this, your cycle of vengeance won't end with my death."Cameroon shot me a thoughtful look, his eyes hinting at agreement wit
Anna's POV:I could feel my heart racing in sync with the intense scenes unfolding on the TV, sharing the gripping Detective Jimson drama with Natasha. Suddenly, a knock on the front door shattered my concentration. Neither of us budged to respond, our reluctance palpable. My gaze stayed fixed on the TV, and then the knock echoed again, more forceful and persistent. Cursing at the unwelcome interruption, I groaned, pondering who could disturb us at such a late hour. The boys wouldn't bother with a knock.With an hesitant sigh, I rose to open the door, finding a man flanked by two guards. "Apologies for the intrusion, ma'am. Alphas Cadel and Cameroon requested us to deliver the prisoner to their sister," one guard explained."I'm Arnold," the man in the middle of the guards introduced himself with an uneasy smile.Though familiar with Arnold's name, I questioned his presence here instead of the dungeon. Trusting Cadel and Cameroon's judgment, I anticipated learning the reason behind th
Cameroon’s POV:The moon's gentle radiance guided us, casting a silvery hue. The scent of damp earth surrounded us as we neared the dungeon, creating a musty aroma. Gravel crunched beneath our steps. In the distance, wolf howls echoed through the night.Turning left, the dungeon emerged, its iron doors sealed, guarded by four gatekeepers. Dim lanterns flickered, casting an eerie glow on the entrance and corridor leading to the cells. The air grew heavier, laden with foreboding. As we arrived, the gatekeepers saluted, fists to chests, and firm stomps echoed. Their eyes glinted in the lantern light.Nicole waited at the threshold, eyes reflecting curiosity and concern. In the muted light, her features softened, yet the tension in her stance hinted at seriousness."Cameroon, Cadel," she began, gaze shifting, "why did Arnold end up at the house instead of the dungeon? What's going on?""Relax, there's a purpose," I replied. "Arnold's not the enemy; we've decided to treat him better. We're
Carson's POV:Firstly, I want to make it clear that I didn't appreciate Anna entering the room and engaging in conversation with that mother fucker. It bothered me deeply that she was being cordial to someone I considered an enemy.But what could I do? It's not like my brothers would watch me impose my feelings on her, making it challenging to dictate her actions. That was the problem when you and your brothers agreed to share one mate, there was no complete authority. I knew it was always going to be a problem for me not having complete control over Anna, which was why I wanted to suggest a fighting competition and whoever emerged victorious would have her all to himself. My wolf had vehemently disagreed, sensing that I would be defeated. "Anna, could you ask Arnold to join us?" I overheard Cadel, and my attention heightened instantly."Anna, I seriously prefer you not going into his room," I countered. "Since it was your idea to have him here, Cadel, why don't you call her yourse
Anna's POVThe next day started quietly at the packhouse after all the chaos from yesterday. Carson hadn't returned home last night after the fight, although he did see us when we were taking Arnold back to the dungeon. I was both annoyed and worried about him.As I walked around, people whispered and gave me strange looks, as if I had something to do with what happened last night. Maybe I did, I thought. If I hadn't talked to Arnold, maybe Carson wouldn't have been so angry.Carson's argument caused problems, and everyone in the pack seemed uneasy. They whispered and looked at us with suspicion. It's understandable; what happened the day before shook our group.Cadel, who usually tries to keep things calm, acted like everything was normal, but you could tell from people's faces that there was a problem between the alpha brothers.Nicole also looked worried, dealing with the aftermath of Carson's behavior.In an effort to bring back a sense of normalcy, Cadel called for a pack meeting
Cadel's POV:The tension in the dungeon was clear as day as Carson extended his claws, a warning to the elder, Ross. I stepped forward, attempting to diffuse the situation."Carson, we need him to report back to Zeus," I stated firmly, gesturing for him to retract his claws.Carson hesitated for a moment before retracting his claws. The guards restrained Ross, preventing any further attempts to resist. "Now, let's proceed with our plan. Arnold, your father's unwillingness to surrender has left us with no option," I explained, keeping my tone steady.Arnold sighed, seemingly resigned to his fate. "Are you trying to talk me into my death? Just get it over with.""In about a minute," I assured him.Cameroon chimed in, "Your father pushed us to this point. We aimed to avoid bloodshed, but if your death is the only way to grab his attention, then so be it."A guard opened the cell, retrieved Arnold, and we moved outside the dungeon. Carson proposed, "Let's not make it dull—give him a fig
Epilogue Anna’s POV: We were married for two and a half years. I lived with the brothers and our kids in one house, while Nicole and Lucas had their own homes nearby. I had a son with Cadel, a daughter with Cameroon, and was expecting a baby with Carson. But when the time came for the baby to arrive, something went wrong. The brothers waited outside the medical center, worried. Carson, especially, looked really concerned. An hour later, we got the sad news that the baby didn't make it. Carson couldn't hold back his pain and let out a howl of sorrow. Carson was devastated for months after we lost the baby. Cadel and Cameroon allowed us the time and space to heal. They didn't mind that I was spending more time with Carson than them. They didn't even mind that they had to look after the kids most of the time. Nicole did help us out a lot with looking after her nephew and niece. Slowly, Carson and I found comfort in each other's company. After a while, our intimacy rekindled,
Anna's POV:Inside the Alpha quarters, in the confines of the large living room, only three of us remained: Nicole, Lucas, and me. We hoped those who went after Cecilia's killer would return any moment, having faced little challenge in capturing him. But we were wrong. A primal roar shattered the silence around us twice. Nicole stood up abruptly. “That must be Bryan.”I joined her. “He's calling for his pack.”“What could have possibly gone wrong?” Lucas asked as he rose too."Let's go after them!" I declared.Lucas nodded, and we left the house, heading towards the forest. As we went after Bryan and the others, more pack members joined us, all responding to the Alpha's call. As we reached the edge of the forest, the scene before us made my blood run cold. Bodies lay strewn across the ground, the metallic scent of blood mixing with the earthy smell of the forest. The moon cast an eerie light over the carnage, illuminating the torn remains and the still forms of bodies.Nicole gaspe
Carson's POV:We moved swiftly through the pack house grounds, slipping back into the dense forest where the killer had disappeared. The night air was cool, and the scent of wet wood and damp earth filled my nostrils. Each step sent jolts of pain through my body, but I gritted my teeth and pushed on."Where did you last see him?" Collins asked, his voice low but urgent.I pointed towards the slope where the spears had shot out. "Down there. He triggered the trap and vanished."Cameroon led the way, carefully going down the slope and each of us descended after him. As we reached the bottom, I paused, sniffing the air."He's close. I can still smell him," I said, my voice a growl.“Isn't that strange?” Collins mused.“What is?” I asked. “If I killed my Luna, I wouldn't be lurking around still,” Collins said, with a thoughtful expression. “What if we are working into a trap?”Pausing briefly, I replied, “Well we outnumber him five to one. I say we get this son of a bitch, regardless.”W
Carson's POVCameroon and I chased after Cecilia's killer. He was fast, agile, and remarkably skilled at evasion. Just as my hands dove to catch him, he leaped over a massive log, and I ended up crushing an unfortunate firefly instead. I tossed it away in frustration.Cameroon lagged behind me, making me wish Cadel were here to assist in the chase. As we tore through the forest, which grew steeper with every step, the killer only seemed to get faster. We approached a particularly treacherous section of the forest, where he slid down a slope and pulled a lever. Suddenly, pairs of spears shot out, several piercing my body.“Argh, damn it, it hurts,” I yelled.“Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful!” Cameroon sang the last word, spreading out his arms to balance himself as he screeched to an emergency stop.I scanned the slope, but the killer had vanished after triggering his trap.“Wolfsbane,” I groaned. “The spears—”“It’s okay, I got you. I got you.” Cameroon pulled me back. “We need to head back
Anna's POV:Returning to my pack stirred up more trouble than I anticipated. Cecilia's disdainful remarks since our arrival only fueled my desire to leave. Yet, despite the ease of saying the words, I found myself lingering. Was it the twisted satisfaction of witnessing Cecilia and her mate's conflict over me that held me back?Alpha Bryan's decisive action, slamming the door on Cecilia, sent a strange thrill through me. I shouldn't feel this way; I didn't care for Bryan. Yet, his defiance of his Luna for hosting us made me feel oddly important."Hey, Anna, lost in thought?" Cadel's touch on my elbow brought me back."Yeah, just thinking about tomorrow." Damn, did I just lie to Cadel?He looked at me, towel hanging loosely. "What's happening tomorrow?""We won't be stuck in the alpha quarters forever. Eventually, we'll venture out, and I'll face werewolves who share Cecilia's resentment.""They can't all hate you. Collins and Bryan seem to support us.""Yeah, tell me about it."Cadel
Cadel's POVAfter Nicole's brash confrontation with Cecilia, the room fell into a thoughtful silence. Cecilia's eyes flickered with suppressed emotions as she briefly avoided meeting our gazes, perhaps acutely aware of the rift her actions had caused.Nicole, on the other hand, remained stoic, her expression guarded as she picked at her food, seemingly unfazed by the lingering hostility in the room. The tension between her and Cecilia stewed beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.Cecilia's fingers drummed impatiently on the table, her jaw still clenched with frustration. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she spoke, her voice sharp and cutting."You think you can come into my home and tell me how I should behave?" Cecilia's eyes blazed with defiance as she locked gaze with Nicole. “You came here unannounced and it's taking every fiber of my being not to kick you sorry lot out. So, while I begrudgingly extend my invitation, you all would do well to re
Carson's POV:As we stepped into the dining room, a space illuminated by mostly candlelights, Cecilia set a tray of potato fries on the table causing them to bounce with a soft thud. She pulled out the nearest seat and settled onto it, legs crossed in an ankle style. The hem of her silky nightdress revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs. My gaze unintentionally lingered on the faint impression of her nipples against the fabric. “Hey, babe,” she purred, adjusting her dress as Bryan approached. “I’m really craving a proper massage after dinner.”Bryan slid into a seat beside her with a smirk. “Sure thing, I can be your masseuse. I just wished you'd pay me for it.”Cecilia playfully lifted her leg, resting it on his lap. “Oh, honey, I do pay you – just not in cash.”“Ceci, now is not a good time, please put your sexy creamy leg back down.”Cameroon and I shared a knowing look before settling down at the table, joined by Nicole, Lucas, Cadel, and Anna. With a coy smile, Cecilia
Cameroon POVSeeing my Uncle, Ben, had terrified me to a great length. He was easily the strongest werewolf I've ever met. I know this because I've seen him overpower even the strongest of adversaries with ease. His sheer strength and ferocity were unmatched. Even if my brothers and I were at the peak of our strength, we wouldn't have stood a chance against him, especially with five other werewolves backing him up. While grappling with Uncle Ben, we communicated through our mind link with Lucas, asking him to seek help in case we couldn't win. If we failed, the girls would be in need of rescue. Yet, I never dreamed we could stall Uncle Ben for so long. The Uncle Ben I knew, at his most aggressive, could have overwhelmed us within minutes.Was he growing weaker, or had we grown stronger? Regardless, he had us when it counted, but then Uncle Ben abruptly halted his assault and fled. Was it a change of heart, or did he detect a more pressing threat? His sudden departure left me both sur
Anna's POVThe forest trees blurred past us as Nicole and I ran for our dear lives. The sounds of growls and snarls echoed behind us. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, and dread enveloped me tightly as I stole a glance over my shoulder, catching sight of Uncle Ben and his pack tearing into the Alpha brothers ruthlessly. Was this going to be how I lost my mates? So much for going back home with three Alphas as mates. Please, moon goddess, don't let them die! "Nicole, why is your Uncle trying to kill us?" I gasped out between breaths, as we dodged between tall trees and bushes, hoping to escape our attackers. Nicole's expression was grim as she glanced at me. "Uncle Ben's desire to kill us comes from a deep-seated belief in the purity and superiority of the family bloodline. We come from a long line of werewolf alphas, with a family history steeped in the purity of our bloodline. Our father was only half werewolf, breaking the purity, and Uncle Ben, being full-blooded, resents us