Stella–POVI tossed and turned; sleep eluded me. Frustrated, I sat up and made my way to retrieve the diary, hoping to find a way to unlock its secrets. I carefully pulled out the journal and, once again, attempted to open it using a hammer on the small lock. To my dismay, it remained stubbornly shut. Exhausted and defeated, I sank back, only to feel a hot trickle of blood from my nose— a telltale sign of stress. Scrambling to find a tissue box, I heard an unexpected click, and to my surprise, the lock popped open, triggered by a drop of blood.Eager to uncover the mysteries within, I opened the diary and found only a description of myself and my name. The rest of the pages were blank, leaving me perplexed. What baffled me even more was that the handwriting was an exact match to Kellan's. While identical twins might share similarities, having similar writing was an uncanny coincidence.Questions raced through my mind. Could Kellan be alive and pretending to be Damon? But why would he
Kayden – POVIt had been a grievous day. My mother's disdain for me had reached a new height; she didn't even want to look at my face anymore. On the other hand, Dad remained silent, offering no insight into his emotions. While I had long sensed my mother's hatred, my father's stoic silence left me in the dark about his feelings. I slumped back into a chair on the porch.Kate quietly took a seat beside me. I hesitated to initiate a conversation or ask her to leave; perhaps I simply didn't want to be alone. The loss of my brother, though he had chosen a different path, was weighing heavily on me. He was still family, and memories of our childhood—those precious moments spent with Macoy- flooded my mind."Here, have a drink; it might help you feel better," Kate said, offering me a flask of alcohol. I took a sip, then another, gulping it down. She rested her hand on my shoulder, offering a silent comfort."It must be hard on you," Kate whispered sympathetically. "You loved and cared for
Stella–POVI woke up with a dull headache, sitting on a bed. My hands were shackled. I tried to break free, but it was no use; the shackles were too strong, and my heartbeat quickened with panic. I couldn't recall anything except running and then someone knocked me out."You're awake, Stella," a voice startled me. My eyes darted to the door as it swung open. A strong, tall woman walked in. Despite her left cheek's small, burning scar, she looked regal and fabulous. Her presence was commanding."Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Where am I?" She sighed, as if expecting these questions from me."I am Alpha Vella of the Cursed Crescent Pack," she declared with an air of authority, her tone leaving no doubt about her leadership status."See, I don't understand what you want from me," I said, fear lacing my words. "I haven't done anything wrong. I'm pregnant; please, let me go," I begged, my eyes pleading for mercy."I know you're pregnant with a Lycan child," she said calmly, a
Alpha Damon - POV"Why can't we find Stella?" I murmured, frustrated by our continuous failure to find her."We will find Stella," June assured me, trying to ease my anxiety. "You've done everything within your power, Damon. You even went so far as to interrogate the maid for leads, and after following her information, Stella was nowhere to be found.""Time is running out," Kayden pointed out. "If we don't find her soon, she could be—""She's not dead," I quickly countered. "Stella is alive. They wouldn't have taken her if they intended to just kill her.""True, but she'll only be kept alive until she gives birth to the child," Kayden added grimly."You're right. It's a power struggle now. The Crescent Pack never dared to attack lycans directly and played the role of a peaceful pack. I think they instigated you to take action, ensuring your pack faced the consequences, Kayden. They were after power, and Stella was the perfect target to gain an upper hand over the lycans when you sough
Damon–POV"I can detect Stella's scent," my wolf, Rider, announced."Make a U-turn," I directed Dexter."Why? We've already checked every cursed site in the Crescent pack's territory," June questioned. Kayden glanced at me, seeking an explanation."I've got a strong hunch about something," I explained."What's happening?" Kayden inquired, puzzled. June appeared to be struggling for air, her distress evident."Stop the vehicle," I commanded. At that moment, June's condition worsened, leading to faintness."Don't stop, Damon. Rush to find Stella, or we'll lose this trail. I've managed to track her because I'm tapping into a dark power. We can't delay; the risks of using such dark magic are too great. You're aware of the consequences," Rider pressed urgently."Kayden, could you escort June back to our pack?" I asked."Why should I?" Kayden protested. "She's your mate. It's your responsibility.""Kayden, this is not the time for arguments," I snapped, my frustration barely contained."Alp
June – POVI breathed a sigh of relief when I finally arrived in New York, safe and sound. I noticed a call coming in from Vella. “What?” I snapped irritably.“Where on earth have you gone, abandoning us without even completing your tasks properly?” Vella retorted.“You're calling me useless? Look at your pathetic pack. It's not my fault I couldn't figure out how Damon discovered Stella’s scent,” I countered. “I did warn you to get the witches to intervene.”“The witches and Dad were unavailable, and I was too. I had instructed my soldiers to handle it. You went off on your adventure, huh? Stella needs to be returned,” Vella insisted.“I’d rather keep my head attached, thank you very much. By pulling such a stunt, I’ve not only made myself a target for Damon but also for Altair. He’d kill me for sabotaging his plans. Go find yourself another half-sister to dump your problems on,” I said before ending the call. I sat back in the penthouse, contemplating my next move. It was clear I nee
Stella–POVI was relieved to hear that the baby in my womb is doing okay, and now I'm back in the Lycan Pack. Dexter has improved a lot; he regained consciousness two days ago and is now even able to walk. Julie was by his side, showing clear concern for him. Damon returned to the Pack, and Kayden came with him, displaying irritation on his face."What's happening?" I inquired as I followed them into the office."We managed to track down and imprison Alpha Vaner, but we couldn't capture Alpha Vella and June," Kayden explained.Damon chimed in, "I suspect Alpha Vella might be collaborating with the Night Angel group. She abandoned her Pack, and now Kayden is interrogating members of the cursed Crescent Pack. Moreover, the curse crescent pack witch and elders are dead, which suggests Alpha Vella's involvement, or perhaps it was your biological father, who has remained silent and refuses to speak.""Let me speak with him," I insisted."No," Kayden and Damon responded together, their voic
Stella - POVMy bruise from being shackled healed completely in three days, which never happened before. When I bruised, it took a week and two days. I put on the sundress, and my baby belly showed. I looked at the calendar; it's been three and a half months, marking today since I have been in the pack. I was abducted for a month, and I don't know how time flew in a blur.Alone in my room, trying to think about how my life will be from here on after Damon and Kayden manage to catch June and Alpha Vella. I will be free to move to the human city and go back to start living my normal life, but what about the mate bond with Kayden? Am I even ready to move on in life from Kellan? I may give a chance to Kayden as he is my mate, but my body agrees to accept him as a mate. I mean, many warm and jittery feelings and butterflies come to life, just like Julie mentioned, and every time I see Kayden, I feel such things. But at the same time, my heart and my mind question my emotions, and I feel I
Heather's POVKayden stepped out of the cozy wooden house, carrying dishes of food in both hands. He placed them carefully on the gazebo table, which was already beautifully set. My breath caught as I whispered, “Wow, you went to such lengths to prepare all this.”“I just want to impress you,” he muttered, his voice soft but sincere.I couldn’t help but smile as I glanced at the smoked, grilled salmon. My stomach growled in anticipation. Without waiting,I took a bite. The taste melted on my tongue.“Damn, you’ve really outdone yourself. It’s delicious! Are you secretly taking cooking lessons or something?” I teased, though my words were muffled by another bite.He remained quiet, a soft smile playing on his lips as he ate.“Really?” I pressed, surprised by his silence.“What?” He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement. “I can’t cook for my mate?”“There’s no need to go through so much trouble for me,” I said, dropping my gaze. “I’m not special…” The words tum
Heather's POVKayden stepped out of the cozy wooden house, carrying dishes of food in both hands. He placed them carefully on the gazebo table, which was already beautifully set. My breath caught as I whispered, “Wow, you went to such lengths to prepare all this.”“I just want to impress you,” he muttered, his voice soft but sincere.I couldn’t help but smile as I glanced at the smoked, grilled salmon. My stomach growled in anticipation. Without waiting,I took a bite. The taste melted on my tongue.“Damn, you’ve really outdone yourself. It’s delicious! Are you secretly taking cooking lessons or something?” I teased, though my words were muffled by another bite.He remained quiet, a soft smile playing on his lips as he ate.“Really?” I pressed, surprised by his silence.“What?” He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting in amusement. “I can’t cook for my mate?”“There’s no need to go through so much trouble for me,” I said, dropping my gaze. “I’m not special…” The words tum
Heather's POVI sat at the breakfast table, my stomach twisted into anxious knots, completely devoid of any appetite. Kayden wasn’t around, and the test results were due by evening. The waiting was unbearable. I hated lying in bed, doing nothing to occupy my restless mind. Instead, I busied myself reading about Raven and Xael powers—their strengths, their darker sides, and the terrifying extent. But even the book couldn’t hold my attention for long. Frustrated, I set it aside and stepped out of my room for a walk to clear my head.As I strolled the halls, I noticed a group of soldiers carrying crates filled with books.“Wait,” I called out, stopping them.They froze and turned to me. The scent hit me before I even reached the boxes—Colt’s scent. My monster brother’s lingering essence clung to the books like a haunting memory.“Where are these from?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I reached for one of the books.“From Raven’s old base,” one soldier answered with a respectful nod.“Take
Heather’s POVTwo months have passed, and for the first time in what feels like forever, life feels calm. There’s a certain serenity in the air that soothes my restless soul. Stretching my arms above my head, I breathe in the crisp morning air before starting my yoga routine. The warm embrace of sunlight filters through the trees, and the soft breeze kisses my skin. Yoga has become my new ritual—a gentler path the doctor recommended after I had to step back from my usual intense training. It’s strange, but this peaceful morning rhythm makes me feel more grounded.After yoga, I head inside to shower and get ready for the day. Today’s agenda is simple yet important: spending time with the Pack members, checking progress, and ensuring the food we grow will sustain us through the harsh winter. With only five months before the cold season descends upon us, I need to make sure we’re prepared—no excuses. Winter here doesn’t just knock; it storms in, unrelenting and brutal.“Harris! Good morn
Kayden - POVI stood in the ruins of the Night Angel Pack building, deep in the heart of the human city. The air was thick with decay and a sense of foreboding. “What the hell did you drag me here for?” I snapped, my patience already worn thin.“Shut up and walk,” Damon growled, his usual temper flaring. He’d barely said a word during the entire ride, but his silence nowonly added to my unease. I wanted to text Heather, let her know I was in New York and would teleport back home as soon as this was over—but of course, my phone was dead. Typical.“How long is this going to take?” I asked, my frustration bubbling over.“Honestly? I don’t know,” Damon admitted, his tone clipped.“You mentioned coming to this place,” I pressed, trying to make sense of why we were standing in this desolate hellhole.“No, I didn’t,” he shot back. “I told Stella I was going on a business trip. That’s it.”I raised an eyebrow. “You’re a dead man if she finds out you’re here. Didn’t she nearly lose you the la
Kayden's -POV It had been a week since the war with the Ravens ended, but the aftermath still lingered. My soldiers were tirelessly combing through every lead, rounding up any Raven who might have malicious intentions. Each interrogation was aimed at uncovering the whereabouts of their elders—whether they were hiding or truly gone for good. Yet my thoughts weren’t just on the war. Heather weighed heavily on my mind. Her health had become my constant concern, as she’d been falling ill more often, fevers striking with alarming frequency.“Alpha, I’m tired,” Harris groaned beside me.I rubbed my tired eyes, feeling just as drained. “We have no Omega to help out. You’ll need to push through like the rest of us. No excuses.”“Alpha, we need a break. The soldiers need it too. If we keep working like this, people are going to collapse,” Harris argued, desperation clear in his voice.I sighed deeply, conceding. “Fine. Call a day off.”Harris’s face lit up as he nodded eagerly and left to spr
Heather’s POVWhat the hell just happened?A moment ago, power coursed through me as I faced my tyrant brother, Colt, head-on. Now, it was gone. I couldn’t shift. I was stuck, vulnerable, while he stood there in his semi-shifted form—clawed hands and fur-covered arms glinting under the sunlight.“Out of fuel already?” he sneered, shifting back into his human form. His dark, predatory gaze bore into me, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips.My chest heaved as I tried to summon my strength, but nothing came. I couldn’t even answer him.“Wondering why you can’t kick my ass, dear sister?” His grin widened, sharp and merciless. “You should’ve been able to. But here’s the thing: I’ve already won.”He took a step closer. My legs refused to move.“I can paralyze your body and your powers. It’s the easiest way to make a Raven Heir useless.” His voice dropped, venom dripping from every word. “And once I kill you? I’ll take those precious powers for myself. They’ll be mine, Heather. All mine.”My h
Kayden - POVA guttural growl tore through the air as Colt’s wolf launched at me, his claws wreathed in swirling black magic. I pivoted hard, dodging the strike. My strategy was clear—play defense, keep him chasing, and wear him down.“Burn him!” Odin roared in my head, his anger fueling mine.“Not yet,” I snapped, landing lightly on my feet. My body was tense, every nerve on edge.Colt snarled again, frustration seeping through his glowing red wolf eyes. His fur bristled as if he could sense my plan, but he wasn’t ready for me to strike yet. Not yet.“Why are we stalling?” Odin barked, his voice pounding in my skull.“You’re missing the bigger picture,” I replied coolly. Even as Colt’s claws tore into me with a few painful slashes, I kept my focus. His smirk told me he thought he had the upper hand—but he didn’t. Not for long.“I don’t see a point to this!” Odin growled, impatience dripping from his words.I clenched my jaw. Odin didn’t get it. The Raven Heir couldn’t be killed by or
Heather’s POVRelief coursed through my body, and tears burned in my eyes as Damon and Stella stepped out of the vortex. Damon’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and lethal.“You’re not laying a finger on him.”With a single push, Damon sent Colt staggering back like he was nothing more than a rag-doll. Colt growled, seething with barely contained rage as he locked eyes with Damon.“You... you’re a Lycan. Stay out of wolf pack business!” Colt spat, his voice dripping with venom. “Lycans and wolves are enemies—you know that.”Damon’s response was chillingly calm. “And you know what? That thinking is why this feud will never end. I’m not a fool like my father, clinging to outdated grudges.”Colt froze, a flicker of shock betraying his otherwise stoic expression.“You know.”Damon’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. “Oh, I’ve figured it out. All this time, you and your elder Ravens have been feeding lies, manipulating egos of Lycan Alpha and Wolf Alpha, trying to twist us agains