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RandyJacob took my words to heart. He knew there was no room for hesitation—we were leaving at dawn.Every second spent in the North felt like a wasted breath, a delay I couldn’t afford. Too much lay ahead, too little time to get it all done.As we made our way out of the building, a figure moved toward us with urgent strides. Draco’s Beta, Marcus.My guard went up immediately. Given the Stephensons' history—their twisted attempt to sell Adasha out to Draco—I had every reason to be wary.What if Jason had already taken their offer to him? The mere thought sent fire coursing through my veins, but I forced my expression to remain unreadable."Alpha Olsen," Marcus greeted, his tone respectful, but I only gave him a curt nod. I wasn’t in the mood for formalities, and I certainly wasn’t going to pretend otherwise."Apologies for stopping you, Alpha," Marcus continued, clearly noting my impatience."I can see you're in a hurry, but Alpha Bouras requests a moment of your time before you lea
RandyDraco’s words unsettled me, and I could tell he wasn’t just speculating—he knew something, or at the very least, he had a gut feeling I couldn’t afford to ignore.The suggestion raised in the meeting had been absurd, and I was relieved when it was struck down. But now, hearing him speak with such certainty, a sliver of doubt crept in.I didn’t want to appear too concerned, so I kept my tone light. "They were just testing their luck," I said, leaning back.Draco exhaled sharply and shook his head."On the contrary, Randy. Do you really think they made that proposal hoping we'd agree? No. They’re planning something as we speak."I frowned, sitting forward. "So what do you propose?"Draco sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t enjoying this conversation any more than I was. "You already know what I’m going to say," he muttered.I waited, watching him.Finally, he spoke. "We’ve never seen eye to eye, and we both prefer to keep to ourselves. But this isn’t about preference a
Randy Draco studied me, searching for a reaction, for something to tell that I had more to hide. But I gave him nothing. I saw the exact moment when he realized he wasn’t going to get under my skin and silently conceded. I decided to press forward. "That’s all I have to say about Jason," I stated firmly. "What happens in my pack is my business, Draco. And I don’t take kindly to you snooping around in it. I doubt you’d appreciate me digging into the affairs of the North, would you?" Draco exhaled, raising his hands in a slow, placating gesture. "He reached out to me, Randy. I didn’t go looking for him." His voice was even, but there was something insistent in his tone. "All I’m saying is we should question your in-laws and see what they know. It would put us ahead of Abraham and the others. We need to secure ourselves before they do." I chuckled, low and deliberate. The laugh wasn’t genuine—it was calculated, meant to throw him off, to make him second-guess his angle. "Only a fo
Kai The drive back to the East was long, stretching endlessly before me. I should have felt relief at returning home, at finally being able to put my territories in order—but instead, my mind was a battlefield. I needed to be on high alert. The families were meeting behind our backs, conspiring in whispers, and I had to uncover the truth before it was too late. Was it the Westwood child orchestrating this? Or was it James? Logic pointed to the former. James had never given cause for alarm in all these years. If it were him, we would have seen signs long ago. According to May’s account, if this ability—the power of compulsion—had existed for generations, we should have heard whispers of massacres long before I was even born. Yet, the first real event had only happened recently. That could mean only one thing. The perpetrator was either my age or younger—someone who had only just come into their power or someone who had been pushed to their limits, provoked like Michelle had been
Kai We lay in bed, the quiet hum of the afternoon wrapping around us. I pulled her close, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. There were a thousand things demanding my attention, but at that moment, none of them mattered. "So, you spent the entire time painting?" I asked, my fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns along her arm. "Not really," she murmured, turning slightly to meet my gaze. "Gabe started training me yesterday. It was fun. It’s been a long time since I sparred with anyone. I really enjoyed it." I frowned, my muscles tensing. Gabriel never mentioned that. And while I trusted him, the thought of him sparring with her—touching her, even in training—didn’t sit right with me. Was he just helping her, or was he taking liberties? I knew I shouldn’t think like that, but with Adasha, jealousy seemed to be a demon I would struggle to tame. "Henceforth, you spar with me," I said, my voice firm, leaving no room for debate. She chuckled softly, her eyes dancing wi
KaiI strode into my office, determination coursing through my veins. Today, I would get to the bottom of things—no distractions, no detours.The air felt charged with anticipation as I settled in, waiting for the others. Gabe was the first to arrive, his usual easygoing demeanour intact.I knew Darius would take a little longer; the exhaustion was bound to catch up with him. That was fine.Leaning back in my chair, I eyed Gabe with curiosity. “Heard you’ve been sparring with Adasha,” I said, arching a brow.A slow grin spread across his face—he knew exactly how I’d feel about that. “Didn’t want her missing you too much. There isn’t much to do around here, you know.” He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself.I huffed, but his words had my full attention. “She’s a tough one,” he continued, his tone carrying something close to admiration.“I haven’t even seen her wolf yet, but damn, she’s fierce. Gifted, no doubt—a true Luna. I gave it everything I had, and she still held her own. Didn’t b
Kai"I don’t trust Magnus either," I said, my voice measured, "but we can use him to gather intel on Draco. Only on Draco. None of the other nine. He must not be fully briefed—am I clear?"Darius gave a firm nod, understanding the limits I was setting.I exhaled, my mind already calculating the next step."More importantly, we need to figure out what really happened in that village. I don’t buy Abraham’s version of events. The silence surrounding it is unnatural—too clean. Either it was compulsion, or it was something far worse—a mass poisoning, a calculated slaughter designed to fuel a cause, propaganda at its darkest. We need to investigate it thoroughly, and if there are any survivors, we need to find them."I knew I was asking a lot. But this wasn’t just a task; it was a necessity."I’ll be joining the investigation myself," I added, glancing between them. "But we have to be inconspicuous. No one should know what we’re doing, not even a whisper of it. I have reason to believe Drac
KaiI studied Austin where he knelt, his face twisted with defiance, but there was something else in his eyes—something unsettling. Delusion.Had he truly convinced himself that his daughter still had a claim here? That this was supposed to be her home? We had already settled this at the summon—the very summon he initiated, lawyered up for, and dragged me through. And yet, here he was, spouting the same nonsense.I already felt violated, cheated—trapped into a contract I never agreed to, manipulated into a marriage I never wanted. But I refused to be bullied. I refused to be forced into submission. To comply would make me weak, and I was anything but weak.I leaned forward slightly, my voice even but sharp as a blade."I thought we finalized that at the summon, Austin. Your daughter should have remained in Rivercreek as their Luna—not here. I don’t need her here, and, frankly, you’ve done such a poor job raising her that I wouldn’t wish her on my people."A muscle ticked in his jaw, a
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AdashaThe sun was already high when the first cars pulled up the drive, tires crunching against the gravel.I stood near the front steps, Michelle balanced on my hip, Ethan clinging to Kai’s hand beside me.The soft hum of laughter and voices rolled in from the yard where balloons bobbed in the breeze and long tables were set with food, drinks, and gifts wrapped in all colors of the rainbow.One by one, they stepped out of the vehicles—and my heart swelled with something I couldn’t quite name. Gratitude, maybe. Or just the deep, overwhelming warmth of seeing people you love all in one place, safe and smiling.Randy was the first to appear, looking more relaxed than I’d ever seen him.Olivia walked beside him, glowing in a flowing dress that barely disguised her growing belly. He had one hand protectively resting on her lower back, the other carrying a stuffed bear nearly the size of Ethan.“Don’t say anything,” Randy said with a mock glare as he saw me smirking.“I wasn’t going to say
AdashaTwo Years LaterThe war with Tamara and Edmond felt like a lifetime ago.Now, the only battles Kai and I fought were over who had diaper duty or who could make the twins laugh harder.Our twins were turning one, and the house buzzed with energy as we prepared for their birthday celebration.We’d been wrapped in a bubble the past year—busy, blessed, and exhausted. Life had shifted. Priorities changed. And in that quiet, we’d drifted from everyone we once fought beside.This party was more than just a celebration for the twins. It was a reunion. A chance to gather everyone who meant something to us. To laugh. To remember. To feel like a family again.So much had changed.Randy had ended up fated to Olivia—Uncle James’ daughter.They were mated now, and from what I heard, completely inseparable.They were expecting their first child, and I couldn’t wait to meet the little one when the time came.Randy had softened, grown into himself, and it showed. I was genuinely happy for him.
Randy“Well, are you just going to stand there?” Her voice snapped me out of the trance.I blinked. She was staring right at me, arms crossed, like I’d kept her waiting too long.“I… I thought you were— I was just—” I stammered, completely unprepared.She laughed. Soft, amused, but laced with something that curled in my gut.“Now that my family’s free, you thought I’d leave?” she asked, eyes locked on mine like she was reading every thought I’d tried to bury.I couldn’t answer. Because yeah… part of me had.She saw it. Smirked. And then, without a word, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room.Before I knew it, I was sitting on the edge of her bed, heart pounding like I’d just run ten miles.She stood in front of me, the wickedest smile tugging at her lips. Then she slid the sheer robe from her shoulders and let it fall.I forgot how to breathe.The lingerie underneath was designed to kill. Lace. Skin. Confidence. Everything about her said mine, and she wasn’t asking for permissio
RandyI didn’t stick around in Bridewood after the council hearing. There was no point. My business wasn’t here—it was back home.And after everything we’d seen, everything we’d nearly lost, I wasn’t about to waste another second.The universe had given us a rare gift: survival. A second chance. That kind of mercy doesn’t come often, and it sure as hell doesn’t come twice.I had someone waiting for me. A sharp-tongued, stubborn woman who challenged me at every turn and still somehow made my world make sense. Olivia.She’d crashed into my life like a storm, and I’d spent too long pretending I didn’t want to get caught in it.No more second-guessing. No more keeping her at arm’s length because I thought it was the “right” thing to do.I was done holding back.Adasha was smiling again.That look in her eyes—that light—I hadn’t seen it in years. And if she could forgive me, then maybe it was time I started forgiving myself too.So we packed up. Jacob, Thompson, and I hit the road back to
Kai"So what are you trying to suggest, Alpha Bouras, Alpha Olsen?" William asked.Draco didn’t blink. “I say we abolish the law against the Moonchilds—and give them a seat among the Twelve. It’s rightfully theirs.”The room froze. Then exploded.Voices rose like a storm, clashing over one another. Some shouted in disbelief, others in anger. No one talked about making the Twelve into Thirteen. That was the part that made them really uncomfortable.Draco stood steady, calm in the storm.He didn't care.And neither did Randy.“I strongly support Alpha Bouras,” Randy said, rising to his feet. “When Edmond crossed the line, it wasn’t the Twelve that stopped him. It was a Moonchild. When everyone else fell, she stood. It’s time we stop punishing a bloodline and start honouring it. This is what justice looks like.”The murmuring dropped, volume shifting as some heads nodded reluctantly.I stood next.And I didn’t sugarcoat it.“I agree,” I said. “I don’t care what anyone in this room thinks
KaiIt explained everything.Adasha’s blood would have completed the serum. Stabilised Edmond’s mutation. Kept his eyes from bleeding, his mind from fracturing, his body from falling apart.Without it, he looked like something from a nightmare—a shell of a man, straining to contain power not meant for him.But what I still didn’t understand was why. Why go this far?Why betray the very council he sat on? His family had power. He had influence.So why?And still, Edmond refused to speak. Sat silent in his silver cage, eyes dull with defeat. Or delusion.Tamara wasn’t much better—except she wouldn’t stop crying.But not for her victims.Not for her daughter.Not even for the madness she helped unleash.No.She kept looking at Austin, pleading, weeping like the betrayal hadn’t even happened.“I never cheated on you, Austin,” she said, loud enough for the entire hall to hear. “I just… I wanted more for us. For our daughter. The Redwolfs were going to cheat our family. I couldn’t stand by
Kai"You have a big heart, Malachi," Abraham said, his voice low but warm.It pulled me back from watching Adasha and Austin—the quiet reconciliation unfolding in a single conversation.I gave him a faint smile. “A foolish one, too.”He shook his head. “No. You acted based on what you had. I must say, you three are wise. I had no proof—only suspicion. And yet you gave me the benefit of the doubt.”He looked around the council hall, his expression sobering.“It’s all in the past now,” he added. “And know this—I bear no grudge.”I nodded, and for once, I felt the weight ease a little.That’s when the room shifted.The side doors opened, and Gregory walked in, flanking a man I didn’t need to be introduced to.Tall, weathered, lean from hardship but still standing with dignity.The resemblance to Gregory was uncanny. But it was the eyes that told me who he truly was.James Moonchild.Adasha’s uncle.Michelle’s brother.One of the most hunted, most whispered-about survivors in our entire w
KaiWe talked over the final details of our trip to the council, and that’s when I learned Austin had insisted on joining us—even though he hadn’t fully recovered.But I understood.He needed to be there.Not just as a witness, but as a man with something to put right. His presence was required, and maybe… so was his redemption.As for Laura—she was out of danger, physically—but her path was clearer than ever.She would be returning to Rivercreek.Did Tamara ever tell her the real plan? Or was she just another pawn? Another disposable piece to be sacrificed for her mother’s social climb?I couldn’t say.And maybe it didn’t matter.I didn’t feel sorry for her.I hoped she’d be better. That she’d choose better. But deep down, I knew I’d dodged a bullet.If fate hadn’t intervened—if Adasha hadn’t come into my life—I could’ve ended up just like Austin. Bound to someone who wore the name but none of the heart.There was no way Laura didn’t carry some of Tamara’s venom. It was in the way sh