Adasha"Beautiful, isn’t it?"Kai’s voice was soft and warm, a gentle caress against my ear as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips brushed my neck—a tender, lingering kiss—and I felt the coolness of his freshly showered skin against my back.The faint scent of his soap—crisp, clean, and unmistakably him—wrapped around me, and I shivered slightly as his damp hair tickled my skin."It is," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.But as much as I adored the night sky and his closeness, another craving was beginning to win the battle for my attention.I glanced toward the small table, my stomach growling softly at the sight of the steaming dishes."But…" I teased, tilting my head with a playful grin, "I’m famished, and I can’t hold on any longer."A chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and rich, and the sound of our shared laughter melted into the night."Alright, let’s eat," he said with a smirk, releasing me only to take my hand and lead me to the couch.We settled int
Adasha"Randy isn’t the issue."Kai’s voice was steady, but something in his tone made my chest tighten."What I need to discuss with you is about your parents."The word alone—parents—hit me like a blow to the gut.For a moment, my world tilted, and I felt the sharp, familiar sting of an old, jagged wound.My parents.The ones who had sold me.Who had thrown me to the wolves—to Randy—like I was nothing more than a bargaining chip.Those bastards.I felt the bitterness rise in my throat, hot and unforgiving.The memory of their betrayal—the abandonment, the greed, the cold indifference—it still burned.My voice came out sharp, my chest heaving with a rage I couldn’t suppress."Don’t."I met his eyes, the heat in mine unmistakable."Don’t bring up those treacherous, greedy bastards."My heart pounded, my nails digging into my palm."Don’t waste your breath on them, Kai. Don’t you dare feel sorry for them."I couldn’t believe he was even entertaining the thought—that they deserved anyth
Adasha"Maybe she didn’t want to be embarrassed," I offered, my voice tight with confusion."I did warn her once that if she ever tried to slap me again, she’d regret it."I shrugged, trying to make sense of Ingrid’s bizarre behavior."Maybe that’s why. I don’t know. But..." I paused, the unease lingering in my chest."Her behavior was… off."Kai exhaled slowly. The kind of sigh that carried realization—like he had just connected a puzzle piece and didn’t like the picture it formed.His eyes darkened slightly, and I felt it—that shift.He knew something.My pulse quickened."What did she say I did to her, Kai?"I searched his face, the urgency rising in my voice."I swear, I did nothing. I—""Shhh."He silenced me gently, his finger brushing across my lips.The touch was warm, soft—intimate.Any other time, in any other conversation, I would have found it—hot.But right now?Right now, it only made my stomach coil tighter because—why did I need to be shushed?His eyes stayed on mine,
Adasha"Austin Westwood?"My voice trembled, cracking under the weight of disbelief."Laura’s father… my uncle?"My stomach twisted violently, and the room felt like it was closing in."That can't be."The words barely made it past my lips—thin, fragile, and desperate.My heart pounded, each beat a jagged shard of confusion and horror."How could I—" My voice broke, the thought too vile to finish."How could I be related to Laura? To them?"My breath quickened, sharp and shallow, panic building like a wildfire inside my chest.There had to be a mistake.There had to be.Nothing about this made sense—no part of it fit the shattered puzzle of my life.I felt the sting of tears, hot and relentless, burning down my cheeks."And what was so terrible about the Westwoods…" My voice trembled, thick with anguish, "that I had to be hidden from them?"My hands balled into fists, shaking at my sides."Why put me up for adoption?" My voice cracked, raw and pleading."Why let me suffer—alone—like t
AdashaKai rose swiftly, his strong arms wrapping around me, steadying my trembling frame. His warmth pressed against my chaos, his heartbeat a dull, grounding thrum."Your father loved your mother dearly," he began, his voice low but thick with the gravity of what he was about to say.My breath hitched, and I clung to his shirt, feeling the tension in his body—as if he carried this story like a wound."But someone…" His voice sharpened, laced with anger that felt ancient, "someone knew who she was. And they set her up."My chest seized, and the room began to blur through the tears pooling in my eyes."The day the Eleven Families visited to greet you—on the day of your birth."I froze, every word carving deeper into me."She had a fever."His voice dropped, a tremor running beneath it."And someone was wicked enough to serve her nightshade tea."I sucked in a sharp breath—Nightshade.The word burned through me, cold and venomous."The poison made her wolf lose control."A shudder ran
AdashaRealizing the gravity of Kai's words, I lifted my tear-streaked face to meet his eyes."Was that what kept you out all night… the other night?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, raw and fragile.His gaze softened with something that felt like both sorrow and resolution.Without a word, he pulled me into his chest, his thumb brushing the tears from my cheek with aching tenderness."I’ve made peace with it," he murmured, his voice low and steady.But I shook my head, my heart pounding with something colder—dread."No."My voice cracked under the weight of what was suddenly too real—too possible.I pulled back, my eyes burning into his."I can’t—" My breath hitched, breaking into a sob. "I can’t let them kill you because of me, Kai."My voice trembled, thick with fear that tasted like acid."I won’t."But before my panic could swallow me whole, his lips found the curve of my neck—soft, warm, grounding.The whisper of his breath, the heat of his mouth—it was a balm against my unr
Adasha "Please…" Kai’s voice was low, roughened by an emotion he rarely let me see—vulnerability. "Don’t run from me." His hands tightened around mine, his warmth bleeding into my skin as if he could bind me to him through touch alone. "Not in some desperate attempt to protect me." His thumb brushed against my knuckles, slow and pleading. "Because if you do…" His voice broke, his breath shallow—"I will search for you, Adasha." His eyes burned into mine, fierce and unyielding. "I will find you." The rawness in his voice—the desperation—hit me square in the chest. "We are in this together. And there’s no getting away from that. No getting away from us." His forehead dipped, his lips brushing my hair. "So, please—" His voice softened to a whisper, the ache in it unmistakable—"let me carry this burden with you." His sigh—long, heavy, and full of a weariness he was trying to hide—brushed warm against my skin. "I wanted to wait until after the summit to tell you." His fingers
KaiTelling Adasha about her family was one of the hardest things I had ever done. The weight of it pressed against my chest, a quiet but insistent dread whispering that she might run.The fear was a shadow in my mind, relentless and unshakable. But I had to trust her—I had to believe in the promise she gave me.Locking her away with guards while I left for the summit would make me no better than Randy, and that thought alone made my stomach twist.She deserved more than that. She deserved freedom. I could only hope she would choose to stay.The day of my departure arrived too soon. As I adjusted the sleeves of my shirt, preparing to leave, I felt Adasha’s arms wrap around me from behind, her warmth pressing against my back.The morning had been passionate, filled with lingering touches and whispered words neither of us wanted to end.Breakfast had been good, but even as we sat together, I could sense the unspoken between us—the quiet ache of impending separation.She was already missi
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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