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
Kai"We have set it all in motion," Darius said cryptically, his tone carrying the weight of the task I had entrusted to them.I gave a slow nod, my mind already moving past the confirmation and onto something more pressing.My gaze shifted to Magnus."Where does your loyalty lie?" I asked, my voice steady but edged with an unspoken warning.Magnus frowned, clearly caught off guard by the question.A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he straightened, standing astride like the soldier he was trained to be."With you, Alpha," he replied, his voice firm, unwavering.I chuckled, but there was no humor in it—just the hollow sound of disbelief."Is that so?" I tilted my head slightly. "Because it didn’t seem that way when I ordered Laura to be locked up, yet you left your superiors to handle the task."I took a measured step toward him, my eyes narrowing."Not only that, Magnus—you went as far as sympathizing with her right in front of me.That makes me wonder… If it ev
Kai"I never gave away classified information. I swear on my wolf, Alpha," Magnus insisted, his voice unwavering, his desperation palpable."I have been loyal. I am not an informant or a traitor. You can have me investigated if you must."I studied him carefully, listening not just to his words but to the sincerity in his voice.He believed what he was saying. He wanted to believe it. And yet… my aunt wasn’t lying either."So telling Ingrid how we found Adasha in the woods and locked her up—that wasn’t classified information?" I asked, my voice sharp as a blade.Magnus froze, his expression shifting from defensiveness to raw shock. He hadn't expected that."Did I authorise you to share that with anyone?" I continued, stepping closer, my presence looming."Did it not occur to you that if she wanted to know, she should have come to me? Instead, you volunteered that information. You handed it to her on a silver platter."Silence. He couldn’t deny it."By doing that, you placed her above
KaiWe finally arrived in Bridewood County, the tension in my chest tightening as we approached the venue.But the moment I stepped out, I realized Abraham had turned this into a spectacle.A grand one.Red carpets stretched out, cameras flashed, and alphas paraded in with their Lunas or—well, their mistresses.It was hard to tell the difference sometimes. The whole scene had the air of a gala rather than a serious gathering.I was one of the few who arrived with just my officers. And Randy, of course—he came with his Beta and Gamma, no one else.A stark contrast to Draco, who had brought his sister along with his officers.It felt like we were walking into a lavish party instead of a summit meant for governance and strategy.Sure, there would be wine, food, and dancing—but there would also be speeches, debates, and decisions that could shape the future of our kind.Somehow, the importance of that seemed lost on most.Not that I blamed them.The summit was one of the rare events where
Kai Draco walked away, leaving me with Gabriel, who remained silently at my side like the ever-present shadow he was. Then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Edmond Bruce—Vice Chairman of the council and an old friend—making his way toward me. "Alpha Malachi, good to see you," he greeted warmly, extending his hand. I clasped it firmly, nodding. Edmond’s presence here wasn’t surprising, though he wasn’t part of the Nine. His family didn’t hold that kind of power, but his influence was undeniable. "Were you thinking I wouldn’t come?" I asked, arching a brow. He chuckled. "You don’t always show up for these things. And when you do, you tend to break in and out as you please." I smirked, because he wasn’t wrong. As we spoke, his gaze flickered nervously to Gabriel, as if unsure whether he should be privy to our conversation. The sight nearly made me laugh. Gabriel and Darius had that effect on people—silent, observant, and always carrying an air of restrained dan
KaiI forced myself to remain composed, watching as my aunt strode into the venue, her head held high, exuding confidence. Pride laced her every step, her broad smile sweeping across the room as if she owned it.Then her gaze met mine.But there was no time for questions—no time for confrontations. The ushers were already directing us to our seats, forcing me to momentarily push my frustration aside.And then I saw it.Not only had my section been arranged to include the Westwoods, but Ingrid was seated with us as well.Abraham had invited her as an Alpha.I clenched my jaw, irritation simmering beneath my skin. This was more than just coincidence—this was intentional."Ingrid," Austin greeted smoothly, a smile curling on his lips as he stood to pull out her chair for her.She returned the gesture with an easy smile, sliding into her seat like she belonged there.Tamara, however, wasn’t nearly as pleased. Though she masked it well, I saw the tension in her shoulders, the subtle tightn
KaiIngrid was simmering. I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her hands curled into fists at her sides. But more than that, I could see something else—something deeper.She was hurt.And she had more to say."I stood by the three of you through everything," she said, her voice sharp with emotion. "I was always looking out for Laura, always prioritizing her best interests. And in doing so, I made an enemy of my own nephew."Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through, her eyes burning with frustration."He is my only family, and because of you, we weren’t even on speaking terms." She gestured toward me briefly."He doesn’t trust me anymore. Do you have any idea what that’s like?"Tamara and Austin remained silent, their expressions unreadable, but I could feel the weight of Ingrid’s words pressing down on them."I sat in your corner during the last summon like the perfect picture of a treacherous bitch," she spat, her voice shaking with fury. "Do you think I
KaiI pinned the bastard beneath me, my grip bruising, my rage boiling over.Twice.Twice in a single night, I had come inches from death. My body ached, my wounds burned, but none of it compared to the fury coursing through my veins.The man beneath me struggled, his naked form trembling with raw anger. His eyes—wild, unrelenting—held nothing but pure hatred.But something about him made me pause.There was a look, a presence—peculiar, unmistakable.Moonchild.I hesitated for just a second, and Draco’s growl snapped me back."Speak!" he barked, his voice sharp as steel.The man didn’t flinch. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, but he held my gaze with defiance.I bared my teeth, forcing my knee harder into his ribs."Why are you trying to kill us?" My voice came out rough, guttural, edged with the violence still pumping through me. "Twice tonight—you and your wolves attacked us!"A flicker of confusion crossed his face."We didn’t attack you."I stilled."We followed you from
KaiI didn’t need to be told—we were under attack.A thick gas flooded the cabin, burning my throat the second I inhaled it. My vision blurred, and a sharp, searing pain split through my skull. My nose was bleeding—I could taste the metallic tang in my mouth.Poison.We had no choice but to run.The moment we burst out of the cabin, the cold air hit my skin, but it did nothing to clear my head. My body felt sluggish, my limbs heavier than they should be. Had they traced us from the banquet hall? Had they known we’d come here? I had no answers.But right now, answers didn’t matter.Survival did."Poison gas," Randy muttered, his own breaths ragged.I nodded grimly, already assessing the battlefield.We were surrounded.Vicious, predatory wolves encircled us, their growls vibrating through the ground beneath our feet. Yellow eyes glowed in the dark, muscles coiled, ready to strike.I quickly counted our numbers.Me. Randy. Draco. Draco’s Gamma and Beta. Randy’s Beta and Gamma. Darius. G
KaiWe finally arrived at the cabin in Cleverbridge, and Lucian wasted no time. He had to take my aunt for medical assistance, leaving the rest of us behind.As I stepped inside, a familiar scent of aged wood and earth greeted me.The place was exactly as I had left it—furniture covered with waterproofing to keep the dust at bay, the faint smell of cedar still clinging to the air.It had been a while since I’d last been here, and the nostalgia hit me unexpectedly."I have clothes that will fit us," I said, already heading toward my room.The others shuffled inside, their exhaustion palpable."Make yourselves comfortable," I added over my shoulder. "The cabin is off-grid, but Darius knows his way around. There should be some canned food in the kitchen we can heat up."I disappeared into the room, pulling open old drawers, grateful that I had stashed extra clothes here in case of emergencies.This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but at least we wouldn’t have to suffer in the ill-fitt
Kai"I heard what Michelle Westwood did," Draco said, his voice edged with something between warning and certainty."And trust me, you do not want to experience that. I believe we’re safer without them."I exhaled through my nose, the weight of his words pressing against my own convictions."But murdering people simply because they’re Moonchild descendants is wrong," Randy interjected, his voice surprisingly measured. "As long as they don’t have compulsion abilities—""I doubt the Moonchild descendants pose any real threat," I cut in before he could finish.The van was silent, the road stretching endlessly ahead as I continued."Michelle Westwood was served Nightshade tea. She was happy being Kevin’s mate. She wasn’t trying to reclaim her grandfather’s kingdom, wasn’t looking to start a war."I ran a hand down my face, feeling the exhaustion clawing at me."Most of the Twelve family members who attended that day were ready for a fight. Someone knew her identity. Someone planned on exp
KaiLucian arrived an hour later.By then, my aunt was doing better—her breathing stronger, her color returning—but she still wasn’t lucid.Her body was healing, but her mind was somewhere else, caught between recovery and the lingering effects of the silver.We stood there, bare-skinned in the middle of the forest, the chill biting at our skin. But none of us cared.The weight of what had happened, of how close we had come to death, was heavier than the cold.How did the council expect us to react?Did they truly believe we would just accept this? That we would swallow their lies and pretend this wasn’t an orchestrated execution attempt?What excuse would they give?What bullshit would they spin to justify turning the banquet hall into a silver-cage death trap?Draco stood off to the side, his body rigid, his fists clenched. His silence was louder than any words.He was seething. Out for blood. And I couldn’t blame him.If we had stayed in that hall any longer—if we had hesitated, if
Kai"This hall was built by our great-grandfathers after the fall of King Lycus Moonchild," Randy said, his voice laced with exhaustion."It was meant to be a symbol of hope and peace."I glanced at him, noting the strain in his posture, the subtle tremor in his hands. He was feeling it too—the slow, creeping weakness as the silver took its toll.We were running out of time."And how exactly is that relevant to our situation?" I asked, my patience thinning.Randy exhaled, his gaze sweeping across the room."Because the times back then weren’t as peaceful as they are now. Our great-grandfathers would have built this place with caution. With escape routes. They had to have been prepared for betrayal, for war."I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. "We’ve checked everywhere, Randy. There aren’t any hidden doors. No levers. No secret passages."He nodded, his jaw tight. "Then we check the floor."I frowned, but he wasn’t wrong.All this time, we had been searching the walls, the windows,
Kai"You better give her back once we’re out of here."Randy’s voice was firm, but there was something else laced beneath it—desperation. Even now, trapped, he was still clinging to the matter of Adasha.I narrowed my eyes. "You mean if we get out of here."The walls, the windows, the doors—every exit was reinforced. We weren’t walking out of here anytime soon. We had to wait, bide our time until the silver was retracted. And even then, we’d have to fight our way out.Randy’s Beta stepped forward, his tone grim. "The only way out is when they come for us. We need a plan. We have to be ready when they attack."Randy barely acknowledged him. His attention was still on me."You can’t keep her."His voice was raw, something breaking beneath the anger."She isn’t safe with you. Fated or not, you can’t keep her."There was something in his eyes—something more. He wasn’t just spewing possessive bullshit. He knew something.My instincts flared."Just give her back, Malachi." His voice tremble
Kai"You should have run for safety."The words felt hollow, empty—because I knew she couldn't hear me.My aunt lay still, her face pale, her breathing shallow.The wound on her shoulder was ugly, deep, and I knew the silver still lingered, making her healing sluggish.She had thrown herself in harm’s way for me, taken the bite meant for my flesh. And now, she was paying the price.I tore a strip of fabric from her ruined clothes, hands steady despite the fury simmering in my veins, and bound the wound as tightly as I could.It wouldn’t fix everything, but it would stop the bleeding long enough for her wolf to catch up."Trap?"Gabriel’s voice pulled me back to the present. I lifted my gaze to meet his and nodded as I stood, my muscles aching from the shift."It’s odd, isn’t it?" I said, scanning the ruined hall."The attackers aren’t trapped in here with us. They got in, did their damage, and disappeared. Everyone else is gone. Which means—""We were the target."Realization settled
KaiA woman’s scream cut through the air, raw and panicked.Then—chaos.Wolves shifted in frantic, desperate bursts of fur and bone, scrambling to escape. Chairs overturned, boots pounded against marble, voices shouted in confusion. The banquet hall, once a place of power and control, had descended into madness.And then—I saw her.Aunt Ingrid.She turned, her stance fierce, her eyes locking onto one of the intruders. She was ready to fight, to protect—me.But she never saw the other one.A blur of motion. A wolf lunging from the side.Fangs sank into her shoulder.She screamed—a sound that ripped through the air, through my bones, through Orion’s very soul. A deep, gut-wrenching cry of pain and shock.That bite was meant for me.Rage exploded through Orion, white-hot and blinding.I twisted, scanning the battlefield, my vision tunneling. Draco. Where was he?Then I saw him. Already on his feet, his wolf prowling, muscles coiled, ready to strike. His golden eyes burned with the promis