KaiSensing the tension in the air, Austin made his move."To Alpha Ingrid," he announced smoothly, raising his glass of champagne.I fought the urge to scoff at his pretentious display of celebration. The act was so transparent it was almost laughable.Tamara hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line. But she wasn’t a fool—she knew her husband always had something up his sleeve.And so, after a brief pause, she followed his lead, raising her glass with a forced smile.Laura did the same, her movements stiff and reluctant.I, however, did not.I refused to lift my glass, refused to partake in whatever game Austin was playing. As far as I was concerned, I had nobusiness with them. And I intended to keep it that way.Then Abraham cleared his throat.The murmurs in the hall quieted.It was time.I braced myself, my fingers tightening around the stem of my glass as I prepared for whatever was coming.From across the room, I caught Edmond’s expression—worried.He didn’t like this. No o
Kai Abraham did not respond. His silence spoke volumes. Randy leaned forward, his tone laced with barely concealed annoyance. "I think the real reason you’re bringing this to the table is because of the power rotation argument," he said, his gaze locking onto Abraham with calculated sharpness. "After all," he continued, "Narva shares borders with all our regions. Are you trying to imply that Draco, Malachi, and I are incompetent?" A muscle in Abraham’s jaw tensed. He wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn like this. He had likely assumed we’d all be too distracted by the Moonchild revelation to connect the dots. Too bad for him. "If that’s the angle you’re trying to push, it’s not going to work," Randy went on, his voice firm. The room was silent, waiting. Watching. "Our great-grandfathers fought for these regions," he continued, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "And that law—that unchanging law—was set in place for a reason. If someone wants to become a Re
KaiWith the meeting finally over, it was time to mingle.The shift in atmosphere was almost immediate—the tension didn’t disappear entirely, but it softened, masked by the hum of conversation and the start of the evening’s entertainment.Music drifted through the air, and some took the opportunity to dance with their mates, engaging in lighthearted socializing.But I wasn’t in the mood for any of it.What did catch my attention, however, was that Abraham had seemingly chosen not to bring up whatever had Edmond so on edge earlier.Had he decided against it?Or was he waiting for the right moment?Maybe he feared confrontation. Maybe he wasn’t ready for the pushback. Maybe… he was playing a different game entirely.Only time would tell.And then—Randy walked up to me.I exhaled slowly, already exhausted by the thought of whatever he wanted. I really didn’t need this right now.But what made me pause wasn’t Randy himself—it was Austin.As Randy approached, I caught sight of Austin acros
KaiAustin was about to create a storm, and he knew it.And I braced myself for the impact."I tried to reach you," he said to Randy, his voice laced with mock disappointment."But you ignored me. Always feeling high and mighty." He chuckled, shaking his head as if I had personally wronged him.Slowly, I pushed myself up from my seat. I wasn’t about to let him control the narrative.I could feel Randy’s attention sharpening now, the weight of his focus settling over me like a vice.Austin smirked, knowing he had everyone's eyes on him."I learned something interesting from Ingrid a few weeks ago," he continued smoothly, his words carrying an edge of calculated malice."She mentioned that this mysterious woman of yours might be a criminal, hiding from people who are looking for her."I felt my aunt stiffen beside me, saw her glare sharpen like a dagger.Austin wasn’t done."You found her in the woods, didn’t you? With your officers. And what was she carrying?" He tilted his head mockin
Kai Randy’s rage exploded, so intense it seemed to shake the very air in the room. "You bastard!" he roared, his fury vibrating through every word. "All this time, you made me believe you would help me—meanwhile, she…" His voice cracked, his breathing ragged, and for the first time, I saw it—tears welling in his eyes. "My wife!" he bellowed, his voice breaking under the weight of his anger. "You were sleeping with my wife!" The room shifted around us, people instinctively stepping back, giving us space. The tension was suffocating, pressing down on everyone like a storm about to break. My aunt looked worried. "Technically," Ingrid interjected, her voice rushed, "she came to Malachi of her own free will. She didn’t say anything about you—he believed she was a widow." I immediately shut her down with a look. Because we both knew the truth. I had always known Adasha wasn’t a widow. And I had still chosen her. Randy turned back to me, his voice trembling with rage. "Give her
KaiThe shift tore through me like a storm, raw and untamed. A surge of power, wild and ancient, crackled through my bones as I surrendered to the beast within.My breath hitched, my pulse a war drum in my ears.Then—Orion emerged.The transformation wasn’t gentle.It never was. My skin split, fur erupted, and my limbs stretched into something monstrous, something more.My mind blurred at the edges, thoughts dissolving into pure, instinctual hunger. Orion wasn’t just part of me—he was me.And he wanted blood.Randy’s wolf was already in motion, a hulking nightmare of dark, matted fur and eyes burning like molten fire.His growl thundered through the banquet hall, rattling the crystal chandeliers, shaking the very bones of the building itself.The sound carried a promise—violence, destruction, death.I barely had time to brace before he lunged.Orion met him in midair, and when we collided, the world exploded. Tables and chairs shattered around us, debris flying like shrapnel.The impa
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 promise
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
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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