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 expo
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
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
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
KaiMagnus arrived at the cabin a few hours after the call.By then, we had learned the name of the Moonchild in our midst—Gregory Moonchild.I didn’t press him for more.Not yet.But I suspected. The name, the way he carried himself—it was too much of a coincidence. He had to be closely related to James. But that was a conversation for Eldenberge, not here, not now.Gabriel and the others were recovering, their wounds healing at a steady pace. That was the only relief I allowed myself.The rest of the night had been a warzone, and now, our only prayer was that we wouldn’t run into more surprises on the way home.The van was quiet, save for the low hum of the engine as Magnus navigated the dark roads. The tension inside, however, was palpable.I glanced to my right.Randy sat stiffly, his hands gripping his knees, his jaw tight. I didn’t need to ask what was on his mind—I could see it.He was rehearsing, replaying everything he would say to Adasha in his head, grasping for the right w
AdashaWhen Magnus told me what had happened to Kai at the summit, my heart nearly stopped.The moment he showed up at my door, urgency rolling off him in waves, I knew something was wrong."I need to go get Kai and the others," he had said. "They were attacked. They’re stranded."I had never felt fear quite like I did in that moment.My mind spiraled with worst-case scenarios.Had Randy finally found out?Had he turned on Kai?Had he hurt him?The idea lodged itself in my throat like a blade. Randy was relentless. He would do anything—anything—to force me back to him.To control me. If he knew where I was, if he had found out about Kai, there was no doubt in my mind he would lash out.And if I went back to him?I wouldn’t survive the week.Randy never let go of what he believed belonged to him. Never forgave. Never forgot. He was a man driven by emotions, by rage, by the need to possess.He had nearly broken me before, and if he ever got his hands on me again, I knew—without question
Adasha "The second attack wasn’t random, Adasha." Kai’s voice was steady, but I could hear the exhaustion beneath it—the weight of everything he had endured in just one night. "It was orchestrated by a Moonchild." I stilled. "Your relative." My breath caught in my throat, a cold chill running down my spine. "Someone fed him false information—told him that we had your mother’s brother, James, in custody." He exhaled sharply. "Which isn’t true. But that lie was enough to set everything in motion." I didn’t move, didn’t even blink, as the pieces began to fall into place. "I’m beginning to fear the council and some of the ruling families are deeper in this than we ever imagined," he continued. "They leaked that false intel, made it look like we had captured James Moonchild and were planning to execute him. Gregory—your relative—gathered his warriors and trailed us, believing he was fighting to save his own blood." His jaw clenched, a flicker of frustration flashing across his f
AdashaI freshened up, taking my time.Not because I was stalling—at least, that’s what I told myself—but because I needed to breathe. To prepare.Kai had decided to take a nap afterward, exhaustion finally catching up to him. I envied his ability to rest, even for a moment, when my mind was spinning with everything that had led to this point.By the time I finished breakfast, I was told Randy was waiting for me in the guest lounge.It was now or never.I knew this conversation would be brutal. I knew things would be said that neither of us could take back.And I knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that Kai was a little worried I might be swayed.But I wasn’t a fool.I wasn’t going to walk away from a stable, fated bond—one that gave me strength and security—for a relationship that had been built on fear, pain, and uncertainty.And now, knowing what I did about myself—what I was—I had a feeling Randy wouldn’t be able to handle the truth.Not really.He wasn’t the type to accept anything
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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