Adasha "Are you that desperate to leave me?" Randy’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of his pain hung heavy in the air. "To not even give me a chance?" I exhaled, my hands clenching at my sides. "You have two choices, Randy." I met his gaze, unwavering. "Either you kill me, or you give me my freedom." His breath hitched, his body going still. "But I will not return to you." The words landed like a final blow, and for a long moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Give it time, Adasha," he murmured. "There is still so much you don’t know. Maybe when you finally do, you’ll see how much I hated the way I treated you… and how deeply I loved you." His voice cracked slightly, but he didn’t look away. "I won’t accept your challenge." That surprised me. "Because if I did, it would mean laying down my life for you." His hands curled into fists, his jaw tightening. "And I won’t touch a hair on your head. Not ever again." I felt something inside me shift—
AdashaMay looked excited, practically glowing with energy, but Gregory—he was stunned.I studied him closely, the features that now seemed so familiar, yet foreign.Was he truly my uncle’s son?If so, did he have siblings? How large was my family?The thought sent a surge of something unexpected through me.For years, I had been alone. No real family, no connections to my own bloodline. But now—now—there was the possibility that I wasn’t as alone as I had thought.That I belonged somewhere.I parted my lips, about to speak—And then Randy returned.I stiffened, my excitement instantly fading.I had thought he had gone to rest.What now?"Excuse us," he said, his voice clipped, his gaze locked onto May and Gregory.I let out a sharp breath, irritation flaring to life."We are done talking, Randy," I said, my patience wearing thin. I wanted to talk to my family.But he ignored me, turning his sharp, commanding gaze to May instead."I know you have Malachi’s protection," he said, his to
Adasha"I was worried your life would be in danger," Randy said, his voice low, careful.I frowned, studying him.He knew something.Or at the very least, he thought he did."Everything I did was to protect you."I let out a slow, measured breath."I let my insecurities fuck it all up," he admitted, voice rough with regret. "But my sole intention was to keep you safe—to keep you protected and hidden. Away from the evil that plagues our world."I didn’t say anything.I watched him.I could see the way he was treading carefully, choosing his words as if they were fragile, breakable things.He was trying to ease into something."I… didn’t buy you from your parents."My breath hitched.He squeezed my hand slightly, as if to ground me."Not the way you think. And not for the reason you think."I stiffened.His thumb brushed over my skin again, but I barely felt it."I paid them to protect you," he continued. "To keep you safe."A cold shiver ran down my spine."They didn’t have good intent
Adasha"If Malachi knows, he—" Randy started, his voice tight with urgency.I sighed."He knows."Randy’s entire body went rigid.Shock flickered across his face. "What?""He knows, Randy." I met his gaze, unwavering. "May was my nanny. She was the one my grandfather entrusted with burying me. But instead of burying a child, she saved me."Randy just stared, his breath catching in his throat."She handed me off to a friend to arrange my adoption, to protect me. She was my mother’s cousin." My voice softened slightly. "She was there the night it all happened. She witnessed it firsthand."His lips parted slightly, his mind reeling."The Redwolfs protected her, or she would have been executed too."Randy slowly bowed his head, his entire demeanor shifting.I could see it—the way he was processing, the way the weight of this revelation crushed into him like a landslide.After a long silence, he spoke again, his voice hoarse."My aunt told me… it was a massacre that night." His fists clench
Adasha"I was a fool, Adasha."Randy’s voice was thick with grief, his tears flowing freely now."You were mine. You loved me." His breath hitched, his body trembling. "But I was too paranoid, too blind to see that I was killing everything we had."I watched as the weight of his own mistakes crushed him, as the realization of everything he had lost finally broke him."We could have been happy," he whispered, his voice raw. "If only I had learned to be more vulnerable with you. If I had trusted you. Given you the benefit of the doubt. If I had just believed you when you said things weren’t what they seemed."A humorless chuckle slipped from his lips, but it was bitter, hollow."A little love, a little tenderness, a little freedom—it would have gone a long way."He looked down at his hands, almost as if seeing them for the first time."My father was gentle," he admitted. "And I took his kindness for weakness. I saw my mother take advantage of his love, saw how she twisted it, and I told
KaiI didn’t realize just how exhausted I was until the weight of sleep finally lifted, leaving me adrift in the hazy quiet of late afternoon.Sunlight bled through the curtains in soft golden slants, stretching long shadows across the floor. The clock read three.Adasha was gone.A strange stillness settled in the room, an emptiness that gnawed at the edges of my mind. I sat up slowly, the remnants of sleep clinging to me, but my body felt lighter—better—than when I first arrived.Still, an unease coiled in my chest, winding tighter with every second she remained absent.I could reach out. Link her. Find her.But I didn’t.I wasn’t that person. Wouldn’t be that person.As much as I wanted to fight for her—to stand between her and whatever twisted hold Randy still had—I wouldn’t force her hand.Whatever she decided after seeing him, after hearing him out, I would honor it. Even if it burned.The thought lodged itself deep, a sharp, unwelcome thorn.Had she gone to him? Had she forgive
Kai"Where is everyone?" I asked, my voice sharp as I reached out to Darius through the link."In the office lounge, Alpha. We’re all waiting for you," he replied without hesitation.I nodded to myself, picking up my pace. Good. We had wasted enough time already."What about the injured officers?""Jacob recovered quickly, and Gabriel is stable. The others are fine as well."Relief settled, if only for a moment. At least we weren’t down any more men. We needed every bit of strength we could get."And my aunt?""She’s awake. I sent two officers to escort her home. She needs protection with everything happening with the Westwoods."Smart move. But one detail gnawed at me."Why not Magnus?"A brief pause."Because he’s sparring with Adasha in the gym. She requested him," Darius admitted.Everything inside me froze.Heat flared in my chest, molten and dangerous, but I forced myself to stay level. Darius wasn’t to blame. He had no right to refuse her. That was my job.Still—I didn’t trust
Kai"They shut it down to trap and weaken the attackers," Edmond said, his voice edged with barely contained fury. "Claimed they planned to go back in the morning, once the silver had done its job, and finish them off."I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into fists."And everyone else?" I asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t satisfy me."He insisted they were sure everyone got out. Said none of you were reachable, but he was positive the three of you were safe, too."Lies. Calculated lies.Nothing in that statement directly implicated Abraham, but it was too convenient. Too clean. Too planned. Our phones were damaged, and signals were jammed. We were unreachable. He had every excuse lined up, like he’d rehearsed this explanation long before Edmond ever asked.I exhaled sharply, my temper simmering just below the surface."I told him we should gather warriors and reopen the summit," Edmond continued, his words gaining speed as frustration bled into them. "We needed to verify—t
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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