Kai "I thought about it too," Draco admitted, his voice low, edged with grim understanding. "We aren’t dealing with just one enemy." I met his gaze and nodded. The realization settled over us like a suffocating fog. Two forces were moving against us, two threats operating independently—or worse, in tandem. And we were caught in the middle. "Speaking of the Moonchild bloodline…" Draco hesitated for only a second before continuing. "They’re dangerous." I exhaled sharply, already knowing where this was going. "I know you’re advocating for them for reasons best known to you," he added, his expression unreadable, "but we can’t ignore the fact that they have the power to eliminate us all." I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. "They just want to be left alone," I reminded him. "I’ve already explained what happened with Michelle." Draco shook his head, exhaling in frustration. "Then why attack us?" A humorless chuckle escaped me. "If your family was being hunted the way the innoce
Kai "So how about we find out exactly how Abraham and the Westwoods planned this?" Draco suggested, his tone cool and calculated. "Which families are in league with them, how deep their alliances run—and then, once we have the full picture, we launch a direct attack based on our findings." The room went silent for a beat. It was a bold move. But honestly? It was the only move that made sense. Randy exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Investigations take time," he admitted. "And as good as this sounds, we might not have the luxury of time it would take to execute it properly." Draco chuckled, leaning back with a smirk. "That’s because you don’t have my resources." Randy’s brow furrowed slightly, but Draco wasn’t done. "I have access to ample information," he continued, voice dripping with confidence. "And if I need to dig deeper, I know how to do it. Information is power, gentlemen. And it just so happens to be one of the strongest weapons in my arsenal." He wasn’t boasting
Kai I waited, my patience thinning with each second Randy hesitated. Whatever he was trying to say, it was difficult for him—more difficult to speak than to think. Then— "She told me you know she’s a Moonchild." The words came out in a rush, almost like he was forcing them past his own restraint. I frowned, my mind immediately racing through the implications. Had Adasha told him this as a deterrent? A warning? Or had he known all along? "Did she tell you this?" I asked, my voice careful, measured. He shook his head. "No. I knew before I mated with her." I stiffened. "In fact," he continued, "her adoptive parents tried to sell that information for a profit. They saw her as a commodity, something they could trade for the right price." My fingers curled into fists. The very thought of it—of her being treated like something to be bargained over—sent a slow, simmering rage through my veins. "The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she needed to be protected," Randy admitted, his v
Kai "Please take care of her, Malachi." Randy’s voice was quiet, but the weight of his words settled heavily between us. "She’s had a shitty life," he admitted, his gaze distant. "First with her adoptive parents. Then with me." I could hear the regret thick in his tone, see the resignation in his eyes—the kind that dragged a man down into depths he might never crawl out of. And that? That was something we couldn’t afford. Not now. Not with everything coming. "She still needs you, Randy." His eyes snapped to mine, wary, uncertain. "She’ll need all the support she can get if she’s going to be truly free in our world." He didn’t respond, but I could see the turmoil inside him. The war between stepping back and stepping up. I exhaled, lowering my voice. "She has compulsion abilities." Randy’s body tensed. "But she didn’t commit the crime in Narva," I clarified. "It only surfaced two days ago—after an altercation with my aunt. Before that, she had no control over it. No idea i
Kai "I release her to you, Malachi Redwolf." Randy’s voice was strained, thick with the kind of pain that dug its claws deep and refused to let go. "When I get home, I’ll start the divorce proceedings. It’s the only gift I can give her now." His words felt like a death sentence—to himself. I watched as he sat there, hollowed out, his soul laid bare. A man whose world had been torn from him, whose heart had been ripped apart, leaving only remorse in its place. For a second, I hesitated. But then I remembered. The scars on Adasha’s body. The pain in her voice when she spoke of her past. The fear that had once lived in her eyes. Their marriage had been toxic. A slow, suffocating kind of destruction that would have eventually ended in her death. And that? That would have been far worse than losing her to fate. This… this was the better outcome. For both of them. Orion, who had been prowling beneath my skin, watching, waiting, finally receded—satisfied. "Thank you, Randy," I sa
KaiI couldn’t leave Adasha alone after the cold bath.She trembled in my arms, her body wracked with silent sobs, her breath uneven and broken.The disorientation in her eyes was more than mere shock—it was devastation, a soul left untethered, fraying at the edges.I had known severed bonds could wreak havoc, but this? This was something else entirely.She clung to me as if I were the last solid thing in a world that had shattered beneath her feet.Her pain seeped into me, raw and unrelenting, and for a fleeting moment, I questioned everything.Yes, this was a new chapter.Yes, we had made our choices.But at what cost?Did I want this?To see her unraveling, caught in the throes of a loss so deep it stole the air from her lungs?No.But it was part of the process, and the process didn’t care about the wreckage it left behind.A sharp knock at the door broke through the heavy silence. I exhaled, grounding myself before calling out, “Come in.”May stepped inside, her gaze flicking to
Kai"James is the pillar and hope of our family, Alpha." May’s voice cracked, her tears falling freely now.I clenched my jaw, watching her as she knelt before me, desperation carved into every trembling breath."Please, Alpha." She swallowed hard, her gaze pleading. "Gregory wants to speak to you about his father. He promised to tell you everything in exchange for help. We might not mean much to you, and I know this is too much to ask, but please…"She hesitated.A flicker of fear passed over her face, and then she pushed forward, voice barely above a whisper."If not for our sake, then for Adasha’s."Silence settled between us, heavy, suffocating.She knew she was crossing a line by using Adasha’s name. And yet, she wasn’t wrong.James had been taken, and if they were willing to go after him, then it was only a matter of time before they came for her.My mate.The very reason he had been captured in the first place could just as easily become the reason they hunted her down.I exhal
Kai"We live on the east side—Ravenhurst, just by the small Narva village," Gregory began.I remained still, my expression unreadable, though his words struck something deep within me.Ravenhurst. Near Narva.That alone was reason enough to press him with questions, but I held back.Let him speak.Let me hear the full truth before I decided what to do with it."We used to live in Narva," he continued, his voice steady, but there was a weight to it—an old wound that had never truly healed."But after my mother was killed, we moved to Ravenhurst. It wasn’t safe for us anymore."His hands curled into fists, knuckles whitening.Even now, after all these years, the rage still lived inside him, simmering beneath the surface."She died in an attack eleven years ago. The Council was hunting Moonchilds, and because her wolf was white—greyish white—someone spotted her in the woods."His breath hitched, and for the first time, his composure cracked."They followed her home." His voice was lower
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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