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Randy I had never felt such consuming rage as I did this past week. The searing pain on my mark was relentless, a fiery torment that flared at the worst moments. I’d be in the middle of a meeting, and suddenly the burn would sear through me, hot and unforgiving. Why would Adasha do this to me? I had never subjected her to this kind of betrayal, never imagined she was capable of such cruelty. Was this why she left? To be with her lover? Was Jason lying about their conversation to mislead me? Confusion and hurt churned inside me, a storm I couldn’t escape. I caught my reflection in the mirror. My face looked haggard, my eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Rest felt impossible, not with the pain of Adasha’s infidelity gnawing at me, night after night. Damn her. Anger surged, and before I could stop myself, my fist crashed into the mirror. Glass shattered, fragments falling around me like a reflection of my broken life. "Why, Adasha? Why would you do this to me? Was my love not en
RandyPamela’s red, swollen eyes brimmed with fear, and Jacob instinctively stepped in front of her, his stance protective but wary.“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice low and venomous, each word laced with seething rage.“Randy, calm down. No one knows where she is,” Jacob said, his tone placating. He was trying to de-escalate the situation, but his words only fanned the flames of my fury.“You think I’m sick? You think I need help? Is that what you believe about me—your Alpha?” I stepped closer, glaring at Pamela. “Where did you send my wife, Pamela?”“Alpha, please, calm down,” Jacob interjected, his voice firm but trembling at the edges. “I promise I’ll help you find her. Just… spare Pamela. It wasn’t within her control.”His words only deepened my sense of betrayal. “My own Beta conspired against me!” I snarled, fists clenching tighter.“Don’t say that!” Jacob began, his voice pleading, but I cut him off, unwilling to hear his excuses.“I shouldn’t say that?” I hissed, my tone
RandyI sighed deeply, the weight of the moment pressing down on me like a boulder. Jacob’s defiance was unwavering, but I couldn’t let his perception of me go unchallenged.I needed to defend myself, to make him understand the reality he didn’t see.“People are after her, Jacob,” I confessed, my voice low but intense. “That’s why I kept her hidden. You don’t know the half of it—or who she really is. Do you think I just wanted to lock her up and keep her from the world? Those bastards who sold her to me… they did it to save their own skin. She isn’t safe out there. How could you do this to me?”Jacob’s expression shifted, a flicker of shock crossing his face. I realised too late I’d said too much. Adasha’s precarious situation wasn’t something he needed to know—it wasn’t his business. But the fear coursing through me, the sheer terror of not knowing where she was, had cracked my composure.I took a steadying breath, forcing myself to refocus. “It doesn’t change what your mate did,” I
RandyI was still trying to figure out how else I could find Adasha when Jacob’s voice came through the mind link."Another way to find her— is to publish her image and offer a handsome reward for her," Jacob’s voice came through the mind link, steady but tinged with hesitation.I could feel the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. He was trying to redeem himself and his wife, to salvage the damage they’d done. But the betrayal still burned.They had let me down, and I didn’t plan on letting that slide."That should be the last resort," I responded curtly. "Like I said, she isn’t safe out there. Her past might catch up with her.""It’s the only way to broaden our search," Jacob shot back, his tone resolute. I growled under my breath, knowing he was right. This course of action would stir more trouble than I cared to handle, but what choice did I have?"Fine," I said reluctantly. "If you think it’ll work and won’t drive her into deeper hiding, then go ahead. But I want this nightm
KaiThe day had been going smoothly, and I didn’t anticipate any disruptions—until my aunt arrived with Austin in tow.The sight of them was enough to sour my mood. I’d finally found peace, a chance to live in the moment, but of course, he had to show up and start making demands.It was infuriating.I’ve always been upfront with people when it mattered, and I’d been honest with Austin, spelling out my intentions. But the lure of power? It was too much for him.He chose ambition over his own daughter’s happiness.Yes, I’ll admit it—my father had struck a deal with Austin’s father.That much wasn’t a secret.Austin’s father had always been pragmatic, driven by the goal of avoiding conflict and ensuring the South had strong leadership. And truth be told, I understood why Austin’s father made the choices he did.He didn’t trust Austin to lead the South properly, and with the death of Austin’s brother, there weren’t many options left.The man had to look elsewhere to secure his people and
KaiIndeed, Aunt Ingrid had contested the position with me, citing every possible reason why she deserved to be next in line. But her arguments had been futile.Succession wasn’t up for debate. It was a lineage thing, and as long as my father had an alpha-bred heir, she was automatically out of the running.It didn’t stop her bitterness, though.“Could it be possible she’s doing all this to prove my incompetence?” I asked aloud, the thought cutting through my frustration.“If she can convince the South that I’m not a man of my word, that I can’t handle my responsibilities, it’d be easy for her to get them to throw their support behind her. She’d frame herself as the stabilising force they need.”Darius and Gabe exchanged a look but said nothing. Their silence wasn’t from disbelief—it was from the uncomfortable truth that they were thinking the same thing.Finally, Darius spoke, his voice calm but measured. “All I can say is that you should still try to reach out to Laura. Even if it f
KaiTurning on my heel, I left her standing there, unwilling to waste any more energy on the confrontation.I made my way to Adasha’s room, eager for some reprieve. When I reached her door, I knocked, but there was no answer.A flicker of unease settled in my chest. Against my better judgment, I opened the door and stepped inside.The state of the room stopped me in my tracks. It was a mess—chaos everywhere.On the floor, I spotted a canvas.Curious, I bent down to pick it up, and the sight made my breath hitch. It was a painting of me. She’d captured me perfectly, making me look even more handsome than I thought possible.But the fact that it was on the floor? That struck me.Why was it discarded like this? My gaze swept over the disarray, my mind racing.Had Ingrid said something to her? Or worse, had Randy found a way to contact her? The possibilities gnawed at me.“Adasha!” I called, my voice sharper than I intended. From the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water stop, fol
Adasha Kai stood there, a mix of surprise and frustration etched across his face. His silence spoke volumes—he was caught off guard and at a loss for words. Maybe he hadn’t expected me to know, but I wasn’t the type to let things fester anymore. My years of quiet endurance were over. Randy had once kept me silent, but those days were behind me. It was better to confront the truth head-on than live in denial, pretending everything was fine while bracing for the inevitable. I had no interest in self-deception, and Kai needed to understand that I knew. "You misunderstood everything," he said calmly, but I shook my head, refusing to believe it. As he took a step toward me, I instinctively moved back, keeping distance between us. "Adasha," he said, his voice measured, "that conversation was meant to stop Austin from bringing Laura here. I don’t want to settle with her. I never have, and I never will." I met his gaze, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "And me? I know set
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