Adasha "I said those things to them because I found you, Adasha. Marked or not, I have found my mate, and she is you," Kai said, his voice firm yet tender. His words stopped me in my tracks, leaving me stunned. What was he saying? Could he truly mean we were fated? "Believe it or not, Adasha, but the universe has tied us together. Marked or not, you are mine, and I will do everything in my power to ensure we get our happily ever after—just you and me," he continued, his voice filled with conviction. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of shock and relief streaming down my cheeks. I had never dared to dream of this. To find my mate, to be accepted by him—it seemed impossible. I had spent so long believing the universe had cursed me, shackled me to a cruel fate. But now, hearing Kai’s words, I realised how wrong I’d been. He wasn’t just a reprieve; he was the balance I hadn’t known I needed, the missing piece of my soul. But why couldn’t I feel the mate pull? The question linge
Adasha The next morning, Kai left early to attend a meeting in a neighboring pack. He didn’t share many details about what he was going to do, but I understood enough about the role of a regional alpha to know it was part of his responsibility. Every pack within his territory fell under his leadership, and their issues were his to address. I also noticed he had taken the painting with him, which piqued my curiosity. What could he possibly be planning with it? I was just stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around me as I dried my hair, when a knock came at the door. “Who is it?” I called out, my voice slightly muffled as I tousled my damp locks. “It’s me, miss,” came May’s familiar voice. I chuckled softly, recalling how seriously she had taken my earlier warning to knock before she enters. “Come in,” I said, and the door opened to reveal her, flanked by two other maids. “What’s the occasion, Miss May?” I asked with a teasing smile. My relaxed tone mirrored the
Adasha Ingrid’s expression was livid when she saw me, and I couldn’t bring myself to care. Laura stood slightly behind her, looking uneasy. She lacked the confidence for this kind of confrontation, which told me everything I needed to know—this was Ingrid’s doing. Still, I wasn’t going to take it easy on either of them. “What do you think you’re doing? Have you no respect?” Ingrid demanded, her voice sharp with indignation. I met her glare with a frown. “You’re the one barging into this room. Should I be rolling out a welcome mat for an intruder?” Her eyes flashed dangerously as she stepped forward, her composure cracking. “You’d better watch your tongue, young lady, or else—” “Or else what?” I interrupted my tone calm but cutting. “I’ve told you before—I’m not part of your pack, and you’re not my Alpha. Stop trying to boss me around.” The words were barely out of my mouth before she strode up and slapped me. The sound echoed in the room, and Laura gasped. I didn’t flinch. Compar
AdashaIngrid yanked her hand away from my grip, her face a mask of barely concealed fury. It was clear she wouldn’t try that again.Ingrid wasn’t the type to handle what she perceived as disrespect, and in her twisted mind, my defiance had likely humiliated her. But I wasn’t going to be anyone’s punching bag anymore. Not her, not anyone. Never again would I allow myself to live that life.I held her gaze, making sure she saw the steel in my eyes. I wasn’t afraid of her, and I wanted her to know it.“If you have an issue with this arrangement,” I said, my voice calm but laced with an edge, “take it up with the Alpha. Unless, of course, you’re too afraid to face him. Perhaps you think I’m an easier target?”I stepped closer, closing the distance between us so she could feel the heat of my anger.“Well, let me make something clear: I am no easy target, Madam. If you push me, I won’t hesitate to retaliate.”Ingrid’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.She was stunned, speechles
AdashaI returned to the balcony, staring at my painting and trying to will myself to focus, but it was pointless. The brush in my hand felt heavy, and the colors on the canvas blurred together as my thoughts strayed.As I stood there, a realization struck me—I hadn’t left the building since I was brought here. There were no rules keeping me inside; Kai had set no restrictions. But the fear in my heart had done that job well enough, anchoring me to this place like an invisible chain.The thought unsettled me, and I resolved to change it. I decided to step outside, to acquaint myself with the world beyond these walls.I wouldn’t go far, just enough to get a sense of my surroundings, and I would avoid unnecessary interactions. Staying close to the pack house would ensure I could return quickly if I needed to.May was likely gone by now. If she were still here, I would have asked her to come with me. Instead, I would have to rely on Mirabel—whoever she was. I didn’t know her, but for now
Adasha“Is everything okay, Miss?” Mirabel’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.I turned to look at her, confused by the concern in her expression, until I felt the wetness on my cheek.Painful tears had slipped free, unbidden, stirred by the memories of my life with Randy.The weight of those memories was suffocating; there was only so much pain a person could lock away before it began to spill over.I wiped my cheeks quickly and nodded, forcing a small smile. “Let’s go back home,” I said softly. The idea of continuing the tour no longer appealed to me.The past had soured my mood, and I needed solitude to collect myself.Mirabel nodded without question, and we made our way back to the pack house. Once there, I headed straight to my room to freshen up.The cool water on my face helped soothe the ache in my chest, but the heaviness lingered, refusing to let go.It was evening now, close to dinnertime, but the house felt emptier than ever. Kai still wasn’t
AdashaThe woman was most likely the head cook; her confident demeanor and slightly different attire set her apart from the others.She held herself with an air of authority, but her eyes brimmed with pure hatred and disdain. It almost made me laugh. Her opinion of me meant nothing.“You aren’t the first mistress to grace his bed, Madam,” she said, her tone sharp and mocking.“Do not think so highly of yourself. Laura is our Luna, and not even Alpha Kai can stop her from taking her rightful place here. It is best you start counting your days.”Her words carried the weight of years of loyalty—not to Kai, but to Laura and Ingrid.“An order was given by the Luna, and we followed. We’ve done nothing wrong. And I believe it’s best you leave the kitchen. You aren’t authorised to be here.”She stood firm, her defiance palpable, as if daring me to react. I met her gaze and walked up to her slowly, closing the space between us.Randy had been many things, but even in Woodshire, no one had dare
Kai When Adasha told me everything that had happened in my absence, I was livid. From barging into my room to appointing Laura as Luna and banning the staff from serving Adasha, my aunt had crossed every possible line. Ingrid had gone too far, and I wasn’t going to let it slide this time. Still, I had to control my temper. Adasha had begged me not to lose it, reminding me that I needed to handle this with a clear head. I didn’t want to come across as unhinged, especially in front of her. When the staff brought breakfast to my room for Adasha and me, they were the picture of politeness. It was almost laughable how they pretended the events of the previous day hadn’t happened, as if they could erase their blatant disrespect with a smile and a tray of food. I held my peace, forcing myself to focus on the moment. I wanted to spend the morning with Adasha, to reassure her and make her feel valued before I dealt with the situation. But eventually, I had to face it. I left Adasha in th
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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