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RandyJason flinched at the sound of my fist slamming against the desk, his already bruised face paling further.The pathetic sight of him did nothing to quell the storm raging inside me. My wolf howled within, clawing at the edges of my restraint, demanding release.Every passing second without Adasha chipped away at my sanity, leaving raw, jagged edges behind.“Where is my wife, Jason?” I bellowed, the force of my voice shaking the air between us. My rage boiled over, uncontrollable, as my wolf threatened to take over completely.The fear in his eyes should have been satisfying, but it wasn’t. Not without answers.“I-I swear, Alpha! I don’t know!” he stammered, his voice hoarse and trembling. His eyes darted to the guards standing by the door, as if they might somehow intervene, but none of them moved. They wouldn’t dare.I leaned forward, my hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that the wood groaned in protest.“You expect me to believe that? After all this? After what ha
RandyJason hung there, suspended with nothing but his arms to bear the cruel weight of his body. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and I watched as tears carved streaks through the dirt on his face.The pain in his eyes was unmistakable, but Jake and I didn’t flinch. Whatever agony he was enduring now was nothing compared to the storm raging inside me.Nothing could match the betrayal, the rage, the ache that tore through my chest like a serrated blade.“Start talking,” I said, my voice cold and unwavering. “End this now, or I promise you—I won’t relent.”Jason’s lips trembled, his voice cracking under the strain. “Please…” It was barely more than a whimper, a pathetic plea that only hardened my resolve.I turned to Jacob and gave him a curt nod. “Do it.”Jacob stepped forward, methodical and unyielding. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t falter. He’d been by my side long enough to know this wasn’t a moment for mercy. Meanwhile, I stood back, my hands clenched into fists.I couldn’
RandyThe look on Adasha’s face that night, and again in the morning before I left, played over and over in my mind like a haunting melody.Her tear-streaked cheeks, the fear in her eyes—eyes that once looked at me with tenderness—now burned into my memory. I couldn’t stop the tears that began streaming down my own face.I had hurt her. Wrongly. Cruelly. Unforgivably.I was a monster.Jealousy and fear had consumed me, twisting my thoughts and blinding me to reason. I hadn’t listened to her.I hadn’t believed her. Instead, I let my insecurities fester until they turned into something dark and vile. And because of that, I hurt her.I broke her trust. I stormed out of the room, my breaths ragged, my chest tightening with each step.My heart pounded as guilt and shame washed over me like waves, drowning me in their weight. Pain and anguish tore through me in equal measure. What had I done?The memories of that night clawed at me, refusing to let go. I had beaten her. I had taken her in t
RandyI sobbed, my tears pooling on the cold floor beneath me, my prayers rising into the void. I didn’t know if anyone was listening, but I didn’t care.My soul felt raw, laid bare for the unknown, for anyone kind enough to hear my desperation.In that moment, I was nothing but a broken man, undone by my own choices. There was no one to blame but myself.Every wound I had inflicted on her had carved a deeper one into me, and now I bore the weight of it all.I had hurt her. I had driven her away. And now, I could only hope—no, beg—for the chance to make it right."Alpha, what should I do about Jason?" Jacob’s voice pierced through the mind link, steady but tinged with caution.It broke through the haze of my spiraling thoughts as I struggled to compose myself. My hands trembled as I wiped my face, willing the chaos in my chest to quiet, even if just for a moment.“He has lied against his Luna and, in doing so, committed treason,” I said, my voice carrying the weight of my decision.“L
RandyFor a moment, I stared at the delicate piece of jewelry in my hand, its significance crashing over me like a tidal wave. It was hers.There was no doubt. My heart surged with a mixture of relief and determination. She had been there. She was still out there.This wasn’t just a clue—it was hope.“She rested,” I murmured, the words barely audible as I pieced together the implications. It meant she was moving, but she wasn’t running without pause. It gave me a direction. A chance.I looked up at Thompson, my voice steady but charged with urgency.“This is something. I’ll reach out to Alpha Malachi and see if any of his southern packs have noticed a new face. If she’s passed through, someone must have seen her.”I paused, the reality of my next move settling over me. “I can’t step into another Regional Alpha’s territory without his permission. Malachi’s cooperation will be critical.”“I should reach out to Malachi,” I said, breaking the silence, my mind already spinning with the logi
AdashaI could see it in Kai’s eyes—the ripple of unease, the tension coiled in his body. What I had told him weighed heavily, more than I had anticipated.He barely made it through breakfast. His fingers drummed against the table, his legs shifted restlessly, and he avoided my gaze like it might set fire to the air between us.I knew him well enough to understand he was itching to act, to confront the storm I’d laid bare before him.In another life, the old me would have swallowed the discomfort, buried the problem deep within, and plastered a smile on my face to keep the fragile peace intact.I’d learned to live like that—tiptoeing around conflicts to avoid cracks in the delicate family façade. But not this time.Not with what was at stake. Silence now would be a coward’s refuge, and I had no space left for that kind of foolishness.Kai’s aunt, Ingrid, was a force I could no longer ignore. She was a woman drunk on power, clinging to authority that wasn’t hers, convinced she shared t
AdashaAs I made my way toward Kai's office, I couldn’t help but notice the shift in the air.The maid and guards who had been so bold and dismissive yesterday now shrank back, their eyes darting away as if the very sight of me was enough to stir fear.I wondered what Kai had done to them—what words or actions had turned their defiance into this subdued wariness. A flicker of satisfaction warmed my chest, though I kept my expression neutral.Halfway down the corridor, I bumped into Laura. Her presence was unmistakable, her posture stiff as if bracing herself for confrontation. I couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto my lips."Luna Laura," I said smoothly, letting the words drip with mock sweetness as I reminded her of our little spat in the kitchen.Her lips twitched, caught between a smirk and something far less confident. Despite her attempt to keep her composure, I could see the embarrassment flickering in her eyes, betraying her."Giving out new orders lately?" I asked, tilt
AdashaWhen I reached Kai's door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking gently, unsure if it was appropriate to intrude."The door's open," came his deep, familiar voice from inside. It carried that steady calmness that somehow always managed to make me feel both at ease and completely on edge.I pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it softly behind me. There he was, seated at his desk, a tired crease on his brow as he sifted through a stack of documents.His hair was slightly dishevelled, and his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing just a hint of his tanned skin. Despite his weariness, he had an effortless presence that filled the room.He looked up as I entered, and his face lit up instantly.The shift was so quick and genuine that it sent a warmth blooming in my chest.I couldn’t help but smile back as I glanced around his office. My eyes caught on something that made me pause—a painting. My painting. The one I had done of him. There it was, proudly display
Kai "Did you ever stop to ask yourself why someone would give you that information?" I asked, my voice smooth, but edged with something colder. "And if they did… did it ever occur to you that they probably knew exactly who you were?" Gregory’s face shifted—first confusion, then slow, dawning realization. His breath hitched slightly. "You were so desperate to find your father that you didn’t stop to think about the danger you were walking into?" I continued. Shame flickered across his face. He swallowed hard, but he didn’t deny it. "Can you lead us to the people who tipped you off?" I asked. He hesitated, then nodded. "I have numbers I can reach." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I doubt anyone will be picking up on the other end." Gregory’s jaw tightened, frustration warring with understanding. He had been used. Had he succeeded, Abraham would have had the perfect excuse to eliminate us all, pinning it on the Moonchilds. Plan A had been to trap us in that banquet hall. Whe
Kai"Do any of you have the ability?" I asked, watching Gregory closely.He shook his head. "Neither of us inherited it. It might have skipped our generation."Maybe. But I wasn’t convinced.I suspected something else—something deeper.If James’s ability had been weak, the genetic pull might not have been strong enough to pass it on.Michelle, on the other hand, had been the stronger sibling. That much was clear. She had passed the trait to her daughter.To Adasha.But if Adasha’s compulsion was as faint as her uncle’s, then something had dulled it. Something had weakened it.Nightshade.That was a theory I’d have to dig into.For now, though, I needed answers."So what made you come for me?" I asked, my tone edged with curiosity and something sharper."And where did you get your warriors?"I already had a name—Abraham. Now I needed the full picture. I needed to know what had driven Gregory to seek me out, what had fueled his reckless attack. Because nothing about this situation was r
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
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
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 "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
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 it was even in
KaiI 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 voice rough.
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