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
AdashaMorning came, and when I opened my eyes, the bed beside me was empty. Malachi was already gone.It felt strange—unlike him to leave without a word. But then again, we’d only just started sharing the same space.I supposed there would be mornings like this, where his responsibilities pulled him away before I could wake. Still, the absence of his warmth left the room feeling colder than usual.Mirabel came to attend to me that morning, her movements efficient but noticeably subdued.There was a heaviness about her, a quiet gloom that seemed to cling to her like a shadow.I hesitated, unsure if I should say anything. It wasn’t really my place to pry, but as the minutes passed, her silence began to weigh on me.Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “What’s the matter, Mirabel?” I asked gently as she cleared away the meal that had been prepared.She paused, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on the tray. Her expression flickered with uncertainty, her brows knitting toget
KaiA summons in the morning always left a sour taste in my mouth, but this one carried an unsettling weight. I had no illusions about Austin’s resolve—he’d promised action, and now, it seemed, he intended to deliver. Still, I hadn’t expected him to move so quickly.The urgency prickled at my nerves as I swung my legs out of bed, careful not to disturb Adasha. She lay curled beneath the blankets, her face soft with the rare serenity of sleep. She needed this rest more than I needed her goodbye.As I dressed, the floorboards creaked softly under my feet. My thoughts were as heavy as the silence in the room.Bridewood County awaited—a peculiar intersection of Southern charm and Western grit, three hours away but worlds apart from the solace of Eldenberge.If all went well, I’d be back before nightfall, though something told me this day had plans of its own.Before leaving, I ordered the guard stationed outside my door to stay vigilant."Keep Adasha safe," I told him, my voice firm, betr
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