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
KaiThe ride to Bridewood stretched to three hours and fifteen minutes, thanks to a checkpoint that bottlenecked traffic on the outskirts of the county.When they saw who I was, they waved us through without much fuss, but the delay was unavoidable. Fifteen minutes lost to bureaucracy—a minor inconvenience, but it prickled at my nerves all the same.By the time we arrived at the Council, the tension in my chest had solidified into a sharp edge. Darius and I stepped into the grand reception hall, the cool air inside doing little to ease the simmer of frustration in my veins. And there he was—Austin.He stood at the far end of the room, his posture straight and rigid, a smug grin plastered across his face. My eyes flicked to the man at his side, a legal representative from the look of him. What game was Austin playing now?Whatever it was, I had no patience for it. He was my enemy in this moment, and I had no intention of pretending otherwise. A polite greeting wasn’t just unnecessary—i
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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