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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
KaiJust as we were about to follow, Ingrid and Laura arrived, looking flustered. From the state of their composure, I guessed they’d been delayed at the checkpoint. Fitting, I thought.My aunt could use a reality check—a reminder of her place. She wasn’t royalty, no matter how much she pretended otherwise.Ingrid wasted no time airing her grievances. “Those guards were insufferable,” she snapped, her voice brimming with indignation. “They searched our vehicles, even after we told them we were with you.”Her words were aimed at me, but I didn’t bother responding. The guards were only doing their job, and truth be told, a little inconvenience might do her some good.My silence seemed to irk her further, but I brushed it off. I had no time for petty tantrums.Austin, his lawyer in tow, disappeared into the chamber, and Darius and I followed shortly after. Behind us, I knew Ingrid and Laura would trail in, their self-importance likely fueling their steps.Inside, the chamber was an impos
Kai"I’ve decided to let fate run its course," I said, my voice steady but laced with cold finality. "Besides, I have no desire for an incompetent and conniving person as my Luna.”The Chairman frowned, his gaze sharpening as he leaned forward slightly. “Elaborate, please.”I shifted in my seat, my posture firm, unyielding. “I was away for one day,” I began, my voice carrying the weight of suppressed frustration, “and in that short time, Miss Westwood, in collaboration with my father’s sister, managed to destabilise the delicate balance of my pack. They bullied pack members, workers, and even my guests. These are not the qualities of a true Luna. Unleashing her on my people would not just be irresponsible—it would be an act of insensitivity.”The Chairman sighed, his expression unreadable.“Those are not strong grounds, Alpha,” he said, though his tone was less dismissive than resigned.“To me, they are,” I replied firmly, refusing to back down.I leaned forward slightly, letting the
Kai“Kindly verify the signature,” the lawyer said, his tone cool, almost triumphant.I took a steadying breath, my eyes scanning the document again.“This is a peace document,” I began, my voice firm but measured.“My father asked me to sign it before handing over the regions to me. It was meant to ensure I maintain peace and remain loyal and fair to both regions in terms of safety, leadership, and opportunities. There is no oath supporting the claims being alleged here today.”The Chairman sighed, his expression unreadable but heavy with the weight of his authority. “Section eighteen, sub-section ‘a,’” he said simply, his words carrying the finality of a gavel striking down.I flipped through the pages with increasing urgency, dread pooling in my chest. When I reached the section in question, my stomach dropped. There it was, written in black and white—undeniable.I, the undersigned, hereby agree and affirm that I shall not renege on any obligations or statements contained herein,
KaiUnable to contain my shock, I blurted out, “Wait—what? Father-in-law?” The words hit me like a slap, my disbelief evident in my voice. My gaze darted to the Chairman.“What are you even talking about? I don’t remember marrying Laura.”The Chairman met my gaze calmly, though his expression carried the weight of authority. “Yes, Alpha Redwolf,” he replied, his voice steady but firm.“All marriage rights have been fulfilled by your family. Some were completed by your father, and others were carried out by your aunt on behalf of your family.”My blood ran cold, disbelief giving way to a simmering rage.“The mating and marking right is all that is left,” He continued “And the responsibility of fulfilling the mating right falls on you. The only remaining components are the consummation and claiming, which, based on your stance today, appear unlikely to happen anytime soon.”The room seemed to shrink around me as his words sank in.The implications churned in my mind, each revelation mor
Kai“Now that this is established, we have our demands,” Austin’s lawyer said, his voice calm but with an edge of arrogance that set my teeth on edge.My wolf stirred restlessly, urging me to retaliate, to put him and everyone behind him in their place. But I forced myself to remain seated, my fists clenched beneath the table.Losing control now would only play into their hands.“The Council is listening,” the Chairman said, his tone neutral, though his gaze flicked briefly toward me.The bastard lawyer stood, straightening his suit with practised ease before delivering his so-called demands.“First, we request a formal apology from the Regional Alpha for the pain and suffering the Westwood family has endured under his leadership.”His voice was steady, but I could hear the deliberate weight in his words, designed to needle and provoke.“And,” he continued, “we demand that Miss Westwood be reinstated to her rightful place as the Luna of both the South and East, as well as Alpha Malachi
Kai“No one is threatening you, Alpha,” the Chairman began, his voice calm but unyielding. “However, we must uphold our laws. Without them, we risk descending into the lawlessness we once endured under the rule of the Mad King—a tyrant whose words were law, who believed no one’s rights existed except his own.”His words were measured, a reminder of the Council’s authority, but they held no weight for me. I didn’t care about their comparisons or their subtle warnings.My patience was wearing thin, and my wolf bristled beneath the surface, the urge to break free growing stronger with each passing moment.“Since all rights have been performed,” the Chairman continued, his tone carefully neutral, “Laura will remain with you as yours. What you choose to do with her is entirely up to you. You may refuse to touch her—that is your prerogative. No one can force that. But as this document stands, she is rightfully the Luna of both the East and the South.”The room fell silent, the implications
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