That was quite a long glimpse into Kai's perspective! 🌟 I hope it was informative, and that certain puzzle pieces are starting to fall into place. 🧩✨ Next, we’ll dive into everything May has to say—so stay tuned! 😉 I also plan to cool things down a bit by checking in on our two lovebirds. 🕊️💞 After all, what’s a story without a little romance, heat and love? (LOL 😄❤️).
AdashaThe knot in my stomach refused to loosen, no matter how many calming breaths I took. I had been restless all day, caught between the dread of the council’s summons and the fragile hope that it wouldn’t end everything—not just yet.Rationally, I knew better. My relationship with Kai had always been walking a tightrope, strung too thin by circumstances I couldn’t control.There was no future for us; I understood that.Yet a selfish part of me wished for just a little more time. Time before Randy tracked me down, or before I’d have to vanish for the safety of Eldenberge.Mirabel, ever observant, must have noticed my unease. She coaxed me outside for a walk through the garden, her gentle persistence impossible to refuse.The scene was lovely—vivid blooms swayed in the afternoon breeze, their colors a riot of life against the manicured greenery.Yet the beauty did little to soothe my turmoil. The world felt like a painting behind glass, unreachable and distant.“What’s the matter, m
AdashaThe evening breeze was a cool, soothing balm against the heat of my thoughts.The night was beautiful in its simplicity—the full moon hung high, casting a silver glow over everything, while the stars scattered across the sky like a thousand tiny promises.It was the kind of night made for companionship, for shared laughter, or quiet moments spent in someone’s arms. But I was alone, and the ache of that solitude weighed heavily on my chest.A soft click from the door startled me, pulling me from my reverie. The faint creak as it opened made my heart skip, and then his scent reached me—woodsy, warm, and unmistakably him.My pulse quickened, a reaction so natural and involuntary it betrayed every effort to keep my emotions guarded.I set the brush down with trembling fingers and turned from the balcony’s edge. There he was, standing in the doorway, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight.Kai’s presence filled the space effortlessly, and I couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him.
Adasha“I was rushing home to you, Adasha,” Kai murmured, his voice thick with a mix of longing and frustration.His words wrapped around me, heavy with meaning, but it was the sudden flash of his wolf in his eyes that stole my breath.The gleam was primal, magnetic, and I couldn’t look away.“You say you didn’t miss me?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, rough and tinged with challenge.I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. My throat was dry, my voice stolen by the heat of his gaze. I shook my head instead, though we both knew the truth.“Do you know what you do to me? To my wolf?” he asked, his tone lower now, almost a growl. I shook my head again, still unable to speak, my chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths.“Sometimes,” he murmured, his lips curling into a wicked smile, “words can’t say it all.”Before I could comprehend his meaning, he released my hands, his movements swift yet deliberate, and lifted me effortlessly.My back pressed against the c
AdashaA low growl rumbled in his chest, and in that moment, he couldn’t hold back any longer.With a sharp, smooth motion, he thrust himself into me, and I gasped as relief washed over me, followed by a new wave of anticipation.My world narrowed to the feel of him—his heat, his rhythm, the way he filled every part of me.Nothing else mattered. In that moment, I was his, completely.“Fuck! You’re ready,” Kai groaned, his voice deep and guttural, a raw expression of his desire.He began to move, his thrusts wild and unrelenting. Each motion filled me completely, every inch of him claiming me.I could feel him everywhere, his presence overwhelming and consuming in the best possible way.“Next time,” he teased between breaths, his lips curving into a wicked smile, “you’ll remember how good it feels with me buried inside you—and you won’t lie about missing me.”His words sent a jolt of heat through me, adding fuel to the fire already raging within.Kai knew my body as though it were his
Randy"Alpha Redwolf said he’ll look into it," Abraham’s voice rumbled through the phone, steady but tinged with an edge of weariness.As the head of the Alpha Council, his words carried weight. They should have brought me relief. They didn’t."However," he continued, his tone deliberate, "he’s prohibiting your men from entering his territory to question his people. Instead, he’ll handle the investigation himself. My advice? Wait for his response and avoid doing anything rash. We all know how Malachi can be."He sighed, the sound heavy with the burden of countless disputes and resolutions.I clenched the phone tighter, forcing myself to stay composed."Very well, then. Thank you for making it a priority. I look forward to a favourable outcome." My words felt hollow, like a desperate formality to end the conversation.But Abraham wasn’t done."Do you know anyone who might want to harm her—or you?" he asked, his voice sharp now, probing.A chill crawled down my spine. "Why do you ask?" I
RandyJacob didn’t return until nightfall. I remained in my office the entire day, tethered to the space like a man awaiting judgment. I didn’t dare leave, just in case swift action was required.Normally, I would have closed early, eager to rush home to my wife. But she wasn’t home anymore.The apartment, once warm with her presence, now felt cold and hollow, a cavern of memories that twisted the knife of regret deeper with each passing second.Staying there had become a form of torture—my own mind, my worst enemy.The past haunted me relentlessly. Every mistake I’d made played on an endless loop: the things I should have done, the words I shouldn’t have said, the love I should have shown.Regret clung to me like a second skin, a constant reminder of my failures.I should have cherished her. Loved her. Protected her.If I had been the man she deserved, maybe she’d still be here. But I’d let paranoia, jealousy, and fear poison everything.Now, all that remained was the hollow shell of
RandyJacob and I entered the interrogation room, the air thick with tension. Marvin and Lois sat chained in silver, their faces a mix of defiance and fear.Marvin looked worse for wear, his bruised face a testament to Jacob’s fury.Knowing him, I could only imagine the lengths he’d gone to while tracking them down—and the frustration that had driven him to this point.I couldn’t blame him. I might have done the same.What should have been a straightforward situation had spiraled into chaos, all because of their selfishness."Alpha Olsen! Alpha Olsen, look at what Beta Osborne did to me!" Marvin cried out, his voice grating and pitiful.Jacob let out a low growl, his annoyance brimming just beneath the surface."If you hadn’t run—if you hadn’t forced us to chase you halfway to hell and back—I wouldn’t have had to beat your sorry ass," Jacob snapped, his words laced with scorn."Do you have any idea what you almost caused? What Draco would’ve done if he found Westerners trespassing on
Randy"I swear that’s the truth," Marvin said, his voice shaky, eyes pleading for mercy. I turned to Jacob, my expression unreadable."I’ll give you some time to think it over," I said coldly, releasing the chain in my hand. It clattered loudly, a sound that seemed to echo Marvin’s faltering confidence."In the meantime," I continued, my voice firm, "you’re going to tell me everything about how you adopted my wife. I want to know why you adopted her, which Alpha sanctioned it, and whether you’re still in contact with the people who gave her to you."I shifted my attention to Lois, her nervousness written all over her face."I’ll give you a chance to answer, Lois. And believe me, what’s about to happen to your husband for lying to me will happen to you, too, if you don’t start talking."Her eyes widened in terror, but the weight of my words didn’t seem to fully register until two guards stepped into the room, their presence commanding and grim.They moved with quiet efficiency, their i
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