RandyMarvin’s tears flowed freely, his face a mask of despair. He knew—knew deeply—that he was in immeasurable trouble with me.He had violated our agreement, shattered what little trust I had given him, and, worst of all, placed a target squarely on Adasha’s back.If she hadn’t run away, none of this would have unraveled. I wouldn’t have needed to arrest Jason, wouldn’t have discovered the full extent of their treachery.These two were evil—loyal to no one but their own selfish interests. Adasha was no longer theirs.They had sold her to me years ago, and now they had tried to sell her again.They weren’t just failures—they were scum. Fraudsters. Betrayers.There was no excuse for what they had done.I shifted my gaze to Lois, who was trembling as she cried, and motioned for her to continue. I needed every piece of information before I decided how to act."Jason tried to get Marvin to tell him who the person was," Lois said, her voice shaking as she spoke. "But Marvin refused. He sai
AdashaMorning crept in, the soft light painting delicate patterns on the walls. Kai was still beside me, his presence a quiet weight on the bed. It was unusual—he was always the first to rise.Perhaps the journey had drained him more than I realized. My thoughts swirled around the summons he attended with Laura and Ingrid, and unease pooled in my chest.It had to be about his bond with Laura. The idea tugged at something deep within me, a quiet ache I tried to bury.I hated the helplessness of it all, the knowledge that this was beyond my control.I turned my gaze to him, his face soft in sleep, the tension he usually carried smoothed away. For a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. I slipped out of bed carefully, the cool floor grounding me as I moved toward the shower.The steaming water offered a temporary reprieve, washing away the tangled emotions I couldn’t name. When I emerged, toweling my hair, Kai stirred. He blinked lazily, his sharp eyes focusing on me.“Why aren’t you in
Adasha Kai’s eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and intense, as he gently brushed my cheek with his thumb. The touch was soft, almost reverent, but it carried a weight that made my heart ache. “You worry too much, Adasha,” he said, his voice steady, soothing. His gaze didn’t waver, as if he were trying to reach the deepest part of me, the part that was still scared, still unsure. “You need to learn to trust.” I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me. “I know you’ve been through so much,” he continued, his tone softening even further. “But not this. I’m not Randy, Adasha, and I never will be. I don’t aspire to be like him. What we have… it’s rare. Scarce. Ordained.” He let the words settle between us, his hand never leaving my face. “I’d be a fool to throw it away—or let anyone take it from me.” His eyes darkened, a fire kindling in their depths. “I’ll find a way to make this work, I promise. And I won’t have a Luna other than you, Adasha.” His words we
AdashaBreakfast was served in the dining room, a larger, more formal setting than usual. Kai had insisted on addressing his officers after the summons, and though it made me uneasy to eat in a room with other people, I understood the necessity.Normally, Kai would have adjusted his routine for my comfort, but this was one of those times where duty took precedence.As we entered the room, I immediately noticed there were five people seated instead of the three I had expected. The extra two—Ingrid and Laura—were impossible to miss. My chest tightened at the sight of them, but I quickly reminded myself of Kai’s promise. His assurance was all that mattered.With measured composure, I took my seat beside him. Darius and Gabe greeted me warmly, their respect evident in their tone and demeanor.Magnus followed suit, though there was an unmistakable hint of confusion in his expression, as if he was piecing together a puzzle no one had explained to him.I returned their greetings, extending
AdashaThe room was deathly silent, but Laura wasn’t done. Her voice sliced through the tension like a jagged blade, oblivious to the storm brewing in front of her.I could feel Kai’s rage, simmering and raw, and I wondered how he would handle this. Laura, blind to the signs, pressed on, her words brimming with fury and indignation.“You brought this upon yourself,” she said, her voice trembling with both anger and unshed tears. “By the time I’m through with the Easterners in the South, you’ll regret what you’ve done to my people—simply because they refused to serve your whore.”The venom in her tone stung, but the room was charged with something far more dangerous. Kai was vibrating with fury, his jaw tight, his entire frame coiled like a predator about to strike.The foolishness of Laura’s inability to recognise the line she had crossed was staggering.“Darius,” Kai said suddenly, his voice so cold and calm that it sent a shiver down my spine. “Did you get that last part?”“Yes, Alp
Adasha “Even you, Magnus?” Laura said, her voice trembling with disbelief as she turned to him. I had expected her to say that—Magnus was from Rivercreek, her home, after all. Magnus looked genuinely pained, his expression filled with regret, but he didn’t waver. “Sorry, Luna,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But Alpha’s word is law.” Laura’s eyes darted back to Kai, searching his face for any hint of hesitation. “You’re serious about this,” she said, her tone incredulous. “You would actually throw me into a cell… for her?” She spat the word with venom, her gaze flicking to me with a mixture of contempt and desperation. But Kai didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at her. His silence was deafening, a clear statement that he was done talking. The weight of his unspoken words hung in the air, suffocating and final. “Malachi, this is extreme!” Ingrid interjected, rising from her seat. “Laura is legally your wife. You can’t humiliate her like this! What will her people say? This
KaiIngrid had pushed every limit of my patience, and I intended to ensure she understood the consequences.Locking Laura in a cell wasn’t just necessary—it was essential. She had to learn her place, to understand that her words had power, and that power could burn her if wielded recklessly.I couldn’t allow such blatant defiance to go unchecked, not now, not ever.After breakfast, I retreated to my office, a sanctuary of order amidst the chaos of recent events.The heavy oak door closed behind me with a familiar creak, but the weight in my chest didn’t lift.Outside, Adasha decided to explore the town with Mirabel. She had an effortless grace in how she moved through this world, an almost otherworldly quality that often made me question whether she was a blessing or a test.Still, Rivercreek settlers in Eldenberge had received my message loud and clear. Adasha’s presence would be respected—marked or not.Even so, I couldn’t ignore the risk.Old prejudices ran deep, like roots buried
KaiMay’s puffy eyes glistened with unshed tears as she dropped to her knees before me, baring her neck in submission.Her voice trembled as she spoke, each word heavy with fear and desperation.“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Alpha,” she began, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. “I was just trying to stay alive. As you can see, I have no abilities…” Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, her frailty laid bare.She didn’t believe she was safe—how could she? It was Ingrid and Laura who had sanctioned her arrest in my name, twisting my authority into a weapon against her.The betrayal cut deep, and the guilt gnawed at me.“I didn’t know anything about it until Lucian called me,” I said, my tone gentler than usual as I mentioned her cousin. Lucian Lightbridge, the man she often visited in Rivercreek, had been the one to inform me of her capture.Though she called him her brother, he was, in truth, a distant cousin from her father’s side.May’s breath hitched as she tried t
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