All Chapters of THE ALPHA'S FORSAKEN SECRET : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ava's POV Coming back here never appealed to me.As I drove down the little, twisting road heading toward the Blood Moon Pack's territory, my lungs smelled familiarly of pine and earth. The air seemed to weigh more and became dense with memories and unspoken words the closer I approached. My pulse accelerated as my hands tightened their grasp on the driving wheel, the dark contour of the forest loomed ahead enveloping the territory of the pack in a shield. Five years as opposed to thisFive years after Jackson Wolfe tossed me aside like I was nothing—his mate, his weakness—reversed. I had been damaged, brittle, uncertain of who I was without him back then. But that woman? She vanished from sight. I was not the same Ava that had grieved and powerless stumbled out of this woodland.I had shifted. My kids had made me different."Mama, are we almost at it? Lily's voice drew me back into consciousness. Her brilliant green eyes wide as she stared out the window, she sat in the rear seat.

Ava's POV I never imagined I would be back here. The packhouse was supposed to be a fortification, a haven with its lofty stone walls and dark wooden flooring. But being here today surrounded by wolves that used to view me as an alien, it felt more like a jail. Jackson was still staring at me, observing, evaluating, maybe even accusing. Still, it was not his stare that most troubled me. It weighed what I had to tell him. The secrets I had stored for so long seemed like chains dragging me down with every stride around my ankles.I returned here not to be with him. I came to see my kids.Ignorant of the conflict whirling amongst the parents, the twins quietly occupied the corner of the room. Lily was deep in concentration on her puzzle, her little forehead wrinkled, as Caleb piled blocks and hummed to himself. They were uninformed of the threat hovering over us. Not aware that their father faced as much risk as they did.Jackson leaned against the desk, his arms folded, that austere p

Ava's POV The chilly night air carried earthy and pine smells as it stroked across my skin. Every wolf on edge following the last attack, the packhouse was tense. Unaware of the tempest building around my kids, my heart raced as I watched them sleep peacefully on Jackson's office couch. Their little faces were calm; for a minute, I yearned for their purity.I was back here for them, not for me. Though here was the last place I wanted to be, the twins needed protection and had no alternative. I had vowed never to return across Blood Moon territory. Still, here I was, back in the place that had felt like home and today felt like a trap.Jackson never left me with his keen silver gaze. As I acted to be preoccupied covering Caleb's small figure with a blanket, I could feel his eyes blazing into the back of my neck. Between us, there was a great lot of unsaid communication and weight hovering around. I knew the inquiries were on their way. Since I came, I had seen the anxiety rising; I wa

Ava's POV Standing near the window in my makeshift room in the packhouse, the cool night air bit my skin. Being back here, in a location that had once been my house but now felt like a far-off memory, was unusual. Five years had brought considerable change—Jackson, the pack, me. Still, certain things had stayed agonizingly the same.Through the woods, I watched the moon, its brilliance creating long shadows on the ground. In the other room the twins were asleep; the only sound that calmed me down was their gentle breathing. But it was just temporary solace, one eclipsed by the weight of all else. The threat that loomed, the rivals hiding in the darkness, and the secrets I had stashed for so long.Mysteries starting to fall apart.Early on, Jackson had been right. I ought to have brought up the twins with him. But, following all of this, how could I. His rejection still loomed large, a wound never quite healed. I had made mine; he had made his decision back then. Now, though, I wasn't

Ava's POV The deep forests engulfed us in darkness, the moonlight barely seeping through the canopy above. Each step forward resonated through the still night, the chilly air stinging into my flesh. The weight of what we were about to confront crept in my chest like a stone. Blackthorn’s men were out there, prowling, waiting to make their move, and somewhere among them was one of our own. A traitor. Jackson strolled behind me, his jaw tight and his gaze piercing as he examined the jungle ahead. There was something different about him tonight—something vulnerable, almost like the man he once was before everything came apart. But there was also a wariness in his gaze that I couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t only the adversary he was preparing himself against; it was the secrets we’d concealed from one other. As we reached the northern boundary, a small rustling pulled my attention to the left. My senses intensified, my body tight with eagerness. I felt Jackson stiffen beside me, his hand go