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Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i

AnastasiaMy side aches, but I don’t care. Not now. The cuts across my arms sting, the deeper one on my thigh is still seeping, but I feel none of it. Adrenaline’s rushing too hard, crashing through me like a wave that won’t back down. Some of the smaller wounds have already closed up, skin knitting back together the way it always does.My body heals fast. Not as fast as a wolf’s, but fast enough to keep me moving.Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement. Not toward us. Away.Three rogues, maybe four, slinking toward the trees. Their eyes dart around, and their pace quickens like they think no one will notice. Cowards. Tails tucked, shoulders hunched. There’s blood smeared all over their fur, some theirs, some ours.They think they can run? After what they did?No.If they get out of here, they’ll talk. Regroup. Grow bold. And they’ll come back.I push off the dirt and bolt, not bothering to warn anyone. No time for that. My feet pound the earth as I charge, each step jarring but

AnastasiaThis is it.This is what I couldn’t figure out before. The missing piece. The thing Pete kept just out of reach.My eyes lock onto one of the rogues. A massive wolf with a thick, dark coat and a long, ugly scar slicing down the side of his neck. I know that scar. It’s the same one I saw when that man came to our camp and spoke with Pete.Anger sparks in my chest, burning through me like wildfire. He planned this. He made it look like a random attack, some surprise ambush, but I know the truth.He wanted to keep us occupied and probably get us killed, while he planned something else.I glance at my hunters. They’re good, tough, loyal. But they’re new. Most of them haven’t fought real wolves before, and rogues? Rogues are a different beast entirely. These ones look wild, scarred up, soaked in bloodlust. Their eyes are glowing red, crazed. They’re not just here to fight.They’re here to kill.“Split in a team of two,” I order, loud enough for my hunters to hear but never looking

Jake Pete flicks his fingers. Just a small motion, barely even noticeable, but his men catch it like it's a shout. Two of them step forward like they’ve been waiting for that signal this whole time. They don’t speak. Don’t even look at each other. They just grab Isaac’s body, one by the arms, the other by the legs, and start dragging him across the dirt like he’s already forgotten. His head knocks against a root and his arm flops weirdly to the side, but neither of them slows down. His blood paints a path behind him, thick and dark, soaking into the mud. It smells sharp. Metallic. Still warm. Pete doesn’t give it a second glance. Not one. He turns to Anastasia, gives her a short nod. That’s all. No words, no explanation. Just a small jerk of his chin like, “You know what to do.” Then he spins around and walks off to somewhere behind completely out of sight as the hunters make a way for him. Oh, so he is probably part of the third layer of the defence... the one that always stay

JakePete’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife dragged slow across glass.“Before we demolish you mutts,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, “everyone’s gonna see what happens when someone thinks they can mess with me.”My jaw tightens, and my hands curl into fists without thinking. I feel the shift in the wolves behind me too. They’re listening. Watching. Waiting.Pete stands there, smug and takes a step forward. “Isaac,” he says, voice dipped in venom. “My once-loyal man. Or at least, that’s what I thought.”I glance at Isaac. He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t back down. But he’s not hiding what’s running through him either. There’s hatred in his eyes. Clear and burning. And the thing that catches me off guard is, that it ain’t aimed at Pete.It’s aimed at Anastasia.That look in his eyes tells me what I hadn’t pieced together until now.This whole show? These chains? The timing? All of it? She’s behind it.The puppet master in the shadows is my mate.Pete’s unkowingly has

JakeSophia walks up and comes to a stop beside me. I don’t look at her right away, but I feel her presence settle in. A second later, our eyes meet, just briefly. No words. She just gives me this quiet nod before turning her gaze to the same place mine is fixed on.Anastasia.She hasn’t looked over. Not even once. But I know she feels me watching her.Still, her face stays the same. Like stone. No flicker of emotion, no shift in her expression. Her jaw’s tight, lips pressed in a calm line. Her eyes scan the field ahead with complete focus, like she doesn’t have time for anything else.She looks like a damn marble statue. Not in a cold way that pushes people out… more like something you can’t stop looking at. Strong. Sculpted. Beautiful in that silent, unreachable kind of way. She doesn’t even need armor to look untouchable.But I know better.I know the fire burning under that surface. The hurt she’s hidden, the choices she’s made to be standing right there, leading like that. She’s w

JakeThe second I see the movement in the distance, I know something’s off.They’re not sneaking. Not creeping through the woods like they should have... like they have planned to.They’re walking in the open. Lined up. Bold. Like they want to be seen. Like they want us to know they’re coming.Yeah… they’ve changed the plan.The hunters are coming down the south path, which cuts straight into pack territory. That’s no mistake. That’s intentional.I glance over at Mikhail. He’s standing beside me, silent, but I can feel the tension in his shoulders. Not fear. Not panic. Just… ready.“They’re not hiding it anymore,” I say, nodding toward the approaching line of hunters. “No ambush this time.”He lets out a low breath. “It’s loud. It’s sloppy. They’re trying to scare us.”“Let ’em try,” I mutter.Behind us, the others shift into position. Our fighters know the drill. We already planned for this, back when we figured Pete might get cocky and switch tactics. I’ve walked them through it mor

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.