INICIAR SESIÓNAlora’s POV:
My gaze was fixed on them, unwavering and expectant, waiting for answers they seemed unwilling to give.
Their silence was unnerving, their gazes boring into me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The expressions on their faces were unreadable, blank masks hiding whatever thoughts churned beneath the surface.
A chill ran through my body, but I refused to let it weaken my resolve. I stood firm, rooted in place, refusing to show any si
Alora’s POV: I paced back and forth across my room, my bare feet brushing against the cold floor as my thoughts spiraled out of control. Over and over again. Relentless. Someone out there knew. Someone knew I was a red wolf. The realization alone was enough to send a fresh wave of panic crashing through me. This wasn’t just bad. This was dangerous. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I tried to steady my breathing, but it wasn’t working. Every inhale felt too shallow, every exhale too sharp, like my body had forgotten how to function properly under the weight of fear. Without thinking much, I began pulling at my clothes, stripping them off piece by piece. The fabric suddenly felt suffocating against my skin, too tight, too restrictive. I needed to breathe. I needed to feel free. I needed to feel like I still had control over something. Anything. Once I was free of the layers, I wrapped my arms briefly around myself before forcing my legs to move again. The room suddenly felt too l
Alora’s POV:Just then, she broke into laughter.It wasn’t soft or amused, it was loud, sharp, and unrestrained, the kind of laughter that carried across the room and turned heads. It echoed unpleasantly in my ears, grating against my already fragile composure.“Oh, you didn’t know,” she said amidst her laughter, her words slurring slightly.The smell of alcohol hit me then. She was drunk. Very drunk.Her balance shifted as she raised her hand, squinting slightly as she began counting on her fingers like it required effort.“Kade…” she said, holding up one finger. “Keziah… Thorne…”She raised another finger, then another, her lips stretching into a mocking smile.“All three of them forced me to go.”My stomach dropped.The noise of the party suddenly felt distant, like it had been shoved far into the background.“I asked my friends,” she continued, swaying slightly where she stood. “They received the same threat from them.”Each word hit harder than the last.“So that kept me wonderin
Alora’s POV:The dance finally came to an end, and I dipped into a graceful bow, lowering my head slightly toward Kade before turning away. I didn’t wait for his reaction. I couldn’t.I needed air.The moment I stepped outside, the cool night breeze wrapped around me, brushing against my heated skin. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, trying to steady the storm raging inside me.But it didn’t help.Not really.What was wrong with those brothers?Why were they so determined to make everything harder for me?I pressed a hand lightly against my chest, trying to calm the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. It felt like it was constantly racing lately, never giving me a moment of peace.I didn’t know how much longer I could keep resisting them if things continued like this.Kade…Just the thought of him made my jaw tighten.He was driving me insane.And my wolf? She wasn’t helping matters at all. If anything, she was making everything worse. Every time I saw him with another woman, laughin
Keziah’s POV:I sipped slowly from the glass in my hand, letting the burn settle on my tongue as I watched them from the sidelines, careful not to draw attention to myself. The music thumped steadily through the hall, loud enough to mask tension, but not nearly strong enough to quiet the thoughts clawing at my mind.Earlier, when Kade had dragged Alora onto the floor by her hand, all eyes had turned to them. Conversations had faltered, heads had tilted, curiosity had sharpened into something far more dangerous. I knew exactly how quickly rumors could spread in a room like this, how easily a glance could become a story, and a story could become a problem.So I stepped in.I crossed to the sound system and turned the music up myself, letting the rhythm swell and spill into every corner of the room. It worked, at least on the surface. People shifted, laughed, found new distractions. The attention fractured, splintering away from Kade and Alora.But not mine.Kade was getting careless, an
Thorne’s POV:I smiled as I spun her outward, letting her skirts fan around her like a ripple of silk, before drawing her back in and catching her neatly by the waist. She moved with me effortlessly, her steps precise, her posture elegant, far too refined for someone who was a slave.It wasn’t just movement, it was instinct. Timing. Awareness. She followed the rise and fall of the music as though it lived inside her.“You’re a great dancer for someone who was a slave,” I said lightly, though there was genuine curiosity beneath the teasing note in my voice. I guided her through a turn, our hands brushing before reconnecting. “Who taught you?”“I taught myself,” she replied.There was no pride in it, no attempt to impress, just a simple statement of fact. That alone made me study her more closely.“From the first time I saw you,” I continued, lowering my voice as we stepped into a slower sequence, “I knew you weren’t an ordinary girl.”Our movements softened, becoming more intimate as t
Thorne’s POV:My wolf stirred the second I pulled her closer, a restless, almost boyish excitement rippling through me that I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t just the contact, it was her. The warmth of her, the familiarity that hadn’t faded despite the years we’d spent apart, the unspoken recognition that hummed quietly beneath the surface.I hadn’t had much time to truly interact with her since we arrived. But holding her now, with her hand resting lightly in mine and the other brushing against my shoulder, made all that lost time feel like something I could almost reclaim.Almost.“Are you enjoying the party?” I asked, guiding her into a slow turn as the music swelled around us.“Of course, yes,” she replied, her voice steady, though her eyes flickered briefly around the room as if measuring it, taking everything in.I turned her again, a little slower this time, letting the moment stretch. “People are going to be talking about you after today.”“That’s the goal,” she said without h
Keziah’s POV:My arms were tightly folded across my chest, a tense stance I hadn’t been able to shake since stepping into the room. My eyes stayed fixed on the doctor as he carefully examined Alora. Earlier this morning, around 7 a.m., Thorne had texted me to let me know she was awake. The messag
Luna Sabrina's POV:I paced up and down my room, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble floor as waves of anger coursed through me. Her face, the face I despised above all others, kept replaying in my mind like a haunting melody I couldn’t escape. Her eyes, her confident demeanor, h
Alora’s POV:After slipping into the bathroom, I let the warm water cascade over my skin, washing away the remnants of sleep and fatigue. The scent of lavender soap filled the small, steamy space as I lathered it across my body, the bubbles glistening like tiny pearls.I
Kade's POV:The afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields of the Darkwood estate. The air was crisp but heavy, a strange contradiction that matched the weight I carried in my chest. I had been out in the training field for hours, trying to sweat out the f







