MasukInside the deep darkness of her coma, Roxanne was not resting peacefully. Her mind was trapped in a terrifying, vivid nightmare that felt completely real.She found herself standing in a beautiful green field under a strange, blood-red sky. A little boy, about two years old, with thick dark hair and bright green eyes, was running ahead of her. He was wearing a small white shirt and tiny pants, laughing happily as his tiny feet sprinted across the grass.Roxanne knew instantly, deep in her soul, that this little boy was her son."Wait! Sweetheart, please slow down!" Roxanne called out, running after him. Her legs felt heavy, like she was running through thick mud. Her heart was pounding with a sudden, unexplained fear. "Stop running, the ground is rough! Come back to Mommy!"The little boy didn't stop. He just laughed louder, looking back at her over his shoulder. He was moving too fast, much faster than a normal human toddler. No matter how hard Roxanne pushed her body, the distance
Back inside the Pack House, the silence in the medical wing was louder than any roar.Alpha Alejandro sat on a small wooden stool right next to Roxanne's bed. The room was clean and warm, smelling of medicine and clean linen, but he felt like he was still suffocating in the dungeon. He hadn't slept, he hadn't changed his clothes, and he hadn't washed the dried blood from his hands.He just couldn't leave the broken woman on the bed. His heart was bleeding with a pain he couldn't describe. He looked at his hands; the hands of a leader, the hands that were supposed to protect his people and realized they had been used to destroy his own family.âClara fooled me first, and I let Melissa use that to fool me again,â he thought, his head dropping into his palms. He felt an overwhelming wave of self-hatred. He had prided himself on being smart and strong, but he had been the biggest fool in the entire territory.âYour mother was right all along, Lucien.â His wolf hissed in annoyance. âIf o
Outside the western gates of the Blue Moon Pack, the air was cold and dark. The two rogue mercenaries Melissa had hired were hiding behind a clump of thick bushes just around the corner from the main border line. They had been waiting there for hours, tapping their boots impatiently against the dirt.They didn't tell Melissa they were coming back so soon. They wanted to catch her by surprise so she wouldn't have time to hide the gold or run away."You think she will bring the money?" the second rogue asked, pulling his jacket tighter around his shoulders. "The Alphaâs house has been loud all night. I heard a roar earlier that sounded like the sky was tearing open.""She will bring it if she wants to keep her pretty face," the scar-faced rogue growled. "She knows what we will do if she plays games with us."Suddenly, the heavy iron gates of the pack border creaked open. The rogues quickly ducked lower into the bushes, holding their breath. They expected to see Melissa slipping out in
Alpha Alejandro ran down the dark stone stairs of the dungeon so fast that the guards at the door didn't even have time to bow. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a wild animal trying to break free. The sound of Melissaâs voice from the recording was still looping in his brain, each word cutting into his mind like a hot knife.She fooled me. She fooled me. He thought as he continued his way to the dungeon. Melissa was his first love, the woman who had traveled through hell and back with him during the early days of his leadership. He had trusted her blindly because of their history. He had allowed his old trauma to turn him into a monster, and she had used that exact trauma to handle him like a puppet.He reached the bottom of the stairs and ripped the heavy keys right out of the lead guard's hand. The guard trembled, shrinking back against the wall as Alejandroâs terrifying Alpha aura filled the damp hallway.He shoved the key into the lock of Roxanneâs cell himself and
Alpha Alejandro sat alone in his dark office. The only light in the room came from a single candle that was burning down to its wax. On his desk sat three empty bottles of strong whiskey. He held a fourth bottle in his hand, staring at the liquid inside. The entire pack house was completely quiet, but inside Alejandroâs head, the noise was deafening.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the exact same thing. He saw his stepbrother, Elijah, and Roxanne lying together on the bed in the nursery. He could still smell the thick scent of mating heat that had filled that room. The scent was unmistakable. It made his stomach turn with a mix of intense anger and deep sickness."Why does this keep happening to me?" Alejandro muttered to himself, taking another long swig from the bottle. The alcohol burned his throat, but it did nothing to stop the pain in his chest.His mind began to drift backward in time, carrying him to a dark place he always tried to forget. He began to think about his
âUpstairs in the main hall of the Pack House, the atmosphere was just as heavy. Word had spread fast among the servants that the Alpha had locked his brother and the pregnant human girl in the silver cells.âOphelia, Alejandroâs mother, was pacing back and forth in the corridor outside the dungeon entrance. Her heart was breaking. She knew her son had a bad temper, and she knew about the deep trauma left behind by his first mateâs betrayal years ago.âBut she also knew Roxanne. Roxanne was a gentle soul who cared too much about the child to ever risk doing something so foolish.âShe had seen Roxanneâs and Elijahâs relationship. It was just pure friendship. They wouldn't be so foolish as to do such a thing.ââThey're all lies,â she had told Luna Kathryn a while ago. âThey'll never do such a thing. They're being framed.âââI don't want to lose that girl,â Luna Kathryn cried.ââWe won't lose her or the child. I'll make sure of it.ââOphelia gathered a basket of clean towels, some fresh w
Alpha Alejandro's POVâYou summoned me, your Majesty.â Elijahâs voice tore me away from my thoughts. I took my eyes away from the screen in front of me as I stared at him instead. âTell me, Elijah.â I leaned back on the chair. âTell me, what's your relationship with MY mate?ââYour mate?â He scoff
Four weeks laterâŚ.Roxanne's Point Of View âCongratulations, my dear.â Doctor Madonna said to me, her face beaming with smiles. âYou are two weeks pregnant.â She added. Of course I knew I was. I've been having continuous signs. The swollen face, the constant stooling and fatigue. All of it. And th
Roxanne's Point Of View âLet's go.â Lucia finally said after taking a deep breath. She looked really mad, and I needed no soothsayer to tell me why she was. If she was in my shoes, I'm sure she'd want to be out of here as soon as possible. Together, we walked into the elevator and we waited patie
Roxanne's Point of View âOh my goodness, Roxie.â Elijah exclaimed as soon as I walked into the room. He rose up from the bed as he made his way towards me. My brows furrowed into a frown. âWhat's wrong, Eli? Did something happen?â He looked really worried.âOf course, yes, you brat. I thought som







