Kayla's POV Everything was blurry. My ears were ringing, my chest felt tight, and it was like my body had just… shut down. I heard voices around me, but they sounded distant, muffled—like I was underwater. My limbs were heavy, my breathing shallow, and I couldn’t even tell if I was lying down or floating. Then, slowly, the light got clearer. The smell of antiseptic hit my nose. Cold sheets beneath my hands. Machines softly beeping somewhere close by. I blinked hard, struggling to lift my head. My vision was still a mess of shadows and light. “Luna Kayla?” Ingrid’s voice cracked. I turned my head slowly to the side and saw her sitting beside me, her face pale with worry and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. “You’re awake,” she whispered, her voice shaking with relief. “What… happened?” I croaked, my throat dry and sore. “You passed out,” she said gently, pushing the hair away from my face. “Right after… after everything came out.” And then it hit me like an for
Kayla's POV I wasn’t ready for this. The soft thud of my boots echoed too loudly as we descended the marble staircase of the northern wing of Xavier’s pack hotel. My legs were still unsteady—partially from exhaustion, partially from the dread coiling in my stomach. Each step closer to the people waiting below felt like walking into a trap. And then I saw them. Councilman Augustine stood tall with his usual smug expression, hands folded neatly behind his back like a man who already knew he had the upper hand. But it was Xavier beside him that made my chest clench. And then i saw Mia—of course she was here. I blinked, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but there she stood beside Xavier, visibly pregnant, one hand protectively cradling her swollen belly while the other gripped Xavier’s arm. I stopped short on the staircase. “You’re looking pale, are you sure you want to continue.” Adrian murmured beside me, gently placing a hand on my back for support. I ignored him. M
Kayla's pov "What? What did you say?" Adrian whispered. “I think Lady Rina was my mother,” I sobbed. “And Alpha Dominic was my father.” His mouth opened. Closed. His hands clenched into fists. “I didn’t know,” I whispered. “I swear I didn’t know.” He staggered back a step like I’d punched him. “No...” Ingrid buried her face in her hands. And me? I stood there trembling, shattered, as the truth we’d all been running from finally caught up to us. Adrian’s face lost all color. He just stood there, eyes wide and locked on mine like he didn’t hear me right. I could see the flicker of panic behind his disbelief, as if his brain was short-circuiting. Like he wanted me to say it was a joke. “I’m your sister Adrian,” I said again, my voice cracking at the end. Tears slid down my cheeks before I could stop them. My throat was so tight I could barely breathe, let alone speak more, but I forced the words out. “I can't be with you Adrian… You're my brother.” “No,” he whispered. “No, t
Kayla POV I curled deeper into the couch in the hotel room, my back to the door, the soft wool blanket pulled up over my shoulders. I had no idea how long I’d been lying there, staring blankly at the dark pattern of the fabric, willing myself to stop thinking—about Adrian, about Lady Rina, Xavier, about the court, the prophecy, the pregnancy I lost, and the child I’ll never have. But mostly… I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Adrian. I had wanted to break up with him. I’d said the words. I meant them, didn’t I? Back then, when I thought I needed to protect myself… when I thought putting distance between us would help me breathe again. But now, knowing I might never be able to be with him again—not because I chose to walk away, but because of this—because of the nightmare possibility that he might be my brother? That... that broke something inside me. I pressed my palm to my forehead. I felt lightheaded. My throat was dry. My chest felt like it had caved in. My body had been f
Adrians pov Logan slid a phone across the table. I picked it up—and froze.There was a black and white picture of a photograph, it was worn at the edges but still clear. It was of a younger version of my father, Alpha Dominic, standing beside a very very familiar woman… My heart skipped a beat.Kayla? No, that wasn't possible because it was an old picture. That meant that this was another woman.A woman who looked like too much Kayla. No, she didn’t just look like her. She could’ve easily been her. “Who is she?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Lady Rina,” Logan said. “That’s the name I found linked to Kayla and Ingrid’s recent library search. She is the founder of an orphanage in the south." Lady Rina. The name echoed through my thoughts. “That’s not all,” Logan added. “There are whispers that Lady Rina was… involved with your father.” My throat went dry.Was this the same Lady Rina I had heard whispers about?. The woman my father never talked about. The one who mysteri
Adrian's pov I stared at the dark wood-paneled wall of the hotel lobby with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, jaw clenched. Two days. It had been two days since we found the weapons in the basement of Kayla's parents home—and since then, Kayla hadn’t been the same.I should have known that things wouldn't be the same after that dat. Not after all the threats that Councilman Augustine gave Not after what we found.Just like Xavier had predicted, That basement had been a nightmare of truths we hadn’t asked for. Weapons caches were one thing—I expected secrets, bad news, perhaps even traps. But nothing prepared me for the moment I stumbled across those adoption papers. Now, it wasn’t the scent of wolfsbane from my last attack or the subtle traces of dark energy that haunted me anymore—it was the envelope marked Private Records tucked inside, and what was written within. My stomach twisted just thinking about it again.Kayla's Adoption and name change papers. I hadn’t wanted