Avery’s POVHunger has become my constant companion. A dull, gnawing ache that never truly fades, only worsens with each passing day.At first, they rationed my meals, cutting my portions in half while I watched the others eat their fill. Then, they stopped giving me food altogether. I’m only fed when someone feels like it. A few scraps here and there. Leftover bones. Crusts of stale bread.Some nights, I get nothing at all.I lie awake in the dark, my stomach twisting in painful knots, my body too weak to move. The hunger keeps me up, an ever-present torment, but I refuse to beg. I refuse to let them see me break.But the pack isn’t satisfied with just starving me.One evening, after another long day of grueling labor, I approach the kitchen, my body screaming for nourishment. The omegas are finishing dinner service, clearing out the leftovers. I hesitate, shame burning in my chest as I force myself to speak.“Please,” I whisper, my throat dry, my voice hoarse. “Just a little.”The w
Avery’s POVThe bruises on my body haven’t even begun to fade when another blow is dealt—one that isn’t physical but somehow feels so much worse.A pack meeting is called.I know something is wrong the moment two warriors appear at my door. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. The smirks on their faces tell me enough.I am not invited to this meeting.I am being dragged to it.Rough hands grab my arms, yanking me forward. I don’t struggle—I learned quickly that it only leads to more pain. Instead, I keep my head high, forcing my feet to move as they haul me toward the gathering.The entire pack is already assembled in the courtyard, their eyes shining under the moonlight. The air is thick with anticipation.At the center of it all, standing on the raised platform like a god among mortals, is my father.Alpha Grant Lane.The man I once worshipped. The man I once fought to make proud.Now, he is the man who despises me most in this world.A hush falls over the crowd as I am shoved forw
Avery’s POVWhenever I feel like nothing, no suffering could be more than what I am currently going through, my own pack shocks me yet again. At the end of the pack meeting, all the wolves had come to the agreement of throwing me out of the pack and into cold till I beg them for mercy.I knew the decision isn’t about punishment.It’s about humiliation.I know it the second my father’s Beta grabs my arm and yanks me toward the packhouse doors. The gathered wolves smirk, sneer, whisper behind their hands as I stumble forward. My father watches from his chair, his expression unreadable, but I know better than to expect mercy.“This disgrace doesn’t deserve a roof over her head,” the Beta announces, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “A traitor like her should learn what it means to be nothing.”A cruel chuckle ripples through the crowd. Someone murmurs, “She should be grateful we even let her stay this long.”Grateful.For what? The endless insults? The starvation? The beatings
Avery’s POVI thought I had endured the worst of my father’s cruelty.I was wrong.The breaking point doesn’t come with starvation, nor with the bruises littering my body like a roadmap of suffering. It doesn’t even come with the endless nights of cold and exhaustion, where I wonder if I will wake up at all.It comes when when my father sentences me to the whip.“This is what happens to traitors,” he announces, his voice cold and final, echoing across the training grounds where the entire pack has gathered.I stand frozen, my breath catching in my throat as two warriors step forward and grab my arms. Their grips are bruising, unforgiving, as they drag me toward the center of the clearing. My feet barely move, my body resisting, but there’s no point in fighting. Not when I’m this weak.A gasp ripples through the crowd, but no one steps forward to stop this. Not one person speaks for me. Not my old friends, not the omegas I used to train beside, not even the wolves who used to respect m
Avery’s POVThe days blend together in a haze of pain, hunger, and exhaustion.I don’t heal.The wounds on my back fester, throbbing with each movement. I can feel the torn skin pulling whenever I lift my arms, when I bend, when I breathe too deep. Sleep offers no relief, only nightmares that bleed into reality. Every time I close my eyes, I hear the crack of the whip. I feel it.I’m weak. Sluggish. Every step takes more effort than it should. My body trembles when I lift even the smallest weight. My mind is foggy, slow, trapped beneath the weight of exhaustion and something else… something worse.Then the nausea starts.At first, I blame it on the lack of food. My stomach is empty more often than not, and when I do manage to eat, it’s never enough. My body rejects it anyway, a sharp wave of sickness rising out of nowhere, leaving me gagging and breathless.I force myself to push through it. I have to.But the nausea doesn’t fade.It gets worse.By the end of the week, it has a patter
Avery’s POVI spent the next days trying to figure what to do next whilst keeping my pregnancy a secret. But it seemed nothing could ever be secret for too long in the pack as the healer betrayed me and told the whole pack about my pregnancy.I barely have time to react when they came for me.One second, I’m scrubbing the last of the dishes in the servants’ quarters, my back aching, my hands raw from hours of work. The next, rough hands seize my arms, yanking me backward. A startled gasp escapes my lips as I struggle, but their grip is unrelenting. “What—” “Shut up,” one of the warriors snarls, dragging me through the hallways. My stomach churns. Something is wrong. *Did they find out?* No. It’s too soon. I’ve been so careful. I’ve kept my secret guarded, my sickness hidden, forcing myself to swallow down the nausea every morning. But as I’m hauled into the packhouse, my pulse pounds violently against my ribs. The room is packedwarriors, pack elders, even omegas stand at the
Avery’s POVThe night is heavy with silence.I sit in the dim corner of the dungeon, my fingers curled protectively around my stomach. The weight of my father’s ultimatum presses against my chest, suffocating.But in reality, there is no choice.From the moment I felt the faintest stirrings of life inside me, my decision was made.I will leave.Not for myself, but for the child growing within me. For the tiny, innocent soul who deserves better than a life filled with hatred.The doors to my dungeon were not locked, and the guards were asleep, exhausted from the day's labor, their breathing deep and steady. I move silently, out of the dungeon and sneaking into the servant quarters to gather what little I have—torn clothes, a loaf of bread stolen from the kitchens, a small pouch of water.It isn’t much, but it’s all I can take.My heart pounds as I reach for the door.Once I step through it, there’s no turning back.I close my eyes, inhaling deeply.This place… this pack… it hasn’t been
Avery’s POVThe night is cruel, the wind biting into my skin as I stumble forward, my body weak, my steps unsteady.I have nowhere else to go.For days, I’ve been running, my mind clouded with fear, my heart pounding with desperation. The moment I escaped my father’s grasp, I knew I was living on borrowed time. If he finds me, he will finish what he started. He will make sure my child never sees the light of day.I can’t let that happen.So I did the only thing I could. I ran.Now, as I stand before the towering gates of Red-Claw pack, my breath comes in shallow gasps. My fingers tremble at my sides, my body screaming for rest. The journey has drained me, each step heavier than the last. But now that I’m here, now that I’m this close, uncertainty grips me.Will Kane even listen to me?Would he care?It’s been months since I last saw him, since I shattered what little was left of us. I rejected him. I left him. And now, I’m here, begging for his help. Begging him to protect a child he
Avery's POV The whispers caame like the wind, soft, but impossible to ignore. Everywhere I walked, they trailed behind me like shadows, brushing against my ears. “Did you hear?” “The Alpha has cast Selene out.” "She begged.” "He showed no mercy.” “She was with another.” The rumors spread faster than wildfire. And I kept my head high. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t speak. I didn’t feed the flames. I had no need to. Dignity had become my armor. Silence, my sharpest weapon. I had spent too many years defending myself, biting back pain with grace. This time, I let the world talk while I simply walked through it. Selene, the name that once held weight in this pack, once dripped with entitlement and venom, was gone. Disgraced. Stripped of every illusion of power she once paraded in front of me. The same women who used to
Kane's POV The air in the packhouse was thick, tense with something I couldn’t quite name until I heard her voice echoing down the hall. Selene Her sharp, clipped tone lanced through the silence like a blade. “You clumsy little thing!” she snapped, voice shrill and soaked in entitlement. “Do you even know what this is worth? Or is your brain too small to understand luxury?” I turned the corner just in time to see the young servant girl flinch, eyes wide and terrified, tea dripping down her wrists and onto the marble floor. Selene loomed over her like a wolf over a rabbit, proud and cruel, forgetting her place entirely. I stepped in before I realized I was moving. “You will treat her with respect,” I said, voice low and cold. I didn’t shout. I didn’t need to. Selena turned, mouth already open to defend herself, probably with some pathetic reminder of who she once wa
Avery's POVI woke wrapped in Kane’s arms, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my back. It was a feeling I hadn't known in years, warmth without fear, closeness without control. For a long time, I just lay there, eyes closed, letting the silence between us speak. Not the silence of estrangement, but something softer. Restful. Healing.He murmured something in his sleep, his fingers twitching slightly as if reaching for me even in his dreams. A smalll smile tugged at my lips, but I knew I couldn’t stay here all morning. I needed a moment. To breathe. To think. To remember who I was outside of him, tooI carefully slipped from his grasp, easing off the bed so as not to wake him. He shifted slightly but didn’t stir.My feet carried me to the my room. The moment I stepped inside, the air felt different, still scented faintly with lavender from an old satchel tucked into a drawer, and the cool morning light poured through the window like a familiar f
Kane's POVThe night was quiet, the kind of quiet that settled deep into your bones. The sky stretched above with stars scattered like forgotten wishes. I sat on the porch steps, elbows resting on my knees, fingers tangled together as I stared at the horizon. The cool wind carried the scent of lavender and pine, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself feel still.The door behind me creaked, soft and hesitant.I didn’t turned around.But I knew it was herAvery.Her presence was like a ripple,gentle, but impossible to ignore. She stepped closer, the wooden porch boards groaning beneath her weight until she lowered herself beside me. Her shoulder brushed mine. Light, barely there. But enough.Enough to remind me I wasn’t alone.We sat in silence, our breaths syncing with the rhythm of the night. I didn’t want to scare her off with words. She hadn’t been this close in weeks, this close. And I would’ve s
Avery's POVI couldn’t look away from themFrom the moment Kane learned he was a father, something in him shifted. It wasn’t dramatic, there was no grand declaration or overwhelming display of emotion after that first, raw encounter. No, the change was quieter. Deeper. Like the slow turn of the earth beneath your feet, steady, inevitable.The Alpha I had known, ruthless, calculated, commanding, was gone. In his place stood a man with paint-streaked jeans, tangled hair, and a voice several notes higher than necessary while reading stories about dragons, moon bears, and magical wolves who saved the day.He’d never held a toddler before that day in the nursery, but now he carried our son with a confidence that didn’t come from experience, itt came from love.Kane took to fatherhood with a kind of wide eyed eagerness that almost made me laugh. Almost. Because sometimes it hurt to watch, like something in my chest didn’t quite know what to do with
Kane's POV I wasn’t expecting her to reach for me that day Not tonight. Not after the way she’s kept her distance, like she’s been building invisible walls around herself just to survive being under the same roof as me. But then, in the silence of the corridor, she turned to me. Her hand found mine, not firm, not certain, but deliberate. I froze, afraid even a a breath would make her retreat She didn’t say a word. Just led me forward, past portraits on the walls. Her fingers trembled slightly, her pace cautious. I followed her, heart thudding like a war drum in my chest, unsure of what this meant, until she stopped in front of a door. Sky blue. Small. Innocent. The kind of door that had no place in the life I used to live. "I hand painted the door myself after we arrived" She said, then she hesitated for half a heartbeat, then pushed it open. My breath l
Avery's POVTime moves strangely in Kane’s packhouse. The days blend together, soft and slow, like fog creeping over familiar ground. Each morning, I wake in a room that used to feel like a prison. Now, it just feels.... quiet.Not safe. Not yet.But its not dangerous either.In the days that followed, I noticed something had changed. Not in Kane, he’s already change, hopefully, but in the air around us. The silence that once screamed now hums with something else. Something hesitant. Unspoken.I start to notice the little things.He sets out a second plate at every meal, never asking if I’ll join but always hoping I will. He adjusts the thermostat back to the exact warmth I always liked, the one that made me feel held without being touched. He doesn’t knock on my door. Doesn’t ask for talks. Doesn’t ask for anything, really. He just…. shows up.When I do come down to eat, he doesn’t stare or smile or try to fill the silence.
Kane's POVI find her in the garden again early in the morningHer figure framed by the soft sway of lavender that brushes against her dress. She always loved this place, said the scent reminded her of peace. Now, I wonder if it only reminds her of what I destroyed.Avery kneels beside the blossoms, her fingers brushing the petals like they’re more fragile than she feels. She hasn’t spoken to me more than a few words since she returned. She walks with purpose, keeps her distance, and when she looks at me, it’s like I’m a stranger standing in the ruins of the life she once tried to build.But I can’t keep letting her run. I won’t.“Don’t run from me anymore, Avery.” My voice is low, steady. No Alpha command. No anger. Just truth.She stiffens but doesn’t look up. Her silence wraps around her like armor, tight, defensive, and heavy. I step closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough to make her feel me there. I won’t let her face t
Avery’s POVThe ceremony was silent, somber even. No grand cheers. No joy. Just the quiet rustle of the wind and the heavy breath of a pack unsure how to process what they’d witnessedKane stood beside me, barely able to stay upright. His arm was bandaged, his face bruised and bloodied. Yet there was a gleam in his eye, a victorious gleam. One that reminded me of the old Kane. The ruthless one. The conqueror who always took what he wanted no matter what.He reached for me, his fingers brushing my arm. “You’re mine again,” he whispered, not as a question, but as a declaration.And I nodded.What else could I do?The fight had been issued. The outcome determined. The pack had no more words to say.I was his again, claimed by blood, by dominance, by the archaic laws we still obeyed.But as his hand wrapped around mine, something inside me twisted. It should’ve been relief. It should’ve been … something. A reunion.