Chapter Thirty threeJenna's POVThe next day, Veronica and I continue our training, and even though my arms hurt and I feel like I'm seconds away from face planting on the ground, I am determined to not give up.โYou're doing great, Jenna.โ Veronica breathes as she lunges at me.I slip past her, and having studied her movements, I predict what she is about to do next, which gives me the sliver of opportunity to elbow her in the ribs and jerk her weapon from her hands.With a scream, I push a shocked Veronica to the ground and straddle her, balling my fist and pointing it at her in a threatening manner.Veronica brings her hands to her face to shield it, and I smirk as I get up and dust off my soiled dress. Even though I am a sweaty mess and my hair feels damp from all the running and punches that I have had to block, I feel incredibly pleased and really accomplished.โThat was a nice one.โ Veronica says, getting up and mirroring my earlier movements of dusting off the dirt from her d
Chapter Thirty FourJack's POVThe days pass by in a blur of activities that begins to feel monotonous. I settle scores between packmates and organise hunting to ensure that we have enough meals stored away for winter.But none of those activities seem fun anymore, even the sheer act of spending time with Violet leaves me feeling empty. As the days continue to go by, I begin to experience a level of sadness that I cannot shake. I begin to long for so much more than just the daily hunts and settling scores. I find myself wondering about Jenna and the kind of life she lives now. Because I have a certain conviction that she had somewhat lived. And the fact that a young woman, whom I barely knew, could consume my thoughts like this makes me want to smash my head against something.It's Violet that I should be thinking about. It is she whom I should desire, but why isn't that so? Why do I still think about the young woman that I had rejected? This morning, I am filled with the same str
Chapter Thirty Five Jack's POVโI just want us to go back to how we were. It feels like agreeing to be your mate changed things.โ She sobs against my shoulder. Guilt tears through me, and I shut my eyes, trying to tamp down the feelings of pain that rams through me. โI am very sorry, Violet.โViolet sniffles and pushes away from me, wiping the last of her tears and meeting my eyes, which are now red-rimmed. โI know that you're sorry, Jack. But what really changed? I need to know.โI shake my head slowly at her, turning away to look into the distance, lost in thoughts. Violet was right, something had really changed. And although I could not deny that Jenna's departure from the park had been the genesis of this change, I couldn't tell Violet so. I felt a lot different now. The activities that used to hold so much meaning for me no longer did. And sometimes I knew that these recent feelings had less to do with Jenna's absence in the pack but more to do with my state of mind. I had
Chapter Thirty SixJenna's POVZephyr joins us a moment later, clad in a beautiful robe that draws attention to the tight muscles of his shoulders and the broadness of his chest.โSorry for keeping you waiting.โ Zephyr apologises as he takes his seat. He looks different, with a shaven jaw and hair perfectly brushed back. I watch him smile in Veronica's direction, his eyes lingering on hers for a few more seconds. You demanded our presence. Veronica speaks as if she's conversing with a complete stranger, not her alpha, the same man she had conspired with to deceive me.I can't help but wonder whether anything had happened between them. The tension in the room is palpable. โYes, yes. I've asked you to come here because we need to discuss something important.โโThen by all means, let's.โ Veronica encourages. The alpha turns towards me, and my heart gives a start. He looks at me with a whisper of a smile on his face and a regret in his eyes. โI would like to apologise first to you, J
Chapter Thirty-SevenJenna's POVโVeronica is right.โ Zephyr voices finally. He doesn't get up and move towards me like Veronica did, but his eyes convey his pity. โIt's his loss. You're exceptionally beautiful, any man would be lucky to have you.โEven though they're right, I know that deep down, sometimes what truly matters isn't the physical traits of people, but what they carry within. I wasn't strong and agile, and so I was unfit to be the alpha's mate. Jack had chosen the woman who possessed these qualities to be his mate. While I had been rejected, left to wither... โThank you.โ I mutter. โBut I think his rejection made me realise that sometimes people look past our physical qualities.โโA lot of men usually reject their mate because they feel she's not as attractive as they would have wanted. Women, for a lot of men, are like prized possessions, kept for gazing, just like we do some items we loot from war.โZephyr picks up his glass and dangles it in the air for emphasis.
Chapter Thirty EightJack's POVVioletโs words are my final undoing. With a groan, I tear the clothes off her body, enjoying the gasp that falls from her puckered lips.Arousal pumps through me as I grab her again, pulling her against my body and allowing her to feel the evidence of my arousal.โOh Jack.โ She moans, โI have imagined this for so long... โ She whispers against my ear, her breathing laboured, skin damp with sweat.I won't lie and say that I have imagined this with Violet, because I have not. I have never imagined possessing her like this, touching her and watching her unfold in my arms. But in this moment, I do. I do want Violet with every fibre of my being. I want to soak myself in her essence, drown myself in her moistness. I kiss Violet again, allowing her to taste the extent of my desire for her. I move my lips to her neck and bite the delicate skin, enjoying the low moan that falls from her lips. Violet slides against my body, as if she's in need of more. And I w
Chapter Thirty NineVeronica's POVYou're right. I agree, realising how insightful the young woman is. Even though she is just a young adult, she'd had to grow up really quickly. What with the death of her papa and how she'd lost her mom at birth.She had turned out really okay, and her mate was really foolish to have let such a spectacular woman go. What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for intellectually. Jenna was a beautiful woman with intriguing layers. I was certain that there was more to her than met the eye. And I wished that she was more open. I sincerely desired to learn everything there was to know about her. I wanted to ask her about her mate to know what it had felt like for her. I wanted to know why I was feeling so conflicted about my feelings for Zephyr and my own chosen mate. I expected the bond with my mate to surpass the physical attraction I felt for Zephyr. So, why wasn't that so? โVeronica?โ Jenna's inquisitive voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I
Chapter FortyJenna's POV โI will continue to teach you to fight.โ Veronica says, her eyes never leaving mine.โThank you.โ I swallow hard as gratitude fills me. I don't know how my life would have turned out if I had not met Veronica. Perhaps the gods were truly directing my steps.โYou're already learning so quickly.โ Veronica tells me. โSooner or later, you'll have my back on the ground.โ She turns to give me a wan smile, and I smile back. โThank you so much, Veronica. I would have been able to do very little without you.โVeronica gives me a side hug. โLet's go back. It's getting cold out here, and we haven't had dinner.โI nod my consent and follow Veronica back inside. We eat in silence as I think about the earlier events of the day. I think about Zephyr's offer and the strange tension that had existed between Zephyr and Veronica. Suddenly, I am curious about Veronica and her mate. She had said very little about him, and I had yet to meet him. โSomething on your mind?โ Veron
PrologueJennaโs POVThe house is a haven of warmth and calm, filled with the low hum of contentment. Outside, the world continues to bustleโthe sounds of childrenโs laughter echo through the air, accompanied by the chatter of pack members as they go about their tasks. Weโve built something here, something beautiful, and I never imagined it would feel like this. I sit in a sturdy chair by the window, my feet propped up and my swollen belly cradled gently in my hands. It's almost timeโour child is growing inside me, and the thought brings a mixture of joy and anticipation. The days are passing slowly now, each one bringing us closer to the arrival of our little one. And with Jack by my side, I know we can face whatever the future holds. I hear footsteps approaching and look up to see Mia standing in the doorway, a soft smile on her face. She holds a bowl of warm water and a cloth in her hands, her expression a mix of eagerness and affection. โJenna,โ she says, her voice light. โI wa
Jennaโs POV The next morning, I find Veronica standing by the edge of the clearing, her silhouette framed by the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees. The previous day had been filled with lots of hugs of goodbye. I had witnessed people cry as they'd embraced and promised to stay in touch. Greta had decided to return to her inn and rebuild it again. She had enjoyed the thrill of fighting and was glad that she was on the right side of history, but she needed to rest, and she couldn't think of a better place to do it. Raina and Caleb, though, had chosen to stay with us. And I was more than happy to still have them. Veronica looks serene despite her exhaustion, her posture as graceful as ever. Itโs a sight that brings a pang of nostalgia to my chest, a reminder of the countless hours weโd spent together training, laughing, and sharing dreams of a better future. I approach her slowly, hesitant for reasons I canโt quite articulate. She notices me immediately, her lips curvi
Jackโs POV โAre you both joined together by the hip?โ Raina asks as she approaches Jenna and I. Jenna lets out a low chuckle as she disentangles from me and moves towards her friend to warmonger in a hug. โWe did it!โ I hear her say as she continues to stay in her embrace. Raina rubs her back fondly, returning Jenna's hug with a soft, sad smile. โWe did it, even though we're no longer complete.โ Jenna steps back and looks at Raina, whose eyes are now wet with tears. โThe last thing I expected was Eleanor's betrayal.โJenna's shoulders slump in sadness as she nods. โAt least we still have Greta and Caleb.โRaina smiles again as she clasps Jenna's hands in hers. โAt least we still do.โ As they continue to talk, Caleb and Greta join them, and I decide to step away and give them the privacy to talk and reunite. As soon as I am a considerable distance away from the group, Zephyr approaches me with a calm but deliberate stride, his golden eyes steady and unreadable. He stops a few f
Jackโs POV Jenna has returned to the women, helping them with whatever she can and rationing the last of our supplies. I watch her, marveling at how far sheโs come. Sheโs not the same woman I foolishly rejected all those years ago. Jenna has always been brave, but now sheโs a force to be reckoned withโa leader in her own right. Her quick wit and relentless courage have saved me more than once, and I know, deep down, that I owe her more than just my life. As she laughs softly at something Raina says, my chest tightens with a mix of pride and longing. Maybe I needed to be stupid enough to let her go back then to realize what Iโd lost. Maybe my reckless decision to reject her wasnโt just a mistake but a painful lesson I had to learn to truly see her worth. And gods, sheโs worth everything. I watch her for a moment longer, my wolf pacing restlessly within me, yearning to be close to her. The thought of spending the rest of my life with herโof building something lasting when all this
Jackโs POV The forest is quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves and the occasional crackle of the embers still smoldering behind us. The air feels heavy, laden with the scent of ash and smoke from Violetโs pyre, and though her flame has burned out, the weight of her memory lingers. I catch sight of Jenna standing with Raina and a few of the other women. They're all talking and laughing, their voices ringing out steady and true. The sound of it makes my heart warm. We might have experienced our own loss, but we had emerged victorious. Jenna is beautiful in a way that makes my chest ache, her blonde hair catching the light and her shoulders held high despite the exhaustion I know sheโs feeling. Sheโs always been like that since we met againโstrong, unwavering. My anchor in a storm I was too blind to see for years. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to the look in her eyes earlier, when I spoke about Violet. It wasnโt judgment or anger I saw there, but confusion. Maybe even
Jenna's POVThe trek through the forest is quiet, somber. Jordan carries Violetโs body in his arms, his face set in a grim mask of determination. None of us speak, but the weight of what weโve endured is palpable. Every step away from the battlefield feels heavier than the last.We find a small clearing as the sun begins to rise, its pale light filtering through the trees. The others gather around, their expressions weary but resolute. Zephyr and his peopleโno longer strangers but alliesโstand a respectful distance away. Even Veronica, her frailty evident as she leans against Zephyr for support, watches silently.Jordan kneels, carefully laying Violetโs body on the grass. He brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, his hands trembling. โIโm taking her home,โ he says, his voice raw. โShe deserves to rest where she belonged.โFor a moment I wonder whether he even remembers that there is no home for now. โJordanโฆโ Jack steps forward. โCarrying her all that way isnโt practical. I
Jennaโs POVAs we prepare to leave the hideout, I look around, still in utter disbelief that it's really over. Blood stains the ground, and the metallic scent of it lingers in the air. The bodies of the council elders lie scattered, their once-mighty forms now lifeless and cold.Violetโs lifeless form rests where she fell, and though I ache to go to her, to pay my last respect, something else draws me forward.Eleanor.Sheโs still kneeling where we had chained her. She doesnโt look up as I approach, her head bowed, her long hair falling in a curtain around her face.Sue doesn't look up, nor does she say a thing as I approach. I watch her, my heart acting as I recall all that we had been through together. I remember the first day I had arrived the shelter, saved by a wonderful woman by the name Caroline. A kind human that I'd never forget. When I had gotten to the shelter, Eleanor had been one of the sheltered women who had been introduced to me. I had known as soon as I saw her that
Jennaโs POVThe laughter of the elders grates against every nerve in my body, but itโs Jordanโs raw cry that truly shatters me. The sound of his grief echoes through the chamber, cutting through the taunts and jeers like a blade. Violetโs lifeless body lies in his arms, her sacrifice an unbearable weight on all of us. โGet up, Jordan,โ Jack commands, his voice cold and fierce. His hazel eyes are fixed on the elders, blazing with an anger Iโve never seen before. โShe gave her life for this fight. Donโt let her sacrifice be in vain.โ Jordan doesnโt respond at first, his shoulders shaking as he clings to Violet. But then, something shifts. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, growing louder until it fills the room. He lifts his head, his eyes no longer just filled with sorrow but something far darkerโpure, unrelenting rage. When he speaks, his voice is guttural, barely human. โYouโll pay for this.โ The ground beneath us trembles as Jordan rises, Violetโs body lifelessly la
Jennaโs POV The battle rages on, each moment more chaotic than the last. The air crackles with energy, the shouts and snarls of my pack mixing with the mocking laughter of the council elders. Blood stains the ground, and the scent of it makes my stomach churn, but I canโt let myself falter. Jack fights with the ferocity of a true Alpha, his hazel eyes blazing as he clashes with the leader of the council. She meets his every move with a smirk, as though sheโs toying with him, her power radiating in waves. Nearby, Jordan fights with an unmatched intensity, his movements fueled by both desperation and determination. Heโs holding his own against a wiry elder, but I can see the strain in his stance, the exhaustion creeping into his limbs. โJordan, fall back!โ Jack shouts, his voice commanding even amidst the chaos. But Jordan doesnโt retreat. He presses on, his strikes fierce but reckless. I canโt blame himโhis daughter had not only betrayed her own pack but had been chained and kept