Masuk“I never betrayed you!” Cassandra’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Not once—not ever—” “Then whose child did you give birth to?” The Alpha, Alaric Drayden, cut in coldly, each word heavy with condemnation. The woman lying weak on the hospital bed flinched at the cruelty in his tone. “Enough. I don’t need your excuses, Cassandra.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable. “No, my Alpha. I swear—I never betrayed you—” “I, Alaric Drayden, Alpha of the SilverFang Pack, hereby sever the bond between us. From this moment forward, no tie of fate binds us, Cassandra. I reject you as my Luna for the treachery you’ve committed.” Cassandra shook her head in disbelief, her voice breaking. “No! No! You can’t do this to me, my Alpha!” *** Betrayed by her husband. Stolen from by her own half-sister. Cast out by her pack. That was the fate everyone had wished upon Cassandra Vale, the fallen Luna of SilverFang. But a true wolf never truly dies. Five years later, Cassandra returned—stronger, sharper, her elder blood awakened and ready to shake the entire werewolf world. With the Alpha who once saved her—Orion Caldrex—at her side, she would face the conspiracies of her family, the battle for the Luna throne, and a war between packs that threatened to shatter the balance of power. Betrayal had remade her. Fate demanded her rise. And this time… nothing would stop Cassandra Vale. Not even destroying those who once cast her aside—including Alaric Drayden, her former Alpha. But when every truth finally comes to light…would Alaric still be standing at her side?
Lihat lebih banyakPOV: CassandraThe years didn’t turn over with an explosion. They shifted slowly—through unhurried mornings, afternoons that didn't wait for disaster, and nights that were no longer consumed by escape plans.NightFang was stable. Not because threats had ceased to exist, but because everyone knew exactly where they stood. The boundaries were clear. The decisions were firm. There were no secrets lurking, waiting to detonate.I noticed the change in the smallest details.In the way I woke up without checking the window first. In the way my breathing remained steady when I heard footsteps in the hall. In the way I brewed tea without calculating the worst-case scenario.This house—I called it home now, without hesitation.Iris ran through the sitting room, her hair tied back messily, her small giggles filling the air."Mother, look!" she said, holding up a drawing she’d just finished. "I made us."I moved closer. The drawing was simple—three figures standing in front of a building with a h
POV: CassandraThat morning didn't bring any grand changes. There were no signs in the heavens, no screaming premonitions. NightFang went about its business as usual—calm, stable, and true to itself.And because of that, I knew my decision hadn't been born out of a fleeting impulse.I woke up earlier than Iris. I brewed tea and prepared a simple breakfast, letting the routine flow without any rush. My hands weren't shaking. My chest didn't feel tight. I didn't feel chased by anything. For the first time, I wasn't making a choice from a place of trauma.Iris came down shortly after, her hair a bit messy and her eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreams."You're up early, Mother," she said, climbing into her chair."I am," I replied. "I wanted to enjoy the morning."She nodded, accepting that without question. She had always been perceptive—and lately, she’d been calmer. She had more faith in the world.After breakfast, Alice took her away for her lessons. I stood before the living r
POV: CassandraThe night was still. It was so quiet that the silence felt like a mirror, forcing me to look deep inside myself.Iris was already asleep. Her breathing was rhythmic, her hands clutching the edge of the blanket—an old habit that refused to die. I sat on the edge of her bed longer than I should have, staring at that small face with a tangle of emotions. She was safe. She was whole. And that really should have been enough.But my mind wouldn't stop racing.I went back out to the NightFang balcony, where the night wind always blew soft and cool. The torchlight on the stone walls flickered gently. This place had given me sanctuary—not just a physical refuge, but the mental space to think without being chased by fear.I found myself thinking about my first marriage.The vows spoken with such absolute certainty. The conviction that love was enough to make me close my eyes to the red flags I should never have ignored. I remembered how I had slowly vanished—not because I was for
POV: OrionThe NightFang council chambers had never felt small, but that morning, the air inside felt denser than usual.I sat in the Alpha’s chair, my back straight, hands folded atop the blackwood table that had witnessed decades of monumental decisions. Before me, the NightFang elders sat in a semi-circle. The same faces—stern, calculating, accustomed to reading power like a map that could be manipulated.“We are not questioning the security,” one elder began, opening the floor. “We are questioning the direction.”I gave a brief nod. “Please, continue.”“Cassandra Vale,” he went on without hesitation. “She is now at the heart of NightFang. With her child. With you.”I didn’t interrupt. I waited for him to finish his thought because, in politics, cutting someone off is often seen as a confession.“Will she hold an official position?” another elder asked. “Or is this merely a temporary phase?”I took a slow breath. “She doesn't need a position.”Several eyebrows shot up. Glances were
POV: IrisI knew something had changed, even before anyone told me.It wasn’t because of an explosion or any screaming. NightFang never panicked like that. The change was subtler—too orderly. The guards' footsteps became more frequent. Doors were closed
POV: AlaricI received news about Iris without ever laying eyes on her.It came from written reports. From brief sentences delivered by others. From tones of voice that made no attempt to sway my emotions in any direction.“Sleeping regularly.”
POV: CassandraThe ultimatum arrived without warning.There was no diplomatic preamble. None of the pleasantries that usually precede a threat. An official dispatch arrived at the NightFang command center, sealed with the crest of the regional alliance—the ver
POV: CassandraI realized something that morning—not because of some grand event, but because of something too small to ignore.“Mama,” Iris said as she put on her own shoes, “I want to play in the back garden. With Liora and Ken.”






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