Chapter Three : One night with the stranger
Asher’s POV Pain. That was the first thing I felt when my eyes opened. But then, something was different. My leg—it wasn’t aching anymore. I moved it slightly, expecting a sharp sting, but there was none. I frowned, sitting up on the bed. The last thing I remembered was collapsing in the forest, blood pooling beneath me. I had lost a lot of it, and I was sure I wouldn’t make it. But then... she came. Zarina. I glanced to the side and found her still asleep, her face turned slightly away. Even in rest, she looked troubled. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted, as if she had cried herself to sleep. I ran a hand over my face and exhaled. She was the one who helped me. I remembered now—she had pressed something against my wound, whispering words that I was too weak to hear. She must have used those leaves. I swung my legs over the bed and stood, testing my weight. I was stronger. Almost as if the wound had never happened. That woman... she wasn’t just some random wolf. She had power. I turned back to her, watching as she stirred slightly. She had been rejected. I heard her drunken words last night, the pain in her voice, the betrayal she felt. I knew that kind of pain. I had felt it before. I needed a shower. Without another glance, I walked into the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the dirt and dried blood. The heat soothed my tense muscles, and I took my time, trying to push the strange thoughts from my mind. When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into the room. And that’s when I saw her. Zarina was awake now, standing in front of a small mirror. Her back was turned to me, her long, dark hair falling down her bare shoulders. She was half-dressed, slipping into a simple dress, not expecting anyone to walk in. For a moment, I froze. She hadn’t noticed me yet. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled up the fabric, her posture tense, as if she was forcing herself to move forward despite everything. I should have looked away. I should have walked out. But I didn’t. Instead, I stepped forward, the sound of my movement making her turn. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. “You’re awake...” she whispered, her voice hoarse. I said nothing. Her gaze shot down, settling on the towel wrapped around my waist. A sudden rosy flush spread over her cheeks, and she whirled away quickly. "I— I didn't know you were—" I moved closer. She braced herself. I didn't know why, but she was pulling me toward her. Maybe it was because she had saved me. Maybe it was because of the naked vulnerability I had seen in her the night before. Or maybe it was simply that she appeared to require someone. I didn't hesitate when I touched her, my hand skimming over her bare shoulder. She trembled at my touch, but she didn't move back. Her breath hitched. "Asher..." I said nothing. No words were necessary. I raised her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her lips trembled barely perceptibly, and I could see the doubt in her eyes. But I also caught something else—something deeper. I edged closer. And she didn't push me away. When our mouths met, everything else faded. She breathed on my lips softly, her hands hesitantly resting on my chest. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the wild thunder of her heartbeat. I took her mouth, drawing her deeper into me. She melted, as if resisting for a very long time. My towel fell off my waist. Her dress landed on the ground. And for that one moment, nothing else mattered. Not her past. Not mine. Not the betrayal. Not the rejection. Just this. Just us.Chapter Four – A Cold Alpha Zarina’s POV When I woke up, my head hurt. My body felt sore, and for a moment, I didn’t understand why. Then, I realized I wasn’t in the forest anymore. I was in a room, lying on a bed. And I wasn’t alone. I turned my head and saw him—Asher. The man I met last night. The man I had slept with. My heart started beating fast. No. No. No. I sat up quickly, pulling the blanket over my chest. What had I done? How could I have been so careless? I didn’t even know this man! I wanted to scream, but before I could react, Asher moved. He opened his eyes, and instantly, everything about him changed. Last night, he had looked tired but kind. Now, his golden eyes were cold, emotionless. He sat up and looked at me like I was a problem he needed to deal with. Then, the first thing he said made my whole body freeze. “As the Alpha of this pack, I can’t be seen sleeping with just anyone. What do you want in return to keep quiet?” I blinked. My heart dropped. “Wh
Chapter Five : Decision Regretted Kael’s POV I sat on the Alpha’s seat, my fingers clenching the wooden armrests as I listened to the news that made my blood run cold. “The battle must be redone,” the Head Elder announced, his voice deep and unwavering. “I was not present during the last fight, and now we have reason to believe that Darius was weakened by outside interference.” I felt my stomach drop. My hands turned clammy, and I struggled to keep my breathing steady. “A… a rematch?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” the Head Elder said firmly. “The battle will take place in three days. This time, no interference. The true Alpha will be decided in front of the entire pack.” I wanted to protest, to say I was already named Alpha, but I couldn’t. The Alpha Seal—the final mark that would make my leadership unquestionable—had not yet been given to me. Without it, my title was nothing but a word. I swallowed hard, trying to think of a way out, but there wa
Chapter Six : A Warrior Asher’s POV The training grounds were filled with warriors practicing their moves. Some sparred in pairs, their bodies moving fast as they dodged and struck. Others stood in groups, watching and learning. The air was thick with sweat, dust, and determination. I stood at the edge, arms crossed, observing everything. As the Alpha, I had to make sure my warriors were strong. If they were weak, the pack would be weak. And weakness was something I would never allow. My eyes swept over the warriors until I noticed someone struggling. An omega. She was smaller than the others, her movements sloppy and weak. She threw punches, but they barely landed. Each time she was knocked down, she got up again, but her frustration was clear. The warriors around her muttered among themselves, shaking their heads. I was about to turn away. Some wolves just weren’t meant to fight. But then Zarina moved. She had been standing nearby, watching. Now, she stepped forwar
Chapter Seven : Find Her Kael’s POV I sat in my chamber, my fingers clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. The room was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn shut, but I could still hear the voices outside. My warriors. My pack. They were trying to reassure me. “Alpha, you don’t have to worry,” one of them said. “You won the last fight. You can do it again.” “Yes, Alpha,” another added. “Darius was weak then, and he’s still weak now. Be rest assured that the seal would be given to you even if they had to do countless times” I wanted to believe them. I wanted to hold onto their blind faith in me. But I couldn’t. Because I knew the truth. Darius wasn’t weak. The only reason I had won that fight was because he had been drugged. And now, the truth had come out. The head elder had returned, and he wasn’t pleased. He had ordered the battle to be redone. This time, in his presence. And this time, Darius would be at full strength. I could already imagine it—his
Chapter EightChapter Eight: The ContractZarina’s POVMy fingers tightened around the bathroom door handle, my body aching for a moment of peace. The exhaustion from the past few days weighed heavily on me. A long, hot bath—that was all I needed. Just a little time to forget everything, to escape, even if only for a while.But just as I was about to step inside, the door to the bedroom creaked open.My entire body tensed.I turned sharply, already knowing who it was. “Asher,” I snapped.He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his tall frame filling the space. His skin was still damp from a shower, water droplets sliding down his toned chest, disappearing beneath the towel slung low around his hips. His muscles were carved, powerful, a silent display of dominance.A shiver ran down my spine.I tore my gaze away, my cheeks burning.“Knock next time,” I muttered, gripping the door handle tighter.His lips curled slightly, but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Knock?” He steppe
Chapter Nine: The Contractor And The ContracteeZarina’s POVMy hands still shook as I passed the signed contract to Asher. The paper felt heavier than it should. It wasn’t just ink on a page—it was my fate, my future. Asher took it without a word, folding it neatly, his dark eyes never leaving mine.For a moment, the silence between us was suffocating. My heart pounded, and I could feel the tension building in the air. It was the calm before the storm.Then, Asher’s voice broke the silence, low and firm, his words like a command. “The contractee must satisfy the contractor,” he said, his gaze piercing through me.My breath caught. I knew exactly what he meant. I felt the blood rush to my face. My body tensed as I stood there, frozen in place.I wanted to scream at him, to tell him I would never do what he was asking, but I knew better. He wasn’t the kind of man who took no for an answer.His gaze hardened as he took a step closer. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his voice cool,
Chapter Ten: Tension and DesireZarina’s POVI woke up with a start. My heart raced as I realized I wasn’t alone. The warmth of someone’s body surrounded me. I blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light of the room. It took a moment for everything to come back to me—the contract, the strange and powerful bond between me and Asher, the alpha I’d never asked for.As I shifted slightly, I felt his arm around me, holding me close. My breath caught in my throat. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But his touch was comforting in a strange, confusing way.I quickly tried to slip away from his embrace, but just as I moved, his arm tightened around me, pulling me back. I froze, my heart pounding. He stirred, his eyes still closed, but his voice was soft and low, “Where do you think you’re going?”“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to free myself. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”Asher didn’t let go. His grip on me was strong, possessive, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange ki
Chapter Eleven: Not One of ThemZarina’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, brushing my hair with slow, shaky hands. The morning light was soft, slipping through the curtains like a quiet whisper. My heart felt heavy for reasons I couldn’t explain. Last night had shaken me. The way Asher held me. The way his voice softened when he asked about my past. The way he looked at me like I was something more than just a name on a contract.A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.“Asher?” I asked quietly.He opened the door without waiting for permission. He always did that—like this room was his too, like I was his.He looked different today. Still sharp. Still strong. But his eyes held something I couldn’t name. Guilt, maybe. Or fear.“I wanted to see you,” he said.My heart skipped. “Is everything okay?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he came closer and sat beside me. I tensed, unsure. But then his hand found mine—warm, steady.“You looked upset last night,” he said softl
Chapter 89 – The InvitationZarina's POVI wasn't feeling well that morning.My head was dizzily spinning a bit when I stood up from bed, and my stomach was. wrong. Not how you're ill as in how you dash for the bathroom but how something inside you just does not feel quite right. I sat on the edge of the bed, hands in my head, and breathed deeply. I thought maybe it was stress. Too much thinking. Too much crying. Too much aching in my chest about it all.Asher left early. I never asked where he was going. I knew he was trying to fix it all again, try to keep the pack together, try to protect me and the kids. That's all he ever did. And I loved it.But love couldn't stop the way I felt that morning. Hollow. Lost. Weary.But still I rose. I went to check on the kids, then cleaned the little sitting area by the rear of the house. I needed to move. To breathe. To keep going.I didn't expect I'd be seeing her again so soon.But then, just shy of noon, the front door softly knocked. I stiff
Chapter 89 : The ApologyZarina's POVI did not anticipate having her at my door.It was a peaceful morning. Asher had departed early to meet the patrol leaders, and the house was quiet. The children were outdoors playing with the nanny, and I was ironing clothes in the cozy living room. I was drained, both physically and emotionally. Everything was too much to endure.Then there was a knock.Not the typical kind. Not loud, not persistent. Just… soft. Gentle. Almost like the person on the other side of the door didn't want to scare me.I opened it carefully.And there she was.Cara.Her face was altered—exhausted, melancholy, not angry as typical. Her dark hair was loose, and she had on a simple gray cloak. No trinkets. No cosmetics. She looked… human. Sort of harmless.My heart skipped in my chest, and I gripped the doorjamb tightly."What do you want?" I whispered."I just. I want to talk," she replied. She was talking low and trembling. "Please, Zarina. I'm not here to fight. I swe
Chapter Title: The Weight of LeadershipThe moon was low in the sky, casting a pale light over the packhouse. Inside, the air buzzed with tension. I sat by myself in my study, the weight of what had occurred during the day oppressing me.The elders were gone, their words lingering within me. The Red Moon Pack was cutting all ties with us. No further supplies. No trade. It was all due to the choice I had made to be with Zarina. I drew a hand over my hair, irritation welling up within. Had I erred? Would I have done better with Cara? Would keeping the peace been better that way? The very thought plagued me.And yet I thought about Zarina's tear-streaked face, her silence, her unwaivering belief in me. She was my companion. She had given birth to our pups. She was the future of the pack.The elders, though, did not view it so. They saw her as danger, as a vulnerability. They saw her as the reason that the pack failed.I leapt up, pacing the room. The pressure in my chest was too much to
Chapter 87: The Breaking PointZarina’s PovI sat in the quiet room of the pack house, my mind swirling with thoughts I couldn’t escape. The weight of everything happening around me—everything that had changed in our lives—was becoming unbearable. The constant tension, the constant pressure. I could feel myself unraveling.Asher and I had gotten this far, but with everything that had happened with Cara, the elders, and the pack… I didn't know how I could continue to live like this. I had tried to be strong for him, for the children, but my heart ached. The stress was more than I could manage.I knew Asher would do all he could to protect me and the children, but would it be enough in the end? I was torn between clinging to the life that I had with him and the fear that the chaos would never leave.And then the solution hit me, so forcefully it shook me to my foundations. If sex with Cara would harmonize the pack, then maybe Asher should just go and do it.I felt sick to my stomach jus
Chapter 86: The pack future Asher's POVI was in my office, my hands clenched tightly around a tumbler of whiskey, my head spinning with all that was happening of late. It had been a long day, one full of tension, puzzlement, and the overpowering desire to protect what was mine. Zarina seethed, perplexed by everything, and I had not the least idea of what to tell her that would make it better. Every day was a battle, but the war had not yet begun properly.Then my phone rang, shattering my daydreaming. The screen lit up with my mother's name, and for an instant, my heart skipped a beat. I had not spoken to her for some time. I had no idea what this call would be about, but I didn't have to guess very hard to figure that it wouldn't be something straightforward.I sighed and answered the call, trying to conceal my emotions."Yes, Mother?" My voice was level, but the constriction in my chest betrayed me."Asher, I need to talk to you," my mother stated sternly, but I sensed a quiver of
Chapter 85: Asher's ChoiceI walked in the night, my brain foggy, and my heart heavy. The weight of the day, the pack's need, and the pain of it all happening around me had started to strangle me. I considered everything Cara and I had been through at that moment. Her family pressure, the needs of the pack, and my choices.But the more I dwelled on it, the more I couldn't get the image of Zarina and the babies out of my head. The way they regarded me, the way Zarina smiled, the way the children depended on me for everything. The idea of giving that up, of taking Cara, it didn't sit right. Each time I tried to envision it, the only thing that popped into my mind was Zarina's face, her warmth, and how everything felt complete when we were together.I stopped on the trail, where moonlight filtered through leaves at the edge of the woods. It was quiet. Too quiet.Cara.Her face seemed to flash through my mind, the soft, honeyed tone she always had, her elegant hands, yet even with all of
Chapter 84 : The BattlesAsher's POVThe day had been long. Tension was thick in the packhouse, and my mind continued to spin with it all—Zarina's battle, Cara's machinations, the threats on the horizon. I had promised Zarina that I would always be there to protect her, and yet it felt like I was failing her. There was so much beyond my control, so much that I did not understand, and all I wanted to do was keep her and our children safe.I rested against the side of the bed, the weight of the day weighing on my shoulders. My eyes wandered to Zarina, who was lying there with our triplets. They were wrapped in warm blankets, their tiny bodies curled up against her. The peaceful sight of them all curled up together was the only solace in the midst of chaos.Zarina was exhausted too. She had been through so much recently, attempting to assist me, attempting to keep our family intact while the world around us seemed to crumble. I could see the characteristic signs of her fatigue—the faint
Chapter 83: The FearAsher's POVThe moon sat high above the woods, casting a white, ethereal light on the ground ahead of me. My heart was racing, but it wasn't because of the hunt or the dangers of the night; it was because of her.Zarina.I couldn't help but fret. She'd slipped out without warning me where she was heading, without so much as a whisper. As soon as I realized she wasn't there anymore, my heart hit the ground. I rationalized that she must be all right, perhaps needed some solitude, but the apprehension gripped me like an open sore.I needed to locate her.I screamed out her name, my voice echoing into the dense, black woods. But the silence that met my scream only made me more nervous. I struggled through the dense trees, my head racing. What if she was hurt? What if she was in danger? The thought of her being hurt, alone out there, made my chest tighten.Then, there—beneath a giant oak tree, I saw her.Zarina was curled on the ground, shaking, her face smeared with t
Chapter 82: The Choice Zarina's POVI woke before dawn that day and slipped quietly out of bed, trying not to rouse Asher. His steady breathing beside me was comforting, but I knew I couldn't stay. I had to do this on my own. I had to go get the supplies—medicine and rice burn—anything I could do to help. The pack needed it, and I knew I couldn't rely on anyone but myself.As quietly as I could, I grabbed a small bag, filled it with what I would need along the way, and crept towards the door. The house was still, no one stirred. But as I stepped out into the cold morning air, a knot formed in my chest. Ahead of me lay the forest, dark and silent, and a sense of dread crawled up my back. But I had no choice. The pack needed me.I tried to walk softly as I made my way deeper into the woods, away from the packhouse. The trees seemed to close in around me as the woods swallowed me whole. The scent of wet earth and pine was thick in the air, and the silence was oppressive. Still, I presse