Chapter Fifty : I Broke AgainZarina's POVThe house was too quiet.The triplets were asleep in their cribs, their little chests slowly moving up and down.I was alone in the small guest room, the one I had made my little corner, as much as I could be away from everyone else.The room was cold and lonely, but it was better than being in the big rooms where no one wanted me.I sat down on the floor beside the cribs of the babies, hugging my knees to my chest. I stared at the wall, my heart too painful to endure anymore.I missed the days when I thought that I had a family.I missed the days when Asher would smile at me.Now it was as if I was a ghost.As if I didn't exist to them anymore.A soft moan at the door had me lifting my head slowly.I thought at first it was one of the maids.But when I looked up and saw her standing there — tall, beautiful, perfect — my heart sank.Cara.She smiled pleasantly, but her eyes were full of something evil."Hello, Zarina," she said, coming into
Chapter Fifty One: She LeftZarina's POVThe house was too quiet.I sat alone in the nursery, gently rocking my baby girl in my arms.The boys slept in their cribs, gently breathing, unaware of the storm raging inside me.Asher had left early that morning.An emergency.He kissed the babies goodbye.But he hadn't kissed me.Not even a glance.He left his parents to "take care" of me.I smiled sourly to myself.Take care?If only he understood.The second he walked away, I was invisible once more.Or worse — a target.I heard feet coming toward the nursery door.I stood still, holding my baby close to me.The door creased as it opened.It was Cara and Asher's mother.Their faces were unkind.Cara snickered softly, glancing about the room like she was home."Still here?" she commented, tilting her head towards me, like I was something she had left out to be taken out.I held my head down, gently rocking my baby.I didn't answer."What a waste," Asher's mother sneered."You think being p
Chapter Fifty One : She's GoneAsher's POVThe house felt off the moment I stepped inside.Too quiet.Too still.I tossed my jacket on the chair by the door and let out a breath, running my hand through my hair.Today had been one of those days — constant meetings, pack problems piling up, one thing after another without any break.All I wanted to do was gaze at Zarina.Gaze at my babies.Maybe hold them against me for a moment, remember nothing else.A small grin tugged on the corner of my mouth as I climbed up the stairs.They were my peace.My home.My reason for all things.I headed straight for the nursery, needing just one moment of peace.But as I opened the door, what I saw halted me in place.The room was clean and neat, the curtains pulled wide so that the soft evening light seeped in, casting a golden glow over the rows of small cribs set along the walls.But the cribs.The cribs were empty.No Zarina.No babies.For a moment, I stood there, blinking as if maybe my eyes wer
Chapter Title: Felt Empty(Asher's POV)The moon was high overhead, but I wasn't even aware of it.It had been three days.Three days since my whole world imploded.I was sitting in the Alpha office, sitting behind my desk, and I looked at the pile of papers in front of me.Important stuff. Pack business. Meetings I was supposed to attend.I didn't even pick them up.I couldn't.I simply sat there, empty.Every time I blinked, I could see her face.Zarina.Cradling our babies in her chest.Her eyes full of tears.I gripped the sides of the desk tightly, my knuckles whitening.Where was she now?Was she alright?Were the babies warm enough?Were they nursing well?I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.The quiet in the room was heavy, choking me.I should have noticed earlier.I should have seen how tired she was.How alone.But I didn't.I let her down.I let them down.A soft knock on the door.It was Caleb, one of my fighters."Alpha," he said guardedly, "there's a council wi
Chapter Fifty Four : In the Heart of the BushZarina's POVThe night was dense and heavy around me.The trees towered like dark giants, their leaves whispering secrets I could not hear.Mosquitoes buzzed in fury, biting at my arms, my neck, any flesh they could find.I squatted in the cold bush, back against a tree.I held my babies tight, one on each arm, and the third resting softly on my chest.Their small faces twisted every time a mosquito got too close.I waved my hands weakly, trying to swat the bugs away, but they were relentless.My belly moaned in misery.It had been so long since I'd eaten anything.I could feel my strength slipping away bit by bit.Yet still, I stayed.I would not leave my babies.Tears burned my eyes, yet I would not cry.I could not afford to be weak now."I'm here, my angels," I whispered, kissing each small forehead. "Mommy's here. Mommy won't leave you."But how was I going to protect them like this?I needed food.Something — anything — to keep up my
Chapter Fifty Five : The Bond That Guides MeAsher's POVI couldn't think.I was sitting at my desk, staring at the papers in front of me, but the words weren't registering.All I could see in my head was Zarina's face.All I could hear were my babies' gentle whimpering in my ears, even though the room was silent.Where are they?Are they safe?Are they cold?Are they crying for me?I pushed the chair back so hard it creaked across the floor.I couldn't remain there another minute.I strode out of the office, past the guards and the uneasy glances.I didn't care who saw me.My bond with my children, it was pulling at me — tight and sore, like a rope around my heart.Something in me was believing they were close.Somewhere out there.Waiting.Suffering.I went to the edge of the woods.My feet moved faster than my mind could keep up.I took a deep breath, filling my nostrils with the scent of trees and earth.I closed my eyes."Zarina," I whispered, as if saying her name would magicall
Chapter Fifty Six : Asher's ProtectioZarina's POVThe cold of the night air pierced me as if a thousand needles were pricking my skin, cutting through my thinly dressed clothes. My body trembled with uncontrollable convulsions, not just because of the cold but because of sheer exhaustion. I had not slept for what felt like forever. Pain in my body was becoming a torture, but I could not sleep. I could not sleep when my babies needed me.I had wrapped my arms around them close, their tiny bodies pressed against me for warmth, but it wasn't enough. The wind was too strong, too merciless. The night was too chilly. It was colder than I had ever dreamed that it would be. The bushes that circled around us, which we had taken shelter behind, didn't shield us much. The leaves were stripped from the trees, whispering in the wind like they were taunting me, reminding me that I was so alone. The moonlight fought to get through the branches, casting an unearthly light on the ground. My babies, i
Chapter Fifty Seven : Zarina Asher's POVThe next morning, the world felt different. The cold that had wrapped around me was gone, replaced by heat I didn't know I'd been missing. I woke up to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the leaves, my body still heavy with the fatigue of the night before, but my heart lighter. The babies lay next to me, and Zarina's face was peaceful with a contented sleep I had not seen in a long time. What had occurred yesterday—their disappearance, the terror, and then afterwards, that overwhelming relief—still weighed upon me. But here, nothing could come between me and what I required.I leaned cautiously over to ensure that the children were fine. They were all tucked in the blankets, their tiny breaths flat and steady. I couldn't help but grin, my heart swelling up with love and protection.Zarina was not as fortunate, though. She was fast asleep, and she seemed fragile, the shadow about her eyes depicting the load that she had been carrying so
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
Chapter: Asher and Zarina’s Unspoken FearsI woke to the soft sound of breathing beside me. It was early, and the world outside was shrouded in a quiet morning mist. I rolled over to see Zarina sleeping, her face serene and peaceful. The night had been thick with a weight that I could not shake off, and now the morning felt almost too quiet by comparison.My mind was racing with thoughts of the Red Moon Pack, the threat looming over us, and the stakes. I couldn't allow them to destroy us. I couldn't have my pack injured, but above all, I couldn't lose Zarina.Our bond grew stronger with each passing day, much to her reservations. The healer's words echoed in my mind — the children might not be mine, but I didn't care. I loved them and I loved her, more than she knew herself. But I didn't know how to console her.I smoothed her hair back from her face, my hands on her soft skin. She moved, her eyelids opening, and I could see the fear in them before she had even said anything."You're