I sat in the same spot, frozen.Alexander hadn't even glanced at me earlier, not when he was guiding Victoria into the healer’s chambers, his whole demeanor screaming protectiveness.And now, here I was, peering mindlessly at the tiled floor of the medical wing, the biting reality of their connection twisting like a knife in my gut. His warm, attentive gestures toward Victoria felt like a mocking contrast compared to the cold indifference he'd shown me for days—no, months.I couldn’t breathe. No matter how much air I dragged into my lungs, it wasn’t enough to soften the ache building in my chest.I needed to leave.But as if fate enjoyed savoring my misery, the closed door to the healer’s chambers swung open. The sound reverberated through the quiet space, wrenching my attention upward straight into Alexander’s piercing golden eyes.He stopped the moment he saw me.His expression darkened in an instant, his Alpha power surging faintly as his wolf stirred beneath the surface. Behind him
(Grace's POV)"She pushed me!" Victoria wailed, her emerald eyes shimmering with tears that seemed ready to spill. Her voice trembled, as if each word caused her pain. "She pushed me during my heart episode."I stood frozen, a cold knot forming in my stomach. Her sobs sliced through the silence of the room, loud and damning."I didn’t—” My voice faltered under the weight of her accusation.Before I could defend myself, Alexander loomed over me. His broad form radiated pure rage, his golden eyes glowing red as his wolf surged to the surface.My throat tightened as his furious gaze pinned me in place. "You—" His voice was a low growl drenched in anger.He grabbed my shoulders and slammed me against the wall. The impact stole my breath, pain radiating through my body. His strength was too much, and my knees buckled."What did you do, Grace?" he snarled, his voice shaking with fury."I didn’t push her!" I cried, struggling against his iron grip. "She’s lying!""Why should I believe you?" H
(Grace's POV)Lucas’s omega sanctuary was a haven. Small, quiet, and safe. But the second Alexander walked into the warm, calm space, his presence destroyed all of that.His golden eyes burned with restrained anger, his broad silhouette dominating the room. The peaceful energy seemed to shrink away from him, replaced by tension that made my chest tight.“I’m taking you back,” he said, his voice low, harsh, and commanding.There were no pleasantries. No questions. Just an order.Lucas stiffened beside me, his amber eyes flickering nervously between us. “She’s resting, Alpha,” he said carefully, his tone polite but firm. “Her condition—"Alexander’s glare silenced him instantly. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” he cut in sharply.Lucas's hands balled into fists at his sides. His usual calm expression cracked just slightly, his jaw tightening. But he stepped aside, his gaze lowering reluctantly.He looked at me instead, his expression softening. “If you need anything…” he whisper
(Grace's POV)The room was dim, lit only by the faint moonlight streaming through the wide balcony windows. Shadows danced along the luxurious furnishings, highlighting the opulence that surrounded us.I lay frozen, tangled in silk sheets that felt more like chains than comfort. Alexander’s form was still beside me, his broad chest rising and falling steadily.I stared at the intricate patterns carved into the canopy above the bed, trying to will my racing heart to calm. But the events of the night refused to leave me.His touch still lingered on my skin, warm yet so unbearably distant. I had wanted it to mean something—it had always meant something to me—but I knew better now.His golden eyes, fierce yet filled with confusion, flashed in my mind. The way they had bore into mine during the heat of the moment was etched into my memory.There was desire, yes, but it wasn’t the love I craved. It was dominance, possession, obsession—everything except what I truly needed.I turned my head s
(Grace’s POV)Morning sunlight seeped through the curtains in jagged lines, casting uneven patches of brightness on the wooden floor. My suitcase was still open on the edge of my bed, half-packed and surrounded by scattered clothes. I hadn’t even had the strength to finish.A loud, deliberate knock echoed through the sanctuary, shattering the quiet. It wasn’t gentle. It demanded attention.I opened the door cautiously and found Dominic standing tall, his sharp amber eyes locking onto mine with scrutiny. His presence filled the space instantly, making the small room feel even smaller. Beside him stood Beta James, his perfectly tailored jacket crisp and his gray eyes cold, giving nothing away.“Grace,” Dominic greeted, his tone as smooth and sharp as a blade. “Helena sent us to escort you to the mansion.”I blinked, my hands tightening slightly on the edge of the door. “Escort me?”“Yes,” Dominic said plainly, stepping inside without so much as waiting for an invitation. “She insists.”I
(Grace's POV)I stood silent under the piercing weight of Helena’s gaze. The tension in the room was suffocating, Sophia’s earlier tantrum now reduced to shaky breaths as she shrank away from Helena's commanding presence."Sophia..." Helena’s voice was soft but deadly, a tone that sent shivers through everyone gathered. "You accuse your Luna with no evidence? Do you think the bonds of this pack, the laws that bind us, are yours to twist for your petty grievances?""She’s not—" Sophia started, but the words died in her throat as Helena’s piercing violet-gold eyes turned on her, practically glowing with raw power."You dare?" Helena’s words cut through her like a blade. The air shifted, heavy with an ancient energy I’d never felt before.Sophia recoiled, her wolf rising in instinctual submission. Her defiance faltered as Helena took a step closer, her aura blooming, suffocating."This is what happens when discipline is ignored," Helena continued, her sharp tone sending whispers through t
(Alexander’s POV)James's words echoed in my head. They sprawled in my mind like wildfire, impossible to extinguish. I gripped the edge of the table, my claws itching beneath my skin. The idea burned me alive.“She visited a specialist that treats pregnant female wolves.”Pregnant. That word. It was like a key turned inside me, unlocking emotions I wasn’t prepared for. My breathing hitched, and my heartbeat thundered in my chest. My wolf stirred, awakening with sharp intensity.Was it true?My fists clenched as I fought for control. My wolf practically howled within me, pushing forward, his excitement radiating through my body. Mate. Pups. Ours!Flashes of Grace filled my thoughts—her pale face, her trembling hands, the way her breaths had seemed shallow recently. The nausea. The stiffness in her movements. The way her hand sometimes drifted instinctively to her stomach…Could it be?My grip on the table tightened. My claws dug grooves into the wood. "Why didn’t she tell me?" The words
(Alexander’s POV)"A blue healer’s crystal necklace," the rogue said, his voice shaky, his chains rattling from where he sat restrained. "She wore it. Glowed faintly against her chest. I swear!"I froze, my body stiff, and my wolf stirred uneasily. "A blue one?" I repeated, my tone sharp and harsh.The rogue nodded frantically. "Yes, Alpha. Ancient, like something only one who knows the old ways would have..."Blue. That crystal. My mind went straight to Victoria. Her necklace was a blue healer’s crystal.I took a breath, my chest tight with unease. Her necklace had always seemed faintly pulsating with life, unlike any regular ornament. Could it be?"What else did she say? Did she tell you her name?"The rogue shook his head violently. "No name. Just instructions. And an aura... dangerous, controlled, cunning—like she wasn’t afraid of you at all."Heat licked up through me, my wolf growling angrily in my chest. "Alpha," Beta James interrupted gently from the corner of the room, his ton
(Grace's POV)The vibrant hum of conversation filled the post-auction reception hall, but it felt like static to me. My steps faltered slightly as I maneuvered through the crowded room, searching for a quiet corner.My hands instinctively brushed the flowing fabric of my ceremonial robe, seeking grounding as my thoughts fluttered between exhaustion and unease.The crystals I had worked so hard to reclaim now rested safely, but my body demanded more than relief. The weight of the evening’s events—of Alexander's fury, Dominic’s subtle interest, and the ever-looming presence of Victoria—rattled my already fragile endurance.Find calm, I scolded myself, settling down at a small table near the window. A part of me longed to retreat to the sanctuary of neutral territory. My dormant wolf only amplified that yearning, her usual protective warmth replaced with aching silence.The hunger pangs began gnawing quietly, a reminder I couldn't ignore. Pregnancy. This delicate, fragile state magnified
(Alexander’s POV)The moment she stepped into the room, every fiber of my being tightened. Grace didn’t belong out there, surrounded by prying eyes and lurking predators. She belonged here, with me, in the space that still carried faint traces of her scent.Her formal attire was understated compared to the others in tonight’s auction, but it struck me like lightning. The flowing fabric hugged her frame in ways that made my wolf stir with a possessiveness I barely kept in check.“Alexander,” she started, her voice steady, but I could hear the exhaustion layered beneath it. The fire in her eyes hadn’t dimmed entirely, though it flickered faintly, much like the pulse of irritation skimming along the bond between us.I crossed my arms, leaning casually by the desk though my chest churned with agitation. “Six million,” I said flatly, narrowing my eyes. “Do you think spending through pack resources will go unnoticed?”Her chin lifted defiantly. “Do you think selling what isn’t yours to begin
(Grace's POV)The figure stepped closer under the soft moonlight, his presence commanding but not overwhelming. I straightened instinctively, my hand brushing against my abdomen as if my pups could sense the looming shift in energy. His scent, a blend of cedar and frost, marked him as Alpha, though it wasn’t one I immediately recognized.Lucas, ever vigilant, stepped half a pace closer to me, his omega instincts sharpening. “Can we help you?” His tone was polite but edged with caution.The man inclined his head slightly, a gesture that carried more weight than words. “Forgive the intrusion. Ryan Stone, Alpha of White Claw Territory.” His deep voice carried the distinct resonance of authority, but something about its warmth set him apart from the other Alphas I’d met.My eyes narrowed. White Claw Territory bordered ours; though not as large or as powerful as Crimson Moon, it had a reputation for elite warriors. Yet his appearance lacked any display of arrogance.“You’re far from your la
(Grace's POV)The room felt suffocating as I paced back and forth, my restless fingers tugging at the edges of my robe.Every now and then, my eyes darted toward the small box containing what few personal items I’d been able to pack upon leaving our den. My thoughts churned, refusing to settle.The crystals. My healing crystals.Each one carried a piece of me—my energy carefully infused over countless nights when I worked in secret. Crystals meant not merely to heal but to protect, to save. Alexander had taken them. Or more accurately, they’d been gathered under his orders in preparation for tonight’s artifact auction.I clenched my fists, a low pulse of anger burning through me. How could he be so careless? Did he even understand their true significance?My gaze lingered on the faint glow of the sky visible through the window. Tiny stars blinked back, indifferent to my growing distress. Somewhere out there, Alexander would be preparing for tonight’s event, likely without even a passin
(Grace's POV)The weight of Alexander’s calm, authoritative voice carried through the comms crystal. “Grace, authorize the transaction,” he said again, his tone sharp but controlled.A bitter laugh formed in the back of my throat, though I didn’t let it out. I clutched the crystal tightly, the edges pressing into my skin. Did he even hear himself? Did he comprehend what he was asking, or how it sounded?Lucas was already watching my face, eyebrows raised in curiosity—and maybe caution. His amber eyes sparkled with both concern and anticipation.“Alexander,” I started, my voice deceptively soft. “You want me to authorize a frivolous purchase? For Sophia? Using resources you granted me?”“Yes.” His answer was immediate, lacking hesitation. “Do it. Now.”It wasn’t a request. It was an order.My grip on the crystal tightened. The audacity of it sent a surge of heat straight to my chest.“You know,” I said slowly, eyes narrowing as I glanced over at Victoria and Sophia. Victoria was speakin
(Grace's POV)The streets of neutral territory bustled with the hum of a thousand stories. Wolves from packs across the lands came together here, their lives interwoven for these brief moments beneath shared moonlight.Lucas walked beside me, his excitement practically radiating off his lean frame. His amber eyes darted between shop windows as he nudged me playfully.“Look there!” Lucas exclaimed, pointing ahead. His voice carried a teasing lilt. “That one—it’s calling you. Regal, stunning, and commanding enough to remind everyone just who you are.”I rolled my eyes, though a smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “I don’t need to command anything, Lucas,” I replied softly. The weight behind my words hung heavier than I intended. “I just need something appropriate for the auction. Nothing more.”“Oh, darling,” Lucas said dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Don’t sell yourself short. You don’t just need robes—you deserve to shine brighter than any star in that ro
(Victoria's POV)I gasped as the air along my private den shifted.The rippling energy lacing the space cracked and recoiled as Alexander's Alpha power surged in, ripping past my wards like they were nothing. My breath hitched, and I stumbled, clutching the fabric of my robes. The rogue’s scent—still faintly clinging to me—practically screamed for exposure.No. This couldn’t happen. Not yet. I needed time to cleanse it. Time to cover my tracks.“Alpha,” I said in the softest, most desperate tone I could muster. My voice trembled with helplessness. “I—I wasn’t expecting…”“Expecting?” His voice dripped with ice.I turned slowly to face him, my heart pounding against my ribcage like it was trying to escape. The moment our eyes met, my pulse froze.His golden eyes burned with intensity, barely containing the red that threatened to bleed into them. His wolf had emerged partially, making every fiber of his presence oppressive and suffocating.“Expecting what, Victoria? That I’d find the mar
(Alexander's POV)The Silver Moon Bar buzzed with muted conversations and the clinks of glasses. Yet, I heard none of it. My wolf paced wildly beneath the surface, restless and agitated. The moon-blessed wine in front of me offered no solace. It barely dulled the chaos in my mind.I sat at the corner table with Beta James and Alpha Ryan, a visiting pack leader whose sharp eyes missed nothing. He sipped his drink leisurely, as if he wasn’t weighing every crack in my façade.“Alpha,” James started cautiously. His voice carried the kind of edge that meant he was about to tread into unwelcome territory. “Have we done enough to investigate the rogue attack on Luna Grace? There’s something off about it.”My jaw tightened. Grace’s name twisted something inside me, something I couldn’t name. I gripped the glass harder than necessary.“It’s handled,” I said curtly. Yet, even as the words left my mouth, they felt hollow. Lies told more to soothe myself than anyone else.James frowned but didn’t
(Grace’s POV)The tension sat thick between us in the hospital wing. Alexander looked at me, his golden eyes unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. His presence, even without movement, suffocated the air in the room. The untouched soup sat on the table between us.“Are you going to tell me why you’re still upset?” His voice was low but sharp, each word cutting into me.“Upset?” I echoed, keeping my tone as even as I could, though my grip tightened on the table’s edge. “Upset doesn’t even begin to cover it, Alexander.”He raised a brow, tilting his head slightly. The motion, so effortless, made heat rise in my chest. “Do tell, Grace. I’d love to hear your reasoning behind this… mood.”There it was. That signature calm arrogance. The same tone he used when dismissing something, or someone, he didn’t take seriously. My nails dug into the wood beneath my palm.“This ‘mood,’ as you call it, has something to do with the rogues that tried to kill me two days ago. Or have you forgotten alr