“What in Moon Goddess’ name... is this true?” Lucy gasped, covering her mouth with both hands in shock.
“Yes. Well... that could be the only plausible explanation,” Jo said, rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease the throbbing headache blooming behind her eyes. “I try my best to cover my scent in all my clothes and belongings. But when I gave you my spare clothes earlier... I forgot. And I didn’t expect you to come out to the kitchen so fast.”
“But if you really are Alpha Jayden’s mate, why not just tell him?” Lucy chirped, her blue eyes shining brightly — a light Jo had never seen in her before. It made Jo smile weakly. “Even if we’re omegas, a mate bond is sacred. It's above all werewolf laws.”
“Lucy, it’s a lot more complicated than you think.” Jo’s voice softened. “And it’s better if you don’t know the full story. I’m just asking you to play along. Pretend to be Alpha Jayden’s mate for a while. I’ll give you all of my scented clothes, and we’ll drag this out long enough to make our escape. In a few months, we can leave this pack and find our freedom.” Jo paused, watching Lucy carefully. “I can even give you some of my savings.”
Lucy immediately shook her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. If you’re planning to leave, you’ll need your savings. I’m just worried... what if this plan is dangerous for me? I don’t like dangerous games. I like to lie low.”
“I understand,” Jo said gently. “And I won’t force you. But know this — even if you say no, Gina and her minions will make your life hell for the next two years. Turning twenty-one is still very, very, VERY far away for you. But if you agree... we’ll be free much sooner.” Jo leaned closer, her voice lowering to a whisper. “I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe.”
Lucy hesitated for only a moment before squaring her shoulders.
Jo’s face broke into a wide grin as she tapped her fingers excitedly on the wooden table.
“I don’t mind sleeping here.” Lucy beamed. “It’s way better than the basement. But... won’t people get suspicious? What if we just mind-link to each other instead?”
“NO!” Jo’s sudden scream made Lucy jump. Jo quickly cleared her throat, trying to mask her panic.
“Oh... I didn’t know. I’m sorry, Jo—” Lucy paused. “I mean, Jolene.”
Jo chuckled warmly. “You can call me Jo. It’s fine.”
A wave of relief washed over Lucy. It had been so long since she called someone by a nickname. After the murder... after the accusations... no one wanted to hear her voice, let alone speak to her. She had become the cursed she-wolf.
But now...
Her heart fluttered at the thought. Freedom in a few months? YES, PLEASE.
“So, are you ready to move in?” Jo asked, noticing the gleam in Lucy’s eyes.
“Yes! I’ll grab my things from the basement. I’ll be back soon!” Lucy chirped, practically skipping out the door.
“Wait, Lucy!” Jo called after her.
“Close your eyes for a second,” Jo said. “I need to rub my scent on you. Remember — Alpha Jayden has to believe you’re his mate.”
Lucy obediently shut her eyes. Jo quickly brushed her scent over Lucy’s shoulders and neck, murmuring softly, “All done. Be quick now.”
Lucy smiled to herself as she walked down the pebbled path, the cool breeze brushing her skin.
Maybe they weren’t friends yet... but they were working together.
She could almost taste freedom now. She dreamed of settling in the human towns, finding a small job, living quietly — anything would be better than this prison.
As she made her way toward the basement, Lucy suddenly froze.
Voices.
She darted behind a nearby bush, crouching low to hide.
“Welcome to our pack. We are honored to be graced by the royal guards and commanders,” she heard the former Alpha’s voice say, full of fake flattery.
Lucy peeked through the leaves. A tall man clad in heavy silver armor stood with several equally intimidating soldiers behind him.
And beside them, standing poised and powerful, was Alpha Jayden.
Lucy’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Had he seen her?
Please no.
She held her breath until the voices faded down the path. Then, moving as quietly as possible, she stepped out from her hiding spot — only to feel a strong hand close around her arm and yank her backward.
“Hi there, mate,” a low voice murmured into her ear. “Trying to be sneaky now?”
Lucy’s breath caught as she looked up — straight into the emerald eyes of Alpha Jayden.
Her whole body stiffened under his intense gaze. His aura weighed down on her, forcing her to lower her eyes in submission. Her wolf whimpered quietly inside her, instinctively reacting to the dominance — because she wasn't truly his mate. She had no real shield against it.
Jayden cupped her face, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.
His eyes...
Her heart pounded wildly as she caught the messy strands of his dark brown hair falling into his sharp, clenched jawline. Every she-wolf in the pack wanted this man, craved to be in his arms.
And here he was — looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered.
“You like what you see?” Jayden teased, his lips curling into a smirk.
Lucy’s cheeks flushed crimson. She could barely form a coherent thought, let alone an answer.
Just a few hours ago, he had hated her.
Before she could say anything, Jayden leaned in and brushed a feather-light kiss against the side of her neck — right over her marking spot.
"See you around, little mate," he whispered against her skin, sending chills down her spine.
And just like that, Alpha Jayden turned and disappeared into the night, leaving Lucy standing alone on the path — dazed, breathless, and completely wrecked.
There was a tension over the Ice Warrior Pack so thick it almost felt alive—like even the wind had gone quiet, listening.Caleb stood at the edge of the pack house steps, his silver hair catching the pale light as he scanned the tree line. Beside him, Lucy stood stiff, arms wrapped tightly over her chest. She wasn’t cold. She was bracing. For what, she didn’t know yet—but her wolf already sensed the shift in the air.Then—crunch.Snow cracked under approaching footsteps.Dante emerged from the trail, cloak billowing behind him like smoke. His eyes glowed with that storm-dark rage that only meant one thing: his wolf was just under the surface, barely held back. The power rolling off him made the snow around his boots hiss, like even nature flinched from him.Lucy took an unconscious step closer to Caleb. Her throat tightened. Dante’s presence wasn’t just commanding—it was feral. The kind that made the air press against your lungs, like it was warning you to mind your tone.Caleb steppe
Snow blanketed everything in the Ice Warrior Pack. Thick, soft, and white. Lucy stood at the edge of the balcony, her arms wrapped in a warm cloak. It still smelled like lavender and something warm and old—magic, probably.She had spent the last three days in the Ice Warrior territory, and it was... peaceful. Healing, even. Time seemed to slow down here; long walks in the snow with Caleb’s wolf trailing just behind hers, Emery dashing through frozen trees with a joy Lucy hadn’t felt in years. Quiet evenings watching Caleb spar shirtless in the training field while pretending she wasn’t watching.She needed this.After everything that happened with Peter—no, not Peter. Not her father. Just the man who tried to destroy her….But here, in a land of frost and blue light, she began to sew herself back together.She had met Caleb’s parents on her first night, still half-shivering from the tension she hadn’t let go of yet.Alyce had met her at the doorway with a warm smile and glowing finger
The corridor behind Alpha Don’s chambers was colder than Jo expected. Torchlight flickered across damp stone, and the deeper they went, the more the air seemed to press against her chest. Pat walked ahead, her steps unhurried.“No guards today,” she said softly, glancing back with a grin. “Must be our lucky night.”Jo didn’t smile. Her instincts were prickling. The door at the end of the corridor loomed like it had been waiting for them. Pat took out a rusted key from beneath her collar and slid it into the lock.The sound it made as it turned—like bones grinding—set Jo’s teeth on edge. Then the door creaked open. The chamber was vast, circular, and lined with ancient shelves. The scent of burnt sage, and something metallic—filled the air. Jo stepped inside slowly, eyes adjusting.“This is where you found it?”Pat nodded. “He never comes here. Not anymore.”They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room.Upon it sat a thick, dusty tom
The faint scent of books and dust still clung to Jo’s clothes as she trailed her fingers across the spines of ancient tomes. The library was pitch black, lit only by a single golden torch hovering above her table. She’d lost track of how long she’d been flipping through records—most written in languages she could only half-decipher. None of them mentioned Malrik. None of them mentioned Hades.A quiet shuffle made her pause. She tensed.Don stood in the doorway, arms folded casually, his voice like velvet wrapped in stone. “Still chasing ghosts?”She shut the book with a soft thud, eyes unreadable. “Some ghosts matter.”He stepped inside. “You’ve been here all afternoon. You should eat.”Jo hesitated, but nodded. “Fine.”Dinner was served in a hushed, candlelit chamber. The table was long, the plates polished, but the food might as well have been ash.He drank slowly, savoring the wine as he leaned back in his chair. “Found anything useful”Jo blinked. “There were some useful informati
Jo wasn’t sure what unnerved her more—the way the air grew colder the closer they got to the Wind Warrior Pack… or the way Alpha Don had been speaking ever since they left.She sat across from him, watching his profile as the forests of the Royal palace blurred past. He hadn’t said much for the past hour, until—“My brother used to love these woods.”Jo glanced up. “You’ve never mentioned a brother.”Don gave a tight-lipped smile. “There’s a lot I don’t mention.”His gaze didn’t shift from the window, but his voice turned heavier, like something long buried was bubbling to the surface.“We were twins. Predicted to follow different paths, one good, one evil.” A cold laugh escaped him. “The Goddess doesn’t like to choose, so she left it up to us. We grew up competing for everything.”Jo frowned. “What happened to him?”Don finally turned to her. His eyes, usually unreadable, were suddenly sharp. Haunted.“I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering.Bef
Peter hung limp in the chains, his shirt long gone, his chest smeared with bruises, old cuts, and filth. A ghost of the man who had she has once called father.....Caleb was silent beside her. His body hummed with quiet rage, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Not yet.“Start from the beginning,” he said after a long beat.Peter didn’t move at first. Then slowly, like a marionette tugged to life, he lifted his head.His eyes, bloodshot and ringed with purple, found Lucy.He smiled.“Well,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “The cursed child finally returns.”Lucy didn’t blink. “Tell me the truth.”Peter tilted his head, cracking his neck with an audible pop. “Truth? Funny thing for you to ask, considering you’ve been living a lie your whole life.”Her fingers curled at her sides.“I didn’t kill her,” Lucy said softly. “And you knew it.”Peter’s lip curled. “Of course I did.”The words hit like ice water. Sharp. Immediate. Tears threatening to spill.Lucy staggered a step.“You… knew,