LOGINMarcus’s POVI was seven years old when I learned that monsters were real and they were not the ones from children’s stories.Or the creatures hiding beneath beds, The real monsters wore human faces and carried swords and guns.My mother loved stories every night without fail, she would sit beside my bed and tell me one.I remembered those nights more clearly than anything else from my childhood. The warmth of the fireplace.The scent of jasmine that always clung to her clothes and the softness of her voice, back then, the world still felt safe.Back then, I still believed parents lived forever.I was curled beneath my blankets when she entered my room that evening Immediately I sat up.“Story?”My mother laughed, the sound was warm and musical.“You never get tired of them.”“No.”She sat beside me and I instantly climbed into her lap. Her arms wrapped around me automatically.I was safe.“What story tonight?” I asked herHer eyes sparkled. “The Veilborn.”My face lit up. “The magic
Hansel’s POVElise’s kingdom was beautiful, the Alpha and Luna were lovely and very corperative.The lake was one of the places I loved to visit, Elliot had shown it to me when we arrived here.The water stretched across the valley like liquid silver beneath the evening sky. The sun was setting painting the horizon with shades of gold and orange.It was very beautiful.The exact opposite of the chaos inside my head.I sat beneath an old willow tree and hugged my knees to my chest.Everything had changed so quickly one minute I was in the pack serving Mila wnd the next i was here and Mila was my best friend and I have three mates.I groaned and buried my face in my hands.Of course my fate would choose the second mos powerful Alpha King in existence and the close men of the most powerful Alpha in existence.Of course.Because apparently the Moon Goddess enjoyed making my life more difficult.A small laugh escaped me. For years I hadn’t been able to feel my mate bond. My mother’s spell
Hansel’s POVI loved going to the market The market was my favorite place in the entire kingdom, not because it was beautiful.Certainly not because it smelled good.Half the time it smelled like fish, livestock, and sweat.But it felt alive and after years trapped inside Gregory’s house and then Isobel’s palace, feeling alive was something I appreciated.The streets bustled with merchants shouting prices of items and children darted between stalls.For a few precious hours, I could pretend I was normal, just another girl walking through the crowd.Not a hidden witch or a servant.Not someone carrying secrets beneath her skin.Just Hansel.I liked that feeling.So when Mila asked me to pick up a few things from the market that afternoon, I volunteered immediately.I carried a basket against my hip as I wandered through the stalls. Today was supposed to be peaceful.The Goddess clearly had other plans, a familiar voice suddenly echoed behind me.“Well, look what crawled out of the
Hansel’s POVI never intended to become attached to Mila.In fact, I had planned the opposite, keep my distance, do my work and stay invisible.It was the only thing that kept me alive inside Isobel’s palace but Mila made that difficult because she was kind and kindness was dangerous.She would smile at me even when I was being mean, and would always treat me with care unlike the other wolves.The day of Alpha Knox’s coronation arrived with a lot of chaos.Servants raced through the halls carrying flowers, decorations, trays of food, and the palace buzzed with excitement.The pack was also filled with excitement everyone was happy to make Knox the new Alpha and I overhead him forcefully tell Mila when to arrive as his Luna.I didnt kmow much about their love story but I knew they hated each other, Mila screamed that to his face everyday.I was in her room that morning dusting shelves and folding clothes. The room smelled faintly of lavender candles.Unlike the rest of the palace, it
Hansel’s POVThe first time the man hit me, I was nine.The second time, I was fourteen and I had gotten so used to the beatings that I stopped crying.His name was Gregory.He was a large Delta wolf with a permanent scowl and a drinking problem.His wife, Martha, wasn’t much better, she was an abuser and a drunk just like her husband.They had three mean sons that’s made my life hell on a daily basis.Being a witch wolf meant my wolf was very small almost non existent, so they assumed I was wolf less and hurt me everyday.The day Gregory carried me into their home, I thought maybe fate had finally shown me mercy.I was wrong.At first they fed me and gave me a corner to sleep in and some old clothes to wear.For a few days I actually believed they were helping me.Then reality hit me hard “Get up!”A bucket of cold water slammed into my face and I gasped awake.Martha stood over me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.The sky outside was still dark.“I’m awake,” I whisper
Hansel’s POVThe first thing my mother taught me was how to hide, it wasn’t how to fight or cast spells, it was to survive.Because witches like us didn’t survive by being powerful. We survived by never being found.And even then sometimes that wasn’t enough.I was eight years old when my childhood ended.The memory still haunted me everyday since then and it felt like a punishment.Sometimes when I looked into a mirror and saw pieces of my mother staring back at me.Back then, life was simple.Our village sat hidden deep in the southern forests, we were all witches and we had magic woven quietly into everyday life.Nobody outside our village knew we existed.Or at least that was what we believed.I slept peacefully that night beneath a patchwork blanket my mother had made. The smell of lavender candles filled our little home.A storm rumbled faintly outside theb someone shook my shoulder hard.“Hansel.” I groaned.“Mama”“Hansel.”Her voice sounded panicked and fear shot through my s
Mila’s POV…..I sang a song my dad would always sing for me when I was down after being bullied in school and tears filled my eyes. I miss you dad , I whispered Rina stirred faintly in my mind, sensing my sadness.I swallowed the tightness in my throat.“Stop,” I whispered to myself. “You’re no
Mila’s POV…..The moment the jet doors opened, cold air rushed inside.It smelled different here.If I said I missed the air I would be lying.My heart clenched before I even stepped out.Crescent Moon Pack.Home.Three years later, I was back after killing a pack mate and running away.I hesitate
Knox’s POV…….The quiet hum of the private jet was the only sound filling the cabin.I sat across from Mila, pretending to focus on the documents open on my laptop, but my attention kept drifting back to her.She had fallen asleep sometime during the flight.Her head rested against the soft leathe
Mila’s POV….I woke up to the faint golden light spilling through the tall windows of my room.The estate was quiet as usual, I took my bathe and wore my comfy clothes for travelling.Today was the day.The day we would leave for Crescent Moon.The day I would see my father.And the day I would ha







