LOGINAisla’s POV
I tripped over a tree root and went flying.
Behind me, I could hear them crashing through the woods — all three of them. The Alpha’s sons were chasing me like I was some kind of criminal.
Maybe I was. Maybe wanting something I could never have made me a thief.
My lungs burned, but I pushed deeper into the forest. These trees had been my hiding place since I was little — when the other pack kids made fun of me for being weak, when Elaria and her friends called me names, when I needed to cry where no one could see.
The trees knew my secrets. They wouldn’t give me away.
But my wolf was going crazy inside my head. She wanted to stop running. She wanted to go back to them.
To our mates.
“No,” I gasped. “They’re not our mates. They can’t be.”
But even as I said it, I could still feel the electric shock from when Caelan’s fingers brushed my arm. Still taste the memory of Lucien sucking the blood from my cut. Still see the way Kieran’s eyes widened when he first saw me.
The mate bond.
It was real. It was happening. And it was going to ruin everything.
I stumbled into a small clearing and finally stopped. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against a fallen log, gasping for air.
What was I going to do?
I was nobody. Less than nobody. The lowest omega in the pack. I cleaned up after people, stayed quiet, and tried not to cause trouble.
And now I was mated to the three most powerful wolves in the territory.
It was like some kind of cruel joke.
“This is impossible,” I whispered to the empty air. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes like this.”
But what if she did? What if this was all some cosmic error that would get me banished—or killed?
I thought about my mother—the stories the older omegas whispered when they thought I couldn’t hear. How she vanished when I was a baby. How no one would tell me what really happened to her.
What if the same thing happened to me?
A branch snapped behind me.
I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat.
Kieran stepped into the clearing. His clothes were torn from running through the trees, and his hair was messy. But his eyes—bright gold and intense—made my stomach flip.
“Found you,” he said quietly.
“Please,” I whispered. “Just leave me alone.”
“Can’t do that.”
More branches snapped. Lucien appeared on my left, breathing hard. His shirt was ripped, scratches running along his arms. But he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
Then Caelan appeared from my right, completing the circle around me.
I was trapped.
My wolf purred with happiness, but my stomach churned.
“Why did you run?” Caelan asked. His voice was gentle, but I could hear the hurt beneath it.
“Because this is insane,” I said, backing up until I hit the fallen log. “Because you’re the Alpha’s sons and I’m nobody—and this can’t be real.”
“It’s real,” Kieran said. His voice was rough, like he was fighting himself. “Believe me, I wish it wasn’t. But it is.”
That hurt more than it should have. Of course, he wished it wasn’t real. Of course, he didn’t want to be stuck with me.
“The mate bond doesn’t lie,” Lucien said. He was watching me like a predator, but not in a frightening way—more like he was afraid I might vanish.
“But it’s not supposed to work like this,” I said. “One girl, three mates? That’s not how it works.”
“Maybe the rules are changing,” Caelan said softly.
I shook my head. “Your father will never allow it. The pack will never accept it. And Elaria...” I shuddered, remembering the murder in her eyes. “She’s going to kill me.”
“No one’s going to hurt you,” Kieran said, his tone suddenly commanding—Alpha-like. “I won’t let them.”
“You can’t protect me from everyone.”
“Watch us,” Lucien growled.
The way they said it—like they truly meant it—made my chest tighten. Maybe I wasn’t as alone as I thought.
But reality crashed back down.
“This is going to destroy the pack,” I whispered.
“Let it,” Caelan said fiercely. “If the pack can’t handle change, maybe it needs to be destroyed.”
I looked at him—sweet, gentle Caelan—talking about tearing down his own world for me. It was too much.
“I can’t,” I said, forcing myself up. “I can’t be the reason everything falls apart.”
I tried to run again, but Kieran was faster. His hand caught my wrist, stopping me cold.
The moment his skin touched mine, the world exploded.
The mate bond hit me like a wave—not just with Kieran, but with all three of them. It was like being struck by lightning, drowning in fire, and flying through space all at once.
I could feel everything they felt—Kieran’s duty warring with desperate need, Lucien’s anger and protectiveness, Caelan’s gentle love wrapping around me like a warm blanket.
And beneath it all, their wolves calling to mine.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
“Oh,” I gasped, my knees buckling.
Caelan caught me before I fell, his touch sending another shock through the bond. Then Lucien’s hand landed on my shoulder, and I thought I might die from the force of it.
All three links pulsed at once—binding me, consuming me.
“Aisla,” Kieran said, his voice tight. “Look at me.”
I looked up into his bright eyes and saw my entire future there—not just with him, but with all of them.
“How?” I whispered.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But it’s happening.”
“What do we do?” Caelan asked.
None of us had an answer.
The mate ties were growing stronger by the second. I could feel their emotions mixing with mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.
It was beautiful—and terrifying.
“I can’t handle this,” I said, my vision blurring.
“Yes, you can,” Lucien said fiercely. “You’re stronger than you think.”
But I wasn’t strong. I was just a scared omega in way over her head.
The clearing spun. The bonds pulled me in three directions at once, too intense to bear.
“Aisla?” Kieran’s voice sounded far away.
I tried to answer, but no words came.
The last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me was three pairs of glowing eyes staring down at me with fear—and something that looked like... love.
Then the world went black.
But just before I lost consciousness completely, I heard something that made my blood run cold.
Howls in the distance.
Not from my mates.
From other wolves.
Hunte
Mora's POVThe grove was not meant for so many footsteps. It had been built for whispers and for chanting under moonlight, for the quiet stirring of herbs in bowls. Yet today, it carried the weight of warriors and the echo of Aisla's roar.I had watched her fight with them, stand among them and shield them instead of shattering them. I had watched her face them without turning them to ash. My lips had not moved, but I had wanted to smile.Wanted …but I did not.Because victory too soon was as dangerous as defeat.When the warriors left, still murmuring about the Moonblood who had spared them, I stayed. Aisla stayed too, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed red. She swayed on her feet until I snapped my fingers and shoved a wooden stool at her."Sit," I ordered.She sank onto it with sweat dripping down her neck, but her eyes gleamed. "Did you see it, Mora? I didn't hurt him. I held it back."Her voice cracked with pride."I saw it." I stirred the bowl of herbs in my hand, the steam r
Aisla's POVThe grove had always been quiet in a way that clung to my skin and made me forget the world outside. But now the quiet was gone. My days hummed with voices…the bond tugged like a thousand strings in my chest, Mora's chants beat in my ears, and always, always, the echo of that dark whisper from the Seer."Again," Mora snapped as her staff struck the ground so sharply I flinched.I pressed my hands together, and my palms burned as I whispered the chant under my breath. The words were ancient and jagged, foreign against my tongue. Still, I forced them out."Clear the mind. Silence the bond. Still the fire."The chant echoed, and my chest loosened… just a little. The noise dimmed, and the cords to the triplets quieted enough that I could breathe without drowning in them. The Seer's voice was faint, too. It was almost gone."Good," Mora said, though her face never softened. "But your shoulders still tremble. You think silence is absence. It is not. Silence is control."I swallo
The Seer's POVThe hunters were loud tonight. They always were after their leader spoke of conquest. They sharpened their blades with too much force, laughed too hard at their crude jokes, and raised their mugs in a toast to a victory they had not yet earned. Wolves lingered at the edges of the fire, listening with suspicion with their tails low and eyes darting to me when they thought I was not looking.Fools. All of them.I sat away from both camps with my fire pale silver instead of orange and wove threads through the smoke. My fingers moved with quiet precision as I tugged at invisible strands. With each pull, the girl stirred in her sleep. Her dreams were open ground, fertile soil for the poison I fed her.Aisla flinched in her cot miles away. I felt it ripple through the threads like a shiver. My lips curved.Do you see them, child? Do you see your wolves bleed?Images bloomed in her mind. Kieran's throat torn open, Lucien's body chained in silver, Caelan screaming as arrows p
Head Hunter's POVThe firelight painted the scars across my men's faces and coloured the shadows sinking deep into the hollows of their eyes. We sat in the clearing at the edge of Bloodfang territory, the stench of wolf-scent heavy on the wind. Wolves. Even now, the word left a sour taste in my mouth."You've tied us to beasts," Garran spat, his hand never leaving the dagger at his belt. His face was twisted and half-burned from a raid years ago. "You expect us to fight alongside them? I'll soon slit one's throat while he sleeps."Murmurs rose in agreement. Hunters were not wolves. We were not meant to share fire or ground. And yet, here we were.I raised a hand and the camp fell silent. My voice cut through the smoke like steel. "We did not come to bow. We came to claim."One of the younger hunters leaned forward with gleaming eyes. "But you promised them, didn't you? You promised those dogs that if they gave us the Moonblood, we'd leave their lands. Pull back and find another place
Mora's POVThe girl shook like a reed in the wind when I found her, yet I could see the fire in her skin. Her breath came in ragged bursts, but the bond thrummed steady in her chest. Three wolves tied to her as surely as veins tied to a heart.I guided her back to the grove. She didn't resist but leaned on me as though her bones had melted. When we reached the stones, I lowered her onto the earth and lit the circle with a snap of my fingers. The flames came alive in a pale glow, and the shadows bent away.Her eyes glimmered at me. "It doesn't stop, Mora. Even now, I hear her.""The Seer," I said flatly.She nodded. "She whispers. She shows me things. My mates are dying. The pack is burning. I wake, and I'm already bleeding."I poured water into a bowl and set it before her. "Drink it. Slowly."She lifted the bowl with trembling hands. The water left trails down her chin, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand."You think it is weakness," I said, "to bleed, to hear voices, t
Aisla's POVThe night after the battle remained clear in my head. It was filled with smoke, blood, and the stunned faces of wolves who once saw me as a servant. But in that moment, I was something else entirely. Something they could not name without trembling.And now here I was, back in the training yard.The air was filled with the clang of steel and the thud of bodies against the ground. The warriors sparred in pairs and flashed their claws as their muscles strained. I stood among them with tense shoulders, pretending I belonged."Again," barked the drill master. His eyes darted toward me sceptically before he snapped his attention back to the line of soldiers. "Form up. Defensive stance."I shifted my weight and mimicked the others. My training with Mora had been different, and I had forgotten some steps and movements I learnt before I went into hiding after Thorne tried to kill me. My arms ached from hours of training, but I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. If I faltered, they w







