LOGINKharl POVThe palace no longer slept.Not really.Even when the halls grew quieter and the torches burned lower, tension still moved beneath everything like something alive. Warriors stood at every entrance now. Patrols rotated twice as often. The guards on the walls no longer spoke casually to each other during shifts.Everyone felt it.The crack Markus left behind.I stood on the upper balcony overlooking the training grounds, my arms folded tightly across my chest as the cold night wind hit my face. Below me, warriors moved in groups carrying lanterns and weapons, preparing to leave again for another search sweep through the outer forest lines.Still nothing.Hours had passed since Markus escaped.And still—Nothing.No fresh scent.No trail.No sighting.That bothered me more than I wanted to admit.Because men like Markus always left traces.Unless they planned not to.My jaw tightened.He planned this.Not just the escape.Everything.The hidden exits.The accomplices.The timin
Third Person POV (Kharl / Celeste / Lydia)The alarm didn’t come softly.It tore through the palace like a wound reopening.First the horns.Then the shouts.Then the running.By the time the words reached the upper halls, they had already changed shape, spreading faster than truth ever could.“Security breach—”“The dungeon—”“Guards down—”“Markus—”Escaped.The word settled over the Pack like poison.Panic followed immediately.Not loud at first.But sharp.Controlled chaos.Warriors flooded the corridors, armor half-fastened, weapons already drawn, eyes scanning as if the enemy might still be inside the walls. Orders were shouted, repeated, contradicted, then corrected again as the chain of command tightened around the situation.No one slept after that.No one could.Because this wasn’t just a failure.It was a crack.And everyone could feel it.—Kharl stood in the center of the command hall, his presence alone enough to steady the chaos around him, even if it did nothing to qui
Markus POVNight had always been my ally.Darkness does something to people. It slows them. Softens their focus. Makes them believe that what they cannot see does not exist.But men like me—We live in the dark.We breathe in it.We wait inside it.And tonight…The dark belonged to me again.I sat chained against the cold stone wall of the dungeon, my head slightly lowered, my breathing slow and controlled. To anyone watching, I looked like a man who had accepted his fate.Defeated.Contained.Broken.That illusion had been necessary.For hours now, I had played the role well.Silent.Unmoving.Watching.Listening.Counting.Every guard that passed.Every shift change.Every footstep that lingered longer than it should.Because no prison is perfect.And no Alpha—no matter how powerful—can watch everything at once.Especially when he believes the threat is already contained.A faint sound echoed through the corridor.Soft.Almost nothing.But I heard it.Of course I did.My lips curled
My head rested against his chest, the steady thump of his heart the only sound in the quiet room. No matter what happens… I won’t let anyone take them again. The thought anchored me, but so did the man holding me. Kharl’s arms were steel and velvet at once—strong enough to crush, gentle enough to heal. I breathed him in, pine and musk and the faint salt of the fear he’d finally let me see.He must have felt the shift in me, because his hand slid up my back, fingers threading into my hair. Slowly, he tilted my face up. Our eyes locked. No words. Just the raw, naked truth between us: we had almost lost everything tonight.Then he kissed me.It started soft—his lips brushing mine like a question, like he was still afraid I might vanish. But the moment I answered, pressing closer, the dam broke. The kiss deepened, turned hungry, desperate. His tongue swept in, claiming my mouth with a low groan that vibrated straight through me. I moaned into him, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him h
Celeste POVFor the first time in days… I was alone.Truly alone.No children clinging to me. No guards standing too close. No whispers in the hallway. No tension pressing in from every direction.Just silence.I stood by the window in my room, staring out into the night. The palace grounds were calm again, but it didn’t feel the same. Nothing did anymore. Even the wind felt different, like it carried the memory of what had happened.My arms wrapped around myself unconsciously.I could still feel it.The ropes.The fear.The sound of Alora crying.Amelia going too quiet.The moment I thought—I might not see my children again.My chest tightened, and I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady my breathing.“I almost lost them…”The words didn’t leave my lips.But they echoed inside me.A soft knock came at the door.My heart skipped.For a second, fear returned so quickly it made my body tense.Then I forced myself to breathe.“It’s just the palace,” I reminded myself.“Come in,” I sa
Ryan POVI watched him more than I wanted to admit.Not because I trusted him.I didn’t.Not fully.Maybe not even halfway.But Kharl had become impossible to ignore inside our lives now. He was there in the mornings when the children came down for breakfast. He was there during training, standing a little distance away as Rune and Blaze practiced basic stances. He was there in the evening when Alora demanded stories and Amelia sat quietly near him like she was still afraid to ask for space, but also afraid to be left out.And Celeste…That was what bothered me most.Celeste was letting him in.Slowly.Carefully.Not with open arms. Not with foolish softness. But still, she was letting him in.At first, she only allowed him near the children when she was present. Then she allowed him to take Alora to the garden for a short walk. Then Rune asked him a question about shifting, and Celeste didn’t interrupt when Kharl answered. Yesterday, Blaze sat beside him for almost ten minutes withou
Ryan POVRyan did not make a plan.He simply adjusted his steps.The council complex had a rhythm to it—delegations moving in predictable patterns between halls, dining chambers, and meeting rooms. Once you observed it long enough, you could almost predict who would pass where and when. Ryan had al
Celeste POVI was in the garden with the children when Ryan found me, seated on the low stone bench beneath the moonwillow. Blaze was trying to climb the tree despite being told—repeatedly—not to. Rune sat cross-legged nearby, carving careful lines into a piece of soft wood, his attention divided b
Kharl’s POVKharl chose the council chamber for the rejection.Not the private quarters. Not the healer’s wing. Not behind closed doors where truth could be bent and buried. He wanted witnesses. He wanted history to remember the moment clearly—without Morwen’s haze, without whispers reshaped into p
Celeste POVWe immediately began to prepare.Not the frantic kind that comes with fear, but the measured, deliberate movements of people who understood the weight of where they were going. Golden Sky Pack did not rush into politics. We armored ourselves with precision, with silence, with intent.Ry







