Elena's PovI doubled up, clutching my stomach as it hurt and as though I had been slicing dozens of razors through it. I would think people would suspect I was in heat, but no, I was suffering due to another man's error. My husband was bedding another woman right before my eyes. Without any consideration whether I shall live or perish.Tears flowed from my eyes as I stood and viewed them, their bodies entangled together on our bed. My knees trembled beneath me, about to give way at any time. The hallway whirled around me as another wave of agony swept over my stomach."James," I whispered, speaking so softly I barely heard my own voice.My husband rolled his head leisurely, his eyes catching mine in the doorway. Instead of shock or shame, his face displayed no more than irritable discomfort, as though I had caught up with him midway through an unexciting phone call and not while he was betraying our marriage vows."Elena." With a sigh, he made no secret of it. "You're back early."Sh
Elena's Pov "Is my baby okay?"The words slipped from my mouth before I could even open my eyes. Shaken by my motherly instinct, it had lingered while I was still even unconscious. The steady beeping of the monitor increased, matching the wildness of my heartbeat.White ceiling. Smell of antiseptic. Hospital.I noticed a doctor standing beside me, clutching a clipboard in his hand, and his expression masked with empathy. I just hoped and pleaded quietly to anything that could help that it wasn't what I was thinking."Mrs. Spencer," the doctor began, his voice restrained in a way that can only deliver bad news. "I am Dr. Andrews."My hands instinctively went to my stomach. Flat. Empty. Where there had been the firm fullness of being alive, there was now only softness. "I'm afraid we were unable to save your child." He said, the words falling from his lips like a stone sinking underwater.The words hit me like invisible bricks. My child...was dead."You had a placental abruption," the
Elena's Pov "Please, James," I begged, legs throbbing against the chill of the cold marble beneath me as I knelt at his feet. "Where would I be? What would I be doing?" James gazed down at me, his features twisted between that boredom and slight irritation, as though I was some wayward dog rummaging through scraps. Beside him, Sophia sneered, one hand wrapped possessively around his. "That is beside the point, Elena," she replied, studying her trimmed nails. "You may take your leave back to Mother and Father. Although they would no doubt be extremely. Disappointed at your failure." Their warning made another wave of nausea wash over me. They'd been so happy when I married the next Northern Range Pack Alpha. The status, the safety, the bloodlines—all of those down the drain now. They would be heartbroken at the shame. "I can continue to be of use," I pleaded, loathing the whiny quality of my tone but unable to stop it. "I can continue to serve the pack differently. I can—" "Sto
lykan POV " He hasn't kept up his end of the bargain." Dominic’s voice pierced the tense silence of the council room, his cold judgment hanging over us like acrid smoke. As my Beta, his voice carried the weight of formal disapproval. I didn’t reply immediately. I stood, gazing out the window—the floor-to-ceiling glass of my mountain stronghold hands behind my back, my figure outlined against the stormcloud masses gathering on the horizon. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, and for an instant, I saw the blade-sharp planes of my face, the scar of silver cutting through my left eyebrow, and the chill calculation of my gray eyes reflected in the glass. “Alpha, the Blood moon is three days, hence. The Northern Range Pack had offered one of the Spencer sisters as your Luna before that. They are stalling. They are stalling through James Spencer.” “I know,” I whispered, my voice dark and ominously subtle. Slowly, I turned, and the three council members who stood at the long table of bla
Elena's Pov The brush scratched against the white marble floor, the knees burning from hours spent crawling around on hands and knees over the vastness of the Alpha's personal chamber. I sweated, and the drops trickled down my back, forcing the wispy cotton shirt against me. Three days I'd been here, three days since I was demoted to the omega quarters, the lowest tier of the pack. The heavy door creaked wide behind me and the icy blast of air made me jump and quiver. I did not need to look up to know who it was. Her perfume, the expensive bottle I had forgotten on the bed, announced her arrival before the mocking voice. "Ah, ah. The mighty finally fell." She mocked. Sophia walked into the room, marching squarely along the floor I'd just mopped, designer shoes making smudgy footprints on the tile. I clamped down on my tongue, eyes fixed on the marble floor. "Nothing to say, little sister?" She padded around me, her silver pendant scraping against the sunlight that streamed
Elena PovThe cold door slammed behind me, and the echo was a reminder that I was all alone and dying. I curled myself up in a ball to reduce the cold, but to no avail, feeling the dampness of my blood soak the shirt I had on. I trembled on the cold floor against my skin, but I wasn't trembling because of the cold; no, my body was shaking out of furiousness. No one was coming to save me Not my parents Not James Not my dead mother. I was utterly alone, and the cold air made me shiver. I tried to warm myself up as much as possible, but nothing worked. Was I really going to die here? Never knowing the truth.I couldn't die here. I couldn't even scream. My voice was low from the cold. I watched as more blood flowed out of my fresh C-section wound that was supposed to be healing. Then something sparked inside of me, I felt something or someone. My wolf which has always been dormant stirred for the first time, and I heard footsteps but before I could decipher what was going on I
Lykan’s POV She was dying. And I hated it. She lay still on the bed, sweat slicking her forehead, hair matted against her pale skin. The bandages over her wound were stained crimson, and her breathing had become shallow and uneven. Each inhale sounded like a war she was barely winning. I stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed tightly over my chest, watching. Waiting. My wolf was restless. But death never listened. The healer turned toward me, her face grim. “She won’t make it through the night.” I said nothing. “She’s lost too much blood. Infection set in fast. Her wolf isn’t responding. She hasn’t shifted to heal it. It’s... like she’s locked inside herself.” “She is,” I muttered. The healer looked at me, confused. I didn’t explain. I didn’t need to. I’d felt it. Even unconscious and broken, her wolf had reached out. Not to the healer. Not to her pack. To me. “Can we transfuse?” I asked. She hesitated. “We’ve tried already. She’s rejecting normal p
Elena’s POVI woke up choking on air.My lungs pulled in breath after breath like they hadn’t worked in days. The air smelled... wrong. Too clean. Too sharp. My skin burned as if every nerve had been dipped in fire.Panic clawed up my throat before I even opened my eyes.Where was I?The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar. Stone walls. Tall windows. A fire crackled nearby. The sheets beneath me were smooth, the bed too soft to belong to any place I knew.My fingers twitched against the blanket, and a sharp ache bloomed in my abdomen. The pain made everything snap into focus.I remembered the cold. The cabin. The blood. The absolute certainty that I was going to die.But I hadn’t.I blinked, struggling to sit up.A woman stepped into view a face I didn’t recognize. She was tall, her black braids tied back neatly, a white coat falling past her knees. A doctor. But not from my pack. That much I knew.“You’re awake,” she said softly, moving to the side of the bed. “Try not to move too much.
Elena’s povThey came at dawn.The cell door slammed open with a metallic screech, and before I could react, hands grabbed me, rough, merciless.“Let go of me!” I snarled, thrashing against their grip, but it was useless. They were warriors, trained and soulless, dragging me like a prisoner of war.My feet scraped the stone as they hauled me out, not even allowing me the dignity of walking.We didn’t go up.They took me down.Down the mountain. Past the cells. Past the arena. And through the twisted, frostbitten path that snaked between dead trees and ash-covered ground. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t shiver. I stared, watching. Memorizing.We entered the town.The people of Nytherra didn’t speak. They watched. Some with wide, some with disgust. Others… with something like pity.But most looked away.As if they knew exactly where I was being taken, and feared what that place meant.At the edge of the town stood a structure unlike anything I had seen before. A massive black
Lykans pov: I trained day and night. Since she contacted me, u couldn't rest, she was waiting for me to come save her. I tried to become one with varyn, but that showed harder than I expected. That old sly man Slyvester had said because I am constantly fighting with varyn to constantly be in control, I needed to let loose and allow varyn to consume me. But how could I let Varyn consume me when the only thing he wanted was to chase after Elena? It's not like I also didn't want to, but we weren't ready yet, but the moron couldn't understand this. I sat in the snow, legs criss-cross, ready to meditate. It was pretty effective, but it allowed me to release varyn more but still remain conscious. I cleared my mind, reaching into my consciousness to free a little more of varyn. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain hit my back. It stung so hard I cursed out. "Shit." This wasn't my pain. Meaning it was Elena who was feeling this extreme pain. I could feel her anger, pain, and t
Elenas pov It was a blizzard. The snow was harsh, and the sky was dark. I already knew I was dreaming, but this time, it felt different, deeper. I wasn’t watching from the outside anymore. I was inside it. Running. My bare feet hit the ground hard, thudding against the cold snow and soaking the socks I had on. My breath came in sharp bursts, fogging the air in front of me. The sky above was crimson, bleeding like the world was wounded. I didn’t know where I was going. But I knew I had to run. My heart pounded with urgency that wasn’t mine. I have to run. I’ll come back. I’ll come back and set them free. I said the words before I could stop them. They poured out of my mouth like they belonged to someone else. I couldn’t understand that my dreams weren’t usually like this. Why am I running? Who's chasing me? Why do I feel like this? What's going on Eira, can you hear me?. She didn’t answer, more like I couldn’t reach her. My mind screamed. Why am I running? But ther
Lykan pov I sat under the cherry blossom tree. Elena loved it here. I couldn’t sleep. No matter how I tossed and turned, I was unable to sleep. I had even tried sleeping in her room, but it didn’t work. And that's how I found myself here. Sitting in her favourite spot under the tye blooming Cherry blossom tree. The stars were bright, and the moon shone directly on the tree. I suddenly realised why she liked to come here at night, it was beautiful. My body ached, Sylvester. Despite his age, his punches were strong, and he didn't hold back when hitting. He was always a man of few words, even before I became Alpha. He hardly spoke during council meetings. But now, that same man had looked me in the eye and showed me something different—pain. His eyes couldn’t hide his hatred for the place Elena was being kept. He didn’t say it outright, but I could feel it. Everyone could. Each time I thought about that place, my skin itched with rage. My heart throbbed painfully inside
Elena's POVAfter giving what we had bought to Mira. Mira had this calming aura around her. It soothed me, and she felt like family and every time she looked at me. It was almost as if she was reminiscing about something, although she was fast to cover it up. I still noticed.Since I got here, everything I thought I knew about myself seemed like a lie. My pack, I thought, had died out and were actually being kept as slaves and subjected to suffering - torture - and manhandling, and it was unfair.Lykan would never allow such to happen. I could feel the bond between us; although it was faint, it was there because I was probably very far from him, which was why the bond felt faint. I could feel very little of his emotions. It seemed varyn hadn’t completely taken over him- like he promised he hadn't lost control yet.Each time I thought about him, my heart would ache so much that I actually missed him a lot. The way he would watch me from afar, the way he carried himself with confid
Elenas pov Morning came harsh and gray, the kind that made the frost bite deeper and hoped to cling tighter. Mira had told me to rest, but sleep never came. Not when the whispers in my blood had grown louder than dreams.I walked through the fields with Mira at my side, though she let me move mostly alone. She knew I needed to see it.Rows of Moirea bent beneath the weight of the harvest. Their hands, cracked and bloody, pulled at hard earth while guards lounged nearby, laughing and drinking, doing nothing. Children carried water that spilled faster than they could walk. An old man collapsed, but no one noticed. No one cared.My stomach twisted.“How long has it been like this?” I whispered.Mira’s eyes were hollow. “Longer than most of us can count. ”I was about to speak again when a harsh cry broke the stillness. A child no older than ten was yanked up by the arm of a soldier. He screamed, clutching a loaf of half-stolen bread.“I told you rats not to steal from your betters!” the
Lykans pov I thought I’d trained before. Thought I knew pain. Resistance. Endurance. I was wrong. Silvester didn’t waste time. The second I stepped into the ancient clearing—far beyond the Black Mountain walls, where the snow fell heavier and carried more weight, I knew I wasn’t walking into training. I was walking into war. The old bastard stood barefoot in the snow, robes swirling like he’d stepped out of a forgotten realm. His eyes weren’t cruel. That would’ve been easy to deal with. They were calm. Like a surgeon before a cut. “Strip,” he said, not looking at me. I didn’t move. He glanced up. “If you want to save her, pup, you’ll bleed for it.” So I did. I threw my coat aside and dropped the blade I always carried. Cold air bit into my skin, but I didn’t feel it. Not compared to the storm inside me. The grief. The rage. The bone-deep need to find her. “Now,” Silvester said, stepping closer, “call him.” My chest clenched. “What?” “Call Varyn. Let him rise.” “No
Elena’s pov The fire in the center of the hollow crackled quietly, casting golden light across faces that had forgotten warmth. I sat among them Moirea like me, or at least… closer to me than anyone else I’d ever known. Some were older, their skin weathered from years of frost and chains. Others were children, far too small to understand the weight of the sorrow in their parents’ eyes. And they all watched me. Like I was something sacred. Something broken and divine. The heat from the flames did little to chase away the chill deep in my bones. Not from the air—but from the silence. It was reverent. Too reverent. Like they were holding their breath. Waiting for me to speak. Waiting for me to be something I wasn’t sure I could be. I pulled the rough blanket tighter around my shoulders and stared at the woman beside me—the elder who’d called me “Your Highness.” “I’m Elena,” I said quietly like it was the first time I’d ever said my name, and I wondered what it meant.
Elena’s pov The chains dug into my skin. They felt like they were burning my skin. We moved through a city, and the people looked at me with disdain and irritation. I was paraded around town before they dragged The chain, and I stumbled forward into the snow."Get up already." One said with one finger in his ears. I glared at him, and the second one slapped me across the face. "Get up already. We have places to go." He said pissed. I slowly stood up, I was a Luna and didn't deserve this kind of disrespect. We walked deeper into the mountain, the air colder and heavier. Something unnatural pressed against my Then I saw them.Rows of cages were built into the rock, lit by eerie blue flames that didn’t flicker like a fire should. The prisoners didn’t speak. Didn’t move. They just watched. Their eyes glowed faintly in the shadows blue, green, red... all too vibrant. All too still.Something about them struck me as… wrong.No. Not wrong.Familiar.One of them stepped forward in he