Lisa's pov
Mornings in this pack were something else entirely. The sun didn’t just rise—it screamed in your face through those ridiculously wide windows with no intention of being subtle. I had barely managed to tame the mess on my head and look remotely presentable when Calla shoved a mop in my hand like it was a royal sword.“Today,” she said with mock solemnity, “you mop with pride. You represent the grace and humility of a well-disciplined maid.”I gave her a dead stare. “So what you’re saying is… the Alpha is walking through this corridor today.”Calla winked. “Sharp as ever.”The other girls had already started scrubbing, brushing, polishing, and doing other things I swore would haunt my dreams. I joined them without a fuss because I was determined to fit in—or at least not get fired before I understood where the stables were.I dipped the mop into the bucket, wrung it out, and got to work, humming softly under my breath. There was something calming aboLisa's POVI was curled up on my bed, one leg tucked under me, absentmindedly running my fingers along the seams of my pillow when a knock came at my door.Before I could answer, Calla popped her head in, grinning like she’d just won a lottery.“Guess what I brought,” she said in that singsong tone she used whenever she wanted to bribe me into doing something.I sat up. “If it’s anything green and pretending to be healthy, take it back.”She stepped inside, holding up a tray with chips and a bottle of juice. “Do I look like I’m trying to torture you? It’s the salted kind you like.”I reached over quickly, grabbing the chips before she could change her mind. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You may enter.”She laughed, closing the door behind her and settling onto the chair by my desk. I popped a chip into my mouth, savoring the salty crunch, but the way she kept shifting in her seat didn’t escape me.I narrowed my
Bryan's POV I shoved another folded shirt into my bag, not bothering to smooth it out. I’m not the type to pack neatly. A week’s worth of clothing, some documents, my dagger, and that was it. If I needed anything else, I’d just take it when I got there. Henry sat on the edge of my bed, swinging his leg like a bored child. “You pack like a savage,” he muttered, watching me shove a jacket in on top of the shirts. I gave him a side-eye. “I fight like one too. You volunteering for a demonstration?” He smirked. “Oh, I’d win.” I zipped the bag halfway, leaned against it, and smirked back. “Henry, if I even breathe aggressively in your direction, you’ll start writing your will.” He snorted and leaned back on his palms. “So scary.” The banter was pointless, but we always fell into it whenever he was around. Maybe it was our way of testing boundaries without actually killing each other. O
Atlas's POVI had been looking for Lisa all morning. I knocked on her door once, twice, and then a third time, but there was no answer. For a moment, I wondered if she’d managed to sneak out of the pack house—which would be bold even for someone like her—but then I spotted Calla walking past with a basket of clean linens.“Where’s Lisa?” I asked, stepping into her path.Calla blinked at me as if I had just asked for her entire life story. “She’s at the garden,” she said, adjusting the basket on her hip. “Why? You planning to start a garden war with her too?”I smirked. “Don’t be jealous that I’m her favorite person to argue with.”Calla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. “If you ask me, she barely tolerates you.”I grinned, ignoring her jab, and jogged off in the direction of the garden. The morning sun was warm, the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filling the air. I spotted her instantly—Lisa, crouched near a row of potte
Bryan's POVI woke up that morning with the usual heaviness in my chest. Council meetings were never my thing, mostly because I was always treated like a spoiled heir who knew nothing beyond lifting a spoon to my mouth. But today, something in me simmered with defiance. Maybe it was Knox’s son Cyrus mocking me during horse training the other day, or maybe it was the way Father barely acknowledged my existence unless it involved marriage arrangements or scolding. Either way, I decided I wasn’t going to sit through another meeting looking like a complete fool.I dressed simply but sharply—black slacks, a tailored shirt, and boots polished enough to see my reflection in them. When I stepped into the dining hall for breakfast, Father was already there, seated at the head of the table like some great warlord planning his next conquest. He glanced up at me, his expression unreadable.“You’re ready,” he said flatly, sipping from his cup.“Yes, Father,” I replied. My to
Beta Ash's POVThe sun was just beginning to rise when I stood in the courtyard, a stack of sealed letters in my hand. Each one bore Enzo’s insignia—the mark of our pack. Today wasn’t a day for small talk or procrastination. Enzo had asked me to summon the Alphas for an emergency meeting. The tension surrounding the rogue attacks had escalated, and we couldn’t afford to sit idle while the threats grew stronger.“Make sure these get to every Alpha personally,” I instructed the young couriers lined up before me. My voice was sharp, not because I was angry, but because I needed them to understand the weight of their task. “No delays. Baron, Rowland, Knox—every one of them must know this is urgent. Ride through the night if you have to.”They all nodded, gripping the leather pouches like their lives depended on it. In a way, they did. Failure wasn’t an option.I handed the last letter to the fastest rider among them, a wiry boy with determination in his eyes. “This one i
Bryan's POVThe morning after my father’s unexpected praise, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose—and maybe a little too much arrogance. For once, I wasn’t rolling out of bed with a pounding hangover or with my mind blank about what to do next. No, today I had a mission. I was going to prepare myself for the upcoming council meeting and show everyone, especially Henry, that I wasn’t just some spoiled brat riding on my father’s name.I stretched lazily on my bed, staring at the ceiling with a smirk. Council meeting, huh? They’ll finally have to hear me out instead of whispering that I’m nothing but trouble. The memory of Henry’s face last night, twisted in pain with that vase hitting his skull, gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. Not that I was proud of the violence… but seeing the Beta, who always acted like I was a joke, finally shut his mouth was deeply satisfying.“Get up, Bryan,” I muttered to myself, throwing the blanket aside. “You have things to do today