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I 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 potteKael's POVI’d been walking the east wing, checking the routines like I always did. Guards posted at the gates, shifts rotated clean, and not a trace of laxity—at least that was what I hoped. My patrols weren’t just about keeping order; they were about reminding every man here that I had eyes everywhere. I had to. That was my duty as Gamma, and even more as a father.It was then that one of the younger guards jogged up to me, slightly out of breath. His hands clutched a box—plain, small, but sealed too tightly for my liking.“Gamma Kael,” he bowed quickly, sweat beading his brow, “this came in. No address, no sender’s name either. Just… left at the gate.”I frowned, narrowing my eyes at the package. No mark, no seal, no name. That was already a red flag.“And you brought it straight to me?” I asked, voice even but clipped.“Yes, Gamma. I didn’t trust it with anyone else.”I took the box from him, weighing it in my hand.
Irene's POV I lounged in front of my mirror, my head tilted slightly as I admired the way the crown perched above my dark curls. It wasn’t a real crown, of course—it was a gaudy little thing, gold-painted and studded with cheap crystals. Still, in the right light, with the right tilt of my head, I could almost see myself as the queen I had always thought I should be.“Fix the train,” I said sharply, waving a hand at my gown’s hem where the silk pooled unevenly.“Yes, Luna,” my maid stammered, her fingers fumbling to adjust the heavy fabric. She looked exhausted, her hands trembling slightly as she gathered the folds, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t my concern whether her arms ached or her knees hurt from kneeling.“Slower,” I hissed. “You’re wrinkling it. Do you know how long it takes for silk to lose a crease? Of course you don’t. You’ve never worn anything worth more than the dirt under your nails.”Her lips pressed together tightly, but
Bryan's POVThe chamber reeked of sweat, incense, and unease. I sat at the head of the long oak table, my hands gripping the carved arms of my chair as the voices of the council droned on and on. Their words blended together at times—fear, desperation, complaints—all tied to the one thing suffocating this pack more ruthlessly than any enemy blade: the plague.For weeks now, it had crawled through our borders, tearing down soldiers like they were nothing more than stalks of wheat before a scythe. Men, strong and loyal, had been reduced to groaning shells in the infirmary. Women wailed in the nights, children cried for fathers who would not rise again. It was bleeding us from the inside out, and these cowards around me thought talking in circles would mend it.“Alpha Bryan,” Councilor Darek’s voice pierced through my thoughts, sharp and grating, “we cannot contain this on our own. Our healers are failing, herbs are scarce, and every method we’ve tried has co
Alpha Enzo's POVI sat in my study, the weight of silence pressing heavily around me. The fire in the hearth crackled, but it did little to warm me. My mind was restless, spinning through the endless maze of responsibilities, threats, and dangers that seemed to tighten around this pack with each passing day. I had been staring at the same map of our borders for nearly an hour, my thoughts circling the same dark corners: protection, defense, survival.The knock on the door came sharp and urgent.“Enter,” I said, my voice low but firm.The door opened, and Ash stepped inside, his expression tight. I could tell before he spoke that he wasn’t bringing me anything good. Ash rarely came into my study unless it was necessary, and tonight he looked like a man who would rather be anywhere else.“Alpha,” he said with a bow of his head.“What is it?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, though the tension in my muscles betrayed my calm facade
Bryan's POVI paced the length of my study like a caged beast, my fists clenching and unclenching as the words Henry had whispered replayed in my mind. He had come to me in secret, his face tight, his voice low so no wandering ear would catch it.“Alpha,” Henry had said, bowing his head. “I spoke with Enzo. He refuses to let Lisa come here. He claims she will stay in his territory to treat your people when needed. His words were sharp—he said no one here treated her well when she belonged to this pack, so he will not hand her back to us now.”At first, I had thought I’d misheard him. The audacity burned through me, so sharp it nearly made me dizzy. Enzo—Enzo of all people—refusing me? And Lisa? That omega daring to be spoken of as though she were something more than the dust she should have remained?I slammed my palm against the edge of my desk, the wood rattling under the force. My chest heaved, fury like acid in my throat.“How da
Irene's POVI slammed the door shut the moment I entered my room. My chest was heaving, my entire body burning with rage, my thoughts boiling in ways I could barely keep together. I ripped the pins from my hair and let it tumble down my shoulders, but instead of calming me, it only fueled the fire inside me. The scent of Lisa still lingered in the halls, faint but enough to mock me. Enough to remind me that my husband, my Alpha, had allowed her to live another day.I shrieked at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing in the chamber. The maids standing by the wall flinched, their eyes lowered instantly. My fury made the air thick, and I wanted to tear something apart. I grabbed the nearest vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered, pieces flying everywhere.“Do you all stand there staring like fools while I burn with rage?” I snarled, my voice cracking. “Do you not see me? Do you not understand what I feel right now?”They dropped to their







