Masuk
Avery’s POV
I stood frozen in the bedroom doorway I shared with my Beta mate, Craig—the love of my life. My heart was thumping erratically in my chest, and I felt sick. The sight before me felt like a nightmare. It could not be accurate. There, tangled up in the sheets, was my mate, cuddled up with another woman. That woman was none other than Carolina, the previous Beta's daughter. She lay there with a triumphant smirk on her face. My stomach twisted painfully as realisation dawned on me. I could not deny it. My mate had been sleeping with Carolina. Anger flared up within me, and I clenched my fists into balls. How could he betray me like that? "Craig, " my voice cracked, barely a whisper. What have you done?" Tears threatened to fall on my face, but I willed myself not to cry. Neither was worth my tears, and I would not let them have that satisfaction. He opened his eyes and looked straight up at me. Confusion and shock etched across his handsome face. He sat up properly and turned to see Carolina beside him. He leapt up from the bed and growled at Carolina while she smirked at me like she had won. "Oh my goddess! Avery, listen to me. This is not what it looks like. I swear to you."" He started to say, but I did not want to hear it. The denial in his eyes only made me feel worse. He had been caught red-handed, yet he dared to deny it was anything to worry about. Carolina, with her arrogant, smug look, slipped out of bed and threw her long black hair over her shoulder; she was such a drama queen, such a slut! I could not stand her. I wanted to rip her apart, limb by limb. She dared to shoot me a look that said she had got what she wanted. She had always been sniffing around Craig, but I never had a reason not to trust him before now. "I guess I better be off now. See you later, Craigy. I enjoyed my time with you.” She winked at him, and I noticed the hickeys all over her neck, I shuddered with anger. ""You stupid bitch!"" I growled and lunged at her, grabbing a chunk of her hair; I yanked her towards me. Ignoring her screams and how she tried to kick out at me, I only saw red. "I am going to kill you, Carolina. Mark my words." I spat in her face, and she shrieked in horror. "Let me go, you crazy nutcase," Carolina shouted, but it only fueled me to hold on tighter to her hair. Bringing my hand up, I slapped her hard across the cheek, leaving a red mark. Shoving her to the floor, she crumbled into a heap and tried to compose herself, but I lifted my leg to stomp on her, and the next thing I knew, I was being lifted off the ground and pulled away from Carolina. I growled at her as I realised Craig had taken control of the situation. "Get out of here, Carolina. NOW!"" He shouted. Carolina slammed the door shut after her. I pushed him off me and moved to the other side of the bedroom. Opening the window, I breathed in the fresh morning air and told myself to calm down. "Avery, let me explain." He reached out to touch my hand, but I snatched it away before he could. I perched myself on the chair and drummed my fingers on my leg. I could not bring myself to look at him. He had no idea how much this had hurt me. Craig was supposed to be my mate, the one that the moon goddess had paired me with, and he was supposed to love, worship, and be loyal. I could never cheat on him or hurt him. My love was stronger than what he felt for me. It was as if our lives were a huge lie; he wanted to sleep with that piece of trash and forget about our bond. "I want a break, Craig. I need space to think."" I finally spoke. "But, Avery, nothing happened. I don't know why she was there. I was asleep."" He tried to explain. "I am serious, Craig. Deadly serious," I muttered, ignoring his disappointment. I need to think clearly, and I can't do that around you," I informed him. "Beta Craig, I reject you as my mate," I spoke the words that were a death sentence over our bond. Craig knelt before me, begging me to reconsider my words. But my mind was made up. I couldn't bear to deal with his betrayal or the look on Carolina's face when she knew she had caught them together. "Accept it, Craig." I hissed in disgust, but he shook his head. I felt my stomach drop. How could he refuse my rejection when he was the one who had caused this in the first place? I wanted to be away from him, to be alone. I needed to breathe. I felt like I was suffocating in this room. "No, I cannot accept it, Avery. You are my mate, and nothing happened with Carolina; I don't know why she was there. I was only sleeping. You would have felt it if I had done anything!" He tried to pull me into his arms, and I felt like I could easily fall into him and the whole world would melt away, and it would just be the two of us, but then the reality of finding him in our bed with Carolina came crashing back, and I pushed him away from me. "Just accept it, Craig. We are over. I don't want to hear your stupid, petty excuses. How could you cheat on me with that bitch. I hate you! I am going out. Don’t bother to follow me.” I told him and knew then that I had to muster all my strength up to walk away from Craig. I needed space to think. I did not feel anything special like he said I would. “I need time to think about all of this.” I said firmly. "I will never accept that rejection; I love you, Avery Woods." He shouted at the top of his lungs as I walked away.Nobody moved.The entire clearing had fallen silent.The woman's final words seemed to hang in the air around us."You have no idea what you are, do you, Avery?"My heart hammered against my ribs.Every instinct I possessed screamed that she was dangerous.Yet the power beneath my skin wasn't warning me away from her.It was reaching toward her.Recognising her.That frightened me more than any threat ever could.Zane stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of me.His broad shoulders blocked part of my view and his Alpha aura rolled through the clearing like a storm."You're done speaking in riddles," he said coldly. "Tell us who you are."The woman looked at him for a moment before smiling.It wasn't a mocking smile.It was almost pitying."I know exactly who I am."Her silver eyes shifted back to me."The real question is whether she does."A growl ripped from Zane's chest.The wolves surrounding us tightened their formation immediately.One wrong move and this entir
The night air hit me like ice the second I stepped outside.The courtyard was already alive with movement.Warriors rushed between the armoury and the vehicle sheds. Wolves checked weapons, packed supplies, and exchanged clipped orders. Nobody wasted time asking questions.They knew exactly what this was.A hunt.Jaxon was standing beside a large black SUV when we reached the steps.“Four vehicles,” he said as we approached. “Tracking team in the lead. Strike team behind.”His eyes flicked briefly toward me.“And no arguments.”I almost smiled.Almost.Zane didn’t.His hand brushed mine briefly as we walked.A silent warning.A silent promise.I wasn’t entirely sure which.The bond between us felt different now.Stronger.Sharper.Like something had shifted permanently tonight.The attack.The power.The fear I’d felt when they came for my son.It had changed something inside me.I could feel it.Even now.Waiting.Watching.Hungry.“Ready?” Jaxon asked.I nodded once.The Beta looked
The war room had never felt this small.It wasn’t the size of it. The long oak table still dominated the centre, carved with the history of every Alpha before Zane. The walls still held the same maps, the same ward markings, the same symbols that had protected the pack for generations.But tonight, it felt like none of it was enough.I stood at the far end of the table, arms folded tightly across my chest, forcing myself to stay still while every instinct inside me screamed to move.To act.To do something.Zane was already in command mode.“Report,” he said, his voice cutting cleanly through the low murmur of gathered wolves.The room quieted instantly.Beta Jaxon stepped forward first, his shirt still streaked with dried blood—not all of it his own.“Three injured at the south ridge. Two more near the ravine. No fatalities,” he said. “They pulled back fast once the breach failed.”“They always do,” someone muttered from the side.Zane ignored it. “Tracks?”“Gone within half a mile,”
AveryFor a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Not from the fight. Not from the shift. Not even from the power that had just torn through me like something ancient finally waking up.From the silence.It pressed in from every side, thick and unnatural, like the forest itself was holding its breath.My son’s cries filled the nursery, sharp and desperate, anchoring me. I tightened my hold on him, pressing my face into his hair, breathing him in as if that alone could keep him safe.“I’ve got you,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. “I’ve got you.”But the bond betrayed me.Because underneath the surface—beneath the relief, beneath the adrenaline—fear spread through the pack like poison.Not fear of the attack.Fear of me.Zane felt it too.I saw it in the way his shoulders tensed as he stepped further into the room, his gaze sweeping over the cracked walls, the shattered window… and then settling on me.On what I had done.“You didn’t just push him back,” he said carefully.I swallowed, fo
AveryThe first scream came just before dawn.It sliced through the bond like shattered glass—panic, pain, fury all tangled together—and every wolf in the pack felt it at the same time. I was moving before I was fully awake, heart slamming against my ribs as instinct surged to the surface.Zane was already on his feet.“South ridge,” he said, voice tight. “That was south.”I didn’t argue. I didn’t think. I shifted mid-stride, bones burning, the familiar agony grounding me as fur tore free and power flooded my limbs. We burst from the pack house together, wolves pouring out behind us like a living tide.The forest no longer felt watchful.It felt hostile.The scent hit first—wrong, sharp, invasive. Not just rival pack.Multiple.“They’ve crossed the line,” someone snarled through the bond.And this time, they didn’t fade back into the trees.We found the sentry near the old ravine, blood darkening the leaves beneath him. Alive—but barely. Two others stood over him, backs bowed, hackles
Chapter ThreeAveryMorning didn’t bring relief. It brought clarity—and somehow that was worse.The pack house woke slowly, but the tension never eased. It clung to the walls, the floors, the air itself, as if the night had soaked into the wood and refused to leave. Wolves moved with purpose now, quieter than usual, eyes sharper, tempers closer to the surface. No one laughed. No one lingered.They were afraid.I felt it in the bond, a low, restless hum beneath my skin. Fear, yes—but also anger. A need to act. Zane felt it too. I could sense him pushing it down, locking it behind discipline and command, but it was there, coiled tight.Elara’s words replayed in my head no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else.You hide him.You don’t.I stood in the kitchen pretending to drink tea that had long since gone cold, watching the doorway as pack members passed through. Mothers. Warriors. Elders. All of them glancing toward the upper floor where my son slept, all of them thinking t
Chapter TwoAverySleep became impossible after that.I lay awake long after Zane’s breathing evened out beside me, staring at the ceiling while shadows crept and shifted with the moonlight. Every sound felt too loud. Every silence too heavy. I could feel the pack moving around us—guards changing s
Avery’s POV My heart raced with each step I took, the fear that Carolina might be in real danger lacing my thoughts. Zane walked ahead, his broad shoulders cutting through the darkness, while Tricia and I fell in closely behind, whispering hurried strategies and scenarios. We gathered the pack i
The tremor beneath their feet intensified, a low, thrumming pulse that sent shivers through the group. The dawn’s light cast long shadows over the abandoned warehouse, but the darkness that threatened to rise again was already stirring beneath the surface of the city.Zane clenched his fists, eyes
The rain hammered against the windows as we stepped out into the storm-lashed night. The wind tore through the trees, their branches whipping wildly, as if the very earth was protesting the darkness we were about to face. Each of us moved with a grim sense of purpose, knowing that every moment we d







