LOGINRafe’s POV(Flashback — 6 years ago)That day I was patrolling around the territory, just like the other Alphas under training. There had been news of a rogue werewolf targeting innocents, and we had been told to look for them.I didn’t know that while doing so, I would catch a familiar, tempting scent that almost brought out my innate vampire instincts—instincts I successfully suppressed thanks to my werewolf side that helped me counter it. But it was always on the brink of failing whenever that scent hit me. Her scent.Eira.She was returning home from school, walking alone on that deserted path, and it was already getting dark.Standing in the woods, my gaze lingered on her. Isn’t she afraid of going home alone? Why does her home have to be so isolated and away from others? Her family members are truly idiots. I frowned and decided to keep watch on her until she reached home.I didn’t want her to be in danger from a rogue. Now, thanks to her, I had to do everything to catch that ro
Roman’s POVThe next morning began as usual. Jason and Lucian were busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast, while Rafe and I tended to the pets before Eira woke. Kael had not yet appeared; perhaps he was still asleep, or perhaps he had locked himself away in his room again.As long as he came to the table, it would be enough. Eira was sleeping till late as well. I knew it wasn’t the medicine, but rather that she hadn’t slept after I left the room the previous night. When I returned, I saw her sleeping with a picture frame tightly held against her chest, her lashes damp as if she had been crying even in her sleep.Whatever we did, I knew it was going to be a long way before we could change things between her and us.I didn’t dare climb into the bed for fear of disturbing her sleep, so I slept on the couch, watching her for a long time before I finally fell asleep."Breakfast is almost ready. Are those two not coming out yet?" Lucian asked now, arranging the dishes on the table."I’ll
Eira’s POVRoman left thinking I had fallen asleep, but I hadn’t. I was waiting for him to fall asleep or leave.Just as he left and the room grew quiet, I turned toward the bedside table, my eyes finding the photo frame."Alice..." My voice trembled as the tears already gathered in my eyes. "How much I want to come to you—but I can’t."My fingers brushed over the glass, lingering on her face."Lucian says it wasn’t my fault, but how can I forget? It was my hand that pulled the trigger. I was the one who shot you. No matter what they tell me, that truth will never leave me. I just want to come to you. I’m so tired, Alice. Truly tired. I don’t know what else to do anymore. There’s nothing left inside me. All I have is hate and bitterness, and I fear it will consume your brothers—the very men you loved so dearly. I hate them, Alice, I hate them so much... but I don’t wish them harm, because it would hurt you."I pressed my fingers against the frame, as though the touch could bridge the
Roman’s POVThe pets had all settled into their places for the night. Vixen curled up in her newly gifted bed, Fluffy nestled faithfully beside her, and the little hamster, round with overeating, lay sprawled in the small basket I had brought him in, sleeping as though he were dead to the world.We headed to my room. Though we had the guest room ready—the one she stayed in when we first brought her here—the fear of leaving her alone and her ending up doing something to herself didn’t allow us to keep her there. We settled that she was going to stay in my room, as she was more comfortable with me, and I had marked her as well.Once inside the room, I didn’t really know how to go about it. But I decided it was time to take a step ahead, at least one step at a time.She sat at the edge of the bed, her attention fixed on the photograph Lucian had gifted her. The frame rested lightly in her hands, her gaze distant yet intent."It will look perfect on the bedside table," I told her as I sat
Lucian’s POV"You were busy cooking this?" I asked, disbelief flickering across his face.Jason only gave a low hum, making no display of pride, as if he had not just created something remarkable. Calmly, he portioned the food into six dishes and handed them around, one by one.But one dish he carried with his own hands, setting it directly before Eira. "This is for you."We all watched in silence. So this was his gift—something far more meaningful than any trinket. A dish she loved dearly, one she had once hoped to learn from our mother, Jennifer. It was the meal our mother always prepared on the day after the Moon Festival. Yet Jason had chosen to make it tonight. Perhaps he had struggled to decide what gift she might accept from him, but this—this was priceless.It showed his sincerity as it wasn’t the easy thing to make.Still, one question lingered in my mind. When had Jason learned to cook it? I had never once seen him learning from our mother.Jason returned to his seat, and a
Lucian’s POVThis bastard Roman. He was getting bold these days just because he could get closer to her easily and communicate with her.I wanted to punch him, but then someone disturbed my thought."Yeah, I suck, because I didn’t get anything for her," Rafe muttered, retrieving a dark bag he had tucked at the base of a tree. He carried it over to Eira.We all turned to watch.He opened the bag, and from it revealed a neatly crafted, soft, cozy, sleeping arrangement for the cat."This is for Vixen and her soon-to-be babies," he said to Eira. "It’ll keep them comfortable and warm instead of keeping them in your lap all the time. I am sure you won’t be able to accommodate them all once she gives birth."Eira’s eyes lingered on it before she lifted Vixen and placed her inside. The spoiled cat immediately curled into the bedding, purring, rolling happily against the softness. She was truly enjoying it like the little princess she was.Seeing Vixen so content, Eira had no reason to reject
Roman POV"Weren’t you the one nearly crying for her a while ago? And now you want her gone?" Jason commented sarcastically.I met their stunned gazes. "I don’t want her to be tortured anymore. If leaving is what’s best for her, then let her go. She doesn’t deserve to be tormented like this.""So s
Roman’s POVBack then all the things happened so fast, Alice’s murder, same day attack by our enemies which left us all shattered, and then we attacked them back in retaliation. Month passed by only taking care of the chaos and during this time, Eira was locked in jail since the day she killed Alic
Lucian’s POVAs ordered, every man gathered in the central yard of the prison—a space typically used for inmate routines, punishments, disciplinary actions, ceremonial gatherings, and the occasional empty speech.Tonight, however, it would turn into our own play ground.Jason, Rafe, and I arrived s
Jason’s POVThe next morning, I began preparing breakfast for all of us. With one more added to our number, I now had to cook for her as well.I sighed, helpless and irritated. J’ust for Roman’s sake, so he won’t lose his shit again. Otherwise, I wouldn’t lift a finger for that bitch.’I rummaged t







