MARISSA It was a stuffy night, weighing on me like an invisible, unshakable burden I couldn't shake. That once-safe room, so full of people, now felt foreign and unwelcoming. Whispers accompanied me everywhere I moved, with furtive glances. It was like everyone knew something I didn't, and that thing gnawed at my stomach.The tension had been building for weeks, the threads of my relationship with Thomas unravelling before my eyes. I had convinced myself that it was temporary, that I just needed to remind him of the way things were. But part of me knew that I was clinging to an illusion that no longer existed.The thin whisper of laughter coming from upstairs cut into my thoughts, soft and intimate in a way that sent shivers down my spine. It was Thomas. I would recognize his rich, deep laugh anywhere. But he was with someone else, a light and musical voice overlaid with a husky vibration that grated on my nerves.LUCYMy heart constricted agonizingly as I stood frozen in the corrido
HAILEYThe warmth of the lights from the studio still clung to my body as we got back to the penthouse. The photo session had been energizing, reminding me of who I used to be before royalty, prophecy, and power overtook my world.Today, however, was different.The lingering gaze of my male co-model, when his hands brushed against mine during the posed shots, had been harmless enough, but Ryan hadn't taken it that way. His blackened face and clamped jaw had told their own story yet there was nothing to be done, the shots were being rushed for a firm he'd been trying to work with for an incredibly long timeThe moment we stepped into our suite, tension radiated off him. His silence spoke more than any words ever could have."Either you're going to keep mooning around and get it out of your system, or tell me what you're thinking about," I mocked, removing my heels and lowering myself onto the soft couch.Ryan's yellow eyes snapped to mine, wolf riding just beneath the surface of his ca
HAILEYRyan launched himself upright in bed, his gold eyes blazing with panic as the sound of my scream tore through the room. "Hailey?" he said, his voice sharp with worry, already moving toward me. In an instant, he was at my side, his hands steadying me as I clutched my swollen belly."My water just broke," I gasped, trembling as another contraction ripped through me—sharp, unrelenting, and nothing like I'd imagined.His expression shifted from alarm to resolve in a heartbeat. “It’s time,” he said, his voice calm but commanding, even as the storm of emotions flickered behind his eyes. “We’ve got this.”He pulled me to my feet with surprising gentleness, his arm firm around my waist as I tried to breathe through the pain. "The medical team is on standby. I'll call them now," he said, fumbling for his phone but never loosening his grip on me."Ryan," I whispered, clinging to his arm as another contraction gripped me, stealing the air from my lungs. "It's happening so fast."You're st
MARISSAAnd so I felt it, Hailey has birthed the triplets Alphas, Aside from her power, she gets to have those tiny creatures but I still can't understand what's happening to me, after finding Thomas and Lucy together a part of me suddenly shuts down and for the first time I don't feel any hatred towards Hailey, rather I feel a little admiration for her, her fàted match rejected her, we made her ĺife hell but she somehow survived it all.Several years ago, I was more innocent than she is right now, I was a spoilt princess who had been spoilt her whole life but I had innocence on my side, my parents were billionaires and treated everywhere as royalties but there was a little crack, my father wanted a son, not a female, by the time I graduated high school, I had returned home my dad and mom were in a heated argument "Hola Mama" Ì greeted by placing an open-mouthed kiss on her cheek and as I moved towards my dad, he raised his hand to stop meMy dad points for me to sit and so I do "Mar
FLORA It's been three months since the birth of the triplets. There's been so much peace for the pack, but this morning, I feel restless, weighed down by an invisible cloud of sadness, and I don’t know why. Alexia who is always more comfortable being with Hailey and her kids ìs suddenly super clingy to me today and for a little while I'm confused just as we're about to head out to Hailey, she holds on tightly to my neck "Mommy, don't go" she said, there's so many tears on her chubby cheek "What's wrong, baby? We're just visiting Auntie Hails; don't you want to see your little Alphas?" She looks ùp at me with the level of cuteness only a two-year-old like her could, and my heart melts, and I hug her. " Sweetheart, I said gently, I just want to go shopping with Auntie Hails; we'll be back soon. We'll be back home in the blink of an eye". She holds òn to me tightly as if I might disappear at any moment. "Promise mama?" I smileď and kiss her forehead. Yes baby Soon, we arrive
ISAIAH It was unexpected. I was flung through a swirling stream of blood, darkness, and agony after sitting in the meditation hall for a while, trying to get a better understanding of the pack's destiny. I noticed Flora. As Lucy's blade penetrated her chest, her gleaming smile turned to fear. I saw little Alexia waking up, her tiny voice wailing for a mother who would never respond again, heard her last, gasping breaths, and felt Logan's anguish as he held her lifeless body. My pulse thumping against my ribs, I was left breathless as the vision came to an abrupt stop. Grasping the edge of a nearby table for balance, I staggered to my feet. I said in a whisper, "Alpha King." I need to get to the Alpha King.I ran unsteadily to the main house, my legs moving as though being controlled by a spiritual force, " King Ryan" I gasped, trembling as I exhaled. It's Flora.......something terrible is happening. "Ryan immediately walks closer to me as he comes in and inquires, "What are you talk
TWO YEARS LATERMARISSA The crunch of leaves beneath feet was the only sound in the eerily silent woodland that night. The darkest recesses of my heart appeared to be reflected in the sweeping shadows that the twilight cast over the land. As if I were nothing, Thomas had abandoned me. For Lucy, not just for any other lady. Lucy was a friend, confidante, and alleged ally of mine. I had become the antagonist of Hailey's tale, a daughter compelled to turn on her mate, and a pawn in my father's schemes. But until today, I had never been alone in my entire life. As it was, the calm of the night was broken by muted weeping. At that moment, I stopped moving.With my heart hammering in my ribs, I turned tunnels to the sound and entered the woods. There she was. At the base of a tree, a young girl, perhaps four or five years old, sat curled up. Her clothes were ripped, and her dark hair was matted. Her small body shook as she pressed her knees to her chest. I yelled, "Hey," being cautious not
HAILEY We were traumatized, going through the experience of Jermaine, Jaden, and Jackson's second birthday at the packhouse, where music and laughter filled the air. The triplets took centre stage; their energy filled the air. Jaden clung to my leg and refused to let go, and Jermaine acted like a boss. Jaden, though, was not going to relinquish my leg. Alexia is the party diva herself, taking pictures wherever she goes and never allowing the boys a moment's room. Poor nannies were sweating bullets, of course, because Jackson, my little adventurer, was attempting to conquer the mountain of swathed presents. I sat there observing our boys at play as Logan wrapped his arms around me from behind and said softly, "Unbelievable how they've grown up so fast." I settled into his arms. I growled, "They're perfect," and love filled my heart. Ryan's business associates, members, and some business acquaintances were beginning to show up. Logan stepped outside to greet him and came back a co
ALEXIAI woke up with a metallic taste in my mouth and the smell of blood thick in the air. My lungs hurt with each breath, but I didn't dare move. Something pressed on my chest—not physically, but emotionally. A weight I couldn't get rid of.Hailey.My last memory had been of her scream, of the way her power burst forth like a star. It engulfed everything—the Legion's commander, most of his men, even the battlefield itself. I remembered the fear in his eyes when Draco dived. Then nothing. Just darkness."She hasn't woken up."I recognized Turtela's voice. It was rough with worry, but there was determination in it too."We have to do something," Marissa said. "She's the Queen. She can't stay like this."My eyes fluttered open, and the brightness of the infirmary nearly blinded me. White walls. The scent of herbs and steel. I turned my head slowly, my every muscle protesting, to see them all gathered around another bed.Hailey.I sat up, ignoring the tearing pain down my ribs. Lynn was
AUDACUSThe realm seem disturbed tonight.Even the stars—those arrogant little heaven's candles—were afraid to shine too brightly above me. They knew. Even the universe knew what I was about to do.I stood at the edge of the cliff, my cloak of darkness swirling in the harsh wind. Below, the ravine shuddered, its depths seething with hissing smoke and runes carved by long-forgotten gods. I had set up this summoning circle a hundred years ago—just in case. And now… now the time was here."Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion.The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one.The Legion.Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of
AUDACUSFire spat and spat in the fire before me, shadows curling around the walls of stone like hungry snakes. I reclined in the chair of dark, high-backed obsidian in the center of my war room, robes of smoke and midnight folded around me in loops of fate. My hands tapped a slow, calculated beat on the bent armrest, lethal.Lilith sat motionless in the adjacent room.Her breath—if one could even call it that anymore—was shallow. Barely there. Her fall into the coma had been abrupt, unforetold, un-theatrical. Just. silent. A silence so deep that it vibrated through the realm.And I hated it.She alone had ever spat venom right back at me and still made me crave the taste of her defiance. Her anger. Her fury. But now? Glass. Shattered. Cold. And worse—silent.No more filthy words.No more threats that she'd rip out my heart if I ever sinned against her daughter.Now, all I had was time.But Ryan… oh, Ryan didn't have time at all.Ideal.A knock echoed on the door—sharp, brief. My gene
HAILEY Chaos! Pure unadulterated chaos, the entire pack is a mess and in heavy disarray. I hasten my footstep to get to the pack's clinic where I hear arguments, Jaden’s voice comes off the loudest. Jaden: Calm down Isaiah, Aaron is awake; I understand that he's your son and you want revenge but you can't go after him except mother instructs you to do so. Jackson: You need to calm down Isaiah: Watch over Aaron, I'd be quick Jermaine: You absolutely cannot leave this place Isaiah Alexia: Please we don't want you to get hurt, just calm down. There's a sudden rush of energy current flowing, sipping through the earth, the wind gets unsteady and everything suddenly feels electrifying, tense and heavy so I walk up to the clinic then open up the door while suppressing the atmosphere and everyone with a quarter of my energy leaving everyone on their knees, with poor Aaron writhing in pain. " What do you think you're doing Isaiah"? "The shape shifter hurt my son, I can't let him
AUDACUS The moment I stepped through the massive glass doors of Kings Enterprises, the atmosphere shifted. Clean, polished, professional—exactly how humans liked to present their tiny empires. It was nearly funny. The whole building reeked of ambition, desperation, and carefully hidden fear. It smelled like opportunity.I adjusted the mortal guise I was wearing: well-pressed suit, comfortable leather loafers, and a pair of glasses perched low on the bridge of my nose. The perfect image of a struggling investor who'd at last been able to scrounge up sufficient capital to swim with the sharks. Beneath, I smiled. They had no idea.The receptionist greeted me with that rehearsed corporate warmth. "Welcome to Kings Enterprises, Mr.?""Addison," I supplied the alias with ease. "Jon Addison. I'm here to see your investment representative. I'm interested in purchasing direct stock."Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and within a second she nodded. "Right this way, Mr. Addison."It all pr
RAY The night was mine. The odor of war clung heavy to the atmosphere, and the promise of approaching chaos made my skin crawl, bones moving just below as I stretched through all my shapes. Tonight the game was set, and I, Ray, his most trusted one, had the honor of delivering the king's new scheme. Audacus loomed over us, demonically serene, every inch of him a vision of lethal refinement. That voice, so smooth but colder than winter's cold, was a force no sane man would want to challenge. "Keep them busy," he instructed us, fingers lazily spinning a glass of dark wine as if this plan wasn't going to break the world. "Isolate Hailey and Ryan at all costs. The two of them together are trouble. Alone, they fall apart." A vicious grin crept gradually across my lips. Simple in appearance. Deadly in purpose. "What about the others?" I asked, masking my enthusiasm with polite calmness. Audacus's golden eyes flashed to mine, as cutting as a knife. "The triplets are strong, but unripe. D
AUDACUS The council chamber stank of old magic and old pride. It clung to the stones, bleeding into the mortar like the blood of all fools who'd ever sat upon high thrones and imagined that they were invulnerable. I was in the center, hands clasped behind my back, the gravity of a century measured in the loose bend of my shoulders. Ten wizard elders stood around me, faces etched with lines made of centuries, eyes filmed over by complacency. The robes flowed over the marble floor as they shifted to stand nearer, as if attitude itself might distort fate in their direction. "Audacus," the oldest, Master Callum, said, his voice husky with a challenge never breached in all his years. "Your arrogance does not belong here. You are not welcome." A smile flared at the edge of my lips. "Arrogance is the right of the already triumphant. You just haven't quite caught up with reality." Whispers circulated around the circle, soft, trembling shivers from tired old gods in mortal flesh. I could
AUDACUS Been out again in the mortal world feels so surreal but good, it's been so long, too long really but the night tasted sweet. Sweeter than a vow. More bitter than deceit. I stood beneath the crooked arm of a dying oak, one hand leather-gloved, the other bare, tracing my finger along the cold curve of my ring. The dark stone pulsed softly beneath my fingers, full of the quiet, slow hunger I always kept just beneath my skin. The world was still tonight. Even the wind had enough sense to whisper not when I heard it. I could sense the earth beneath my feet, the shift of shadow as it crawled towards me, drawn like a moth battering itself around its own funeral place. The shifter was late. It was always so with beasts bound by fear and not by love. Still, I was impressed by its cunning. Its guile. The art of slinking in and out of hides like leaves from a book. Finally, the beast emerged out of the woods. A distorted shape, wrapped in the stolen form of a man — the fifth, I thi
LOGAN The air reeked of blood, pungent enough to slice through bone-deep exhaustion. I arrived too late for the battle, but just in time for the cleanup. Marissa stood with her arm raised over the shape-shifter's deformed body, which collapsed at her feet like a crumpled flower. Its body shook as if even death would not claim it cleanly. Her sword dripped with black, noxious ichor. I'd wanted to feel proud — darn it, I was proud — but my wolf howled inside my chest walls, screaming for vengeance. "Are you alright?" I pressed forward, ready to catch her if her legs gave out under her. Marissa cleaned the knife on her hand, jutting chin as if the fighter I knew her to be was finally free of that cage she'd been holding herself in. "It won't be the last." That solitary stark truth weighed between us like a boulder. "Not if I have any say in it," I growled. And I meant every damn word. ISAIAH The scent of smoke still hung in the air, seeping into the stone walls like an unwelcom