Cora's POVBy the time Felicity and I arrive at the market, the sun is already melting into the horizon, casting golden streaks across the sky. But the square? It’s alive—thrumming with energy, a heartbeat all its own.We pass beneath a towering ceremonial archway carved with ancient symbols, and the moment we step into the open square, the air hits me like a wave. The scent of roasted meat, honeyed pastries, and spices I can’t name swirl together, thick and intoxicating. Music pours from every corner—lively strings, rhythmic drums—and laughter dances on the breeze. Lanterns swing overhead, strung between buildings and stalls like stars caught in a web of fairy lights, each one glowing softly in the deepening dusk.My mouth falls open. “Wow…”Felicity smirks, clearly amused by my wide-eyed reaction. “It’s really something, huh?”“It’s… incredible.” I’m breathless.Children shriek with joy as they dart through the crowd, weaving between merchant stalls, their bare feet slapping against
Cora's POVBack in the pack house lounge, I collapse onto the couch, completely and utterly drained.The meeting replays in my mind like a broken record, each memory more exhausting than the last. I never wanted to be a source of tension in the Moongrove pack. And yet, somehow, I’ve managed to wedge myself right in the center of it all.No matter how I spin it, there’s no denying it—the argument between Elder Andrew and Jasper was because of me.I’m disrupting everything again.Ruining what’s supposed to be simple. Peaceful.All because I dared to want something.Why is there always a cost? Why does desire always have to come with consequences? Can’t I want something—anything—without tearing the world in half?I exhale sharply, my breath shaky as it leaves me. A wave of dizziness passes over me, and I sink deeper into the couch cushions. Maybe I’m just tired. Overwhelmed. There’s too much going on—too many thoughts vying for space in my already crowded mind.And the pregnancy… it’s dr
Cora's POVThe strategy meeting about attacking Snowcrest Pack went surprisingly smoothly. It didn’t take long for Jasper and the elders to reach a consensus.As Liam’s ex-Luna, I wasn’t sure if I even belonged in that room, but no one asked me to leave. Every now and then, Jasper would ask for my opinion, and I did my best to offer honest, thoughtful suggestions. It made me feel like I was actually becoming part of the Moongrove Pack—for real this time.But just as the meeting was about to wrap up, one of the elders—Elder Andrew—suddenly turned and looked straight at me.“Now that Luna Cora’s position has been made official, we need to hold the traditional Mating Ceremony,” he says. “Considering the rather… unusual… circumstances of your ascension to the position, I suggest that we schedule the attack on Alpha Liam and his pack after the ceremony–that way, we can use the Mating Ceremony to help solidify the unity and stability of our pack.” At the words Mating Ceremony, a sudden shi
Iris's POVI hate going to the hospital. I hate everything about it–I hate the smell, I hate the lights, I hate the stupid pre-portioned flavourless meals they serve us for “consistency.” I’ve spent more of my life in hospitals than I ever thought I’d need to, and it feels like it’s sapping away at me somehow. But today is my follow-up appointment, so what choice do I really have?“And in the absence of any concrete treatment plan…”Liam sits on the edge of the bed and holds my hand as the doctor gazes down at me in concern. The doctor continues to explain the specifics of my worsening condition and potential treatment routes, but I’ve heard so much medical jargon by now that it all just fades into background noise. This has been my life for months now. I’ve heard more than enough for a lifetime. As the doctor continues to speak, Liam looks increasingly worried, squeezing my hand reassuringly as though to try and check in. The stress of the situation's severity is evident on both L
Liam's POV“We’ve received a notice from the Moongrove pack, Alpha.” I hear Beta River’s voice in the doorway of my office and look up to see him leaning against the doorframe, clutching an envelope stamped with the official Moongrove seal. At the mere sight of anything associated with the Moongrove pack, my lip curls in distaste. “Bring it here,” I snap, holding out my hand expectantly. Beta River presents me with the envelope, and I can tell by the tension in his shoulders that he already knows whatever information it contains. And that it’s nothing good. I try to ignore the feeling of dread curling wickedly in the pit of my stomach, but it’s hard to just look past. When I read the words stamped across the Moongrove pack’s official notice, my blood runs cold. “What the fuck is this?” I shout, voice reverberating around the office space. I clench the paper in my hands almost like I’m trying to strangle it. My knuckles are white around the page. It’s taking every fiber of self
Cora's POVA couple days after my disastrous conversation with Jasper in his office, much to my objection, Jasper makes the news official. I stand ramrod-straight dressed in a lovely blue gown, done up like a daydream on Jasper’s arm before the entire Moongrove pack as he delivers the news, gaze fixed coldly on the horizon as his overpowering voice easily echoes through the room. “From this day forward, Cora Montague shall serve as the official Luna of the Moongrove pack!” Jasper proclaims. He looks over at me, and for just a moment, I can see the flash of anger and frustration in his gaze before the mask slips right back on. “With her by my side, I hope to usher in a new era of hope and prosperity for our pack.” Jasper reaches over and takes my hand in his. I don’t protest, but I refuse to acknowledge his touch as he holds our clasped palms high above both our heads. The claw-bone ring catches the light and gleams beautifully. The entire pack cheers for the two of us. I want to be
Jasper's POVI can’t do it.Cora’s voice is barely more than a whisper, but to me, it crashes like thunder.I freeze. For a moment, I can’t even comprehend what I just heard. My mouth parts, stunned, and then slowly shuts as my lips draw into a tight, furious line. A wildfire of disbelief and rage ignites inside me.“You can’t do it?” I echo, my tone ice-cold, each word like a blade. My gaze locks onto hers—sharp, scorching. “That’s what you have to say to me after everything?”She flinches, but doesn’t respond. Her wide, tear-brimmed eyes shimmer with guilt or fear—I can’t tell which. Maybe both. Either way, it’s not enough.I can barely contain the fury surging through me. After all I’ve done?I’ve accepted her—every scar, every secret. I’ve held her through nightmares, shielded her from enemies, even welcomed a child that isn’t mine as if it were my own. And last night—last night, I shared my bed with her not for pleasure, not for power, but for her survival.And this is what I get
Cora's POVI don’t know how long I’ve been curled up in this corner—minutes, maybe hours. Time has become a blur, stretching thin beneath the weight of what I just heard. My legs are stiff, but I can’t bring myself to move. Not yet. Not when the air still echoes with the voices of Beta Smith and Gamma Roger.They walked the other way, never once noticing me hidden in the shadows. As far as I can tell, they have no idea I was listening. No idea I know.But what do I really know?The conversation replays in my mind, jagged and sharp. The words don’t just sting—they slice. I want to believe I misheard, that I misunderstood.But I didn’t.If what they said is true, then Jasper—the man who held me through the night, who offered his bed to help me rest, who took me in when he had every reason not to—is using me. Not out of kindness. Not out of care.But to get to Liam.My stomach churns. It’s like tumbling backward through time, crashing headfirst into betrayal all over again. The worst kin
Cora's POVMorning light seeps past my eyelids, warm and golden, coaxing me into wakefulness. I stretch, expecting to feel the solid heat of Jasper’s body beside mine—but the bed is empty.Startled, I blink fully awake, my hand reaching out to the space where he lay. Only cool sheets greet my fingers. For a moment, I just sit there, the silence of the room wrapping around me. Memories from the night before flash through my mind—his arms around me, the low rhythm of his breath, the scent of pine and warmth that made me feel, for once, safe.It felt... right.Before I can dwell on it too long, the bedroom door creaks open. I jump—but it’s just a maid, wheeling in a silver-topped cart.“Alpha Jasper requested that breakfast be brought to you, Miss,” she says politely, her tone respectful but distant.“Oh—thank you,” I murmur, caught off guard.She sets the tray beside my bed and lifts the lids with quiet precision. The smell hits me instantly—thick bacon, plump sausages, creamy scrambled