LOGINJaxon’s POV
"Arghhhh!" I roared as I flipped my desk over.
It still wasn't enough. I turned around, searching for more things to break or flip when I spotted a small mirror right beside me, reflecting my glowing amber eyes and half buttoned shirt.
Crack.
It shatters as my fist connects with it.
My office was beginning to look like the inside of a warzone. Books littered the floor, papers torn to pieces and glass shattered. The walls bore deep claw marks. It had taken the brunt of my rage.
I paced from one end of the office to the other with my hands pulling at my hair. I just might run mad soon. Every breath I took was fire, my wolf snarling against the cage of my skin, demanding to be let loose.
Why was it taking them this long to find her?
How could she have run from her alpha.
And now, I couldn't control the beast inside me. Being this close to snapping, the only thing I needed was Reese.
The thought of her name was enough to send me spiraling again. My hand caught the edge of a vase near the shelves, and without thinking, I hurled it across the room. It exploded against the far wall, shards scattering around the room.
A knock came at the door. Soft and hesitant.
My head snapped toward it, eyes burning with amber light.
The door creaked open, and one of the pack helpers peeked in, carrying a tray of food. His face was pale, his voice trembling. “Alpha....should I set your meal on the table?”
The scent of roasted meat and bread filled the room, but it turned my stomach.
“Out.”
He blinked. “Alpha?”
My wolf surged, and before I could stop myself, my hand reached for the chair behind me. I hurled it with all the force in me. The helper shrieked in fear as he diced out of the way, dropping the tray of food in the process as it scattered across the floor. The paperweight shattered the wall inches from his head.
The boy’s reflex saved his life.
“OUT!” I roared, my voice shaking the very windows.
He ran out in fear , forgetting to bow as he bolted down the path he came, leaving the door wide open. My chest heaved, rage spilling out of me in waves.
I was about to search for something new to throw when I felt a sharp tug in the back of my mind. A mental pull.
The mindlink.
I didn’t hesitate. I mentally yanked it open, snarling, 'It better be good news, Felix. It better be.'
'Alp—' Felix’s voice quivered in my mind as he coughed to clear it. 'Alpha, she slipped past us. We lost her trail. I swear she vanished into the rocks. I—’
The rest of his words drowned in the roar of my wolf. My claws pushed at my skin painfully, my teeth ached badly and my bones rattled with the need to shift. Rage consumed me so fully I tasted blood from where I bit down on my own tongue.
'You lost her?' I bellowed through the link. 'You incompetent fool! Do you realize what’s at stake?'
Felix tried to steady his voice. 'She’s only human. She won’t last long without food or water. We’ll find her before dawn.'
Only human.
He fucking said, only human.
His calmness only infuriated me the more. My wolf snapped its jaws, demanding I tear him apart when next I saw him. The only thing that stopped me was years of discipline, of reigning in this beast within me.
I shut the link abruptly, slamming the door to Felix’s mind before I did something irreversible.
The taste of copper filled my mouth. My fists ached from how tightly I clenched them.
I kicked the table away and it slammed against the wall, the hardened wood shattering to splinters.
I guess if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. I headed towards the door, about to storm out in search of the one who had put me in this state.
A figure at the entrance stopped me.
Doc Nina.
She stood in front of my door, arms folded, chin lifted. Her dark eyes narrowed at me, sharp as daggers, without a hint of fear.
“Alpha.” Her voice was cool, controlled, and sharp enough to draw my full attention.
I stared her down and she did the same, resilience in her.
I let out a low growl, amused despite myself. My wolf eased back just a little, entertained by her audacity. Few dared to stand in my way when I was in this mood.
“Nina,” I said, stepping closer. “Move.”
She didn’t. “We need to talk.”
I arched a brow. “Now’s not the time.”
“It’s exactly the time.” Her eyes blazed. “If you keep going down this path, you’ll destroy her. And the child.”
My jaw flexed, anger rolling back in. “She’s mine. My mate. I’ll do whatever I damn well please with what’s mine.”
“Not when she’s my patient,” Nina shot back, her voice rising. “I swore to protect her, and I will. You can terrify the rest of this pack, Jaxon, but not me. Reese is fragile right now. She needs safety, not your cruelty. If you don’t listen to me, you’ll lose her and the baby too.”
The words struck deep, slicing at the wall I had built around my thoughts. For a moment, I froze. My wolf snarled in protest, but something else, a quieter voice inside me wavered.
I stepped closer, until my shadow swallowed her whole. I bent down, my lips near her ear, my voice low and venomous. “Move. Out. Of. My. Way.”
At last, I saw it. A flicker of fear in her eyes, breaking through her mask of defiance. Her breath caught, but she held her ground one heartbeat longer before finally stepping aside.
“Careful, Alpha,” she whispered. “Not all wounds can be healed.”
Saying nothing, I pushed past her, heading straight for the courtyard.
The moment I stepped outside, every gaze turned to me. Wolves and pack members froze mid-step, their conversations dying as they felt the weight of my fury through the mindlink. Their whispers reached my ears but I ignored them all.
My wolf surged. My skin burned. Bones shifted.
I dropped to all fours, the sound of cracking ribs echoing across the courtyard. My clothes tore as my body stretched, twisted, and broke to make way for the beast beneath.
Dark fur exploded across my skin, so deep brown it looked black under the moonlight. My jaw snapped forward, teeth lengthening into lethal fangs. My eyes glowed molten amber as my wolf finally broke free, towering above the stunned crowd.
A massive wolf. Their Alpha.
Gasps rippled through the air as I lifted my muzzle to the sky. The hunger, the rage, the possession all surged out of me in a single, earth-shaking howl. The sound tore through the night, echoing across dunes and cliffs, carrying one message to every ear that heard it.
I would find her because she was mine.
Reese. My mate. My child. My legacy.
No desert, no distance, no rebellion could sever that truth.
The pack scattered from my path as I surged forward, paws pounding against the ground. Dust and sand flew behind me as I raced toward the open desert, the scent of smoke flooding my senses.
In wolf form, things weren't as dark as they were in human form. And as I ran, I felt the wi
nd more, blowing through my fur.
I would find her, drag her back if I have to and she would learn,
No one runs from an Alpha.
EpilogueThe sun hung low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling estate. A man sat on the balcony of a grand, towering house, his posture stiff and his gaze distant. He tracked the movements of the servants below, trimming the plants in the garden on his left. Their motions were delicate as they shaped the foliage, making it into something pleasing to the eye. He watched them without interest, his mind elsewhere.To his right, the warriors trained.The rhythmic clash of swords, the grunts of exertion, the sound of fists hitting flesh, all were the backdrop to his thoughts. The pack was strong, their numbers growing, their skills sharpening. But still, something gnawed at him. A sensation in the pit of his stomach that he couldn’t shake. He wasn't the kind of man to feel doubt, yet there it was, a whisper in the back of his mind.His gaze flickered down to the scene before him, his eyes narrowing in distaste. The warriors moved with discipline, but something was off.
Reese’s POVNight settled over the pack like a blessing as the moon hung high in the sky, bathing the clearing in silver light. Stars scattered themselves across the heavens as if someone had taken their time placing each one carefully, making sure none were missing. The air was cool and the vibes were full.We had survived.That truth still felt unreal but it was true.Spit fires burned in wide circles around the clearing, flames crackling and dancing wildly as if even fire itself had decided to celebrate. Men of the pack danced around them shirtless, their laughter loud and unrestrained. Some moved with practiced steps passed down through generations, others simply stomped and spun and shouted, uncaring of rhythm as long as joy carried them.Barrels of beer, rum, and wine stood open, cups passed freely from hand to hand. Someone had dragged out old drums, their deep, steady beats thudding through the night, syncing with the heartbeat of the pack.Children ran between adults, shrie
Reese’s POVThe first thing I felt was pain.Not my own.His.It ripped through me so violently that I screamed.Jaxon lay on the stone floor at the foot of the platform, his massive wolf form trembling, dark blood pooling beneath him, staining the floors of crypt. The air reeked of iron and magic, thick and choking. Each shallow breath he took felt like a knife being driven into my chest.My senses were sharper. I felt more.“No,” I whispered hoarsely. “No, no, no…”The Bishop stood to his feet with a grunt. His arm was bent in an unnatural way but with one snap of his fingers, it snapped back to normal. His eyes glowed that same terrible ruby red, satisfaction curling his lips into a slow smile as he stared at me."Who knew?" He asked. "Who knew all it took was to kill the dog? I'd have done it earlier."I felt the rage in me build. I could barely contain it."“You see?” he said softly, almost kindly. “This is how it always ends.”It was then something inside me cracked.Not snapped
Jaxon’s POVThe moment I crossed the threshold, my blood turned to ice.The doors slammed shut behind me on their own, stone grinding against stone with a finality that echoed through my bones. The sound reverberated through the chamber, loud and unmistakable.I knew this place.I’d never been here in flesh.But I had bled here in my dreams.The crypt stretched out before me exactly as it had in every nightmare that had haunted my sleep. The same statues lining the walls, faceless wolves frozen mid howl, their mouths forever open in silent screams. The same lamps burning with an unnatural pale flame, casting long, warped shadows across the floor.The air smelled wrong.Old magic. Blood. Rot. Power that had been steeping for centuries.My heart slammed painfully against my ribs.“No...." I breathed.At the center of the room stood the platform.And bound to it was....“Reese.”My voice came out broken. Raw.She was strapped to the stone slab just as I’d seen in my dream. Wrists bound a
Jaxon’s POVThe desert stretched endlessly before us.Miles of sand and scorched earth beneath the sky. It felt too empty like the gods themselves had abandoned this place long ago. Heat shimmered in the air, warping the horizon, making everything look unreal.And yet there it was.I slowed to a stop, my boots sinking slightly into the sand as my gaze locked onto the structure ahead.“What in the hell…” I muttered.It rose out of the desert, a massive stone mansion, dark and imposing, its walls etched with ancient markings that pulsed faintly, almost alive. Towers climbed toward the sky, sharp and deliberate, as if daring the heavens to strike them down. There were no roads. No tracks. No signs of life around it.A fortress hidden in plain sight.I turned sharply to Selena. “This is it?”She nodded, her expression solemn. “Yes.”I frowned. “How has no one ever found this place?”She hesitated, then said quietly, “Because you can’t find it until you know what you’re looking for.”That
Reese’s POVThe Bishop walked toward me in simple slow steps. Each step echoed against the stone floor, slow and deliberate, the hem of his dark robes whispering as they swept the ground. The air felt heavier with every pace he took, like the room itself was bowing to him. My wrists burned against the ropes as I strained uselessly, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Strapped to his waist was a dagger. It was weird looking and it looked dark. Darker than his robes. I gulped at the sight of it.The blade looked ancient, dull in places, etched with symbols that hurt my eyes if I stared too long. The leather sheath was cracked and worn, as if it had been drawn and returned a thousand times. A weapon used often. Reverently.Ritually.Liam stepped forward before I could stop him.“You’re not going to kill her, are you?” he asked, his voice shaking. “You said you wouldn’t.”The Bishop didn’t even slow.He spared Liam a glance.Just one.And in that single look, I saw







