André’s POVThe knock on healer's door was softer than it should’ve been.I wasn’t here to demand answers. I was here because something inside me something old and aching needed to understand.She opened the door with that calm, knowing look in her eyes, like she’d already sensed me coming. The scent of herbs and wolfsbane clung to the air behind her, grounding and earthy.“Alpha,” she greeted gently. “Or are you just André today?”I gave a small, tired smile. “Just André.”She stepped aside and motioned me in. “Then sit. And tell me what’s eating you alive from the inside out.”I didn’t speak for a moment.The fire crackled in the hearth. The windows were open to the breeze. And still my chest felt like it was carrying a weight I wasn’t meant to bear.“I connect with her” I said finally.Marala raised a brow. “Genevieve.”I nodded. “It wasn’t just a connection, It was… it was lightning. Like something in me cracked open. Like I’ve been asleep for years and just now woke up.”Her eyes
Genevieve’s POVThe air had changed.I noticed it that morning subtle but electric. Like the quiet hum in the atmosphere before a thunderstorm, only this storm wasn’t in the sky. It was between us.André stood across the training field, speaking with his Gamma about border patrol shifts, but my eyes wouldn’t leave him. The way his muscles flexed when he moved. The way his jaw tightened when he thought. The low timber of his voice carried to me even with the distance and every word sent a ripple down my spine.He wasn’t even trying, and yet my wolf stirred with interest.No… not just interest. Need.As if finally, after all the danger, after the pain and survival and blood, something sacred had been given permission to bloom.The mate bond.It sparked like a live wire between us.When he turned to look at me, his gaze lingered.And the moment our eyes met, it hit.Hard.My heart skipped. My breath stuttered. Heat pooled low in my stomach, and I felt it that unmistakable pull. That ache
Genevieve’s POVThe world outside had gone quiet.No alarms. No screams. No shadows creeping through the trees.For the first time in weeks, the pack house was still its halls bathed in candlelight, its windows open to the soft hush of the wind. The fires had died down. The warriors had gone to rest. The Council’s verdict was behind us.And André was finally mine again.We hadn’t spoken much since the judgment. He’d come to me with blood still on his skin, and I’d wrapped my arms around him without a word. Now, as I stood in our room, the tension in my chest slowly began to loosen.The door clicked shut behind him.I turned.He stood there, shirtless, sweat and war washed clean from his skin. The bandage on his ribs had been replaced, but his eyes they still carried the storm. The weight of everything he’d carried.And yet when he looked at me, it was like he was coming home.Neither of us spoke as he crossed the room. He reached for me slowly, his fingers curling around mine. I could
Author's POVThree days after the war ended, silence returned to the land.But it wasn’t peace.It was the calm before justice.In the sacred valley of the Ancients where the Council of Elders convened beneath the marble pillars of the Tribunal Grove the surviving members of Late Alpha Kendrick’s pack stood chained and bruised under the shadow of judgment.At the center stood Alpha André, flanked by Alpha Benny, Alpha Nalani, and Alpha Thorne, each bearing the wounds of battle, their authority unquestioned. Behind them stood their warriors, united under a single banner of truth.Across from them, shackled and silent, stood Kai, Kendrick’s second-born son. His face was bloodied, pride long stripped away. Beside him stood Kendrick’s widow, the once-feared Luna still draped in mourning silks that did nothing to hide the venom in her gaze. Although her plans failed, although her life was ruined, she still had no remorse for what happened, she still had that look on her face that said, 'I
Author's POVSmoke curled into the sky like twisted ribbons, and the ground was soaked in blood and ash.The battle was at its worst.André stood in the middle of the training field, chest heaving, fur slick with sweat and blood his own and others’. Around him, his warriors fought like wolves possessed. Screams and snarls filled the night air as Rhygar’s forces surged in relentless waves.But they hadn’t broken the line.Not yet.André had already taken down five of them on his own.Then came Oric.Massive. Brutal. Foaming at the mouth like a beast unchained.André had no time to shift back.Oric came crashing through the flame-lit fog like a boulder, launching himself at André with a roar that shook the trees. They collided in a tangle of claws and fangs, tumbling across the dirt. Oric bit deep into André’s shoulder, drawing a vicious tear of flesh.André growled, ignoring the pain.He slammed his elbow into Oric’s jaw, then twisted and pinned the traitor to the ground. But Oric buck
Author's POVThe attack came without mercy.The first explosion ripped through the night air like thunder, its echo tearing across the forest in jagged waves. The eastern supply sheds burst into flame, sending plumes of smoke spiraling toward the sky. Shouts rang out. Then howls. Then chaos.André was already halfway down the corridor before the second alarm bell rang.Genevieve stood frozen in the doorway of their room, eyes wide, heart pounding. Behind her, Kiera clutched the blanket around her shoulders, pale and silent. The healer was gathering her satchel with trembling hands, her jaw tight with resolve.“André?” Genevieve called, voice trembling.He turned sharply, already shirtless, the edge of a claw slicing through his forearm as he prepared to shift. His eyes glowed with fury but they softened the moment they landed on her.“They’re here,” he said. “Kendrick’s pack. They are finally attacking”“How bad?” The healer asked from behind.“They’ve started with the east,” André gr