Kamrynn: Perhaps I was cursed or maybe it was just a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it is, it got me accused of murdering my twin sister and punished severely for a crime I didn't commit by the man I've loved since childhood. Calvin is everything— was everything. But it's crazy how creative a person can get when it comes to making another person suffer. I managed to escape, pregnant, but I had no idea what destiny had in store for me. Calvin: She killed my mate and unborn child, I hated her. It would only be fair that she replaces the child she killed, no? But she ran away while pregnant with my children and on top of that, she cursed me and my Pack. And now I'm tormented, my people are dying. She was no murderer, instead she turned out to be the moon goddess' daughter and I've doomed my Pack. I've realized what a grave mistake I made, I want her back, I want my children back. Only she can lift the curse but she hates my guts and wants nothing to do with me…
View MoreKamrynn's POV I clenched my jaw."Kamrynn," he pleaded, his voice raw. "Please."I swallowed hard, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs. "...Astor," I finally muttered. "And Arabella."Calvin’s breath hitched. His lips parted slightly as he repeated their names under his breath, tasting them."Astor. Arabella."A soft, broken smile crossed his lips. "They're such beautiful names. Thank you," he whispered, his voice raw. "For giving birth to my children."I scoffed, my fingers curling into fists. "Don’t thank me."His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his jaw tightening, but then his face crumpled. "Kamrynn," he breathed, stepping closer. "Please."I stiffened, my body pressing harder against the cold wall behind me, trying to put as much distance between us as possible."I need to be in their lives," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I have to be. You don’t understand what this means to me. I—I thought they were gone. I thought I lost everything. I thought I lost you.
Kamrynn’s POVIt had taken everything Rmonica had in her to calm me down.She had stroked my hair, whispered reassurances, and repeated over and over that Orion had things handled. That Calvin would be gone by morning. That I didn’t have to worry.But I couldn’t stop worrying.Even after the twins had fed and drifted off to sleep, their tiny hands curled into soft fists, their chests rising and falling in peaceful rhythm, my mind refused to settle.Because he knew.He knew about Astor and Arabella.And Calvin had never been the type to walk away from something he wanted.I tossed and turned on the bed, my heart pounding relentlessly against my ribs. My head screamed at me to trust Orion, to trust that he would follow through with his word and have Calvin removed first thing in the morning.But my gut told me otherwise.He’s still here.I sighed and sat up, rubbing my face tiredly.Reaching for the jug of water on my bedside table, I tilted it over my cup, only to find it empty.I hesi
Calvin’s POVOrion turned toward the door, his steps slow but final, his posture screaming of a man who had already made up his mind.But I couldn’t let him leave. Not yet.“Wait,” I said, my voice firm despite the turmoil inside me. “You can’t send me away. Not yet.”Orion didn’t turn back. His hand rested on the door handle, fingers curling around the polished metal. “And why not?” His tone was flat, cold.“Because Kamrynn has my children.”The words came out more desperate than I intended, my chest tightening at the mere thought of being permanently shut out of their lives.Orion’s grip on the handle tightened, the muscles in his back tensing beneath his shirt. But he didn’t turn. He didn’t even acknowledge my words in the way I had hoped. Instead, he responded with quiet, brutal finality.“They ceased to be your children the moment you crucified their mother.”My breath hitched. The weight of his words settled over me like an unbearable burden, crushing what little remained of my
Calvin's POV I barely had time to brace myself before Orion reached me.The Alpha of the Blue Bell Pack stood tall, his presence radiating the quiet confidence of a man who knew his power and never needed to flaunt it. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, sharp as a blade, dissecting me before I could even open my mouth.Then, he leaned in, his voice a low whisper, yet carrying the unmistakable weight of a command.“Follow me.”Fenrir bristled instantly, hackles raised, a snarl building in the back of my mind."He dares to command us?" Fenrir growled, his rage pulsing through me. "Who does he think he is?"I clenched my jaw. An Alpha who has every advantage in this territory, I reminded him. This isn’t our land, Fenrir. This isn’t our fight."We should challenge him!""And accomplish what? Getting thrown in a cell?" I snapped back. We came here for an alliance. Not a fight.Fenrir let out a guttural snarl but grudgingly retreated into the depths of my mind.Without a word, I foll
Kamrynn’s POVI practically ran into my room, clutching Astor against my chest like he was my lifeline. My hands were shaking so badly that it took two tries before I managed to turn the lock, securing the door behind us.Rmonica followed close behind, still holding Arabella, her face dark with confusion and concern.“Kamrynn,” she said, voice firm but laced with worry. “What the hell just happened? Who was that man?”I let out a shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I pressed my back against the door, needing its solidness to ground me. I turned my gaze to Rmonica, whose sharp green eyes were burning with questions.“That was Calvin,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Rmonica’s entire body stiffened. “Calvin?” she repeated, as if saying his name would somehow make the situation less real.I nodded. “He—he was here at the party. He approached me. Asked for my forgiveness.”Rmonica’s eyes flashed with pure, unfiltered rage. “That bastard had the guts to show his face? After eve
Kamrynn’s POVThe second I stepped into the bathroom, I barely had time to lock the door before my legs gave out beneath me. I crumpled onto the floor, my hands trembling as I clutched at my dress, gasping for air. My chest felt tight, as if someone had wrapped their hands around my throat and was squeezing, forcing out every last bit of control I had left.And then the first sob tore through me.It was raw, ugly, painful. The kind of cry that came from deep inside, from a place long buried under layers of strength and survival. The kind of cry I hadn't allowed myself in a very long time.My shoulders shook violently as I pressed a hand over my mouth, muffling the desperate sounds escaping me. My heart pounded against my ribs, the weight of everything crashing down all at once. I had held it together for as long as I could. I had faced Calvin without breaking, without giving him the satisfaction of knowing just how much he still had the power to hurt me. But now that I was alone, the
Calvin’s POVUpon arriving at the Blue Bell Pack’s celebration, a rare feeling of satisfaction settled in my chest. The plan was working. The guards at the entrance had barely spared me a second glance when I handed over my invitation, granting me access without suspicion. The grand hall was filled with energy—laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses creating a welcoming atmosphere.I had come here with a purpose. My Pack was barely holding on, resources dwindling to dangerous levels. This was my chance to negotiate with the Alpha of Blue Bell, to form an alliance, to secure a trade deal that could keep my people from starving. That was all that mattered.Or at least, it was. Until I saw her.At first, my mind couldn’t register it. I was making my way through the crowd when my eyes landed on a familiar figure at the buffet table. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room.Kamrynn.My heart lurched in my chest, an erratic, painful thud. It had been so long—so long since
Kamrynn’s POVThe room felt like it had been frozen in time. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at Calvin, the last person I ever expected—ever wanted—to see here. My back hit the buffet table, and I scrambled for balance, but his hands gripped my shoulders, steadying me.His touch burned through the fabric of my dress, sending a shiver down my spine. I inhaled sharply, steeling myself. I wouldn’t let him intimidate me. Not now. Not ever again.“What are you doing here?” My voice was low, sharp, laced with venom.“I need to talk to you,” he said simply, his voice calm but urgent.Before I could react, he removed his hands from my shoulders, his fingers sliding down to clasp my hand instead.“Let go of me,” I hissed, trying to pull away, but his grip was firm as he began leading me toward the edge of the hall.“Kamrynn, please. Just come with me. I don’t want to make a scene.”“Oh, I’ll make a scene,” I snapped, trying to dig my heels into the floor, but he was already pulling me
Kamrynn’s POVAnxiety curled in my stomach like a stubborn weed, refusing to be uprooted no matter how hard I tried to shake it. It had been two days since the nightmare, but Calvin’s haunting gaze and his bloodied hands still lingered in my mind like a stain. Every time I closed my eyes, the vision of him whispering, “You’re my salvation,” echoed in my ears. The memory left a bitter taste in my mouth, a warning I couldn’t decipher. I couldn't help but wish over and over again that I would never have to cross paths with that man.I tugged absently at the hem of my dress, my mind racing. The party. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to attend. In fact, every fiber of my being screamed to stay behind, to shut myself away with my twins and avoid the crowd altogether.The sound of soft gurgling pulled me from my thoughts. I turned toward the crib and found Astor and Arabella lying side by side, their tiny hands waving in the air as they grunted at each other. They were only a week old, yet they
Kamrynn "I’m not sure which hurts more—his hands or his words. Every time he touches me, it’s another reminder of how far I’ve fallen… and how much he despises me."The bedroom is cold, dark, and suffocating. Calvin’s room. No. The Alpha's bedroom. His territory. I’m on my back, staring at the ceiling, willing my mind to drift somewhere else—anywhere but here—while Calvin rams into me, his movements harsh and punishing. He doesn’t care about my pain. He never has. He’s lost in his hatred, every thrust a reminder that to him, I am nothing but a tool for his vengeance.His breath is hot on my neck, ragged and full of anger. My body lies limp beneath him, taking it, just like I always do. His hand tightens around my throat, and I know what’s coming before he even says it.“Look at me, you filthy slut.” His voice is ice cold, full of disgust. “Don’t you dare try to escape in your head. You’re not going anywhere.”He slaps me hard across the face. The sharp sting pulls me back to reality,...
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