Masuk╭──────༺♡༻──────╮Alpha Dominic's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ONE WEEK LATERHeavy rain hammered the roof of the packhouse like a thousand fucking war drums. The sound, a relentless, thunderous cacophony, drowned out everything else. Until the sound of rushing water assaulted my ears. Even in my sleep, I couldn't ignore it. A drop of cold, unwelcome water landed on my face, jolting me awake.I sat up, heart pounding, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth.The flood.Flynn had warned me. Ranting about some storm vision, acting like he had suddenly become a goddamn seer. I had laughed it off and told him to lay off the whiskey.Now, the water was seeping under my bedroom door, cold and merciless, turning my expensive carpet into a soggy mess."Shit," I growled, tossing aside the covers.The packhouse was flooding, and it was happening fast. Too goddamn fast. All I could hear was the river roaring outside, swollen and pissed off, like the moon goddess herself had decided
╭──────────.★..─╮Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧I shoved the door open, stepping inside like I was marching to war. Alpha Jeremiah looked up from his desk, those golden eyes locking onto mine instantly. The air shifted, thick with his scent, cedar, sandalwood, and alpha power. It hit me low in the gut, same as always. And I fucking hated it."Scarlett." He leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. "You look like you are about to shift and tear the room apart. What happened? Did you like my gift?"I opened my mouth to speak, the words right there at the tip of my tongue: Your Luna's fucking Derek in one of the rooms, and your son is a disgusting little shit who doesn't respect anyone or anything. And as for the gift, that jerk burned it.But nothing came out. I wasn't a snitch. Never had been. And telling him felt…wrong. Like I would be lowering myself to their level, gossiping about his marriage like some jealous mate. Even if seeing it made me feel dirty, hot, and confused all
╭──────────.★..─╮Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧I stood in front of the easel in the sunlit art room, paint-stained apron tied tight around my waist. Trying to get my shit together. The scent of turpentine and fresh canvas usually calmed me, but today it did jack shit. I was fucking livid about what Jacob had done this morning, taking the expensive golden brush his father had gifted me, out of the blue, no less, and calling me a whore for accepting it. And then burning it. Now he was back from school, and I was supposed to teach him.I had nearly shifted right there and taught him a lesson, but I held it together. Alpha Jeremiah wanted me to handle his son's attitude through art and said it would teach him discipline and patience. Yeah, right. Now it felt more like a punishment for me.Jacob lounged at his station like he owned the place, charcoal smudged on his fingers. The same smug tilt to his mouth. He was supposed to be working on shading techniques, basic value scales,
╭──────༺♡༻──────╮Alpha Flynn's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧The bathroom door shook under my fists. God, my knuckles were starting to hurt. Anna's sobs echoed from the other side, now muffled by the door and the running water she had just cranked on.“Angel, please. Open up for Daddy. I swear, I'm not here to fight. Dom is gone. It's just me now, so open up, will you?” My voice shook.The whiskey from last night was burning in my throat, making me feel ten times worse.Self-harm?The words slammed into my skull, a brutal, sickening wave. How the fuck had I missed this? I had always been the fun one, the spoiler. Maybe that’s why I had never seen that side, and besides, I was rarely at home for the kids, spending most of my time drowning in booze, crying over a woman that was never mine, that I could never have. And besides, even though I didn’t officially adopt the kids, Selena just put their names under mine due to our shotgun marriage. Ever since she was tossed out of our lives, I
╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I stumbled out of my room, throwing my hair into a messy bun. Pajama pants and top still on. Exhausted. Barely got any sleep. Not after overhearing Alpha Jeremiah and Flynn talking about a flood last night after I had been kicked out of the room. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but I had heard what they were saying, and it sounded serious. Wished someone would fill me in on what the hell was going on in this pack. I had been up all night, tossing and turning. The entire packhouse was empty. Everyone was still asleep, or…something. I grabbed an apple from the counter, biting into it, leaning against the kitchen island. "Mate!" Lena screamed. "So much for warning me, Lena," I replied, mentally. Alpha Jeremiah walked into the kitchen. Figures. He looked unfairly good for a man who had just woken up and who had caught me with a naked Alpha Flynn in the closet last night. The thought made me choke on the apple. Memories of his ar
╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Dominic's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧Adjusting the robe at my waist, I strode down the hallway towards Anna’s room. Maxwell stood guard outside, looking like he had gone ten rounds with a rabid wolf. Blood trickled from his eyebrow, mixing with the dirt on his cheek. Several angry claw marks disfigured his neck and arms."You look like shit," I observed, stating the obvious.Maxwell shrugged, wincing as he tried to wipe the blood away. "Tell me about it."I cleared my throat, cutting to the chase. "Were you able to get her to stop?"Maxwell gestured to his mangled state. "What do you think, Alpha? I did. And she took it out on me."I grimaced. I hadn't known Anna had this kind of temper simmering beneath the surface. But then again, the Moon Goddess throwing a wrench in her ill-fated relationship with that fool Kevin had clearly sent her spiraling. Acting like it was the end of the fucking world.I reached for the doorknob, twisting. Locked. "She loc







