«CLARA POV»The sun was warm on my skin as I stood on the hill, holding my son in my arms. The wind was soft, carrying the smell of wildflowers and fresh earth. Peace. That was what this moment felt like—true, quiet peace.A lot had changed since the war ended. The rogues were gone. The curses were broken. And the scars left behind… well, they were healing.Lusaka, once the rogue King and my husband was has been disabled, locked up in the cell never to see the broad daylight until his last. While Savanna, Ravenanna’s mother has adopted me as her duaghter. She has also resumed her role as the pack seer of Silverfang pack and the Dark Howl pack. My father, Elijah, refuses to take another wife. He dedicated the rest of his life to mourning his, mate and wife who was my late mother. Something he hadn't done when Tiara was still alive. My father wanted to make things right. Despite my assurances, he was still filled with guilt. Presently, Liana stood a few feet away from me, her hand w
«THIRD POV»A celebration had been thrown for Clara and Adrian, the reputable Alpha and Luna of the Dark Howl pack. Yet, Adrian who couldn't waste any more moment to devour Clara mischievously sneaked her out of the grand hall. The music and voices falling into the background. “You dont know how much I have thought about this, love,” Adrian snarled with desire. The moment the suite door locked behind them, Adrian had Clara pinned against it, his mouth crashing down on hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation. “I need to feel you," his mind roared, the words vibrating through their fractured mate bond. “Need to know you're real. Need to know you're mine again." Clara gasped into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands mapped her body like a man starved. She bit his lip hard enough to taste blood, and he groaned, his hands tugging her clothes like they offended him by existing. Everywhere he touched burned —her waist, her hips, the sensitive curve of her
«CLARA POV»By the time we made it back, it was dawn and the sun was out. When we finally arrived back at the Dark Howl pack, I could already smell the smoke long before I saw it.The moment the car screeched to a stop and Adrian opened the door, I leapt out and my heart nearly stopped.Fire.Flames danced across the rooftops and buildings, smoke curling into the bright sky. Screams echoed through the air. Clashing steel and snarls of wolves filled the chaos as warriors clashed with rogues on scorched ground.A battle.Another one.I kept Liam cradled in my arms for a second longer, kissing his head as he whimpered. Then gently handed him to a trusted warrior inside the vehicle. “Protect him,” I ordered. “Don’t let him out of your sight.”The warrior nodded, locking the doors behind him.Adrian growled low beside me, his eyes scanning the battleground then they widened in disbelief.“Impossible…” he muttered.Following his gaze, my blood ran cold.There—at the frontlines—stood Lusaka,
«CLARA POV»“She was hiding in plain sight,” Adrain murmured.“She manipulated everything,” Ryan added, his voice low. “The attack. Everything." "Ophelia knew she was the cursed she-wolf. But she and her mother, and Andromeds twisted the truth." I said, my eyes saddening. Ophelia’s body twitched.We all jumped back, weapons drawn... but nothing happened.She stilled again.Adrian stepped forward, his eyes glowing. “This wasn’t natural. She gave herself to the curse. That’s why her body couldn’t hold it anymore. It ate her from the inside.”We stood in silence, the truth settling over us. Again and again. She was the cursed wolf.Finally the truth had revealed itself.Adrian looked at me then, his hand still holding mine. “We were all wrong about you, Clara,” he said. “So wrong. You were never the cursed one. You’re the cure.”And somehow, even surrounded by the stench of rot and darkness, those words made me feel whole again.“We need to find Liam,” I said, my voice trembling but f
«CLARA POV»The moment we returned to the Dark Howl pack, I could feel the difference in the air. There was a loud tension lingering, like steel pulled taut. Warriors stood in formation near the gates, their uniforms pressed, their expressions grim and focused. But what caught my attention wasn’t just the urgency. It was the way every pair of eyes slowly turned to us. Or more accurately, to her. Liana. I noticed the way everyone's eyes kept flickering toward her, who hovered nervously behind me, her fingers clutching the fabric of my sleeve like a lifeline. I could sense the peoples curiosity, their silent questions. Who was she? Why was she with me? But it was Ryan's gaze that truly held me.He stood still, but his eyes… they never left her. There was something unreadable in his expression, something deeper than curiosity. It wasn’t lust, and it wasn’t judgment. It was almost like… recognition?I narrowed my eyes, noting how his hands clenched slightly at his sides. Why was he
«CLARA POV»Adrian’s large frame was crouched over Taylor, who was pinned down on the long dining table. His claws were fully extended, one hand wrapped around Taylor’s throat, the other pressing down hard on his chest. His eyes weren’t just angry—they were wild, glowing with a deadly light.Chairs were overturned. The tablecloth was half-ripped. Silverware lay scattered like fallen weapons. Everyone stood frozen. Savanna, Elojah, a few omegas staring in wide-eyed shock. No one dared move.Taylor was bleeding from the mouth, his lip split and his head turned roughly to the side.Adrian snarled low and deep, his voice shaking the air. “You touched what’s mine.”I gasped, unable to breathe for a second.Liana beside me whimpered and took a step back, terrified.Adrian’s fangs glinted, and Taylor struggled beneath him, wheezing, trying to speak. “I didn’t—she ran—”“I smelled your stench all over her!” Adrian roared, tightening his grip. “You dared to come near my mate?! In her room?!”“