LOGINKieran's POV It's been months now and I still wake up every goddamn morning reaching for her, my hand grasping at empty sheets that smell like nothing but dust and regret. Nalani. My mate. Our mate.I still recall staring at that charred, unrecognizable body we had found in the ruins of the old pack house… even though I smelled her scent clinging to the ashes and watched them lower what was left into the cold earth, the bond still pulses. Faint, yes… goddess, so faint it’s like trying to hold smoke in my hands… but it’s there. A fragile thread, stretching across an impossible distance, refusing to break. It beats in my chest like a second heart, weak and erratic, but alive. And as long as it beats, I will not believe that the corpse we buried was my mate.I keep telling myself it was a trick. A cruel, calculated lie planted by whoever took her from us. They wanted us broken, wanted us to surrender to grief and stop searching. They burned someone… anyone and doused the remains in h
Nalani’s POVWhen I came to consciousness… hours later... maybe, the cell was silent again. My body felt like it had been flayed, every muscle aching, wrists raw and bleeding beneath the newly reinforced chains. The baby was too still for a terrifying moment, and panic clawed at my throat until a faint, defiant flutter reassured me they were still fighting.Zeph’s voice filtered through the wall, low and fierce, thick with worry and rage. “Nalani. Listen to me. We are getting out. You, me, and that pup. I don’t care what it takes.”I pressed my forehead to the cold metal, tears dripping onto the floor.“I don’t know how,” I whispered, voice hoarse and broken.“We’ll find a way,” he said, unwavering. “We always do. And when we do, Bianca, Jade… all of them will burn for this.”I closed my eyes, hand straining as close to my belly as the chains allowed.The baby kicked again, stronger this time. A fighter.Like its mother.Like its fathers.I drew in a shaking breath.“Then we fight,” I
Nalani’s POVThe next day dragged in on sluggish feet.I had not slept. The dim light filtering through the cracks in the stone walls did little to chase away the haze clouding my mind. My body felt like it had been dragged through fire… weak, dizzy, every muscle protesting with a dull ache that radiated from my core. The chains bit into my wrists, a constant reminder of my captivity, but it was the exhaustion that truly weighed me down. I hadn't eaten properly in days, and the life growing inside me demanded more strength than I had left to give. I leaned against the cold wall, trying to steady my breathing.The chains had rubbed fresh sores into my wrists overnight, and the latest dose of whatever Damian had injected into my neck still burned beneath my skin, dulling my wolf, slowing my healing, making every breath a conscious effort. The baby moved again sometime before dawn, small, insistent flutters that felt like a tiny fist knocking from the inside, reminding me what was at st
Nalani's POV The flutter came again that night… stronger, unmistakable, a deliberate kick against the walls of my womb.I was alone in the shed, chained to the cold metal wall with my arms wrenched high above my head, body a throbbing map of bruises and half-healed cuts from the latest session. The poison still coursed through my veins, dulling the edges of everything, turning sharp pain into a constant, heavy ache. But it wasn’t enough to hide what was happening inside me anymore. A soft, rolling movement low in my belly, like tiny limbs stretching, turning, testing the confined space they now called home.My breath caught in my throat, ragged and sharp.Pregnant.The word slammed into me with the force of one of Jade’s whips, cracking across my mind and leaving me reeling.I was pregnant.How long had it been? It had to be weeks. Time had completely dissolved in this place… days bleeding into nights marked only by injections, torture, and the distant screams echoing through the cam
Nalani's POV Days blurred into a haze of pain and poison, one bleeding seamlessly into the next until I couldn’t tell dawn from dusk.I lost count after the fifth… or maybe it was the seventh cycle of the needle. Time had become nothing more than the interval between injections. Every ten hours, the rogue would appear at the pit’s edge like a grim reaper, rope ladder rattling as he descended, syringe already uncapped and glinting in the sickly green firelight from the camp above.The burn was immediate and vicious: a liquid fire that surged from the puncture in my neck, racing along every vein, igniting nerves and turning my limbs to useless lead. My muscles seized, then went slack, heavy as wet stone. My wolf retreated deeper with each dose, her once-fierce presence reduced to a distant, whining shadow curled small in the corner of my mind. They’d upgraded the poison since my last captivity; this version didn’t just dull my strength. .. it clawed viciously at the Lynix essence itse
Nalani's POV The terror hit me like a freight train derailing in my chest, every nerve ending screaming in denial. That voice had haunted my nightmares for over a month. In those sweat-soaked dreams, Damian was a broken thing, a grotesque shadow of the man… a monster, his movements jerky and unnatural, like a marionette with half its strings severed. Bones grinding audibly against each other, steps uneven and halting, as if he were relearning to walk on limbs that had been forcibly remade in some feverish, self-inflicted nightmare. His body had been twisted by Jade's experiments… skin stretched too tight over malformed muscles, veins bulging black under translucent flesh, eyes sunken into hollows that burned with a madness no sanity could reach. I’d wake up gasping, sheets tangled around me, convinced the scent of his decay still clung to my skin, to my soul.But now… now he stepped fully into the green-tinged firelight at the edge of the pit, and the shock rooted me to the cold, da
Caspian’s POVNalani stood rigid between us, confusion and fear flickering across her face as her eyes darted from me to Kieran. The tension was so thick it felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. My little wolf took a hesitant step back, sensing the hostility rolling off both of us in w
Nalani’s POVI lay flat on my back on the training mat, arms crossed behind my head, staring up at the high ceiling of the Halestone pack gym. Sweat still clung to my skin from the last set. My lungs burned, but my mind was clear.“I need to work on my weaknesses,” I said, voice steady. “I won’t wi
Nalani’s POVI knelt in the backyard garden, my fingers buried deep in the cool, dark soil around my mother’s prized flowers. The late-afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting golden patches across the petals. I was lost in the simple rhythm of tending them when a sharp buzz jolted from t
Nalani’s POV“Wake up, Bianca.”The words barely left my mouth before my sister let out another long, dramatic snore. She was buried so deep under her blanket that only a chaotic explosion of ginger hair poked out, like flames trying to escape a smothering cloud. Typical Bianca… sleeping like the w







