Elara's POV:
The sharp pain in my chest came out of nowhere, wrenching a gasp from my lips as I stepped out of my bed. The world seemed to tilt, and my trembling hands reached for my phone on the nightstand.
My mate, the man I’d given my heart to, was the only person I could think of in that moment of pain. My fingers shook as I pressed his number.
"Please, Damien… Please pick up," I whispered hoarsely. My voice barely rose above a breath. The line kept ringing. But he didn't answer.
Tears blurred my vision as I dropped the phone on the bed. I pressed my hand against my chest, begging the pain to subside, but it only grew worse. I needed help. Summoning what little strength I had, I dragged myself to the door.
"Is anyone there?" I called out weakly. Silence greeted me. The Packhouse was unusually quiet, as if the world itself had turned its back on me.
I gritted my teeth and stumbled into the hallway, clutching the wall for support. Every step felt like a battle, the pain radiating from my chest down to my abdomen. When I reached the top of the staircase, my vision swam, and the edges of my world darkened.
“No…” I whispered to myself. I wouldn’t give in to the pain. I needed to get help.
But my foot slipped on the edge of the step, and I tumbled down, my body colliding with each step. By the time I hit the bottom, I was already weak.
Suddenly, warmth spread between my legs, and when I looked down, I saw blood.
"No….no, no, no!" I screamed, clutching my stomach. "Not my baby… please, not my baby!"
My scream must have reached someone, because moments later, footsteps thundered down the hall. A couple of Pack members appeared, their faces pale with shock.
“Luna! Someone call the healer!” One of them shouted.
I barely registered their movements as darkness crept into my vision. The only thought that kept me alive was my child—the thought of losing him gave me hope.
When I woke up, the white walls of the Pack clinic greeted me. My body ached in ways I didn’t think were possible, but the emptiness in my soul was far worse.
I instinctively placed a hand over my stomach, only to feel….nothing.
“She’s awake.” A soft voice said.
I turned to see Amelia, one of the healers, standing by the door. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she’d been crying for me.
“Amelia…” My voice cracked. “My baby?”
Her lips trembled, and she avoided my gaze. “I’m so sorry, Luna. We… we couldn’t save him.”
The world shattered around me. My baby. My Child. Gone. Tears welled up in my eyes as I clutched the sheets.
Hours passed—or maybe days. Time lost all meaning. I kept waiting for Damien to appear, for him to storm in and take me into his arms, to grieve with me. But he never came.
When the healers finally discharged me, I clung to the faint hope that he’d be waiting for me at the Packhouse, ready to make amends. Instead, when I arrived at his study, his guards blocked my path.
“The Alpha is busy.” One of them said coldly.
I laughed bitterly. “Too busy for his mate? Too busy for the woman who just lost his child?”
The guards didn’t flinch. Their loyalty to Damien was unwavering, even when he didn’t deserve it. I turned away, tears burning my eyes as I made my way to my room.
Two days later, the pain returned. This time, it was worse. Three times worse. My chest felt like it was on fire, and I could barely breathe. But I couldn’t call for help. No one would listen.
I stumbled through the Packhouse, clutching my chest; my vision was blurry due to the unshed tears. But somehow, I made it to Damien’s office.
The guards exchanged a glance, and for once, they let me through without protest. My relief was short-lived.
The sight that greeted me froze me in place. Damien, my Mate, the Alpha I had devoted my life to, had his dick buried between the legs of Sabrina, his Beta’s sister.
Her moans filled the room as his hips moved against her. “Umm… yes, Damien.”
I couldn’t breathe. The pain in my chest exploded, searing through every part of me. My hands shook as I gripped the doorframe, unable to tear my eyes away from the betrayal before me.
“Damien.” I called out. My voice barely over a whisper, but it was enough to make him look up.
His golden eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, something flashed across his face. Was it guilt? Regret? It disappeared too quickly to tell.
“Elara.” He pulled away from Sabrina, his tone flat and devoid of emotion. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“I… I was in pain.” I stammered, tears streaming down my face. “I needed you… I needed my Mate.”
Sabrina smirked, her arms still draped around him as if she had every right to be there. “Looks like your Luna doesn’t understand boundaries.”
I staggered backward, the weight of her words crushing me. Without another word, I turned and fled, ignoring the sharp protests of my body.
I loved Damien with everything I had. From the moment the Mate Bond snapped into place, I believed the Moon Goddess had blessed me with someone who would cherish and protect me.
He was the Alpha, the strongest wolf in the CrimsonFall Pack, the man who once whispered promises of forever against my skin.
But those promises felt like ash in my mouth now. I stumbled back to my room, my mind replaying every moment of our relationship. The late-night walks under the moonlight, his rare but genuine smiles, the way he used to wrap me in his arms after a long day. Was it all a lie?
I sank to the floor, clutching my chest as sobs wracked my body. The bond between us, that was once a source of warmth and strength to me, now felt like chains digging into my soul.
How could he betray me like this? How could he claim to be too busy to see me while he had time to bury himself in another woman?
I pressed my hand to my stomach. My baby was gone. And now, it seemed, my mate was too.
Suddenly, my door was pushed open.
Roland's POV~My arms rested on a jagged splintered post, my body shaking with exhaustion, silver poison from the Alpha’s claw burning through me, eating away at my strength, my gray wolf sluggish and stirring within me, growling its resolve to fight. Julian was there, sprawled on a cot beside me, his chest rising, fragile breaths, the healer saving his life after his heart had stopped, gray eyes half open, clouded with agony and guilt, somehow still alive, a miracle I held onto like a lifeline in a storm. The Alpha’s path was savage and one now of instinct, leading away from the camp, its feral scent of blood reaching a Silver Veil lab buried deep in the frost-crusted Vellex woods, a fortress of secrets that fed the monster who had been born of Elara and Lyra’s twin blood, the nightmare we’d all brought into this world. Elara and Damien’s connection, their silent faith that I’d seen practiced in the safehouse, their joined hands, was a lighthouse in my thoughts, a picture of love th
Damien’s POV~The Vellex safehouse stood like a ruined lighthouse in the frozen depths of the woods, rotting wooden walls eyeing under a cruel noonday frost, the air itself tasting thickly of pine and the bitter, coin-like tang of Lyra’s blood that stained my hands, a grim reminder of the Alpha’s savagery. Her soft frame was in my arms as I carried her through the door- her chest nearly ripped open from the werewolf’s claws, breaths shallow, uneven, her hazel eyes sliding shut, barely holding on, my heart strumming a wild, primal terror with every fragile heartbeat of hers. Elara held my arm, her touch warm, steady—not love, but connection, a lifeline for the storm, her hazel eyes meeting mine, thrusting me deeper into the mate bond, a small but fierce fire against the endless night. The Alpha’s scent — wild, mindless, a monstrous thing of Elara and Lyra’s twin blood — drew near, the howls of it shaking the frost-cloaked pines, a remorseless hunter let loose upon us from Vellex’s fore
Lyra’s POV~I stood in the dim lantern-lit room with my shoulder burning under its bandages, the days-old blade from the Bloodhound scout’s grip a dull, constant throb, my hazel eyes flashing like the fierce, restless throb of my awakened wolf, its power echoing Elara’s, my twin, the mirror of my soul, the sister I had only recently found and would do anything to keep. Traversing the threadbare wooden floor in little more than a playful parry, swinging lightly with a training blade, her auburn hair dancing in the shimmer of the lantern’s golden light, her hazel eyes alight with a resolve that flickered against her weariness, her laughter a rare and transient sound that would warm my heart like nothing else could muster. Damien was pacing along the wall beside me, his dark eyes growing soft as he looked at her; his love—gentle, devoted, strong—was a thread of light through the darkness; our mate bonds a constant flame through the turmoil; it gave me courage; an ideal of love I’d destro
Sabrina’s POV~My breath came in pained gasps, my legs aching as I stumbled from Rosa’s blade, its silver brightness still etched into my thoughts, cold, gray eyes that promised the end for my treachery, the punishment I deserved for defying Silver Veil. My hair was tangled and matted with sweat and blood, a shallow graze down my cheek, something I sustained while escaping, green eyes darting through shadows as I searched for the faint glow of the safehouse where Elara and her pack were staying. The Alpha’s feral reek, wild and biting, a monstrous power, born of Elara and Lyra’s twin blood, hung in the forest; its presence pulsed in my desperation, but Elara and Damien’s bond, the silent strength I’d seen in a scrap of moments near their camp, was my lighthouse, a vision of trust and love I yearned to claim, a redemption for my sins. My history with Silver Veil, my time as “Phase Catalyst,” was a stain of treachery, my betrayal of Caspian—delivering him to Rosa’s machinations—a sin I
Jasmine's POV~The Vellex safehouse was a cracked stronghold, its aged wood creaking against the frigid clutch of gray dawn, the sky heavy with the tang of frost and the faint copper scent of blood that clung to my bandages, a bitter testament to the fights we’d survived. I stood next to the creaking door, the arm into which the sniper’s bullet had stung in the woods red between the flesh of my forearm and sleeve, the wound open but not deep, with my auburn hair untidy, sweat-filled, my brown eyes taking in the narrow space, the cold steel of the knife clutched there keeping me steady. Elara rested on a rickety cot opposite me, fixing Damien with her hazel eyes, the silent faith they shared—a look, a fleeting touch of his hand on her arm—an encouragement to my courage, their mate bond a flame that heated the curtain-shadowed, winter-cold room, a brightness that drove out the dark that seemed ready to engulf us. Lyra layover there, a bandage tight around her shoulder, her cheeks draine
Roland's POV~His chest rose with a weak, irregular rhythm, sparked again by the healer’s frantic fingers after his heart had stopped, and his gray eyes, half-lidded, clouded with the pain of the silver blade that had nearly taken him from the chaos of our camp stared back at me. The camp wasn’t diminished, a mere shadow of its former strength, the collapse of the ritual labs taking half our number away, fifty wolves went to the fire and the steel of the enemy, their blood bereaving me, a wound that bled my resolve, but Julian’s continued life was my life, a spark that fed my rage and my desperate hope. But the Alpha’s bellows sounded again, raw and guttural, pealing from the frost-bitten forests of Vellex, the stench of it—a wild smell, an essence of blood and earth—nearer, a creature spawned from the blood thrums of Elara and Lyra themselves that would rend my pack asunder. Elara and Damien shared a bond, a strength that wasn’t loud and destructive like the others in the safehouse o