LOGINRose’s POV “What do you mean? What don’t we know about Rose?” Tristan demanded, breath ragged, confusion and anger twisting across his face. Damian’s eyes slowly drifted from him… back to me.“That her blood holds the power to make me a god,” he said, voice smooth and terrifyingly certain.My mind blanked. Even Tristan looked stunned.“What are you talking about? Make you a god, as how?” Tristan snapped.“Yes,” Damian answered simply, as if stating a fact of nature. He walked toward me, heavy boots crushing leaves beneath him, stopping so close I could smell the metallic tang of blood on him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing my cheek and sliding into my hair. His touch felt like poison—cold and violating—and I jerked my face away. He only smirked.“She is truly beautiful… but the most remarkable thing about her isn’t her face or her perfect body” he said, tone darkening, “but her blood. Just like her mother’s.”Then he looked back at Tristan.“You see, her blood is the very fountain
Rose’s pov“Stop there!”…The shouts and threats were nonstop, echoing through the woods as we were chased down by Alpha King Armon’s men. Leaves and branches whipped past us, the thundering of hooves shaking the ground beneath the horse. But none of that mattered—not the danger behind us, not the cold wind stinging my face—because all I could see in my mind was Kavian… the last moment I saw him… the three merciless blades coming down on him.Is he really dead?No. He can’t be dead.The thought sank claws into my chest, squeezing until the pain felt physical—sharp, suffocating.“Do not cry. I promise I won’t let them hurt you… just hold on to me tightly,” Tristan said, forcing the horse faster. Only then did I realize the warm streaks on my cheeks weren’t from the wind. I was crying—but not for the reason he assumed. The danger didn’t matter. My tears were for Kavian.“We have to go back,” I whispered, then said louder, “We have to go back.”“What? What do you mean we have to go back?
Author's pov“Retreat! Fall back!” Alpha Stefan bellowed from his horse, his voice cutting through the clamor of battle. Kavian had successfully distracted his brothers, and now there was a narrow opening—enough for his men to pull back toward the gates, even if it was only a temporary reprieve.His beta, Marcel, still locked in combat, heard the command and finished off his opponent with swift precision before shouting the order louder, ensuring the message carried over the chaos.“Everyone! Fall back! Now!”The other two alphas, Damian and Tristan, echoed the call, their warriors maneuvering carefully, striking and defending as they gradually pulled back toward the gates. Progress was slow but steady—Kavian’s unyielding stand kept his brothers fully occupied.“He stands no chance against the three of them,” Tristan said grimly, watching Kavian struggle under the relentless assault. His body moved with skill, but the numbers were impossible. Each strike from Arman, Shirin, and Roshan
Rose’s povI couldn’t believe my eyes. It felt unreal—like my mind had slipped into a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. One moment my aunty was alive, whispering that it was going to be alright… and the next, her head was rolling across the floor. I had never screamed so loud in my life, yet somehow everything still felt silent, like the world had gone numb with me.My mates’ father—he was the one who delivered the killing blow to my precious aunty. And he’d said so casually to my father that my head would be next.I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even form a single thought. It all felt distant, muffled, dreamlike—until a sudden force knocked him backwards. He flew across the ground.Kavian.He had struck his father.“Run!” he yelled. It took seconds—long, useless seconds—for the word to process. My legs didn’t recognize the command at first. Nothing did. But suddenly instinct took over, and I ran. I ran as fast as my body would let me, tears blurring everything, breath tearing in and out o
Kavian’s povWe were still fighting off enemies as we deliberate.“Kavian. They are your brothers—you surely must know a way we can stop them,” Alpha Stefan said, his voice strained as he swung his blade. I looked at him, breath fogging in the cold air, blood splashing at our feet.“You can’t,” I simply said, and that wasn’t a lie. I did not have any secret knowledge of how to defeat my brothers. The four of us were trained to be practically unstoppable. And even if—supposedly—I did know a way to neutralize or kill them, I wasn’t going to say it.Yes, I am fighting against my father and my pack, but killing my brothers… or wanting them dead… is not something I want.“Forget it. I knew it was a bad idea allowing him fight alongside us. Clearly his loyalty still lies with his brothers and pack. We should have just killed him and know we have one less of them to worry about,” Alpha Damian spat, his tone sharp and hateful. Stefan and Tristan glanced at each other, an unspoken argument fli
Kavian’s povI haven’t fully healed from the stab wound in my stomach, the flesh still throbbing with a deep, burning ache that made every step feel like fire. I was still bound with thick, strong chains—heavy, cold metal biting into my wrists and ankles—while about four men gripped the extended links, holding me in place like some prized war trophy.They marched me forward as my father, my brothers, and our army advanced toward the pack gates. I could sense the misplaced optimism radiating from Alpha Stefan and his men; they truly believed they stood a chance against my father. Watching them puff their chests with false courage made a hollow pity settle in my chest. They were all playing with their lives. The fact that all three packs and their alphas had joined forces meant absolutely nothing.They would be destroyed. That was the truth. And it weighed heavily on me because these were my mate’s people—her city. The last thing I wanted was to see it reduced to ash.My father, Alpha K







