DAGNA'S P.O.V.
I looked at the chaos happening in the room and I slowly left and pain pierced my heart. All my hard work for the past few months was gone in just a blink of an eye.
"Dagna." His voice made me freeze.
“Don't you dare, call my name.”
“Dagna, please listen to me, I can fix this.”
“Fix this? You cheated on me with her, hell. You even have a child with her, and you dare to speak of fixing, I do not want anything from you Aegon. We are done.”
“Dagna please.” I turned around and left the hospital and immediately headed towards the woods as I ran as fast as I could in tears.
I sat beside the lake as I quietly cried, and my body went cold as I heard a branch crack behind me. I turned around and came face to face with the man who had caused the fire that killed Ingrid's parents years ago and wanted to kill Aegon's parents, which made me sigh in relief.
“Oh, it's just you, Dad.”
“What are you doing here? You're meant to be with Argon and his family.”
“I broke up with him. He has a family with his mate.” I mumbled while looking away from him.
“I gave you a single job, and you still failed to do it. Let's go home.” letting out a sigh, I knew it was impossible for him to believe any word I said right now.
We walked home and the moment we got in he looked at me with anger written all over his face.
“What the fuck were you doing in the house? It's been three months, and you did absolutely nothing on what I asked you to do, and you dare to tell me that you broke up with him!”
“Dad I tried my best, I couldn't secure a child with him as he kept thinking about her and not having time for me.”
“Then why the fuck are you a woman? You can lure a man if you really want to! Aegon is easy to deceive, but on the other hand, stupidly fell in love with him and let him do whatever he wanted!”
“I tried my best! Why can't you see that?”
“You didn't do anything good, Dagna. I needed that bastard out of my way many times but of course you as his girlfriend let him wander off into the woods looking for a woman who was his mate, what the hell do you think will happen.”
“Dad, you say it as though it is my fault. He cheated on me three months ago, his father humiliated me many times, his mother told me I was not part of the family as they didn't like me! I had to put up with all that because of your stupid plan of getting him and his family killed!”
“Don't you dare speak to me that way.”
“Then appreciate what I've put up for you! It's been the same old story ever since I was little. I had not put up with your demands, yet you never asked for what I wanted and now that's I finally found one thing I wanted, you hate it so much.”
“Aegon isn't the man for you, and you already saw that! You are a disappointment Dagna, go to your room while I think of the next job to give you and hope you don't mess it up!”
“I wish mum was still….” He slapped me across the face so hard and tears filled my eyes as I looked at him in shock.
“Never call that woman's name in front of me, now go to your room!” He yelled and tears rolled down my cheeks like droplets of rain upon a window glass.
I walked away slowly as I recalled memories of my mother. It's been three years since she left, with no warning, no letter, no reason why she left, she just left and never came back until a year ago when we saw her fully pregnant and happy with another man.
It scattered both of us so much and worst of it all, when we tried to approach her she claimed she didn't know who we were and how she had never seen us in her life. Dad became angry and even her name alone could trigger that anger, but many times I wished she had carried me along with her.
I missed her so much.
Reaching for my bedside cupboard, I pulled out a portrait of her and held on to it as I cried softly. It was the only thing I had left of hers. Dad had taken everything, but he couldn't find this one as I hid it away.
“Dagna?” I heard his voice and I immediately pushed the portrait underneath my pillow before turning to look at me.
“What do you want?” I asked as I turned back to face the window of the room and I felt him sit down on the bed.
“I made dinner.”
“I'm not hungry.”
“Look I'm sorry, I know you've tried your best and I shouldn't have yelled at you that way plus she still makes me furious, I couldn't control myself.” He placed his hands on my back and I held on to the pillow as I tried not to burst into tears, I knew he meant none of what he said. I knew him too well.
“I'm her daughter, and whether you like it or not, I miss my mother. I agree she abandoned us for some rich man, but she's still my mother and that doesn't change.”
“Dagna can we just put this entire thing aside and concentrate on what we have ahead of us.”
“There are many times I want to speak about her, but of course you don't like it. You don't show you love me, you only use me as a toy all my life.”
“I'm doing it for you…"
“You're not doing anything for my Dad, why don't you see that?”
“Then go and meet that whore of a mother of yours!"
VIMON’S POVThe scent of blood clung to the walls like a second skin.Even after the chaos had quieted, and Wally had been dragged away in chains, Vimon’s heart refused to calm. Something still buzzed in the air something ancient, angry, and unfinished.She stood silently just outside the Alpha’s chambers, her eyes scanning the shattered marble floor, the blood-streaked tapestry, the remnants of violence that no cleansing spell could erase. Aegon sat hunched near the hearth, his arm bandaged, his face grim. Ingrid was beside him, shaken but strong, the bat still clutched in her fingers as though she didn’t trust anyone else to finish the job if Wally rose again.Kane had taken the guards aside for debriefing.But Vimon?She was still listening to the shadows.And the shadows were whispering back.Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, unsettled. Not by fear but by recognition.That weapon Wally wielded… it wasn’t just powered by the sacred jewel.It called to something older than their ki
Break her before......WALLY’S POVThe Night Before the Full MoonThe wind howled through the crumbling ruins of the old stone temple like a cry from the dead. It was fitting, really. The place had once been sacred, blessed by the ancient wolves who had forged peace between the supernatural and the mortal. But now, under my hands, it was nothing more than a decaying monument, a sanctuary turned slaughterhouse.I stood beneath the broken arch of the moon altar, clutching the Jewel of Light in my gloved palm. Even through the fabric, I could feel the pulse of power vibrating through it. It sang to me, soft at first, but growing louder with each day. It was restless… eager. Like me.The ritual couldn’t be completed until tomorrow night. The full moon would rise high over Hoia Baciu Forest, and when it did, the final weapon would be born. With the Jewel fused into the relic I had crafted, and Ingrid’s life extinguished through the broken mate bond, there would be no stopping me.I gritted
I will do itIngrid’s POVI could still feel the Jewel humming beneath my skin.It wasn’t just a stone anymore, it had become a part of me. A second heartbeat. A curse. A promise. I pressed my palm lightly to where it rested beneath the covers, warm like blood, like flame. The energy coiled within it was calmer now, dormant. But I knew that was a lie. A storm was only quiet before it tore the sky open.I stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours after Vimon left.Everything she said made sense. And yet… nothing felt real.Aegon.His name used to feel like home. Now it felt like a blade pressed to my throat.I had loved him through every rejection, every cruel word, every silence that screamed louder than thunder. I’d believed in the boy who once held my hand when I cried, the one who whispered secrets into my hair and promised to never let me go.But that boy was gone.What remained was a man too easily seduced, too easily lost to the shadows of his own guilt.And yet…He was sti
Don't trust him anymore Aegon's POV We got her back to the manor before the first rays of dawn touched the mountains. Vimon and Kane were already waiting, both shaken to the core. Vimon rushed to her side the moment she saw her, hands glowing with a gentle blue light as she began her healing.Kane pulled me aside, his face grim. “I felt the surge. The Jewel woke.”I nodded. “And nearly killed her in the process.”He glanced toward Ingrid, lying pale on the bed, Nico hovering beside her like a hawk. “But she survived. That says something.”“It says she’s stronger than all of us,” I said bitterly. “And I didn’t deserve her.”He didn’t argue.I didn’t expect him to.Later that night, I sat by her bedside alone. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through the curtains like quiet ghosts. She hadn’t woken.But her chest rose and fell steadily now. That was something.I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“You once told me that love wasn’t about protection,” I whispered.
Turning the jewei against himNico’s POV (continued)Aegon’s eyes locked on mine, gold flaring with both fury and fear. I could feel the shift in him no longer just a wolf, or even a mate. He was becoming something else under the pressure of it all. But there was no time to analyze the change. Not now.“She’s in danger, Aegon,” I said, voice low. “And not just from Wally or Dagna. The Jewel, the mate bond, the timing its all connected.”He narrowed his eyes. “Speak clearly, Nico.”I nodded once, then pulled out the brittle scroll I’d found. “This ancient text it talks about the Jewel of Light needing a ‘marked sacrifice’ to awaken fully. Someone bound by pain, by love. Wally wants to kill Ingrid, yes but not just physically. He’s using your bond. Every time you give in to Dagna, Ingrid suffers. If you do it a third time… it might end her.”His fists clenched, jaw tight. “You’re saying......"“Yes,” I cut in. “That was never a coincidence. Dagna seduced you because Wally planned it. An
Ingrid's POV Protector of the jeweiThe texts spoke of an ancient guardian tied to the Jewel of Light. A protector no, a curse bearer. One who fell from grace when the first pact between humans and wolves was broken centuries ago.And I, somehow, had triggered that story’s next chapter.But why?What made me different?Why had the jewel called to me?The door creaked open behind me.I turned instantly, muscles tense, wolf alert. But it wasn’t an intruder.It was Vimon.She didn’t speak right away. Just stepped inside and shut the door behind her with a soft thud.“I know you’re not okay,” she said quietly.I bit my lip, fighting the urge to cry again. I was so tired of crying.“I don’t want to talk about him.”“I wasn’t going to bring him up,” she said, walking closer. “I came because I found something.”She reached into the folds of her cloak and pulled out a small, jagged shard blue, glowing faintly.My breath caught.“That’s from the jewel,” I whispered.Vimon nodded. “And it reek