KAEL – POV I lost count of how many times I’ve knotted her. Days blurred together, and still, her scent poured through the room like wildfire—sweet, thick, addictive. Whatever the hell Christ injected her with wasn’t letting up. And I wasn’t leaving her side. Not for a damn second. She needed me. And I needed her like I needed air. Lira lay curled in what was left of the nest she built sheets tangled, pillows everywhere, the faint scent of musk still clinging to her skin from both of our body Her body trembled, bare and glistening with sweat, begging for me even in her sleep. I crawled in behind her, pressing my chest to her back, my hand sliding low, slow, until she whimpered. “Kael,” she moaned, soft and broken. “It’s happening again…” “I know, baby,” I whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you. Always.” Her thighs parted instinctively, and I slid between them like I’d done a hundred times before. She was soaked—gods, she was always soaked now—and my length throbbed just from brushi
CHRIST – POVIt was supposed to be perfect.I leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching through the reinforced glass. My lips curled as I saw her—Lira—shaking, her scent clouding the air like nectar dripping from a split fruit. And him—Lucas—trembling with restraint, his jaw locked tight as his body betrayed him.The serum worked. I knew it would.Custom-made. Carefully timed. A trigger tailored to her heat cycle so precise that no alpha could resist, no matter their willpower.And when Lucas finally gave in… oh, it was poetry. The way his hands gripped her hips, the way Lira clung to him, her soft whimpers curling into the air like smoke from a slow-burning fire. Heat flooded the space so thick it practically bled through the walls.I tilted my head and let the moment burn into my memory. See? I whispered to no one. She was always meant to be used.But my victory was short-lived.Because she changed.One heartbeat, she was pliant and dazed. The next—her eyes sharpened like a bla
Riven's POVI've sat through a lot of council meetings in my life—most of them filled with nothing but pompous assholes pretending to care about the packs they swore to protect.But today? Today, the masks were finally coming off.The moment Lucas dropped the first file on the long central table, everything shifted. You could feel it in the air—like lightning just before a storm. Councilors leaned in. Some paled. Others tried to maintain their smug little facades.Too late for that."We have enough evidence to implicate several members of Christ's operation," Lucas said evenly, sliding a list of names across the table. "Pack alphas. Scientists. And yes..." His gaze hardened, "Council members."That's when the yelling started.Councilor Garron jumped to his feet. "This is outrageous! You barge into this chamber dragging in criminals like you're above the law?"I stepped forward before Damian could answer. "No one's above the law, remember? That's what you people love to say, right? So
Damian's POV – A Few Days LaterWe gave it a few days—barely enough time to breathe, let alone process everything we found.Christ's office had been a goldmine of corruption. Lucas, Riven, and I had spent every waking hour combing through the files his men recovered. Pages and pages of transactions, backdoor deals, shipments, names. All of it led to one ugly truth: this wasn't just Christ. This was a network. A festering, well-oiled operation that ran deep—right into the council itself.Kael stayed behind with Lira.She was still in the nest, still caught in that cruel cycle—heat flaring up at the most random times and crashing just as quickly. Off and on, over and over. Whatever Christ injected her with was still in her system, and none of us knew how long it would take to burn out.Kael hadn't left her side. Not once.Lucas had offered to take a shift, but Kael growled at him like his wolf was one breath from snapping. And honestly? None of us blamed him. We'd all had our time with
Damian's POVI sat at the edge of the table, papers spread out like a battlefield in front of me.Riven's men had dumped everything they managed to grab from Christ's office—files, flash drives, notebooks, even a bloodstained clipboard that reeked of antiseptic and something worse. It was chaos. But somewhere in this mess was the truth.My hands weren't exactly steady as I sifted through the folders. Every photo. Every document. Every name.Each one another wound.Another reason to kill the bastard twice."Fuck," I muttered under my breath, slamming one of the files shut before grabbing another. This one was labeled with a single word, scrawled in thick black ink."Assets."Inside were photos. Dozens of them.Girls. Young. Frightened. Some clearly drugged. Some chained.My vision tunneled. I felt my claws threatening to tear through my skin.Omegas. All of them.Lira could've been any one of these girls. Hell, she probably was... and worse.I flipped through the pages faster now, hear
Kael's POV When Lucas told me to go, I didn't know whether to be happy or ecstatic. I've been waiting to claim Lira ever since the day we found her in that godsdamned forest—broken, trembling, barely breathing. She'd looked at me like I was the monster, like all I wanted was to hurt her. And now... she was looking at me like I was her salvation. My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear anything else. She was standing there, clutching her stomach like the heat was tearing her apart from the inside, but her eyes—those beautiful, watery eyes—were locked on me. Me. The second I moved, she took a step forward like her body already knew. My feet carried me to her without hesitation, and when I finally reached her, she collapsed into me like she'd been waiting for this too. I held her close, one hand sliding into her hair, the other wrapping around her waist as she whimpered into my chest. Her scent was pure fucking heaven—sweet and sharp and laced with desperation. "We've got yo