ログインThe decision didn’t come immediately, not in the way people might expect, because this wasn’t a choice made out of impulse or anger, but one that settled slowly into place after weighing every possible outcome, every risk, every advantage, and every way this could either save me or destroy everything I was trying to hold together.My mother had already made her stance clear.For now, silence.Not weakness.Strategy.“You do not go to the Elders yet,” she had said, her voice steady as always, “because the moment you expose Selene, you expose your own vulnerability.”“And Aya?” I had asked.“First, you retrieve what you need,” she replied, “then you reveal what must be revealed.”So I agreed.Not because I trusted her completely, but because she was right about one thing—Timing.And in this world, timing could decide whether you lived as Alpha or died as a forgotten name.But there was something else she didn’t fully address.Something I couldn’t ignore.Dante.The way he had stood bet
The moment the realization settled fully in my mind, it didn’t come with shock the way most truths do, it came with a slow, suffocating clarity that crept in quietly and then refused to leave, as if my entire world had been quietly rewritten without my consent and I was only now being allowed to read the new version.Impotent.The word echoed again.Not loud.But heavy enough to change the shape of everything.I didn’t speak.Not at first.Because speaking would mean accepting it in a way I wasn’t ready to do.My mother watched me carefully, her expression unreadable, but her eyes… her eyes told me she had already crossed this line long before I had, and she had done so without hesitation, without doubt, without the kind of internal resistance I was now fighting against just to stay standing.“If the elders discover this,” she said calmly, her voice measured as always, “they will not wait to confirm anything. They will act immediately.”Her words didn’t rush.They didn’t need to.Each
The moment the words left her mouth, something inside me didn’t just react—it fractured, not loudly, not in a way that could be seen on the outside, but deep enough that I felt it settle into my bones like a truth that had been waiting, patient and cruel, for the right moment to reveal itself.I stood still.Too still.Because if I moved, if I spoke, if I did anything at all, I wasn’t sure what would come out of me.My mother watched me closely, her expression calm, almost indifferent, but her eyes told a different story, one that carried a quiet satisfaction, like she had been holding onto this moment for a long time, waiting for the exact right time to let it go.“You should sit,” she said.I didn’t.“Say what you need to say,” I replied instead, my voice controlled, though I could feel something dangerous building beneath it.She tilted her head slightly, studying me as if weighing whether I could handle the truth she was about to fully reveal.“You’ve always been impatient,” she s
Mason’s POV:The moment my boots touched the marble floor of Bloodhall Pack, something inside me tightened, not because I had missed this place, but because returning here felt like stepping back into a version of my life that no longer made sense, like wearing a title that no longer fit the man I had become after everything I had seen, everything I had lost, and everything I had realized far too late.The guards at the entrance bowed the moment they saw me, their voices echoing through the hall as they announced my return, but I barely acknowledged them, my mind already racing ahead, replaying every second I had spent in Moonclaw Pack, every word Freya had said, every look she had given me, every moment I had stood in front of her and felt like a stranger in the presence of someone who used to belong to me.No.Not belong.That word didn’t sit right anymore.Not after the way she had looked at me.Cold.Distant.Untouchable.I clenched my jaw as I walked past the hall, heading straig
The moment I said the final words about Ethan’s treatment, outlining the schedule, the dosage, the precautions they needed to take once they returned to Bloodhall, I felt something inside me settle in a way it hadn’t in days, not relief exactly, but the quiet certainty that I had done everything I could for the boy, and that whatever happened next was no longer in my hands.Ethan lay asleep on the bed, his breathing more stable than it had been when they first brought him in, his small chest rising and falling in a rhythm that no longer made my heart race with fear, and I allowed myself one brief glance at him before stepping back, because staying any longer would only complicate things I was already struggling to keep together.“His condition will improve as long as the treatment is followed exactly as I’ve instructed,” I said, keeping my tone professional, controlled, even though I could feel Mason’s gaze on me like a weight I refused to acknowledge. “Miss a dose, delay the transfus
The silence between us did not feel empty, it felt heavy, like something alive had settled in the space between my chest and his, breathing slowly, waiting for one of us to say something that would either save everything or destroy it completely, and I could not tell which one it would be.Dante stood a few steps away from me, not too close, not too far, his presence steady but restrained, as though he was forcing himself not to reach out, not to react in the way his instincts clearly demanded, and for a moment I wondered if that distance hurt him as much as it hurt me.Because it did hurt.More than I wanted to admit.“I should have told you,” I said finally, my voice quieter than I intended, but steady enough that it didn’t betray the storm inside me, because breaking down now would not help anything, and I had learned the hard way that emotions, when shown at the wrong time, could be used against you like weapons.Dante didn’t interrupt.He just watched me.That was the thing about
Mason’s POV My breath caught the moment her eyes met mine. Not just caught, it stopped completely. For a second, everything around me blurred. The room, the walls, even the sound of my own heartbeat faded into something distant and hollow. All I could see… was her. Freya. Standing right t
Mason's POV:Everything I had just heard made me realize what a big fool I was because I had lost the one person who had loved me unconditionally, who had stood by me through every storm, every financial crisis, and every sleepless night because of one insolent, stupid, lying bitch who had played m
Freya’s POV:Knowing that Selene and Mason were still happily married, without caring whether I was alive or dead, brought fresh tears to my eyes but I wiped the tears away with the heel of my hand because they did not deserve my tears. Instead, I would focus on this little boy. Ethan had done not
Freya’s POV:I stumbled back in shock the moment my eyes landed on them, but I caught myself before the gasp could escape. Years of training, years of hiding, years of pretending to be someone else kicked in so I straightened my spine, smoothed the front of my white lab coat, and forced my voice in







