FAZER LOGIN(Alexander’s POV)The echo of her footsteps hadn’t faded from the corridor when the silence settled back into the dungeon.Heavy.Oppressive.Unfinished.I didn’t look at Ronan immediately.I didn’t need to.I could feel his gaze burning into me, sharp and unrelenting, like he was waiting—waiting for me to say something, to react, to break.I didn’t.Instead, I turned slightly toward the guards.“Keep him restrained,” I said, my voice calm, controlled. “No one touches him without my order.”A pause.Then I added, colder this time, “Treat his injuries. I want him conscious.”The guards stiffened.“Yes, Alpha Knox.”Ronan let out a quiet, humorless laugh behind me.“So you can question me properly?” he muttered.I didn’t turn.“Because I haven’t decided yet,” I replied.Silence followed.But it wasn’t empty.It was filled with everything he wasn’t saying.Everything he almost revealed.Everything Vexia felt but didn’t understand.My jaw tightened slightly.That moment—the way she looke
(Vexia’s POV) The air inside the prison felt wrong the moment I stepped in. It was heavy and thick; I felt like I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't let Knox harm Ronan. Why does it have to be like this? Why did Ronan do this for me? My footsteps slowed without permission as the door shut behind me. The sound echoed too loudly, bouncing off the stone walls until it felt like the entire place was watching me. I don't know how I regained consciousness but the first thing that came into my mind was to go see Ronan, I will beg Knox not to do any harm to him. But why do I feel like this? What am I doing? Alexander, I am sorry; I said it in my heart and took hurried steps to reach the cell. Ronan. He was bound, bruised, and still standing in the only way he could—through defiance but the moment his eyes landed on me, something in his expression shifted. It was not anger, he was shocked to see me here, I came here for him. A relief washed over his face as he had been holding his b
(Alexander’s POV) The moment Vexia stepped into the prison, the air changed. It wasn’t dramatic at first—no sound, no movement—but something in me reacted before my mind could catch up. A tightening in my chest. A subtle shift in my wolf’s awareness. Like it had recognized something before I did. And I hated that I couldn’t explain it. She stood at the threshold, breathing uneven, as if she had rushed here without thinking. Her eyes weren’t on me. They were locked on Ronan. That fact alone scraped something raw inside me. My mask was intact in place. Ronan’s entire posture changed instantly. All the tension in his body didn’t disappear—it redirected like a weapon suddenly aimed somewhere else. His voice softened in a way I hadn’t heard before. “Vexia…” Just her name, not a demand not a threat but something I felt worse and it was relief.He pulled against the chains again, not to escape, but as if the distance between them itself was unbearable.“You shouldn’t be here,” he
(Alexander’s POV) When I stepped into the prison, the first thing that hit me wasn’t the smell of iron or damp stone—it was his voice. Ronan Grey. He was already shouting. The sound echoed violently through the narrow corridors, bouncing off the walls like a wounded animal refusing to die quietly. Guards stood tense along the passage, none of them daring to interrupt, all of them watching the cell ahead as if even breathing too loudly would provoke him further. “Let me out!” Ronan roared, his voice raw, breaking at the edges but still strong enough to shake the silence. “I swear I’ll tear this place apart! Knox—bring him here! Let me see him!” His chains clanked violently with every movement, metal biting into skin, but he didn’t care. He kept struggling, kept pulling, like pain meant nothing compared to whatever fire was burning inside him. “And Vexia!” he shouted again, harder this time. “What have you done to her?! If you’ve hurt her—if she’s even bleeding because of you—I’l
(Alexander’s POV)The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the air as I pressed the syringe into Vexia’s trembling arm. For a moment—just a moment—my hand hesitated. Her skin was cold. Too cold. Her pulse fluttered weakly beneath my fingers, fragile like a fading echo. Her lashes quivered, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something… but no words came.“Sleep,” I muttered under my breath, more command than comfort.I pushed the sedative in.Her body slackened almost instantly, her weight collapsing into me like a broken thing. Something twisted painfully in my chest. I ignored it.Without another glance, I lifted her into my arms. Her blood stained my clothes, soaking into the fabric, warm and accusing. It seeped through to my skin, as if marking me—reminding me.This is because of you.My jaw tightened.As I turned to leave, my steps slowed when I passed Ronan. The man was barely standing, restrained by two wolves, his face bruised, his breathing ragged—but his eyes… his eyes
Vexia’s POVI was thinking about my end. But fate has written something else for me, the air around all of us suddenly shifted, a very powerful aura surrounded all of us. I opened my eyes but couldn't see anyone, the sound that run shivers down my spine was a piercing howl. It was so powerful and vast that all the wolves in the clearing froze into their spots.But this howl doesn't belong to any wolf over her, I turned my head slightly to see Alpha Knox coming down from a ridge like a powerful god. A very dark and intimidating aura covered his whole body, his eyes glowing in cold fury. Each step that made him closer towards us was firm and filled with confidence. The soldiers from The Blood Pine Pack stumbled backwards, the fear evident in their eyes. They didn't dare to move or even breathe, all of them bowed their heads. And Knox moved so casually with such arrogance of a man who has never had to ask for anything. Is this his true power? I have always heard of his powers but th
Vexia’s POVAfter that night, Ronan didn't come back. It's been months since he left. I haven't seen him again, but I don't know why his thoughts always cross my mind.I was healed fully in two weeks, so I came back to Alexander’s chamber. I took care of myself, so my baby can be healthy. I was als
Alexander’s POVI was deep in sleep, lost in my own thoughts, when something pulled me back—the sound of someone crying. I stayed still, careful not to show I was awake. Vexia.The faint taste lingered on my lips. Salt! Her tears. Her small hand clutched mine; her hand was shaking. I can smell bl
Vexia POVRonan's hands were on my waist as he pulled me close. Everywhere he touched, I felt as if insects were crawling over my body. Only the thought of showing my body to anyone other than Alexander was making me cry. The horror struck me when he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. “Vexia
Alexander’s POVThe room is silent, as Sapphire left earlier. Only the sound of Vexia’s soft breathing filled the space. She lay beside me, due to the medicine, she is asleep, her lashes trembling against her cheeks as though caught in a dream. I saw that her dress was torn apart, so I removed the







