LOGINRue’s POV
I sat very still as the meeting continued, my hands folded in my lap like any other nameless attendee.
Percy did not relent.
“If this compound suppresses rabid mutation,” he asked, “why does your data omit post-exposure relapse rates?”
Haven froze for
Rue’s POVI was surprised when Haven arrived moments after I did. I never realized the same TV station would also invite her to the same interview. But it wasn't surprising given that TV fished for drama whenever they could.She wore a pale silver dress. And when she smiled, it was gentle. To anyone watching without context, she looked like the embodiment of grace. The host greeted us warmly, voice bright with anticipation. The audience, though limited, carried an electric undercurrent. Recent events within the pack had already circulated widely. Most prominently was the recent rescue missions and the rumors of internal tension.We took our seats opposite one another.The host began.“Recent developments within the pack have raised questions about leadership structure and crisis management. Both of you hold influential positions in your respective packs. Let’s start with operational oversight…Rue?”I inclined my head slightly.“First of all, thank you for having me over,” I said calm
Hours later, Vance heard voices from far away. At some point, there was pain, like drowning slowly in something invisible. He tried to move but he couldn't. He tried to breathe deeper but failed.A voice cut through the fog.“His pulse is stabilizing.”Another voice.“Good thing we got to him early.”When Vance forced his eyes open, the ceiling above him was unfamiliar.He was in a room with dim lighting. His throat felt raw and his limbs heavy.He turned his head slightly and froze.Rue stood beside the bed. Her posture was straight and her expression unreadable.“You’re awake,” she said calmly.His mind struggled to catch up.“What…”His voice cracked.“What happened?”She didn’t answer immediately.Rue’s POVWhen Vance was stable enough to sit upright, I dismissed the attending physician and remained alone in the room with him. His skin had regained some color, but exhaustion hollowed his features. There was no arrogance left in his posture now. Only the awareness of someone who h
Vance’s phone vibrated subtly in his inner pocket. He excused himself from a small circle of guests and glanced at the screen.It was a message from Haven.Don’t wander too far. I have something prepared for you tonight.His lips curved.Across the room, Haven stood a few steps away from him, pretending not to look directly at him. Yet she knew precisely when he read it. Their gazes met briefly.He slipped the phone back into his pocket.A servant approached him with a crystal glass filled with deep red wine. The liquid shimmered under the lights, rich and inviting.Vance took it without hesitation.He lifted the glass slightly toward Haven in a subtle toast. She responded with a faint smile. There was something intimate in the exchange, something conspiratorial.He liked that. He liked believing Haven still had feelings for him.Just as he was about to drink, a voice spoke beside him.“Careful.”Vance paused.A man he barely recognized stood near the buffet table, adjusting his cuffl
The next day in the afternoon, Aiden sat on the floor of Blue’s playroom, his right hand still confined in a cast, awkward and foreign against his otherwise usual authority.Blue had insisted he sit with her, so he did.The building blocks were scattered in bright, mismatched piles across the rug…reds, blues, yellows, greens. Blue stacked them with determined concentration, her small tongue peeking out slightly at the corner of her mouth.“Dad,” she said, pushing a tower toward him. “You have to make it taller.”Aiden adjusted clumsily with his uninjured hand, placing a block on top.It toppled.Blue giggled.He did not, he was distracted.Ever since his conversation with Haven about the doctor from three years ago, something had been unsettled beneath his skin. The resignation of the doctor, the missing documentation. Conveniently, Haven was nowhere to answer his questions. As one of the commanders of Half Moon Pack, she had gone to assist a pack rescue at an attacked island.Blue p
Rue’s POVA helicopter rescue was the only viable option.Percy caught my wrist gently. “You’re not going.”“I am.”“You were just stitched.”“I can still fly.”His jaw tightened. “C’mon, let another person do it instead.”“I don’t think we have pilots that are experienced enough for that rescue.” I said. “And instead of risking their lives, I’d rather fly…because I know how to.”Percy sighed. He knew better than anyone that when I decided something I couldn’t change my mind.
Rue’s POVLater, after Percy drove me back to the hospital, the nurse carefully reattached the torn stitches in my arm.Percy stood beside the bed, one hand resting lightly at my waist as if the contact itself reassured him that I was alive and okay.“Hold still,” the doctor instructed gently.When they finally finished and wrapped my arm securely, Percy thanked the medical staff then personally adjusted his jacket around me.“Its only a few stitches…I’ll be okay” I murmured softly.“I know.”He leaned closer to me.“Does it still hur
Aiden’s POVI’d been staring at the same document for almost half an hour, the numbers getting even more complicated with each passing second. Every proposal, every figure I’d drawn up was supposed to ensure Half Moon’s dominance in the region. Nothing—nothing—was supposed to go wrong.Then Vance
Aiden’s POVThe phone lay flat on my desk, screen up, silent as a corpse.For the hundredth time that morning, I unlocked it, hoping the tiny message icon would finally light up. It didn’t.No message. No friend request. No Rue.My thumb hovered over her name again—just in case the system had glitc
Rue’s POVI fastened a thin silk ribbon of mask around my head, adjusting it until it fit perfectly over my face. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized—her hair pinned up in soft curls, her dress a pale silver that shimmered when I moved, her lips tinted coral. For once, I looked like s
Rue’s POV“You’re dismissed,” the old Alpha said firmly. “And don’t think for a second I’ll recommend you elsewhere. This pack needs no man who can’t tell right from wrong.”The butler fell to his knees, his forehead nearly touching the ground. “Please, Alpha! Mercy! I’ve served this household for







