Marco's POVAs I watched Chloe drift off to sleep, a mix of emotions swirled within me. Concern for her well-being, fear for our unborn child, and a sense of responsibility as her husband and protector all tugged at my heart. Seeing her so exhausted and frail tore at my soul, and I knew that something had to change.Leaning back in the chair beside her bed, I closed my eyes, gathering my thoughts. It was time to have a conversation with my father, the King, and present him with my concerns. Chloe's condition was fragile, and I couldn't bear the thought of her jeopardizing her health and that of our child for the sake of her duties.The weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders as I stood and made my way out of the room. The castle corridors were filled with an air of purposeful movement, servants scurrying about their daily tasks. I navigated through the familiar halls, heading towards the King's study, where I knew he would be at this time of day.Entering the study, I found
Marco's POVMichael's words hung in the air, his voice heavy with the weight of the news he carried. My heart sank as the realization of the tragedy that had unfolded in Ashwood Pack settled upon me. The stolen weapons, the attack—they were all interconnected, and our mission to retrieve the weapons had taken on a new level of urgency."Michael, what happened?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "Tell me everything."He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. "The enemy forces launched a surprise attack on Ashwood Pack earlier today. They were merciless, leaving a trail of destruction and despair in their wake. Our people fought bravely, but the sheer scale of the assault overwhelmed them."Guilt gnawed at my insides, knowing that our efforts to retrieve the stolen weapons had not been swift enough. "Michael, we must take responsibility for this. Our delay may have contributed to the devastation."He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "
Macro’s POVI spun around, my heart pounding in my chest, to face the source of the voice. A figure stood before me, grinning with a sinister delight. The flickering candlelight revealed a face twisted with malice, eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger.I stared at the figure before me, my eyes widening in disbelief and shock. The sinister grin on their face sent shivers down my spine, and their words cut through the air like a blade. Betrayal pierced my heart as they mocked my trust in Michael, someone I considered a brother.How could you?" I repeated, my voice laced with a mix of fury and sorrow. "Michael was like a brother to me. We trusted him. We fought side by side. How could he be part of your treacherous plan?"The figure's grin widened, their pleasure evident in their twisted expression. Their voice dripped with sinister satisfaction as they taunted me, relishing in the power they believed they held over me."Oh, Marco," they sneered, their voice dripping with malice. "You
Macro’s POVMy hands tremble as I cradle Chloe's injured body, my heart pounding with fear and rage. Blood stains my clothes, mingling with the tears streaming down my face. The sight of my beloved wife's wounded form intensifies my determination to seek vengeance against the Crimson Pack. I must stay strong, not just for myself, but for Chloe and our unborn child.As I step out of the room, I'm met with the worried faces of my pack members. Sorrow and hope reflect in their expressions, their words piercing through the haze of my anguish."Marco, we need to get Chloe to the healers immediately," one of them urges, concern etched in their voice. "Let's just hope the baby is fine. We'll do everything we can to save them both."I nod, my jaw clenched in determination. I feel a surge of gratitude for my pack's unwavering support, even in the face of such devastating circumstances. "Take me to the healers," I command, my voice laced with urgency and authority. "Make sure they have everythi
CHAPTER TWENTYMacro’s POVMy heartache still lingers, but I can't let it consume me. Nathan stands by my side as I gather the remaining pack members. The dimly lit room serves as a constant reminder of the losses we've suffered, the sacrifices made for our cause. I clear my throat, my voice filled with a mix of grief and resilience."My brothers and sisters," I begin, my voice steady yet heavy with emotion. "We stand here today, united by the bonds of loyalty and the fire in our hearts. Our pack has endured great losses, and the pain we feel runs deep. But we cannot allow our grief to paralyze us."I sweep my eyes across the room, meeting the gazes of each pack member, searching for a flicker of determination. "Michael's betrayal has wounded us, but we will not be defined by it. We will rise above the ashes and rebuild what was scattered by our enemies. We owe it to those we've lost, to Chloe and our unborn child, and to ourselves."A murmur of agreement ripples through the room, a s
Macro’s POV The question hung in the air, and for a moment, the weight of it threatened to suffocate me. Michael's betrayal was a wound that still bled fresh, a painful reminder of the fragility of trust. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before addressing the crowd. "Yes, it is true," I replied, my voice firm yet tinged with sadness. "Michael has chosen a different path, one that aligns with our enemies. But let me assure you, we will uncover the truth behind his actions. We will get to the bottom of it." A ripple of unease passed through the pack, their gazes filled with concern. It was understandable. Michael had been a trusted friend, a loyal member of our pack. His betrayal had shaken us all to the core. But now was not the time for panic or doubt. We needed to remain focused, united in our pursuit of justice. "Our priority right now is to stay strong and unified," I continued, my voice steady. "We cannot let this betrayal divide us. We must trust in the bonds we have for
Scarlett’s POVI watched in surprise as the pack member burst into the room, his words hanging in the air like a thunderclap. Michael had been caught. It was an unexpected twist of events, and my mind struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of fate.Macro's eyes met mine, and I saw a mix of determination and urgency reflected in his gaze. Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on my lips, a silent reassurance of his love and his unwavering commitment to our pack."I will be back, Scarlett," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Stay strong and know that I carry your strength with me."Before I could respond, Macro swiftly turned and dashed out of the room, leaving me behind with a whirlwind of worry and concern swirling within me. The door closed with a resounding thud, and I was left alone, the weight of the moment pressing upon my shoulders.Sitting on the edge of the bed, I clasped my hands together, my thoughts racing in a flurry. Questions flooded my min
Marco’s POVThe room fell silent, the weight of my words hanging in the air. Michael's smug grin remained, but he refused to answer. It was as if he reveled in the power his silence held, the power to unnerve me.Gritting my teeth, I motioned to my men, my loyal pack members who stood beside me. We had to leave this place, to ensure that justice was served and our pack could heal. Michael's betrayal had caused deep wounds, and we needed to tend to them before they festered further.As we prepared to move Michael, his defiance remained unwavering. He refused to speak, his eyes locked with mine, as if daring me to break under the weight of his silence. But I would not falter. I had to show strength and resolve, not just for myself but for the entire pack."Enough of this," I declared, my voice commanding. "We will take him back to the pack. It's time to face the consequences of your actions, Michael."My men sprang into action, securing Michael and preparing him for transport. I could f