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
Marco’s POV It was Michael. The shock of seeing him in this moment, his betrayal still fresh in my mind, sent a surge of conflicting emotions through me. "Michael," I muttered, my voice laced with bitterness and disbelief. "Why?" Michael's grip tightened on Swiftclaw's wrist, his expression pained yet resolute. "Enough blood has been shed," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "Let him live, Swiftclaw. Let him tell the tale of our strength, and let it be a warning to anyone who dares to challenge us again." Swiftclaw's eyes narrowed, his primal instincts warring with Michael's command. He begrudgingly released his grip on his sword, stepping back with a low growl. The transformed Alpha regarded me with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, as if weighing the decision to grant me a second chance. Michael turned to face me, his features etched with a melancholic sorrow. "Marco, thread carefully," he warned, his voice laden with the weight of our history. "We will rebuild, we will ri
Scarlett’s POV My husband, Marco, lay on the ground, blood seeping from his wounds. A surge of anguish swept through me, threatening to engulf my entire being. I rushed to his side, dropping to my knees beside him. "Marco!" I cried, my voice trembling with desperation. "What happened? Who did this to you?" His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting mine. Pain etched across his face, but there was a flicker of relief in his eyes as he saw me by his side. "Scarlett," he whispered, his voice strained. "It was Michael... and Swiftclaw. They turned against us." My hands shook as I reached out to touch his battered face, tears streaming down my cheeks. "We have to get you help," I pleaded, my voice filled with urgency. Marco weakly nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, but we must be careful. They won't let us seek help easily. They're still out there, Scarlett, and they won't rest until they've destroyed everything we built." Determination surged within me as I realized the
Marco’s POVMy gaze shifted to Rylan, my expression a mix of empathy and authority. "Rylan, I understand your desire for immediate retaliation," I replied, my voice steady. "But we must consider the long game. Rushing in without a solid plan could put us at a greater disadvantage."Rylan's brows furrowed in frustration, his voice edged with defiance. "But Marco, we can't let them think they can harm our leader without consequences. We must defend our honor and strike back!"I softened my eyes, my voice gentle yet resolute. "I share your sentiment, Rylan. No one wants justice more than I do," I said, my gaze shifting to Scarlett briefly before returning to Rylan. "But vengeance without a clear strategy will only lead to further harm. We must be calculated and precise in our actions."My words hung in the air, the room filled with a tense silence. The pack warriors exchanged glances, torn between their loyalty to me and their burning desire for immediate retribution.In that moment, Sca
Marco’s POVAs we held each other tightly, seeking solace in our embrace, a soft knock interrupted our intimate moment. I reluctantly pulled away from Scarlett, wiping away the last traces of tears from my cheeks. With a nod, I gave the guard permission to enter.The guard stepped into the room, his eyes filled with determination. "Alpha Marco, Beta Scarlett," he greeted respectfully. "I bring urgent news. Our scouts have uncovered several leads that could potentially lead us to the hidden base of Swift Claw."A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins, replacing the heaviness in my heart. "Tell me everything," I commanded, my voice steady, the weight of responsibility settling upon my shoulders once again.The guard proceeded to outline the findings, detailing the possible locations and the level of risk involved in each potential lead. Scarlett stood by my side, her unwavering support tangible in the room, as we absorbed the information."These leads are promising, Marco," she