MasukChapter 50Viola's POV The mountain did not sleep that night.Neither did I.Even after the gates were repaired and the snow settled into quiet white layers across the courtyard, something in the air remained restless. Nightclaw was strong. The wards were reinforced. Warriors rotated double shifts. But beneath the surface of order, tension hummed like a low, unending note.I stood at the balcony outside my chamber, staring at the Carpathian peaks stretching endlessly under the moonlight.Behind me, Evan lay awake.I could feel it.Even when he was silent, I felt him.Our bond had deepened since the night of the Bloodmoon. Since his disguise shattered. Since the truth stood naked in front of everyone.Mate.The word no longer terrified me.But it carried weight.And tonight, that weight pressed heavily on my chest.Inside, Ethan slept between us. His small body was sprawled across the bed without worry, as if he had not just shattered a fragment of time magic with a flick of his hand.
Chapter 49Evan's POV The voice did not belong to the wind.It moved through it.Twisted inside it.“Viola…”The sound crawled across the mountain like frost, slipping through stone, sliding beneath skin. Every wolf inside Nightclaw felt it. I saw it in their faces. Warriors stiffened. Omegas covered their ears. Even George’s aura flickered for half a second.But the one who reacted the strongest was in my arms.Ethan’s body went rigid.His small fingers clutched my shirt so tightly that the fabric strained.“Papa…” he whispered.Not afraid.Not crying.Listening.The gates shook again.A deep crack splintered through the wood reinforced with iron and ancient carvings. Snow spiraled violently in the courtyard, forming a rotating wall of white around the outer perimeter.This was not rogue magic.This was older.And it was focused.On her.I moved instinctively, placing myself between the gate and Viola. Jacob rose inside me, fur bristling, ready to tear apart whatever dared step forw
Chapter 48 Viola's POV Nightclaw had never felt this restless.Not even during the rogue attack.Not even when the Bloodmoon turned the sky red like an omen.The unease now was quieter. More dangerous.It lived in whispers.In glances that followed Evan when he crossed the courtyard.In the way warriors stiffened without realizing it when his aura brushed against theirs.An Alpha from Bloodwind sleeping under Nightclaw’s roof was not a small matter.An Alpha who had just claimed to be my mate, and Ethan’s father, was even less small.I stood on the balcony outside my chambers, the cold Carpathian wind biting at my skin. Snow clung to the mountain edges, glittering beneath the early morning light.Behind me, Ethan babbled to himself on the rug, stacking carved wooden wolves in uneven towers.He was humming.Happy.Unaffected.Children adapted faster than adults.Or perhaps he trusted more easily.A knock came at the door.I did not need to turn to know who it was.“Come in.”Evan ent
Chapter 47Evan's POV I had faced war councils, rogue ambushes, and territorial disputes that could have ignited full-scale bloodshed across Europe.None of them compared to standing in Nightclaw’s courtyard while my son called me Papa.The word still echoed in my mind hours later.Papa.Not Alpha. Not stranger. Not Jack.Papa.I kept my movements measured as I sparred with two Nightclaw warriors. Alpha George watched closely from the stone steps, arms folded. He did not trust me. He should not.Trust was earned.And I had much to repay.The younger warrior lunged too fast. I sidestepped, caught his wrist, twisted gently, and pressed him to one knee without injuring him.“Control your breath,” I told him evenly. “Speed without rhythm makes you predictable.”He nodded, embarrassed but respectful.I released him immediately.I was careful not to dominate. Not to release too much of my aura. Nightclaw was not my territory. I would not disrespect it.But even restrained, I could feel it.
Chapter 46Viola's POV I did not sleep.Even after the hall emptied. Even after the warriors returned to their posts. Even after the torches outside my chamber dimmed into low embers.I lay awake beside Ethan, staring at the stone ceiling of Nightclaw’s ancestral wing, feeling the bond like a live wire stretched tight across my chest.He is here.Not as a shadow.Not as a memory.Not as regret.Evan was here. Inside these walls. Breathing the same air.Father.The word still rang in my ears.I turned slightly, watching Ethan sleep. His lashes rested softly against his cheeks. One tiny hand was curled near his face. Peaceful. Safe.He had gone to Evan without fear.Without hesitation.Like instinct had guided him.My throat tightened.Lily shifted inside me, restless.He is ours.“Stop,” I whispered under my breath.You felt it too.I squeezed my eyes shut.Yes. I had felt it.When Ethan touched him. When Evan held him. When their scents blended into something that felt whole.It had
Chapter 45 Evan's POV Silence in a werewolf hall is never truly silent.It breathes. It watches. It judges.The great stone hall of Nightclaw felt exactly like that as I stood there, no longer Jack the stable hand, no longer hiding behind dirt and rough fabric. My aura had already betrayed me. The golden glow in my eyes had told the truth before my mouth ever could.Alpha Bloodwind.Mate.Father.Every single pair of eyes in the hall burned into me. Warriors shifted uneasily. Omegas held their breath. Elder Harry stood rigid beside his daughter, protective and calculating.And Viola…She looked at me like I had shattered something sacred.“You lied,” she said.Her voice was not loud. It did not need to be.It cut deeper than a blade.I did not look away. I had faced rogue alphas, war councils, and territorial bloodshed. None of it compared to the fury trembling in her eyes right now.“Yes,” I answered.A murmur rippled through the hall.Alpha George stepped forward, Ethan still in h
Evan’s POV“Argh! What is this?” The pain struck without any warning at all.Tonight, I was standing by the edge of a river, its water flowing calmly as if the world was perfectly fine. The wounds on my body from the Rogue attack had not fully healed yet.Some of them still burned every time I move
Viola’s POV“Ah! It hurts so much!” I screamed with everything I had.The pain did not stop. It did not ease even for a breath, as if my body refused to give me mercy.My stomach felt like it was being crushed and stabbed from the inside. The pain grew worse, more vicious, as though an unseen force
Viola’s POVTonight, the Nightclaw pack was in mourning for Seraphine’s death.Black banners fluttered at the palace gates, their fabric snapping in the cold night wind. Torches burned without rest, lined along the stone corridors, glowing until dawn as if refusing to let the darkness fully claim t
Chapter 25Viola's POV I was not given a single moment to calm myself. The news spread faster than fire in the dry season. Seraphine’s attack in the palace courtyard had been witnessed by far too many eyes. Guards, servants, even several elders had seen me fall while clutching my stomach.And Nigh







