LOGINChapter 5 Nilah's Pov “Click.” I drawled slowly as I lowered my phone, the screen still glowing with the photo I’d just snapped of them entwined in the study. I stared at the image of Kendrick’s hands on Stephanie, the same hands that would eventually feed me poison, and a cold sneer curled my lips. I could expose them now and cause a scandal, but that was too merciful. I didn't just want them disgraced; I wanted them to lose everything they had killed me for.I retreated to my room, and closed the door without locking it. A mistake on my part, but no matter what I did or how much I tried to keep it off my mind, I couldn't. My mind kept drifting back to the photo Asher had sent, the silver locket, the man with my eyes. In my previous life, I was just an orphan Omega who believed she was lucky just to be noticed and adopted into the pack by the council members and the acting Alpha back then. When I first came to the pack, I wasn't accepted by anyone. I was an Omega, and for an arroga
Nilah's Pov The line went dead. I stared at the blank screen for a moment before I raised my head. To my shock, I was in front of my house. When did I even get here? I sighed and walked into the house and when I stepped through the front door, I nearly collided with Kendrick. He wasn't alone. Stephanie was draped at his side, her hand resting possessively on his arm. Walking just ahead of them was Alex.In my past life, this sight would have triggered a wave of guilt, the feeling that I was failing as a wife and mother. But now, with my eyes wide open, I felt only disgust. I looked at Alex, then at Stephanie. The shape of their eyes, the specific curve of their smiles... How had I been so blind? The resemblance wasn't just a coincidence; it was biological."Nilah!" Kendrick’s voice was sharp with performative authority. "I’ve been calling you all afternoon. Why didn't you answer? I was worried sick." He stepped toward me. "I was busy in the lab, Kendrick," I replied. My voice was f
Nilah's Pov “You are the only living heir to the Moonlight Pack, Miss Nilah and we have been looking for you for a very long time."The words hit me like a physical blow. I froze, the lab phone nearly slipping from my numb fingers. "The Moonlight Pack? Did you just say..." I trailed off, my mind racing through every legend I’d ever heard. The Moonlight Pack was like the king of the northern territories, a mystical sanctuary people had spent decades trying to find. They were rumored to be blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, possessing healing abilities so potent they could purge silver from the blood with a mere touch."That’s impossible," I stammered, a hysterical laugh bubbling in my chest. "The Moonlight Pack is a myth. And even if it weren't... I’m an Omega, Asher. I have no power. My wolf is too weak to even shift.""You are an Omega because your wolf was suppressed for so many years," Asher countered, his voice dropping into a protective growl. "Your nature has been muffled by
Nilah's Pov A gasp tore out of my throat, sharp and jagged, like a blade. “Ah!” I bolted upright, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “Hold on… My heart is beating?” The smell of antiseptic and blood was gone, replaced by the faint and comforting scent of my room and perfume. Warm sunlight spilled across the bedspread, forcing me to shield my eyes. For a long moment, I didn't move. I waited for the coughing fit, the metallic taste of blood, the heavy tiredness of my illness. It didn't come. My lungs expanded fully, pulling in sweet, clean air.I looked down at my hands. They were steady. The skin was tan and vibrant, not the translucent gray of a corpse."Goddess..." the word was breathless as it escaped my lips. I lunged for the phone on the nightstand and my thumb hit the home button, and I stared at the glowing numbers until they practically burned into my eyes. June 14th 2023. I died June 14th 2024. The date was showing one year ago. One full year before I was
Chapter 1 Nilah's Pov “Ack! Ack!” A cough hacked through my body, making me tremble from weakness. A tired breath escaped my lips as I looked around, feeling weaker than ever. The hospital room I was in smelled of antiseptic and the slow, creeping scent of my own body which was gradually decaying. For six months, this rare sickness I had, had been stripping the life from my bones. They said it only hit one in a hundred werewolves. I used to think I was just unlucky. One thing I also knew was that I was dying. One of the symptoms of my sickness was bleeding from three or more orifices. It was the last stage of the sickness, and a few minutes ago, I had bled from my mouth, eyes, nose and ears. Even till now, I could barely see, but it was still enough for me to see Kendrick, my mate and Alex, my son, one last time. I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling so violently I almost dropped it. It took me almost everything I had to control my fingers to move to the direction I wanted







