I turn and am shocked to see the she-wolf that spoke to me with such venom inside the Pack House kitchen. I had almost forgotten that we’re still outside of the Pack House. “He has your eyes… is he your son?” The she-wolf asks softly, looking at Ethan who still remains seated inside of Ryan’s ca
Cara’s POV I’m pushing the thoughts of Alaric far from my mind as I head to the hospital. I need to focus. I’m here for Mia. She needs me. Ruby greets me at the door, and I can see the stiffness in his shoulders immediately. “We need to talk,” my best friend tells me as she guides me
Alaric’s POV Aylon Auburn? The Pack BloodyMoon Beta? Why would Cara be carrying in her purse a document addressed to Aylon Auburn? It doesn’t make any sense… Unless… After the news report that announced Aylon Auburn as the new Beta of Pack BloodyMoon, I had asked my Beta John to find out a
Cara’s POV “…My, my husband, Aylon Arbun?!" "Isn't he?" Alaric asked, staring at me. I widen my eyes, looking at Alaric in shock and confusion. I recall what my brothers said to me last time. * “… That’s how it went. The guy asked why your husband wasn’t taking care of Mia when she was s
Cara’s POV I pull away from Alaric, but his hand still grips my wrist. “Let me go,” I say to him. “Wait, Cara—,” Alaric starts to say, not letting go. His fingers are squeezing into my skin, and my arm starts to feel uncomfortable. I look up at his face and see the firm stare in his eyes, bu
“You’re right, you can handle that, I’m sure of it.” Ruby shoots me a sweetly supportive smile. “But that sounds like a tough day. Do you want to tell me more?” “I think I was able to show the Pack House my true intentions, and that I’m not just helping them to boost my ego or image. So that’s one
Alaric’s POV I’ve become someone I don’t even recognize. “Today is September 19 -Alaric.” Cara doesn’t respond to my text message. Then I realize: the other times Cara hasn’t responded, it was on account of her husband. When Aylon Auburn blocked my number on Cara’s phone, that wasn’t her own
Cara’s POV “Excellent work!” “Yes, great job as usual!” “We knew we could count on you!” I’m in a pack business meeting with my brothers Eamon and Colin, as well as some of the other Pack BloodyMoon nobles and leadership. Eamon just announced that a deal I’d been hard at work to negotiate
Cara’s POVBack under the pavilion for another break before the next contest, I sat at one of the picnic tables with my arms stretched out and ice packs over my aching muscles.“There’s no reason for you to participate in the final event,” Charlotte said to me, echoing previous warnings made by both
Cara’s POVThe day was filled with contests with very little time to break in between. As such, I wasn’t able to talk with Alaric, my brothers, or Noel. Instead, though, I filled in the Claw Sisters and Georgie on what occurred.“A secret stabbing is so cowardly,” Charlotte said. “If she had any hon
Cara’s POVAt once, I moved my arm up to shield myself, desperate to protect my vital organs.Yet, when the knife stabbed into me, I surprised to find that the blade pushed back, harmlessly, into the handle. I’d seen such a thing happen in the past, during stage shows. Her knife was nothing more tha
Alaric’s POVWith Colin watching the kids, Ryan, Aidan, and I went to spectate the cooking event. The event itself was being held in a large gymnasium, with special mats set up to protect the typical gym floor. Atop the mats, each contender was given their own section, with their own counters, appli
Cara’s POVThe next day I was somewhat exhausted from the event on the night before. The organizers of the event must have taken that into consideration because today was the last day of rest before the contests started the next day.The cooking showcase was my first event, and I was already nervous
Alaric’s POVI was ready to start throwing hands a minute ago, but now, seeing how quickly and resolutely the BloodyMoon pack came to Cara’s defense, I allowed myself to calm down, at least enough to sit back down and contain myself.My fury at those that had spoken against Cara remained, however, a
Cara’s POVAs we started to move about the stage, following the steps of our routine, I kept an eye on Lilia and her can of paint. I had my suspicions that it was intended for me. At a crucial moment, when we were at the front of the stage, the routine would bring us directly side by side.Perhaps t
Cara’s POVGeorgie asked me to return to my dressing room, where she arrived shortly after carrying the gown that she was supposed to be wearing that evening. On herself, she was wearing a robe.Looking at my own dress still filled me with a sense of mourning. It had been such a beautiful thing, des
None of them seemed even remotely guilty. They were all entirely confident, I could see it in their eyes.Only Lilia wore a different expression. When no one else could see her but me, she seemed smug, smirking. She pointed to a nearby camera.“I’ve been on camera this entire time, too, if you don’t