LOGINXander’s POVFor a moment, I genuinely thought I had heard Alpha Lucian wrong.The rage burning through my chest made it difficult to process anything clearly.I stared at him.Then at the Alphas standing behind him.Not one of them looked ashamed.Not one.“My Luna’s power is becoming a threat to the alliance.”The words echoed again inside my head, colder this time.Dangerously colder.I took a slow step toward Lucian.“What,” I said quietly, “did you just say to me?”Lucian straightened slightly, but I noticed the hesitation in his eyes now. Still, he didn’t back down.“We all witnessed what happened, Xander,” he said carefully. “Your Luna lost control in front of every western Alpha present here today.”My jaw clenched violently.“My son was abducted,” I bit out.Nobody spoke.I laughed bitterly, shaking my head once.“My five-year-old son was stolen right before our eyes,” I continued harshly. “And Simone was murdered protecting him.”Still silence.I looked at every single one o
Xander’s POVEverything happened too fast.One second, my son had been standing beside Alison.The next…Gone.The image replayed in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Lionel screaming. Simone being struck. That tornado swallowing everything whole before disappearing into thin air.Chaos erupted across the ceremonial grounds.Warriors rushed in every direction. Guests shouted over one another. Some of the visiting Alphas barked orders to their guards while others pulled their families behind them protectively.But none of that was what froze my blood.It was Alison.The scream that tore from her throat didn’t sound human.It sounded… primal.Raw.Ancient.Every head snapped toward her.Her entire body shook violently as power burst from her in waves strong enough to crack the ground beneath her feet. The air itself seemed to tremble around her.“Alison!” I shouted, taking a step toward her.She didn’t hear me.Or maybe she did.Maybe she simply wasn’t there anymore.Her wo
Alison’s POVThe room fell into a tense silence after Lionel’s words.I could feel Xander’s frustration rising beside me, thick and sharp enough to suffocate the air itself. His jaw clenched as he stared at our trembling son still curled against my chest.Then he exhaled harshly and dragged a hand through his hair.“What is going on here?” he snapped suddenly.I looked up at him in surprise.His eyes moved between me and Lionel before settling somewhere near the door, irritation flashing across his face.“First Simone,” he muttered. “Now Lionel too?”“Xander—” I started carefully.“No,” he cut in sharply. “Tell me I’m wrong, Alison. Tell me all this fear isn’t rubbing off on him.”My chest tightened.“He’s a child,” I said quietly.“And children absorb what they hear,” he fired back. “For weeks now all he’s seen is you and Simone whispering about shadows and danger.”“That’s not fair.”“Isn’t it?” he challenged. “Look at him.”Lionel shrank further into me as Xander’s voice rose.Inst
Alison’s POVMorning came too quickly.The sun spilled through the tall windows in soft gold, warming the walls of Night Fang’s estate, but it did nothing to ease the unease sitting heavy in my chest. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them again…Those glowing eyes.Watching. Waiting.I pushed the thought aside as I stood before the mirror, smoothing down my dress. Today wasn’t about me. Today was about Lionel.Five years.My son was five years old.A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. After everything I had endured… every fear, every battle, every whispered insult about being barren… I had him.And I would not let anything ruin his day.“Luna,” a maid called softly from behind me. “The first guests have arrived.”I nodded, straightening my shoulders. “I’m coming.”By the time I stepped into the courtyard, it had already transformed into a vibrant sea of color and life. Banners bearing Night Fang’s crest swayed in the breeze, tables were lined with
Alison’s POVThe entire house was alive.Servants moved from one end of the hall to the other, carrying trays, adjusting decorations, polishing surfaces that already gleamed. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, mixed with sugar and spice from the kitchens. Everything had to be perfect.Tomorrow was Lionel’s fifth birthday.I stood at the center of it all, watching, correcting, guiding.“No, the blue ribbons go on the west wing, not here,” I said, pointing toward the archway. “And make sure the candles are arranged evenly. I don’t want anything looking rushed.”“Yes, Luna,” the maid bowed quickly, hurrying off.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers against my temple. It had been a long day, but I didn’t feel tired. Not really. Just… restless.Something wasn’t right.I turned slightly, scanning the grand hall. Everything looked as it should—warm lights, polished floors, quiet efficiency. And yet…That feeling.It crept up my spine like a whisper.Slow.Cold.Watching.My breath h
Alison’s Point Of View "The Morning of Lionel’s 4th Birthday" Warmth. That was the first thing I felt. Not from the morning sun pouring through the tall windows, but from the man whose arms were wrapped around me like I was the most precious thing in the world. His chest rose and fell gently behind me, his breath brushing softly against my hair, and his warm body heat soothed me. Xander. My husband.. My Alpha. My love. Even after all these years, waking up in his arms still made my heart flutter like the first time he kissed me. His embrace was steady, secure. The kind of warmth that made you forget there had ever been cold. I smiled to myself, letting my fingers trace the pattern of his knuckles resting just above my stomach. “I know you’re awake already,” he murmured groggily, his voice still husky with sleep. I giggled, rolling to face him, as my eyes laid on his face my stomach did a back flip. “And how would you know that, my Alpha?” He smirked, eyes still closed.
Alison’s POVAs time passed minute by minute I couldn’t hear anything anymore. Not the ticking of time, not Simone’s footsteps circling endlessly, not even my own heartbeat.All I could hear was silence… and the weight of failure.Xander’s head lay on my lap, his face pale, body limp, chest rising
Alison’s POV "I refuse to die like this… not today, not like this.” I thought it was the end. I braced myself, teeth clenched, heart hammering so loud I could hear it echo in my ears. The witch’s spell, an ominous swirl of darkness and crackling green light, shot toward me like a bullet from hell
Xander's POVThe midday sun cast sharp beams through the tall windows of my office, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air. Papers were strewn across my desk, reports on patrol schedules, supply inventories, and diplomatic correspondences with neighboring packs. Yet, my mind was elsewhe
Xander's POVThere are moments in life when time slows down, not because of fear or anxiety, but because everything feels perfect for a split second. That was last night. Alison had kissed me like she needed to feel every part of me, like she was holding on for dear life. Her moans still echoed in







