로그인Xander’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 POVSitting at the edge of my cot, I hugged my knees close to my chest, exhaustion pressing down on every inch of me. The dim moonlight seeped through the cracks in the walls, casting shadows across my tiny room. Tonight had been chaotic. I’d served wine, cleared plates, and avoided the subt
Alison's Point of ViewA sharp, searing pain throbbed through my skull as I woke, my eyes fluttering open to the sight of cold, cracked stone below me. I tried to reach for my head, to touch the aching spot, but my hands were bound tightly to my legs, keeping me curled in a fetal position. A gag pres
Xander’s POVThe morning was alive, pulsing with energy and promise, but a thread of tension tugged beneath my excitement. I adjusted the cuffs on my sleeves, feeling anticipation course through me like a live wire. Today would be the day, I'd finally bring Alison home as my mate, after the wedding c
Alison POV“Xander?”The name left my lips in a whisper, barely carried by the cold night air. I stood there, my white fur matted with blood and earth, my chest heaving after the final clash beneath the cursed red moon. The sky was clearing now… the eerie crimson glow fading back to its rightful si







