MasukThe next morning, I catch up to talk to him before he leaves for their honeymoon.
"Alpha. I am not here to beg anymore. I just need one favor for my wolf. I need to talk to Atlas," I say, and he nods without a thought.
Seconds later, his eyes start glowing bright yellow, almost golden.
'To what do I owe the pleasure?' he says, his voice deep and thunderous.
'I want to know if you are aware of his rejection,' I say.
'Yes, little mate. I am already bonded to Sansa, and I love her. I am sorry this had to happen. Tell Averia I am really sorry,' he says, and something in me dies.
'Okay. Can I speak to Zander now?' I say, and he nods. A few seconds later, Zander comes back.
"Do you have your answer now?" he says softly.
"Yes," I let out a breath and look him straight in the eyes.
"I, Serene Gun, accept your rejection," I say, and he stumbles back a little.
He looks at me in shock and surprise, as if he didn't expect me to accept it.
I turn and walk away from him and everything that has to do with him.
.
They left for their honeymoon, and I returned to my routine.
I grow thinner and weaker with each passing day, and Mom is beginning to worry.
I always tell her I am fine, but I know deep down she can feel my pain.
Today, she sent me on an errand. She asked me to pick up my dad's birthday cake from the pack house.
I can't believe two months have already passed, and Dad is celebrating his birthday again.
Crystal will be back today with "exciting news," as Mom said.
This place is awfully quiet today; most of the time, the pack house is noisy as hell.
I picked up my dad's cake and made my way out but stopped in my tracks when I saw Beta Darius entering the house.
"Serene. What a lovely surprise," he says with an awfully wide smile.
"Beta Darius. I was just on my way out. I came to pick up my dad's gift."
"Oh, you can't just leave like that. Come on, let's have a drink," he says, stepping closer to me.
"I... I don't think that is a good idea. My mom is waiting for me," I tell him.
"Oh, it's just a drink, Serene. I don't bite," he says softly, and I sigh.
"Okay, fine, but only one," I say, and he nods.
He leads the way into the pack bar and goes behind the counter.
"What can I get you, my lady?" he smiles.
"A shot of tequila, raw," I say, sitting on the stool.
"Wow... anything the matter?" he asks.
"Just life," I shrug.
He turns to face me a few seconds later and hands over the shot to me.
"Tell me about it," he raises his glass, and so do I.
I take the shot in one go.
"Want another?" he asks, and I nodded.
Before I realized it, I was on my fourth shot and drunk out of my mind.
"Serene, has anyone told you how beautiful you are? Those pretty brown eyes are just like the earth," he says.
Okay, this is my clue to leave.
I need to mind-link my brother to come pick me up.
"I... I... I think I should... leave," I slur my words and hiccup.
"Not yet, Serene. You know, you really fascinate me. I really fancy you; you've been on my mind lately, with those soft pink lips..." he says, his fingers trailing my bottom lip.
I swing my head to the side and try to stand up but lose my balance and almost fall down, but he holds me against him.
I can feel his groin against me.
"Please let me go. My mom is waiting for me," I beg.
"I can't do that. I really need to feel you against me," he says and kisses my neck.
I try to hit him, but he is stronger and bigger than me.
An idea comes into my head.
"Don't even try to mind-link anyone. It isn't going to work. The drink you just had shut off all your senses. You are mine tonight, Serene," he says, and now I break down in tears.
"Please, please, please, don't do this to me. I am begging you," I plead.
But everything falls on deaf ears when I feel him rip off my shirt.
He pushes me onto the floor and continues his assault.
I try to fight; I really do, but it is all in vain.
That day, he took away my innocence, my dignity, my pride.
I lost myself that day.
.
"Are you okay Serene?"my brother asks for second time today.
"Yes I am fine"I tell him quietly.
"Are you sure? Something is off with you"he says looking at me skeptically.
"I am fine"I say and he kept quiet and we continue to finish the decorations.
Minutes later the house was full with guests and friends.
My sister and Zander had arrived and they looked so happy and cozy.
I smile sadly, I am going to really miss them once I am out of this place.
I hope mom and dad will forgive me for being a disappointment.
"We have an announcement. Everyone please gather around"dad announces.
Everyone moved forward,but I remained behind.
My nightmare was with them,he stood there as if he wasn't a monster.
"Thank you all for making it to my birthday party. As much as it is my birthday, I like to announce this: I got the greatest gift today. My daughter and her husband, Alpha Zander, are expecting their first child, my first grandchild and the future alpha of this pack," my dad says happily.
That was it for me. I had enough reason to go on with my decision. No one will miss me. My family is happy without me.
I smile sadly and slowly retreat back to my room.
I take a pen and paper and write an apology letter for my parents and brother.
I pack up a few things and my savings. I jump through my window and run through the woods.
Once I can't feel the connection with my family anymore, I stop.
'We'll be okay, Ria. No one can hurt us again,' I tell my wolf.
'Okay,' she says weakly.
"I, Serene Gun, daughter of Beta Zack Gun, cut ties off with
the White Moon Pack," I say and feel all links with the pack break.
I shift into my wolf form and run into the woods.
I hope a better life awaits me.
Tyron POVThe dawn was cold and sharp, the way it always was before a storm. I had been awake for hours, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, listening to the house breathe around me. My wolf prowled at my feet, restless, sensing the tension in the air, sensing my heartbeat thrumming like a war drum.I couldn’t tell Winter,not yet. I couldn’t say the words out loud. She would have protested, begged me to stay, tried to stop me, and I wouldn’t allow it. Not when the risk was this high. Not when I finally understood the full weight of what my father was planning. Augustus,my father, the Beta, the man who had built this chain of fire I was chained to,was moving his pieces. He had already set the attack in motion. And I couldn’t let Winter pay the price for a war I had unknowingly unlocked.I had spent the night mapping my escape, calculating every variable, every possible reaction. The spell she had bound me with,intended to anchor me to the pack,was clever, but it had a
Winter POVEver since that day in the library ,when everything I told Tyron had shattered the version of his life he’d clung to, there had been a distance between us. It wasn’t sudden, like a storm rolling in. It was subtle, a shift you could only notice when you cared enough to look. He had been distant in conversation, answering me with clipped words. He was distant in bed, though I knew it wasn’t me,it never had been. It was him, trapped in the shadow of the revelation, carrying the weight of a betrayal so deep it had been part of his bloodline all along.I tried to give him space, but space had only made the distance grow. The closer I got, the further he seemed to drift, like smoke slipping between my fingers. I couldn’t stand it. I hated seeing him carry all that pain alone, and yet he wouldn’t let me in.It was why, after Casey’s son was born, I had noticed something else. Tyrone had begun spending hours in the nursery, standing by the window, watching the boy sleep. He wasn’
Casey's POV The morning of our wedding dawned soft and golden, and I felt the strange flutter of nerves and excitement coiling through me. My belly was already rounded from four months of carrying our child, and every glance at Louis made the world around me feel like it had sharpened into perfect focus. He stood there, waiting, dressed in the ceremonial whites of our pack, his eyes quiet but steady, scanning me like he could see the exact rhythm of my heartbeat.“Casey,” he said softly when I approached, reaching for my hand. His touch was warm, grounding. “You’re beautiful.”I laughed, a little breathless, because he always had this way of stripping all the fear from me. “Louis, you’ve been saying that every day for the past four months. Are you sure it’s not just habit?”He grinned, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “Habit? Maybe. But also truth.”The ceremony was intimate. The pack gathered around in a circle of soft earth and scattered leaves, the sunlight filtering th
I stumbled out of the room, my chest tight, like the air itself had turned against me. The woods stretched around me, pale shafts of light cutting through the trees, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. My wolf circled me, its movements sharp, tense, mirroring the chaos rattling my chest. The bond was picking up Winter’s pulse, her quiet despair from earlier, and my wolf couldn’t soothe her. Neither could I.I sank to the ground, fists digging into the dirt, the soil pressing against my nails as if grounding me. My heart felt raw, shredded, torn between memory and truth. I replayed everything Winter had shown me , the papers, the reports, the survivor lists, the mission orders. The black-magic crest. Every detail was a blade twisting in my gut.My father , the Beta , the architect of deception.I closed my eyes, trying to reconcile it with the boy I remembered. I saw Terry, young and reckless, flinching as smoke and fire consumed the walls around us. I saw my mother, frantic, dragg
I felt the weight of her words settle in my chest like stones, one after another, until it felt like my ribs were cracking under the pressure. Augustus. My father’s name. She said it so calmly, but the sound of it in my ears made the ground shift beneath me. I couldn’t breathe properly. I wanted to believe her. Goddess, I wanted to believe her. I needed to. But every fragment of memory I had clung to me like fire and blood, like smoke curling around my lungs, and what she was showing me didn’t fit.I saw my mother again. Her hands frantic, dragging Terry through the smoke, screaming for him to move faster. I saw his small face, terrified and bright with stubborn courage. I heard my father’s voice, low and cold, and the words he drilled into me so many times when I was young: “Never trust them. Never trust the ones outside. They will betray you.” That voice wasn’t just a memory. It was a command etched into my bones. And now it was colliding with what Winter was saying. With the eviden
My breath stilled in my chest.Augustus.The name hit me like a punch behind the ribs. Every story my father told me this morning… every document… every warning… it all clicked together in a way that made my stomach twist.Tyron saw the change in my expression instantly. Of course he did. He always noticed the shifts I tried to hide.His jaw tightened. “Winter,” he murmured, voice low with suspicion, “what is that look?”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t,not here, not in the middle of the trees with the entire training field a stone’s throw away. My pulse was pounding too loudly, and the weight of what I now knew sat like a stone in my throat.I reached for his hand.“Come with me,” I said quietly.He didn’t fight me. He didn’t even question it. He just followed,because somewhere deep down, his instincts knew too.We walked back toward the pack house in silence. The air felt thick, like the world was listening. When we reached the hallway near my room, I slipped inside and closed the door b







