LOGINROMAN.
“Man, that was amusing. Hopefully, you’ll get more opportunities to put people in their places. Watching that is always like watching a sports match where the hits keep coming, but you’re always undefeated. Not to mention that I’m currently in the pool of odds for you making someone piss their pants. So please, bro, do me a solid and make it happen at least twice. I need to win back some of the money that I lost last time.”
I rolled my eyes, not even questioning any of that. Brock had a bit of a gambling problem, but a lot of our pack did as well. It kept things interesting. As long as it didn’t get out of hand, then I didn’t care, even participating at times.
“You’ve got a problem,” I told him with a shake of my head.
My eyes scanned the environment. The houses and buildings looked aged. They weren’t falling apart or anything but could certainly use some TLC. There were some pack members out and about but not many. It was also easy to see what could be considered class divisions, which weren’t uncommon in some packs.
Werewolf hierarchy was important because we were pack animals. It was literally encoded in our DNA. That is why packs were run by an Alpha. The Goddess had intended for them to be the ones who took care of their pack, ensuring that it remained safe and flourished. Unfortunately, not all people were cut out to be Alphas. They allowed greed to taint their leadership. Many horrible Alphas became cocky, as if they were better than those that they were meant to lead.
It didn’t matter if it was an Alpha or an Omega. All pack members held equal value. At least that was how it should be seen. Sadly, Omegas were often treated as lower-class citizens, which was ridiculous. Packs often thrived because of their Omega’s hard work. I dared anyone who thought that I was full of it to go one week without any Omega lifting a finger. It’d certainly make for a memorable experience.
“It’s only a problem if I lose. Otherwise, they're just investments for the future. Gotta’ get set up for my future mate. Just think of it as investing in your future Beta female.”
I was saved from responding when I was directed to a visitor’s parking space. On the packhouse’s steps stood Alpha Richard and Luna Felecia.
He was dressed in a crisp business suit, clearly tailored to accentuate his physique. It looked like the seams would bust if he sneezed. Gelled hair was perfectly groomed without a single piece out of place. His keen eyes pierced into my own, assessing and observing me as I stepped out of the car.
His Luna was decked out in a red form-fitting dress that fell to her mid-thighs, leaving her long legs on display. Heels that were at least five inches brought her up in height. Her hair was styled with curls, and dramatic makeup highlighted her features. That dress even dipped into her cleavage, leaving very little to the imagination.
I wasn’t the type to shame others for their choices of attire, but this seemed more suited for a night out rather than greeting guests. They hadn’t known that we were here, so she was either dressed this way already or had fixed herself up in the ten minutes that it had been since the guard alerted Alpha Richard to my presence.
I was preferential to dressing casually, opting for comfort around the pack unless there was a reason to dress up. Dad taught me that an Alpha’s merits should be found in how he cared for each member of his pack instead of the image that he presented to others.
“Welcome Alpha Roman,” he said, shaking my hand. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”
His voice was steady, not giving away any hints of tension. His body was also relaxed.
‘Either he’s great at masking himself, believes that he’s the supreme being who'll never get caught, or he’s innocent. However, I seriously doubt the last option. He’s good, but we’re not leaving here without the truth,’ Creed voiced his thoughts.
I hummed in agreement. My gut had never once steered me wrong, so I’d trust it. Alpha Richard was somehow connected to the missing she-wolves. We just needed to figure out what the connection was before it was too late.
“Thank you, Alpha Richard. I appreciate the welcome. I’m making my rounds, as Regent, to packs that I haven’t been to within that capacity. I know that you’ve dealt with my father in the past, but it’s my turn to do so. I was hoping that you would be able to accommodate us overnight so that we could discuss any issues that we might be able to help with.”
He hesitated just for a brief moment before he agreed and ushered us inside.
Stepping over the door’s threshold, my heart started beating a little bit faster. It felt almost like anticipation was gripping me, but I had no idea what caused it. I took a few steadying breaths, forcing myself to calm down so that I didn’t draw any unwanted attention.
I certainly agree with Creed that this mission would be important. I was more convinced of it now than I had been before.
There was no telling what we were walking into, but we’d face it head-on just like we faced any obstacle.
“I do apologize that we weren’t prepared for guests. My Luna will show you to your rooms while I go speak to the kitchen staff to ensure that they account for the additional mouths to feed,” Alpha Richard said, gesturing for his Luna to lead the way.
“Of course. Perhaps we can meet up after to get started,” I suggested.
He gave me a brief nod and turned around, but not before I saw the grimace on his face.
Alpha Richard didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that we showed up unannounced. However, that was often the only way to truly see a pack’s reality. Not giving them notice meant that they had no time to make a presentable front. No time to hide their dirty laundry.
Why would he be going to talk to the kitchen staff instead of simply mindlinking them or sending his Luna to do it? My curiosity was piqued, but I knew that it wasn’t the right time to show my hand. I could be patient.
The Omegas lowered their heads as we passed. Luna Felicia didn’t even spare them a glance. Her head tilted up some though as if they were beneath her or something. Wow. Entitled much?
We were led down a long hallway to the guest rooms and informed that we could choose from any of the rooms on the left.
I noticed her eyes cloud over in a mindlink. The tensing of her shoulders showed that it was not the most comforting message, whatever it was.
“I’m needed elsewhere, so I’ll send Beta Miller to bring you to my Alpha’s office. Please excuse me.”
She didn’t even wait for a response before she turned on her heels and stalked off.
Red flags were being tossed into the air by both of them already. There was nothing concrete yet, but their behavior seemed suspicious between Alpha Richard insisting on personally checking in on the kitchen staff and the way that she hightailed it away from us, opting to send the Beta to do something that she could have easily done herself or even had anyone else.
It was almost like they didn’t want us moving around without one of them present. It was a song and dance that had been done by other packs before. It was a way to ensure that they could control the flow of information that we received. Most pack members would never speak up against their leadership if said leadership was right there in front of them.
‘Pair up. Nobody rooms alone,’ I told my team.
‘Yes, Alpha.’
Brock and I went into the first room and put our stuff down on the Queen-sized bed. It wasn’t the first time that we’d shared a bed, having grown up as each other’s shadows since we were toddlers.
A knock on the open door revealed the man that I assumed was Beta Miller, considering his aura.
He informed us that he’d take me to Alpha Richard whenever I was ready. I did, however, tell him that Brock would be accompanying us. He just nodded in understanding, knowing that I hadn’t left any room for any argument.
I followed behind him while taking stock of anything that I came across during our walk. Nothing stuck out except for a little pup who peeked out of an open doorway. There was curiosity when she looked at Brock and me. However, that was replaced with fear when she looked at Beta Miller.
What in the world would cause a pup, who couldn’t be any older than five, to fear him instead of the strangers who she didn’t know?
“Alpha said to take a seat, and he’d be right with you,” Beta Miller told us, opening a door.
Inside, it looked like it was curated from money. His pack’s buildings might need TLC, but his office definitely didn’t need any. An expensive collection of alcohol, artwork that would’ve cost a fortune if it was real, and furniture that cost more than I wanted to even consider.
It wasn’t a choice that I’d make, but to each their own though…
A scent caught my attention as Alpha Richard entered his office and closed the door behind him. It was rich, deep, and so damn sweet that I barely kept myself from growling. The cocoa bean and vanilla scent was the most delectable thing that I had ever encountered before.
‘Careful,’ Creed cautioned me. ‘We’ll find out who the scent belongs to, but we can’t risk getting her caught in the middle of anything. He’s hiding something. The fact that he came back with her scent on him makes me wonder if it has anything to do with her. Calm. Cool. Collected. That’s how we have to play this, because he has an entire pack under his command.’
Creed’s words hit me like a bucket of ice water. I’d never questioned his instincts, so I grabbed onto my emotions tightly.
I might’ve come here to learn about Alpha Richard’s connection to the missing and dead she-wolves, but I wouldn’t be leaving here without my mate. Anyone who got in my way might just go meet the Goddess.
ROMAN.As much as I wanted to protect my mate from everything, I wasn’t certain how to do that right now.Enemies I could fight. Threats could be neutralized in time. But this? How could I protect her from the weight she carried because of the destiny that had been chosen for her? Creed and I did what we could to help her bear it. She was powerful in a way that was daunting and awe-inspiring. She held the weight on her like letting go of so much as an ounce of it would hurt us. If she wavered, there we were. It was on us to help carry the load with her.But Octavia…she was a stubborn thing.And that was rich coming from me. It was the pot calling the kettle black and all. No matter how hard she attempted to hide it, I could always see the fatigue whenever it hit her. This shivering in her hands after training, how she made herself smile just so that the rest of us didn’t have to worry. It gutted me each time because she shouldn’t feel the need to hide it and to pretend that she was
OCTAVIA.Change was on the horizon. I could feel its weight pressing down on me like a gathering storm. It wasn’t visible yet, not completely, but it was there, humming beneath the surface of every breath, every quiet moment. I’d been doing my best to act unaffected, to wear composure like armor, but I wasn’t sure how convincing I’d been. Roman saw through me too easily. He always did.There were days when it felt like I was treading water in the middle of a vast, unseen ocean with each wave heavier than the last. The responsibilities of being Luna, the uncertainty that lurked behind every new revelation, the quiet fear that I wasn’t enough pressed down until I could barely breathe.And every single time, Roman was there.He was the steady hand that reached into the water and pulled me up before I went under completely. His presence alone was enough to remind me that I wasn’t alone in any of this, that he’d find me no matter how dark or chaotic things got. He always did.He had been my
SAOIRSE.The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you everything you wanted.I was dressed to kill, like always. My dress clung in all the right places, black silk that shimmered faintly under the neon lights, cut high enough to distract and low enough to invite. Heels clicked sharp against the floor as I moved, a sound almost swallowed by the heavy thrum of music and the roar of voices shouting over it. Smoke curled lazily in the air—cigarettes, cigars, and something stronger—and the scent mixed with spilled whiskey, sweat, and perfume that lingered like ghosts.The bar stretched long and polished, covered in fingerprints, ringed glasses, and hands exchanging money far too casually for the amounts involved. The barkeep moved with quick precision
OCTAVIA. Today was my first official day as Luna.It was a position that I never thought I’d hold. From being hated and treated like nothing more than a slave to standing proudly beside my Alpha as his Luna, it was the kind of transformation you only ever heard about in stories. Mine had been paved in, scars and resilience. Rags-to-riches didn’t even seem enough to describe it.I was excited and nervous all at once, my chest buzzing with both anticipation and doubt.Roman told me over and over that it would be impossible for me to fail him or the pack, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to believe it.The weight of responsibility pressed heavily against my shoulders, but it was softened by the fact that I wasn’t doing this alone. Deira and I had decided to share an office, which suited us perfectly. She was one hell of a fighter who was becoming a true friend, maybe even a sister. The thought warmed me more than I expected it would.Nallah and Adira had also chosen to share an office a
ROMAN.I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dragged on, especially when those around me began finding their mates while I kept waiting, empty-handed. But I never lost faith. Deep down, I knew she was out there. I knew that when I finally found her, every restless night and every ache of waiting would be worth it.And I was right. I had been so fucking right.Because Octavia was worth every second of the wait.She was my perfect match. My Luna. My partner in all things. There wasn’t a single piece of me that didn’t recognize that truth the moment I first held her, and standing there now, watching her take her place as Luna of this pack, I couldn’t imagine a better mate, a better woman, or a better leader to stand at my side.When she acce
OCTAVIA. Tonight was my Luna ceremony.My heart hadn’t stopped its relentless pounding since sunrise, and even now, as the hour drew near, nerves coiled in my stomach. This was supposed to be one of the most important days of my life, a moment that defined me not just as Roman’s mate but officially as the Luna of our pack.I was grateful for every hand that had helped me prepare, but Goddess, I wished my parents were here to see it. I could almost feel my mother’s soft touch, hear my father’s booming laugh. Instead, I had to trust that they were watching from above, pride shining from wherever they now resided. It wasn’t the same, and the ache of their absence pressed against my ribs like a bruise that refused to fade.But Serena… Serena had been my saving grace. She had stepped into the empty space without ever being asked, guiding me with patience and gentleness. When she pulled me close earlier and whispered how proud she was, I didn’t fight the tears that blurred my vision. I wrap







