Se connecterSARA’S POV
I whimpered, dragging in a breath, as a thousand needles tore at every inch of my body, and yet, my heart hurt even more.
A sob tore through my throat as strong arms held me close.
“Please live, live for me little Angel, and I swear on my life, this is the last time you would ever feel pain, I’ll die first before I let you suffer again,” a deep masculine voice whispered to me, as he rocked me back and forth in his arms.
I wanted to laugh. This man did not know my middle name was pain. I would always feel pain.
I brushed my hand lower, feeling the sticky goo that had been applied on my wound, but when I bent to look at it, he caught my chin in his hand, tilting my head up till I was staring at the most dangerously fearsome man I had ever encountered – yet there was tenderness in his eyes.
“Don’t look at it little Love. Look at me instead, and please, promise me that you’ll fight this, promise me that you’ll live.”
I sucked in a breath. The tenderness in his touch tore at me. This was the first time since several years anyone had ever treated me with such tenderness. For some reason, it only made me cry more.
I expected him to grow weary of my tears, but instead, he only cradled me closer to his big chest, murmuring words of endearment.
I don’t know what he did, but I suddenly felt a surge of strength seeping from his powerful body into mine as he held me, till finally, I dared to want to live.
I raised my head to look up at him, and caught him smiling down tenderly at me.
Who was this man?
“Why are you being so good to me?” I whispered to him.
His expression become even more tender. “Because you deserve everything love – don’t you know? I’ll give my very life to make you feel better.”
His words made me giggle. My own laughter sounded strange in my ears, like it did not belong to me – I had no right to laughter. Straightening up, I asked again. “What’s your name? Who are you?”
He paused a bit, then his next words shattered me – again!
“My name is Rune Garthor, Alpha of the Crescent moon.”
No! I shook my head, forcing back the tears that threatened to spill. My pain was not over yet. Now, the same man who had killed my father had come for me. What sinister plan did he have up his sleeve?
I wanted to cry, to beg him not to hurt me, to ask him why he killed my father, and was now here acting like he cared about me – of course, it would be absurd to think a man I was just meeting cared for me, that left only one possibility –
He had come back to finish my father’s lineage. Obviously, Killing me wasn’t enough, he probably wanted to torture me psychologically before I died.
I stared up at the hard planes of his face, awash with fake tenderness, and I suddenly made up my mind.
I had nothing left to lose, nothing to live for – except one thing, revenge!
Alpha Rune might be playing games, but I’ll play games of my own. I was going to get so close to him, I’d fit like a second skin, then I would destroy him.
My mind made up, I stared up at him. There was something about my desire for revenge that filled me with strength.
Alpha Rune killed my father, when my mother heard it, she’d had a heart attack and died, because of that, I fled the pack, Tristan fell out of love with me, and now, Claudia was dead. It was all his fault. Rune had destroyed my life, and I would get my revenge on him.
“Alpha Rune,” I said softly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Silently, I added – I’ll make you know the true meaning of pain. I would destroy you, just as you have destroyed me.
ALPHA TRISTAN When she finally opened it, her eyes were red-rimmed and tired. She didn't bow. She didn't move to let me in."I came to apologize, Yvonne," I said, my voice sounding hollow and thin even to my own ears. "For the scene in the hall. For... everything. I didn't know. I truly didn't know you felt that way about me."Yvonne leaned heavily against the doorframe, a bitter, exhausted smile touching her lips. "And now that you do? Now that my secret is laid bare for everyone to mock, Tristan? What happens now? Do we just go back to playing soldiers?"I looked at the floor, struggling with the brutal honesty I owed her. "I... I don't feel that way, Yvonne. Not yet. But they say love can grow, don't they? That time and loyalty can build something lasting...""Pity," she spat, her voice trembling with a sudden, sharp rage. "I’ve given you my life, my sword, and my very soul for years. I don’t want you to love me out of pity, like some wounded animal you found shivering in the wood
ALPHA TRISTANAfter I ordered Sara to be led away to the deepest pits of the dungeon—sentenced to a cold cell without food or water—I stood on that podium and searched the faces of my people. While the majority of the pack seemed caught in a fever of bloodthirsty excitement, reveling in the public shaming of the "Moonshadow whore," I noticed three specific faces that didn't join the cheering. Yvonne, Paige, and Harlan just stared at me.Harlan’s expression was easy enough to read; it was a heavy, sagging mask of disappointment. But Paige and Yvonne... their stares were different. They were sharp, piercing, and layered with a judgment I couldn't quite categorize. It unsettled the wolf within me."I would like to go see Sara in her cell," Paige said, strolling up to me before the crowd had even fully dispersed. Her voice was too calm, too steady for a servant addressing an Alpha who had just declared a new reign of terror."Paige, I’m beginning to seriously doubt where your loyalty lies
SARAAs the soldiers dragged me away, their rough hands bruising my skin, I felt a strange, quiet sense of contentment wash over me. For the first time since my world ended, I felt as if I had truly done something for myself. I had looked the monster in the eye and reminded him—and everyone who feared him—that he was made of flesh and bone, not just myth and terror. I was not just any girl whose life could be methodified or eroded by his whims. I had reclaimed my voice, even if it meant my body would pay the price.I didn't know how she managed it, given the lockdown Tristan had ordered, but Paige and another woman were already waiting for me in the bowels of the dungeon long before I even reached my cell. They had returned me to my old quarters, the one with the familiar cracks in the stone."What are you doing here?" I whispered, surprised to find her standing in the shadows of the corridor. "The Alpha was furious. You shouldn't be risking this.""I took formal permission from the A
ALPHA TRISTANPaige didn't return to the penthouse with Sara in tow. Instead, Sara slipped back into the room alone, her expression unreadable as she immediately proceeded to tidy the surfaces and adjust the linens. She moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency that usually soothed me, but today, I was restless."You’re back," I noted, watching her. "What did you and Natalie talk about? Did she give the girl a proper perspective on things?" I asked, a surge of dark excitement humming in my veins.I had high hopes for this "education." Natalie hadn’t been a sex slave, per se. In the beginning, she was merely a live-in maid, but she had been more than willing to provide "extra services" whenever the mood struck me. I remembered our first time together with startling clarity, a memory that still held a certain predatory warmth.Claudia, my former mate, hadn't liked the idea of a live-in maid at first. She was possessive and sharp-tongued, but I eventually convinced her that it was a pract
SARA"Please, come this way. Quickly." Paige motioned frantically the moment we exited Tristan's study. She didn't wait for a response, leading me and Khalid through a labyrinthine series of service hallways and narrow stairways that descended deep beneath the industrial-sized kitchen.The air in the tunnels smelled of damp earth, stagnant water, and ancient, cold grease. It was thick and claustrophobic. Khalid was a complete mess beside me; his breath came in shallow, ragged hitches that echoed off the low stone ceiling like the gasps of a dying animal. He was vibrating with a terror so potent I could almost taste it in the air."I'm sorry... Sara, I'm so sorry," Khalid stammered when we finally found ourselves momentarily alone in a shadowed alcove. "The Alpha Conqueror has been searching for you with a madness I’ve never seen. It's truly unfortunate that I helped fake your death. I feel as though all of this—the danger, the lies—is entirely my fault.""Well, I don't know what you e
ALPHA TRISTAN"Just tidying up for a guest, Carmen," I replied, forcing a sharp, calculated smirk onto my face. I needed to look like a man who held all the cards, even as my heart hammered against my ribs like a caged beast. "Don't I look healthy and revitalized? Especially considering the bedridden, pathetic state you last saw me in." I moved with deliberate grace, taking my seat at the head of the hall as if it were a throne. "To what do I owe this... entirely unexpected visit?""Indeed, you look amazing, Tristan. It is quite the transformation," she said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that didn't reach her predatory eyes. "It’s a far cry from the shell of a man I saw a few months back, who was bedridden and teetering on the very brink of death." She smiled warmly at me, but the expression was as hollow as a winter frost.As she smiled, I allowed myself a moment to truly look at her. Despite the danger she represented, Carmen was undeniably beautiful. I found myself comparing







