LOGINSARABack in the suffocating silence of my room, the walls seemed to be closing in with every breath I took. I was deeply unsettled by the latest information Rune had revealed with such casual arrogance. If Tristan was truly looking for me, the clock wasn't just ticking; it was screaming. I had to finish my task as soon as possible before the two monsters in my life collided and crushed me in the middle. Men like Tristan and Rune loved to brag, their egos fed by the power they wielded over others. Tristan had bragged that Rune wouldn't dare touch him, and now he was a laughingstock. Rune bragged of his conquest, oblivious to the fact that the woman in his arms was a viper.While I was pacing the floor, my mind racing through potential paths and escape routes, I caught a glimpse of something out of place. I found a small, jagged slip of paper tucked precariously under my jewelry box—a string of alphanumeric code that would have looked like meaningless gibberish to anyone else. But I wa
SARAEver since that night at Elena's place, the static between Rune and me had shifted into something far more resonant. We bonded in the quiet moments, the spaces between words where the trauma of my past usually festered. True to his word, he was a perfect gentleman, navigating the minefield of my triggers with a patience that was as disarming as it was intentional. He gave me the time I desperately needed to adjust, never pushing, never demanding. He seemed obsessed with a single mission: proving that Crescent Moon wasn't just a refuge, but my new home. He went out of his way to ensure I was settled, surrounding me with comforts I had long ago forgotten I deserved.He was a rare breed—an Alpha who could actually hold a conversation without steering it toward his own ego. He was genuinely interested in the mundane details of my mind, listening with an intensity that made me feel heard and seen for the first time in my entire life. When I dared to drop one of my "crazy" jokes, his l
ALPHA TRISTAN "Aren't you?" She began to tick points off on her fingers with clinical precision. "First, you arrogantly lured Rune here against the counsel of your betters. Then, you had the 'brilliant' idea to live-stream your triumph, only for every wolf with a smartphone to watch the 'Alpha Conqueror' turn you into a human punching bag. And now? Now you find out your three-year crusade was based on a lie. You’re a laughing stock on social media, Tristan. You’re spiraling into irrelevance."The truth of her words hit me like a physical blow to the solar plexus. I sank back into my chair, the weight of the last week finally crushing what remained of my pride. "It’s been... an embarrassing week. For me, and for the pack." I looked up at her, my defenses finally failing. "What do I do, Yvonne? Give me your counsel."Yvonne smiled, but it was a cold, predatory expression. "We have to get ahead of this. Before the news leaks from the lower ranks and turns into a mutiny, you must control
ALPHA TRISTANAfter Elder Yamal left, the silence of the penthouse became a physical weight, pressing against my chest until every breath felt like a chore. The clarity of my predicament was finally, horrifyingly, unavoidable. I was a monster. There was no other word for it. The realization wasn't a slow burn; it was a flash-flood of shame. My pack was angry with me, though I hadn't even found the stomach to face them yet. My council was wary. Even in my dreams, my dead fiancée, Claudia, seemed to look at me with a cold, righteous fury.How had I allowed myself to make such a monumental, catastrophic mistake? The embarrassment of my defeat at Rune’s hands—the literal ass-whooping broadcast for the world to see—had not even begun to blow over. If the news of my wrongful persecution of Sara went public, I was finished. It might have passed for "necessary ruthlessness" if she had truly been responsible for Claudia’s death. But now? I was on the verge of overtaking Alpha Rune as the regio
ALPHA TRISTANSleep was a stranger to me, a distant shore I couldn't seem to reach. Every time I dared to close my eyes, the darkness behind my lids became a canvas for my sins. I saw Sara—not the broken, trembling girl in the dungeon, but a version of her that looked at me with deep, accusatory eyes. She didn't have to utter a single word for the weight of my guilt to crush the breath from my lungs. My anxiety had become so potent, so visceral, that even in the brief moments I spent blinking, I would see her. She was always there, staring at me from her lowly, discarded state, a silent ghost haunting the periphery of my vision.When I finally forced my exhausted mind into a fitful slumber, I didn't find rest. Instead, I found myself transported to an environment that felt as though it belonged to a forgotten, medieval era. I was standing before a sprawling castle made of shimmering, solid gold. It was the most magnificent edifice I had ever laid eyes upon, glowing with a celestial li
ALPHA TRISTAN"Yvonne, I want you to begin the restoration and healing process immediately. The pack needs to see that we are strong, that we are already moving on from this... setback. If you need anything at all to expedite this, you know where to find me," I instructed, my voice carrying a hollow authority as I brought the meeting to a close.Yvonne didn't move at first. She simply stood there, glaring at me with a blank, chilling expression. She looked like she wanted to scream, like she had a thousand words of rebuke held back behind her teeth, but she remained silent. There was no need for words. The truth was a heavy weight between us: if I had heeded her advice weeks ago, Rune would never have had the chance to snatch Sara away. If she had been locked in the penthouse as Yvonne suggested, shielded by our inner-most sanctum, I wouldn't be sitting here in the wreckage of my own ego."We are dismissed," I declared, the words feeling like ash. I watched them all file out gradually
ALPHA RUNE I clutched a small scrap of blue silk—a ribbon I had taken from her at the clinic before the abduction—to my face. Mari had needed to change her into something clean after Alpha Tristan had dug his filth-laden claws into her during the full moon. He had hoped the infection would kill he
SARA "I can't stay cooped up in that room, Harlan. I feel like I'm fading out of existence. Why am I the only one in the entire pack house who is forbidden from leaving the building? Even for a simple stroll through the gardens? What I wouldn't give to feel the evening breeze on my face again," I
SARAI watched Alpha Tristan chase after Yvonne, and I knew deep in my gut that something was horribly wrong. Over the past few weeks, I’ve noticed that Tristan was always trying to find an excuse to touch me each time I tried to treat his wounds or change his bandages. Usually, Yvonne was always h
ALPHA TRISTAN The moment Sara finished mending my shattered body and walked away, the gentle, rhythmic sway of her hips did something profound to my psyche—something primal and deeply unsettling. My wolf had not stopped pacing since that very second. He was no longer the silent observer in the bac







