LOGINAlaina
"I don’t even understand what’s going on anymore!" They’d dragged me into the council chamber like a criminal, voices crashing over each other in a frenzy, until the Alpha's sharp, commanding stare silenced the chaos. I stood frozen. My heart pounded as I shook my head slowly. "I–I didn’t..." "I can feel the questions in your eyes," Cole Thornton cut in, his voice flat and cold. I looked around, trying to catch my breath, but it was like the air had been sucked from the room. "What is this?" I asked, eyes darting across the sea of faces. "What exactly is happening here?" "Did Luna commit some unforgivable sin after last night’s events?" Recce and Nicolas stood behind Cole, their silence more cutting than any words. They didn’t look at me. Not even once. I’d counted on them as my allies, my friends, but they stared straight ahead, pretending I wasn’t even there. "Alaina is responsible for Freya’s miscarriage," Cole announced, his voice slicing through the stunned silence. Whispers ignited like wildfire. "Her actions," he continued, "are nothing short of disgraceful. She’s committed the gravest offense against the Moonridge Pack." "You don’t get to accuse me without proof!" I snapped, rising to my feet, voice quivering but firm. "I would never hurt Freya, she was my best friend! Even after everything she’s done to me." He gave a bitter laugh. "Everyone knows you can’t bear children, and it eats you alive. You're jealous that I'm trying to secure our legacy with someone who can. I need a Luna who strengthens this pack, not weakens it," he said, his face hardening, eyes gleaming with a red fury. Gasps rose from the crowd. All eyes turned on me, accusatory, judgmental, void of compassion. I clenched my jaw, forcing back the tears that burned in my eyes. My wolf, Edith, whimpered inside me, her pain echoing my own. But I wouldn’t let them break me. Not like this. "Say whatever you want about me," I said, voice trembling. "But don’t twist this into something it’s not. I could never harm someone I once loved like a sister, no matter how much she’s wronged me." "You’ll never convince them otherwise," Cole growled, stepping closer, venom in his eyes. "You’re a jealous, barren Luna. And now, everyone sees it." I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened, but no words came. Then... Freya walked in. My heart nearly leapt from my chest. "Freya!" I called, desperate. "You know this isn’t true. You know I didn’t do this!" "Stop!" she snapped, tears streaking her face. "I’m tired of your pity act, Alaina. I didn’t ask for this! It’s not my fault I can give Cole what you never could." I stumbled back, her words hitting like a slap. "How could you do this to me?" she cried, her hand hovering protectively over her stomach. "I lost something so precious..." "No," I breathed, shaking my head. "I didn’t" "You did," she said flatly, her eyes cold despite the tears. The murmurs around us grew louder. "I can’t believe Luna would go that far. Just because she can’t have children?" "Maybe she brought it on herself. Still... poisoning someone? That’s extreme." "I don’t believe it. Alaina’s always been kind. This doesn’t make sense." Their words twisted around me like thorns. My chest tightened, my hands shook. I turned to Cole, staring him down. "What now? Are you going to punish me for something I didn’t do? For what, your pride?" He stepped forward, grabbing my face roughly. "I’ll make you pay for robbing me of my future," he hissed. "How pathetic can you be?" "Alpha!" Recce rushed over, pulling him away. But the damage was done. My eyes burned, and I stood there, humiliated, trembling as the crowd watched in stunned silence. Freya sobbed beside him. "She’s crying after betraying her closest friend. Unbelievable." "I still think Alaina’s innocent." "I know someone who saw what happened!" Freya shouted suddenly, drawing attention. "Someone who saw her give me that tea. After I drank it... the pain started, and I lost my baby." Cole stepped beside her and gently took her hand. I flinched. That gesture, so small ripped something open inside me. "I know what I saw," Freya continued, voice breaking. "I just... I can’t believe she did this..." A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You’re a performer, Freya. Always have been. But this? This is a new low." "Then let the witness speak," Cole demanded. "I already did," she whispered, stepping aside. And then I saw her. Grace. No. Not her. My pulse spiked so hard it hurt. I blinked, hoping it was a hallucination. It had to be. "Grace?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "What are you doing?" She didn’t smile. Didn’t blink. Just stood there, eyes wide with guilt. "Alaina told me to drug Freya’s tea," she said, voice shaking. "I didn’t want to. But she was the only one who treated me with any dignity here, and... she threatened me." She pointed at me like I was nothing. The breath rushed from my lungs. I stared at her, numb, the tears coming fast and hot. How could you? I begged silently. But her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. "I can’t believe this," I whispered. And just like that, everything shattered.Alaina POVGrace sat at a corner table like she belonged there, one leg tucked under her, sunglasses hiding half her face. She wore baggy pants and an oversized white tee as if trying to disappear into the crowd. Every small detail amplified the betrayal: the way she hugged herself, the practiced casualness of a woman who hoped no one would look too closely. I inhaled and let my pulse settle. I had rehearsed this confrontation in my head until the edges were sharp enough to cut; now I had to make sure I did not lose my balance.I slid into the chair opposite her, folding my hands on the table so my fingers would not tremble. Up close the disguise mattered less. The shades did not hide the set of her jaw. The hat could not mask the guilt that showed in the little tremor at the corner of her mouth. She glanced up, and when she spoke my name the sound struck like an accusation."Alaina?" she asked, too light, as if calling my name might make everything easy a
Alaina POVLucious’s voice cut through the whirl of thoughts in my head. “Okay, I contacted the courier who delivered that letter you got, the one supposedly from Grace,” he said without looking up from his laptop. I leaned over his shoulder, watching the screen as if the answers might jump out and grab me.He tapped a few keys, then held up his phone so I could see the messages. “She is still with the Moonridge Pack,” he said, low and steady. “It was bait.”“You can’t trace her—” I started, heat rising. I would have stopped him if I could, but Lucious kept talking.“You are lucky I thought of this fast.” He cut me off gently but firmly. “I traced the delivery man’s number. He was handling the letters Grace sent from this area. He was trying to send another one to you. She’s active.”He turned the phone so the message thread lit up my face. The proof glowed in little bubbles. My pulse stuttered. “Where is she now?” I asked.“Sunn
Alaina’s POV“Yesterday, you promised.” Gareth’s voice cut through the small swirl of my anxiety like sunlight through fog, and for a moment I was off balance. The offer of a drink had been harmless enough, but I had let obligations and secrets pull me away. I opened my mouth to apologize and found the words lodged in my throat. Gareth only smiled, as if he had read me perfectly.“No need to explain,” he said with that easy, knowing grin that calmed something in my chest. “I know you have a lot on your plate.”Relief warmed my face and I returned the smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” I meant it. In a world of guarded expressions and hidden motives, his steady manner felt like something I could lean on, even if only briefly.He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “So what’s been keeping you busy lately? Work? Training?”I hesitated, then offered a careful half-truth. “I’ve been overseeing new recruits. Trying out some new comba
Freya’s POVReece’s expression twisted in disbelief, his lips parting slightly. “Wow, I didn’t expect this from you, Freya—”“You have no right to speak about me,” I cut in sharply, fixing him with a glare that made him flinch.He only shrugged, feigning indifference. Cole, however, said nothing. His silence was worse than anger. His eyes, once filled with warmth, were now cold and distant, as if I were just another problem he needed to solve.I turned toward him, frustration bubbling up like acid. “Are you seriously not going to say anything? You’re just going to stand there while the whole world drags my name through the dirt?” My voice cracked at the end, more vulnerable than I wanted it to be.I began pacing the room, words spilling out faster than I could contain them. “Do you even realize what people are saying about me? About us? I can’t take this anymore, Cole! You know what I’m capable of if this isn’t resolved!”“Enough
Freya’s POVCole has barely spoken to me for weeks. Ever since that awful incident tore a crack between us, silence has been our only language. The guilt gnaws at me like a wound that refuses to heal, and the knowledge that I’m the one who caused this rift makes it even harder to bridge. Every time I try to reach out, he pulls further away, and the distance between us grows colder, heavier, unbearable.It’s never easy to bring someone like Alaina Meyers down. Her name alone carries weight. Her reputation shines like armor, and tearing it apart feels impossible. Yet somehow, Cole seems to have found a way, or at least he’s trying to. He hides the details from me, shrouding everything in mystery. I only catch fragments of his plans, whispered pieces that make my stomach twist.And even then, he won’t talk to me. Not really. Not since everything fell apart.I keep replaying the things I could have done differently, all the words I could have said. Every time I try to speak to him, his co
Adrian’s POVI could see every flicker of emotion that crossed Alaina’s face when I spoke the truth. She tried to keep her distance, to stay composed, but her eyes betrayed her. They lingered on me just a little too long. There was still something there, something neither of us wanted to admit out loud. I could feel the ache in her, echoing the one buried deep inside my chest.“She was angry with me all along,” she whispered, her voice heavy with pain. Her shoulders slumped as if the words themselves weighed her down.My chest tightened. I wanted nothing more than to take that pain away. “You don’t have to carry that,” I said softly, reaching for her hand resting on the desk. “She doesn’t matter, not really. She’s just noise. And we have what we need to shut her down for good. We’re stronger than anything she can throw at us.”Her hand didn’t pull away. She looked at me, and in her gaze, I saw something close to peace. Maybe even trust.I







