ログインFreya’s POV
Reece’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!”“EnoughAlaina’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
Alaina's POVAdrian and I sat across from each other in the solar room of the pack house. The late afternoon sunlight spilled through the tall windows, bathing the space in golden warmth, but the tension between us chilled the air. He had gone so far as to prepare a drink for me, something sweet and light, but neither of us had touched it.For a while, we simply stared at one another, words hovering unspoken between us. My throat felt tight, and it took every ounce of strength just to speak.“I think... you might be right,” I said finally, my voice cracking as I exhaled sharply. “About Grace. I think you were right to say I should be careful around her.”Admitting that felt like betrayal. Grace had always been someone I trusted, someone I clung to when the world fell apart. But lately, the feeling that something wasn’t quite right had begun to creep in, and now it clung to my chest like a weight.Adrian's expression didn’t shift, but his
Alaina's POVThe alliance between the Crescent Pack and the Blackwood Pack was finally official.For the first time in a long while, the atmosphere around the territory felt… hopeful. There was no more talk of rivalry, no lingering tension or suspicion between the two groups. The people had welcomed Gareth’s leadership without resistance. Whatever doubts they once held had dissolved, replaced by unity and a shared purpose.I should’ve felt at peace—but deep inside, something kept clawing at me. A quiet voice that wouldn’t let me relax.With Gareth stepping into a leadership role, the pack had grown more secure, and for a while, safety had returned. But what most didn’t know—what none of them could guess—was that a grand ball was being planned behind the scenes. A lavish celebration meant to commemorate this historic alliance. It was to be held within our territory, under our roof. A statement of strength and elegance, resurrecting an old Blackwood







