Lincoln's POVWe’re standing in a loose group, still chatting, when I see Zahra returning with Oscar by her side. She looks composed, but there’s an edge of annoyance in her expression. My pulse picks up slightly at the prospect of meeting her.Then my idiot brother steps directly in her path.The atmosphere shifts immediately. The Blood Moon and Silver Dawn wolves tense, their body language protective and sharp. It’s startling how unified their reactions are, as if Zahra is the centre of their collective world. While it makes sense for her own pack and her brother to act this way, the intensity from Silver Dawn is… unexpected.Logan, of course, is oblivious. He’s turned up the charm, which for him means sleaze in spades. “Hey there, beautiful, I’m Logan Grey,” he says, his voice oozing false confidence.
Lincoln's POVIn the morning, we share a communal breakfast in the main dining room before heading out to the training field for the first session. The Crown Prince and part of his team are already there, along with the Royal Delta, Prince Felix, and the two Elite trainers. The group feels oddly assembled for the first day of camp, but I suppose when the Royals are involved, nothing is typical.The trainers are introduced as Eduardo and Blake. Both are absolute mountains of muscle, exuding authority and raw power. Their presence alone is enough to keep most of the group in line. They go over the ground rules we all know by now, and then Blake explains today’s schedule: a long-distance run this morning, followed by sparring matches after lunch. Straightforward enough.As Blake is speaking, a trio approaches from the cabins. I immediately recognize Nicholas, the Royal Beta. He&rsqu
Lincoln's POVSam and I finally arrive at Alpha Camp. It’s been a whirlwind few weeks, trying to secure his place here. I don’t want him challenging Dom yet, which meant writing directly to the King to make it happen. I’m not even sure if Dad knows he’s coming with me. That’ll be a fun conversation later.Logan and the others are driving separately, Dom at the wheel of his truck with the rest of them piled in. Honestly, that suits me just fine.“I didn’t think I’d ever come back here,” Sam says as we pull through the gates of the Royal Pack.“Will your cousin be here?” I ask.“No, Jason took over in the spring. None of them will be here now.”I nod, understanding. The Alpha King’s training camps are exclus
Zahra's POVAs I bounce on the spot, trying to burn off restless energy, my mind is spinning. My body is brimming with unused adrenaline after the disappointing fights, and my anxiety nags at me with a persistent question—are the guys only hanging out with me because they see me as a baby?‘Calm down, Z. You’re spiralling. Don’t let those stupid girls get into your head. Nothing they said was true.’Zanthe’s voice is steady, and I know she’s right. But still… fourteen years of insecurities don’t vanish overnight. I can’t shake the suspicion that Nicholas has asked them to keep an eye on me. I take a deep breath, my eyes lingering on the lake. Its shimmering surface should be soothing, but it does little to calm the storm brewing inside me.Suddenly, a voice cuts throu
Zahra's POVOne by one, everyone writes their name and drops it into the bowl. The tension is palpable as we wait for the next set of instructions. Baxter explains that since there are five referees, five sparring rings will run simultaneously. He begins pulling names from the bowl, announcing the first ten fighters.I’m not in the first round, but Bathroom Bimbo number 2 is. I glance at her opponent, someone I don’t recognize, and silently hope they wipe the smugness off her face.Those of us not chosen gather around the designated sparring areas. I manage to snag a great spot with a clear view of all the rings. Perfect for studying everyone’s fighting style.As I settle in, I realize I’m smack in the middle of Zach and his crew, as well as Tobias and his team. I can’t help the little smile that spreads across my face. It
Zahar's POVWe step outside and see everyone heading back toward the training field. Jasper nods at me before striding off in another direction, leaving Oscar and me to merge with the flow of wolves.I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the encounter.We find the others standing together near the edge of the training field and head to join them. As we approach, another team strides over. The guy at the front doesn’t smell like an Alpha, but he has the overconfident swagger of one. He’s not as big as Zach or the others, and his face still carries traces of puppy fat—less chiselled, more entitled. He’s closer to my age than my brother’s, but the way he walks like he owns the ground is already irritating.He stops directly in front of me, his team fanned out behind him like a pack of wannabe tough guys. Extend