FAZER LOGIN⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ The door opened at dawn, bringing in the cool morning air. A female rogue stepped into the room, holding a covered woven basket. She walked over and offered it to me. “Veyr wants you to have this,” she said. “Thank you,” I replied, taking the basket from her hands. When I lifted the cloth lid, the mouthwatering scent of baked bread and dried meat hit my nose, making my empty stomach growl loudly. I noticed she hadn't closed the door behind her on her way out. The exit was clear. He was truly keeping his promise and granting me my freedom. Still, a strange flicker of unease settled in my chest. I couldn't shake the memory of the shadow standing outside my window late last night. Had I just imagined it in my exhausted state? Deciding not to dwell on it, I ate half of the food to build up my strength, carefully packing the rest away for the long journey ahead to Mason's territory. Gathering my courage, I stepped out of the room and into the ope
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I spent the next few hours treating the injured rogue wolves. It was obvious they had just suffered a catastrophic defeat in a brutal war. They had lost nearly half their men, and the survivors were left bleeding, burned, and severely battered. One young warrior was brought to me with a deep gash across his abdomen. Blood soaked through the makeshift bandage pressed against his wound, and his face had gone frighteningly pale. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don't let me die." "You won't," I assured him, even though I couldn't promise that. I pressed a clean cloth against the wound and began working quickly. The smell of blood and burned flesh filled the cramped clinic, making my stomach churn. As I examined the injury, I noticed something unsettling. The edges of the wound were badly torn, as though it had been caused by claws rather than a blade. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of battle had left these wolves in such a
⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ I had searched every inch of the surrounding territories, but there was still no trace of her. Yet I refused to stop. I would tear the realm apart until I found Alexia. I didn't care what it cost me. I only needed to know she was alive. The thought that she could be lying somewhere wounded—or worse, dead—sent a fresh wave of fury through me. She was out there somewhere, and my wolf was clawing at my chest, howling for us to track her scent and bring our mate home. To clear the suffocating darkness and rage consuming my mind, I decided to pay a visit to those two wretched vermin in the dungeons. Drake and Lena had been my prisoners, rotting in the damp darkness, and I wasn't letting them draw a peaceful breath until Alexia was back in my arms. I swept down the stairs into the subterranean prison. The iron door groaned open, revealing the couple suspended from the ceiling by heavy, silver-infused chains, their wrists raw and bloody. Their clothes
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅I woke to a blinding throb of pain pulsing inside my skull. My vision swam as I tried to move, but every muscle in my body protested, stiff and bruised.I was lying flat on hard ground.The air was thick and stale, carrying the sickening stench of copper, damp earth, and rot.Instinctively, my fingers moved over my body, checking for broken bones or serious injuries. My ribs ached, my shoulders were badly bruised, and a sharp pulse in my skull told me I'd taken a nasty blow to the head.I blinked several times, testing my vision.No double vision. My pupils reacted normally to the dim light.At least I hadn't suffered a severe concussion.Even through the pain, the clinical part of my mind catalogued my injuries while panic clawed at my chest. Where... where am I? Fragmented memories of last night rushed back. Injuring my arm. Escaping the dungeon. Crawling through the tunnel. The dark forest. The guttural howls. The feral wolves pinning me into th
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ After Kaia slipped out of the cell, leaving behind the iron key and cloak, I sat in the darkness, my pulse racing. One thought consumed my mind: I had to run. I had to save myself and the tiny, fragile life growing inside me. I forced myself to wait until the deep silence of midnight settled over the pack house. Standing up on weakened legs, I accidentally dragged my forearm against a sharp nail protruding from the wall. Pain shot up my arm as the metal sliced deep into my skin. Crimson blood trickled down my wrist, dripping onto the floor, but I couldn't afford to waste time tending to it. I tore a strip from my dress, quickly wrapped it around my bleeding forearm, and pushed forward Taking the iron key with an unsteady hand, I slid it into the heavy lock. It turned with a quiet, muffled click. I pushed the door open, stepping over the dark droplets of my own blood. Staying low in the shadows, I moved silently past the sleeping dungeon guard.
⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON'S POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ I had spent my life searching for my true mate, though there were times when I doubted I would ever be granted one. I wondered if I would ever get the chance to hold her, but the desperate need for a soulmate burned like an endless fire in my chest. My late father never believed in the sacred bond of fated mates. He cruelly rejected his own true mate—my mother—leaving her to wither in heart-wrenching agony while he married the daughter of his father's Beta. He reduced my mother to a secret mistress, hiding her away in shame, until his Luna proved unable to bear him a child. He ripped me from her arms the moment I was born and raised me strictly as his blood heir. He cared for nothing except his status as the Alpha King and his desire to rule over the largest, most powerful, and wealthiest pack in the realm. Under his ruthless rule, our pack remained the most powerful and wealthiest in the realm, but the palace was a fortress built on blood an







