FAZER LOGIN⋅ ⋅ ♛ 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
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ “What the hell happened between you two?!” Lena hissed, her hand wrenching my hair back so hard I felt the roots tearing right out of my scalp. A searing spike of agony shot down my spine, but her rage suddenly died into silence. She abruptly released me, taking a step back. Without another word, she stormed out of the office. I fell forward, hands cradling my head as tears of sharp pain pricked my eyes. My scalp throbbed viciously, every strand of hair aching as though it had been ripped straight from my head. “Are you okay?” Kaia asked softly. She stepped toward me, her arms reaching out in concern, but before she could lay a hand on me, the doors opened, and two guards marched in. “What are you doing here?” Kaia demanded. “Luna Lena ordered us to take Alexia to the Alpha’s office immediately,” one guard barked. Before I could move, they seized my arms and yanked me to my feet. Ignoring my gasps of pain, they dragged me through the
⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ In the following days, Lena made it her personal mission to ensure my life was a living hell. It was as if she blamed me for every minor inconvenience and every wrong that happened in her life. She stripped me of my position as the lead Pack Doctor, demoting me to hard labor in the pack kitchen as punishment for my disrespect. To make the sting even sharper, Kaia was promoted to take my place. Out of fear of Lena's wrath, no one in the pack dared to extend a helping hand to me—not even Kaia, who pretended I was a stranger whenever our paths crossed. Left with no choice, I reported to the noisy, sweltering kitchen every morning. The abuse was relentless. The head cook dumped piles of greasy pots at my feet, while the kitchen staff took pleasure in shoving me aside, "accidentally" spilling steaming dishwater over my hands, and laughing behind my back. I was sitting quietly on a wooden crate during a short break, rubbing my raw knuckles, when a shad







