LOGIN[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] I almost died yesterday. The memory of the battle refused to leave me alone. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the abandoned hall. I saw the blood. The poison bombs. The wolves trying to tear me apart. Most of all, I saw Ginevra standing there, calmly plotting something monstrous against Luna d'Argento. If Lorenzo had not arrived when he did, I would be dead. The realization made my stomach twist. I had been reckless. I should never have gone there alone. But the thought of Ginevra targeting my children made my blood run cold. There was no world in which I would stand aside and let that woman hurt my family. No world. If protecting my twins meant spilling blood, then so be it. If it meant killing Ginevra myself, then I would do it without hesitation. I did not care what the Council thought. I did not care what the rest of Luna d'Argento thought. My children came first. Always. That morning, I sat alone inside my office at the manor. The une
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] I should not have been here. But I followed her anyway. My instincts and my wolf had been warning me for days that something was wrong. Not just wrong. Dangerous. And when it came to my children and the safety of Luna d'Argento, I could not afford to ignore that feeling. Ginevra was hiding something. Something far worse than what her father, Benedetto, had managed to conceal from Lorenzo and the rest of the council. I had been gathering evidence against her for weeks, collecting every suspicious movement and every secret meeting. More and more, she looked like a traitor to Luna d'Argento. Just like Enzo and Benedetto before her. Tracking them was easier than I expected. Fifteen men followed Ginevra through the western side of Luna d'Argento, toward an abandoned stone building that once served as an old council hall. The structure had been standing empty for years and was scheduled for demolition before the end of the month. I crouched behind a crumb
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] "What about telling everyone what truly happened, Chiara?" one of the council elders demanded, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Where did you take Alpha Lorenzo that left him returning to Luna d'Argento nearly dead? What are you hiding from us?" I ignored him completely. My attention remained fixed on Ginevra. I clenched my fists so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "If you value your life, Ginevra," I said coldly, "take your hands off my husband." The room fell silent. For several long seconds, Ginevra and I stared at each other like two predators waiting for the first mistake. Finally, Lorenzo shifted awkwardly and removed Ginevra's hand from his arm. The expression on her face darkened immediately. She looked offended. Humiliated. Furious that Lorenzo had chosen me over her once again. Then a slow, poisonous smile appeared on her lips. "You really think you can keep everything hidden forever, Chiara?" she asked mockingly. "You believe I d
(Chiara's Point of View) I was terrified. My entire body was shaking with fear, but I did everything I could to keep it hidden from Lorenzo. It was not the men who attacked us in the dark woods that frightened me anymore. What truly terrified me was the realization that if I had arrived even a few minutes later, I might never have seen my husband alive again. "Alpha Lorenzo!" One of the Gamma Sentinels spotted us the moment we reached the gates of Luna d'Argento. Chaos erupted almost instantly. The guards rushed forward, their expressions turning pale when they saw their Alpha barely able to remain on his feet after the battle in the forest. Questions filled the air. How did this happen? Who attacked them? Why were they in such a dangerous place? Yet nobody dared question me directly. Their priority was Lorenzo. Within moments, the healers and guards escorted him toward the infirmary while the highest ranking healers of the pack prepared to examine his wounds. Noemi arriv
[ALPHA LORENZOâS POINT OF VIEW] As much as I tried to conserve my strength, the poison in my wound kept draining me after a nonstop fight against the massive scar-faced werewolf in front of me. My body was already breaking down, but I refused to fall. âYou are not going anywhere. You will die here, Alpha of Luna dâArgento!â he snarled, circling me like a beast that had already tasted victory. Despite the deep wounds from his men, the bear-like creatures, and that silver trap that had nearly torn me apart, I still forced myself to stand. I still forced myself to fight. I had carved him badly in return. A deep gash ran across his back, another ugly mark stretched across his face that would never heal cleanly. He was limping now, his left rib shattered, his right leg barely holding him up. Yet he was still standing. Still laughing. Still refusing to die. He was not normal. No ordinary warrior would survive wounds like this. Something about him was wrong, enhanced or drugged, or som
[CHIARA'S POINT OF VIEW] Something was wrong. I could feel it. Through the bond. The moment the strange pressure returned to my chest, every nerve in my body went on alert. It wasn't normal. It wasn't fear. It wasn't anxiety. It was something deeper. Something primal. Something that belonged to the bond between mates. Earlier, Luca and Sofia had managed to distract me with their little dinner surprise. I had laughed. Smiled. Pretended everything was fine. I had given them all my attention because they deserved it after everything that had happened. But now? The awful sensation was back. And it was worse. Far worse. It felt as if invisible claws were digging into my heart. As if something was screaming inside me. Warning me. Telling me Lorenzo was in danger. "Is something wrong, Miss Chiara?" I looked up. Maddalena stood beside me near the sink. I hadn't even realized cold sweat was running down my forehead until she pointed it out. I leaned heavily against
Lorenzoâs POV They couldnât be mine. Could they? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as if the answer might suddenly appear there. The math wasnât complicatedâsix years ago, Chiara left. The twins were about five. The timeline fit too well. Too damn well. It got me thinking⌠were t
Raffaeleâs POV I kept my hand resting lightly on Sofiaâs shoulder as we walked through the corridor, ensuring she stayed close. She was a handfulâthere was no denying thatâbut there was also something captivating about her boldness and quick wit. Beside her, Luca trailed silently, his sharp gaze
Chiaraâs POV âMommy, look! I made a butterfly!â Sofia exclaimed, holding up her craft projectâa chaotic swirl of glitter, glue, and colored paper. âThatâs beautiful, sweetheart,â I said, crouching down to admire it. Luca sat nearby, tiny hands busy assembling what looked like a spaceship out of
Chiaraâs POV âI think I deserve the truth,â Lorenzo demanded, his eyes burning into me, accusing, suffocating me with the weight of secrets Iâd kept buried. I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms as I faced him. âThe twins,â he continued, voice softening but no less intense. âWho are they,







