LOGINXavier's POVThe chattering dies down, and all I can hear is my wife's thumping heart. I take my eyes off the doctor and her son for a moment, and stare at my wife. Her face has lost its color, and she looks like she'll pass out any minute from now. I nudge my hand at her elbow. "Babe, are you alright?”She swallows hard, using the back of her palm to wipe the beads of sweat forming on her head. “Yes.”Returning my gaze to Kael, the poor lad looks lost and confused. Finally, he shakes his head and winces. “Mama, I can't remember.”Murmurs rise from behind me, and I hear my wife let out a loud sigh, blood gradually returning to her ashen face. "Try sweetheart, anything even if it's a scent or colour..” Dr Winter urges, her voice croaked and airy. Kael shakes his head again. “Nothing.”Dr Winter groans and throws herself down on her knees to meet her son's gaze. “Think baby.”She's trembling frantically and her breathing is ragged and short. After suffering such scary head injury, th
Dr Winter’s POV“Do you think she’ll wake up?” The door clicks shut and feets shuffle inside. “Shhh, keep your voice down.” Another voice says with a hushed breathy tone. My eyes flutter, slowly drawing me out of the darkness and into the gray world of the hospital ward. “Well, do you think she’ll wake up soon?” The first asks hurriedly. Her voice has an obvious quiver which sounds as though she’s either having a cold or is terribly anxious. From my side vision, I can see two figures standing by the door. They both have scrubs on and a nurse’s cap. “I doubt.” The other says, folding her arms as her eyes dashes across the room to where i’m laying. My breath traps in my throat and I shut my eyes, swallowed by the darkness again. “The injections were fully dosed. She’ll remain unconscious until Madame tells us what to do next.”Perspiration rolls down my head and forms a well at the crook of my neck. The air is hot and difficult to breathe, as though oxygen has been replaced with
DR. WINTER'S POVGeron’s eyes flutter slowly before shutting themselves. “G?” I press my head to his chest and I hear his shallow heartbeat. He's alive, but I'm not certain for how much longer. Someone has called the medics already, as their siren blares from a distance.The crowd hovers around me, chattering and gasping as they watch Geron and me. Their sympathy and empathetic gestures prick at my flesh like thorns. There's nothing genuine about WestMoon; even their moonlight casts a hollow darkness beneath its glow.With tears trickling down my face, I rip Geron’s shirt apart, revealing more blade cuts and ghastly scars. Placing the ripped pieces on the cold floor, I rest his head gently.My eyes linger on the blood all over my hands, the red marring my olive skin. Distorted lights blur my vision and all I see is myself six years ago. I'm lying on the forest ground, exhausted and screaming for help as I push out my son. Madam Gina hands me my baby with blood all over him. My hands a
Alpha Xavier’s POVIt’s been years since I’ve worn a tie, or anything as serious as the foreign two-piece tuxedo I have on right now.“I can't believe my eyes.” Steve bellows as he walks into my room, holding my gold cufflinks.“Did you find it?” I ask, ignoring Steve’s wide grin as he inspects me excitedly. He hands over the cufflinks and watches me keenly as I put them on with much difficulty.Sweat patches are forming on my head already, and I haven't even gone out for the dinner party yet. Who knew dressing up was a high-intensity cardio workout?“I wasn't this nervous on my wedding day.” Steve comments, stifling a laugh. “You're sweating like a kid going to his prom night.”This time around, I join Steve in laughing at myself. If I’m being honest, it’s been a while since I’ve been excited about anything.Groaning, I toss away the tie and look back at the mirror. I’m fine without a messed-up tie. I loosen a button and adjust myself in the fancy tux.“It's not your wedding, sir.” S
Jayda’s POVThe sunrise is ugly. The room smells like rotten flowers and the tea my servant handed me tastes like horse dung. “Koch!” I lash out, setting the teacup back on its tray. A short middle-aged man rushes in, hands held behind him. He flashes me a smile, exposing his two uneven front teeth. It's been over ten years of Koch serving me, and that smile never fails to bother me. “What is this?” I ask, my facial muscles quivering as I pout my lips. His yin-yang eyes lower to the hot cup of tea, and he looks at me again. “Tea, just as you like it.”A low growl escapes my lips. “Ten years and you still don't know what I like.” Koch shakes his head. “But you loved this mixture yesterday.” “That's yesterday!” I yell, my hands losing grip on the tray and the teacup falls to the floor. “Clean this up!” My blood is riling up inside me as I look out the floor to ceiling window. The training field is filled with handsome young betas challenging one another, shirtless and glowing wit
Alpha Xavier’s POVI’m no stranger to death. I become familiar with its gnashing nature quite young—in the dark cages of the packhouse dungeon where father traps outcasts found around our pack borders. Some are even kids who know nothing about the bad blood in this terrain.I see things no child should see, and I am forced to do things that haunt me to this very day.Zakar says it's not our fault, but it's my hand that’s tainted, not his. He’ll never understand what it means to never shut your eyes to sleep because of ghosts haunting you.It's been over fifteen years since I sleep without drugs that prevent dreams, and last night on the border between death and life, I become prey to the ghosts.Their voices, their footsteps, their cries loom over me like a cloud of fire. I should run, but I’m tired and willing to let it go. If death means freedom, then so be it.I stay still, my hands covering my ears and my eyes shut tight—just as I do in the cages years ago. Their voices grow loude
Xavier’s POVI’ve had awkward encounters in the past, but nothing beats this. I can't stop staring at Dr. Winter. My mind is trying to solve an inconceivable puzzle of how this lady can be so similar to my ex-wife and yet still so different. The party is coming to an end, and most people are eith
XAVIER's POV(Six Years Later)"We lost the baby."I close my eyes and take a deep breath. A weight drops on my heart, threatening to rip every fibre of muscles in my chest."Again?" Father exclaims, shooting up to his feet and rushing towards the doctor. He grabs the doctor by the collar and pushe
RAINA’s POVI don’t know how long I ran. Hours? Days? A week, maybe?There is no way for me to account for time, as all I see around me are green leaves, moss on rocks, and the peeling bark of old trees.At first, I had heard whistles and dog barks, probably from the pack’s search party. It didn’t
Dr. Winter’s POVDo you know that feeling where it seems like you're moving, but the ground is shifting under your feet? That's how I feel right now as I flounder across the dance hall, searching for Kael.The party is buzzing with life, and no one seems to pay attention to the lady who's losing he







