LORRAINE'S POV
When I stepped through the grand entrance of the palace, a sense of awe washed over me. I stepped into a place of beauty unlike anything I had ever experienced. The sight of the surroundings alone took my breath away. I had never been to the palace. Not a lot of people had the privilege to come here. You could only see the tall golden gates from the outside. I always wondered and imagined what the inside would look like. The sight before me beat every single bit of my imagination.When Wes gave me the ticket, I wasn't too enthusiastic about coming on the tour but as I gazed on the view, my mind changed instantly."Welcome to the palace" the tour guide told us. She was dressed in a pink corporate gown with heels. She had a huge smile on her face."My name is Sheila" she continued "And I will be your tour guide"There were five of us on the tour. I was the only palace local here. The rest of them came from another pack to ours on a tour. From the looks of excitement on their faces, I can tell that they felt the same way about the palace as I did. They were amazed."Let us begin" Sheila said.We followed behind her as she walked. The palace compound was huge. It was filled with lush greenery and beautiful looking flowers. I noticed a garden in the corner too. The driveway leading up to the palace was lined with rows of luxurious cars. I heard that Alpha Kylian was a luxury car collector.In the center of the compound, there was a huge fountain. The water glistened in the sunlight. The water cascaded down smoothly.Surrounding the main palace were several small houses. Each guest house had its own balcony and a small garden in front of it. The houses were painted in pink and white colors.She pointed to the small houses "These are the guest houses of the palace. Special guests of Alpha Kylian stay here when they come to visit"I brought out my phone and took videos. I thought about making a vlog to post on tiktok and YouTube so I got started on making aesthetic videos to use.Sheila led us inside the palace. The inside was just as breathtaking as the exterior."This is the living room for guests" she told us "The Alpha's main living room is on the second floor, right next to his room"The living room looked lavish . As I stepped into the room, my eyes were drawn to the grand fireplace in the corner. It looked cozy.The living room was decorated with plush white sofas which had throw pillows on top. The floor was marbled. The walls of the living room were adorned with works of art and mirrors. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling.The windows were framed by drapes. From the windows, you could see the outside view perfectly. We followed Sheila along the maze of corridors. They were all adorned with works of art at each side. I took as many photos and as many videos as I could.Sheila led us into the dining hall. In the center of the room stood a long, polished wooden table. The table was set with fine china, crystal glassware, and polished cutlery. The walls of the dining hall were lined with paintings. I guessed the Alpha was a fan of art as well. Elaborate chandeliers hung from the ceiling.Ladies dressed in maid uniforms walked towards us, holding trays in their hands. They handed glasses of wine."Thanks" I said to one of them.I sipped my wine as I looked around the dining room. We were allowed to look around for a few minutes before Sheila led us out of the hall.We followed her down the grand halls of the palace."The palace was commissioned by one of the most powerful Alphas after the war, Alpha Drew. When he won the war, he wanted to create a palace that would serve as a legacy" Sheila spoke "Skilled craftsmen and architects from far and wide were summoned to bring the king's vision to life. He designed the blueprint himself."I listened intently to the other history lessons Sheila gave. She told us a brief summary about the great War that our pack won. When we won the war, we became the most formidable pack in the continent. It was the reason other packs feared us. Ever since then, our security has been tight. I knew they taught us this stuff in school but I barely ever paid attention in history class so it felt like I was hearing this story for the first time.Soon enough, I felt the urgent need to pee. I excused myself from the group and walked towards a guard who stood by a door."Excuse me" I said "Where's the rest room?"He pointed in a straight direction "Just down that way. The second door to your left""Thanks"With the guard's directions, I made my way to the restroom. I entered one of the stalls and did my business."Well, that's a relief" I muttered.I came out and washed my hands. I dried them then faced the mirror on top the sink. Quickly, I arranged my hair and made sure my make up was alright.When I was pleased with my appearance, I opened the bathroom door to come out. To my surprise, it didn't open."What the-"I tried it again. It still didn't budge. It seemed like the door was jammed. Panic set in as I jiggled the handle."Help! Is anyone out there?" I cried "I'm trapped!"I was confused as hell. How could this have happened? I just came in and the door seemed fine."Hello" I screamed.Since nobody answered me, I resorted to hanging my fists on the door, hoping someone would hear me. After some minutes, I got tired.I sighed in frustration. Maybe I should just be patient.Someone will definitely come in here, right? Right?MOLLY'S POV. I had a perfect plan. Every step I took was meant to secure my position of power. But there was one crack I hadn't anticipated—Kylian hated me. He didn’t just dislike me; he despised me in a way that seeped into every glance, every word. He treated me worse than the maids, worse than the guards, like I was less than nothing.And now, the staff was starting to notice. They no longer gave me the respect due to a Luna. The way they looked at me—it was unsettling. No. This couldn’t go on. I needed to make Kylian like me, at the very least respect me as his Luna.Killing Lorraine had crossed my mind more times than I cared to admit. But the truth was, the second she dropped dead, suspicion would fall squarely on me. Kylian wouldn’t even need proof. He’d throw me in the dungeons without a second thought, and what good would all my plotting and power be if I was rotting away in a cell?So, I searched for another way. Something quieter. I asked around, made some discreet inquiri
KYLIAN'S POV The pack was finally restored to its natural state. It hadn’t been easy—trust was fragile, but over time, the pack members began to heal, learning to live once again in peace and harmony under my leadership. The shadows of Yaz’s reign gradually faded. I hadn’t expected Yaz to step down willingly. The day he discovered the truth, he climbed onto the stage, addressing everyone. His voice was heavy with regret as he apologized for the trauma he had caused. But his words were met with silence, and the pack didn’t believe him until he publicly denounced his desire to lead and declared he would step down.It wasn’t until the moment he stepped off the stage that I realized how deep their wounds ran. Stones, shoes, food—everything imaginable—was hurled at him. The shouts and curses came fast.“You beast! You killed my daughter!”“I have nightmares because of you!”The scene was chaotic, heart-wrenching. Yaz, once feared, now stood vulnerable, bearing the wrath of a broken pack.
YAZ'S POVIt was the day of the fight. The one Kylian, that bastard, had challenged me to.For the hundredth time, I cursed myself for not ending him when I had the chance. I could’ve killed him, and no one would’ve batted an eye.What about Cole? And his formidable soldiers?Cole’s weakness was simple—his mother. I could use that, easy.As for Kylian’s soldiers...I clenched my teeth at the memory of how stubborn they were. After we returned to my pack, I’d crammed them into three of the largest cells we had. They fit into three separate rooms, and I went to each one, offering them riches and power, attempting to sway them to my side. But they stood firm. “We only answer to Kylian,” they had said in unison.I hissed under my breath, adjusting my fighting gear. "Fools."The battlefield loomed ahead. The ground was cold beneath my feet. Kylian was already there, and the sight of him made my heart skip—he looked...stronger. How? I’d locked him in that cell, barely feeding him enough to
KYLIAN'S POV “I’ve got your back, man. Do as he says,” Cole whispered to me. I wanted to yell in his face, to scream at the injustice of it all, but I saw the truth in his words. There was no choice. Not with Yaz standing there with his cold eyes watching me like a predator about to strike. I’d heard stories of Yaz’s cruelty, his ruthlessness, but seeing it now—the hard lines on his face, the smug twist of his lips—was enough to make the hair on my neck stand up.This was once my Beta, someone who stood by my side for years. Now, I realized he wasn't who I thought he was. Yaz was my best friend, my best man, the person I trusted. He had my family in his hands. My pack. My people.My nails bit into my palms as I fought to control the rage boiling inside me. How had I let this happen? Right under my nose, that bastard had gotten his claws into everything and everyone that mattered to me. My men stood shackled, helpless. I couldn’t protect them. Not yet.I glanced at Rose. Her chest r
LORRAINE'S POV "No!" Aiden's screamed "I won’t leave you, Mommy!" He started climbing the ladder again, his small hands gripping each rung."Aiden, please," I whispered My pulse thundered in my ears. "Please, go."But Aiden wasn’t listening. His little body moved back toward me.The soldiers were closing in fast. Their boots pounded against the earth, rattling my bones. I saw Rose rush from the house in a futile attempt to stop them, but they struck her hard across the face and bound her wrists instantly. I wanted to scream, to run, to fight, but every plan I thought out didn't make sense. There was nothing I could do in this moment. Too much happened all at once. Even if I ran with Aiden, I knew they’d shoot. My boy—they would kill my boy.So I stayed. I stayed rooted to the spot, paralyzed as the soldiers finally reached us and pulled Aiden from the ladder, their rough hands gripping him too tight. Aiden cried. I struggled, my own hands clawing at their arms, trying to free him. B
KYLIAN'S POV “Are you sure we can trust this man? How do we know he’s not tied to Yaz somehow?” Cole’s voice was thick with WORRY. I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road. “For the last time, Cole, the guy’s not interested in politics or alliances. He just wants to do business. You tell him how many soldiers you need, he gives you a price, you pay, and that’s it. He’s a mercenary, not one of Yaz’s lackeys.”Cole grunted, “I just don’t want us walking into a trap. Yaz has become a monster—he controls everyone through fear. One wrong move, and these mercenaries could turn on us in the middle of a fight.”“I get it, I do. But trust me, brother. This guy is solid. He doesn’t care about Yaz or anyone else. All he wants is his gold.” I kept my voice steady, though I understood his hesitation. The stakes had never been higher, and one misstep could cost us everything.Silence settled between us as the car hummed along the road. Since Oscar's funeral, I’d been working every contact I had to f