LORRAINE'S POVI laid on my bed, my real bed, back in the village. As I laid there, I thought of everything that had happened. A lot had happened since the ordeal with the witch. Luckily, we were able to go back home. The witch promised to never bother us again. She even apologized. I understood where she was coming from. She was just looking for her son. Any mother would do the same thing. After she ensured that Becca was killed, she took her son and vanished. The room was quiet, to the point where I could hear the sound of my own breathing. When we got back, we heard that Rose was in the hospital. I visited Rose yesterday. She told me that Becca came to see her. That wasn't even the bad part. She also told me that Becca hit her repeatedly. Due to how sick she was, her wolf wasn't able to heal her properly. That's why she had to go to the hospital. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out my thoughts. The memories of everything that happened haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes, I
LORRAINE'S POV It had been over a week since the events occurred. I did my best to move on with my life. I even applied for a new job which I got. I couldn't stay in my house, letting myself get more and more depressed. I needed to be able to provide for my boys. The minutes stretched into hours and the hours stretched into more days. As the days went by, I felt empty. And it just wasn't because of the events that happened. I felt a throbbing ache in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. Day by day, the emptiness inside me seemed to grow deeper. It was a hollow ache. I felt a lonely sensation that refused to go away. My wolf became restless. She yearned for her mate. Every single time I told her to shut the hell up. Our mate rejected us. I had no idea why she was still pining for him. The bond is supposed to be broken due to the rejection. Surprisingly, I could still feel a connection that I couldn't explain. What the hell was wrong with me? It had been four years since I
LORRAINE'S POVI frowned at him "What the hell are you doing?" I never expected to see Neil standing outside my door, especially not holding gifts. Was this some kind of joke? His smile faltered a little.."Lorraine," he began, "I... I heard it was your birthday. I thought I'd bring you these. I'm sorry for coming late. I knew you would be at work so I thought I'd come by in the evening when you'd be back."Today was my birthday? I thought of the date in my head. He was right. It really was today. Ever since Kylian banished me from the pack, I pushed my birthday to the back of my mind. I never wanted to celebrate it again. My birthday was the beginning of everything that went wrong in my life. I hadn't celebrated it in four years. Neil handed me a lovely gift bag and a bouquet of flowers. I took them from him. My mind raced with so many thoughts. How did he know? I hadn't mentioned it to anyone, not even to other people in the pack. I didn't even remember it in the first place. I
LORRAINE'S POVThe man pointed at me, implying that I was the one who did it. Implying is an understatement. The man was practically accusing me at this point. I stared at him in shock. I couldn't believe it. Was this a joke? I had never stolen a thing in my entire life. His words weren't true at all. I served him yesterday like any other regular customer but that was it. After I gave him his food, I left him and went to the next customer. I didn't take anything from him. He stared at me with annoyance in his eyes. Everyone here knew who this man was. He was a regular customer. He ate at our restaurant almost every day since I started working here. What made him think I stole his money? "You!" he sneered at me "You stole from me!" I was dumbfounded, to say the least. My mind couldn't even understand what was happening. How could he accuse me of stealing? He must be mistaken. "I think there's a misunderstanding, sir" I managed to say. He walked closer to me "A misunderstanding? A
LORRAINE'S POVThe night was filled with so many fun moments. We played drinking games at the bar. I didn't take too many shots before I started to get Tipsy. When we were done playing games, we rushed to the dance floor to dance. I was too drunk to care about my moves. Jollie and I danced wherever the music carried us. I swayed my body to the beat, laughing almost every minute. I spun around, not caring who was behind or around me.After what felt like hours in the bar, we decided it was time to go home. The music still echoed in my ears as I stumbled out of the bar. Jollie had to link our arms together to stop me from falling. We both wobbled on our heels, giggling like teenagers. "Lorraine, you were amazing on the dance floor tonight!" Jollie slurred. I could tell she was drunk too. I laughed "You weren't so bad yourself. We really tore up that dance floor!"The rest of our colleagues trailed behind us. Everyone was in high spirits. We were all either Tipsy or really drunk. There
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVAs soon as I heard Yaz say that, I rushed to the palace library. That was the place I last saw her not too long ago. I guessed that was the place she tried to commit suicide. As I walked there, so many questions filled my mind. Why did she do this? What was wrong with her? Was it because of the virus? I didn't understand what was going on. The little girl was strange. She refused to talk to anyone so it was impossible for anybody to know what was going on in her head..When I got to the library, I caught sight of a small crowd. Some of the guards had gathered round to see what was happening. I saw a nurse place Isabella on a stretcher. Her eyes were closed and she was bleeding in her stomach area. They quickly administered some first aid actions before carrying her out of the library. I looked at her in disbelief. Yaz walked over to me. "Kylian," he said "It's bad. She stabbed herself.""Who found her?" "One of the guards. He heard her scream. When he came in, h
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVWhen the coffin was brought up, we searched for any clues of Emma. Even though it was empty, I was certain that we would see something that could lead us to her. Inside, I saw a tooth - just one piece. I looked at it. It looked old. It didn't look like it belonged to the young girl in that picture. Emma seemed too young to have this kind of tooth. This tooth looked weathered and decayed... Like it belonged to an old werewolf. Could this have belonged to her? Or was this for someone else? The more we dived into this case, the more confusing it became. Everything about this situation was confusing - the virus, Isabella's nature, the fact that Emma might not really be dead. It was all overwhelming and my head was starting to spin. I never once envisaged that the virus that threatened to destroy my pack would somehow be linked to the fake murder of a little girl. How was that even possible? Why did Emma fake her death? Had someone kidnapped her? I had so many question
ALPHA KYLIAN'S POVI looked at the mansion in surprise. The drawing of the tooth matched the tooth we found perfectly. What could this mean? "That's weird" Yaz muttered. "Tell me about it" I looked at the tooth in my hand and back at the drawing on the mansion, just to make sure I was seeing the right thing. They looked like a perfect match. The mansion was obviously a sign. We had to go inside. Maybe we could find someone who could help us inside. "Let's move" I said. "What if they attack us?" Wes questioned. "Then we fight""Are you crazy?" Yaz shrieked "Do you want to start a war with the rogues?" "We'll find a way to settle amicably. We'll tell them that we're not here for war. They might listen to us" "Since when have the rogues ever listened?" "Are you coming with me or not? We don't have time to stay out here arguing. Let's go. That's an order" We walked towards the mansion. The mansion was huge, surrounded by tall gates. Surprisingly, the gates were opened so we walk
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 anticipatedโKylian hated me. He didnโt 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 meโit was unsettling. No. This couldnโt 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 wouldnโt even need proof. Heโd 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 hadnโt been easyโtrust 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 Yazโs reign gradually faded. I hadnโt 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 didnโt believe him until he publicly denounced his desire to lead and declared he would step down.It wasnโt until the moment he stepped off the stage that I realized how deep their wounds ran. Stones, shoes, foodโeverything imaginableโwas hurled at him. The shouts and curses came fast.โYou beast! You killed my daughter!โโI have nightmares because of you!โThe 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 couldโve killed him, and no one wouldโve batted an eye.What about Cole? And his formidable soldiers?Coleโs weakness was simpleโhis mother. I could use that, easy.As for Kylianโs soldiers...I clenched my teeth at the memory of how stubborn they were. After we returned to my pack, Iโd 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. โWe only answer to Kylian,โ 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 skipโhe looked...stronger. How? Iโd locked him in that cell, barely feeding him enough to
KYLIAN'S POV โIโve got your back, man. Do as he says,โ 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. Iโd heard stories of Yazโs cruelty, his ruthlessness, but seeing it nowโthe hard lines on his face, the smug twist of his lipsโwas 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 couldnโt protect them. Not yet.I glanced at Rose. Her chest r
LORRAINE'S POV "No!" Aiden's screamed "I wonโt 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 wasnโt 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 theyโd shoot. My boyโthey 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 โAre you sure we can trust this man? How do we know heโs not tied to Yaz somehow?โ Coleโs voice was thick with WORRY. I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road. โFor the last time, Cole, the guyโs 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 thatโs it. Heโs a mercenary, not one of Yazโs lackeys.โCole grunted, โI just donโt want us walking into a trap. Yaz has become a monsterโhe controls everyone through fear. One wrong move, and these mercenaries could turn on us in the middle of a fight.โโI get it, I do. But trust me, brother. This guy is solid. He doesnโt care about Yaz or anyone else. All he wants is his gold.โ 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, Iโd been working every contact I had to f
WES' POVI thought the goddess was punishing me. That was the only explanation for what my life had become.After days of endless torment, I'd stopped trying to survive. The pain was relentless, pulling at me until I was nothing more than a shell. Cole had promised to take care of Lorraine, and I believed him. He always kept his word, even when he acted like he didnโt care. There was nothing left for me to fight for. I wasnโt livingโI was simply enduring, and each day brought new horrors.When Cole left, my world spiraled into endless agony. They introduced me to tortures I hadnโt known existed, using my body as a test subject for their newest, most sadistic weapons. I prayed for death, begged the goddess to take me, but she never did. I could still hear the sharp crack of the whip, the searing hiss as fire scorched my skin. My body was nothing but pain, a ragged thing barely holding on.My voice had long since given out. My screams echoed in the dark until they became part of the sil
KYLIAN'S POVI pulled my eyes from Lorraine, though the connection lingered in the air between us, as Oscarโs voice filled the space."Rose and I," he began, his voice shaky but firm, "weโre both related to Kylian."The room fell silent as both Rose and Oscar's gazes landed on me. The weight of their attention was palpable. I blinked, my mind racing, trying to piece together the puzzle they were laying before me. How could this be? I didnโt know Rose, not at all. Oscar had worked for me since I was a kid, yet nothing in our relationship hinted at anything beyond employee and employer. I knew how close he was to my father. That was all. But I didnโt say any of this aloud. No one did. We all waited. The tension was thick as Oscar took a breath, pressing his bruised hands to his chest.โI am your grandfather,โ he said, his voice breaking slightly, โand Rose here is your mother.โI should have laughed. If I hadnโt already regained my memory, I might have believed them. But I had. I knew
LORRAINE'S POV Rose had finally convinced me to let one of the nurses take Aiden to the childrenโs section. Though my heart ached to leave him, I knew he would be safe, surrounded by others his age. I watched him settle in. His cute face looked back at me with a smile before I turned away.Once we were sure Aiden was in good hands, I rushed after Rose, following her down the corridors to Oscar's ward. My heartbeat quickened with every step. I could feel an unshakable sense of dread building within me. When we burst into his room, the sight that greeted us left me frozen.Oscar lay battered, bruised, and broken. The bandage wrapped around his head, the casts on both legs, and the sheer number of cuts scattered across his bodyโhe looked like a man barely holding on.โOh Goddess,โ I gasped, my hand flying to cover my mouth. The world tilted slightly as I absorbed the state he was in. Yet somehow, through all that pain, he managed a weak smile.โHow did this happen?โ My voice was barely