MasukElena’s POV
I sank onto the bed, my heart pounding like it wanted to rip out of my chest. I needed to leave this place to see my babies- My triplets, they must be so worried by now. Gods, I missed them so much it physically hurt. And Adrian… he must be losing his mind right now, searching for me everywhere. The thought of him pacing the house, wondering if I was dead or alive broke me. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to think. I had never encountered a werewolf curse before, but I knew a little. From my knowledge, the mate bond could heal any sickness, lift curses, calm chaos but it required attention and care from their mate, tending to them. Being their anchor. Being tied to Dominic like some leash. No. That was never going to happen. I needed another way- a fast way. A way to fix this without letting him drag me back into that suffocating vortex. I pushed myself off the bed, my fingers curled into fists. I had to act fast. I headed to the library. The halls were quiet and the library’s heavy doors groaned as I pushed them open, I was hit by the scent of old parchment and dust but I didn't mind. I needed to search for another remedy, another option that could cure Dominic rather than nursing him. I started searching through the old dusty shelves. Every book I pulled told me the same thing: the only cure for a curse tied to a mate was for the mate to Be together. I slammed the books shut. Not an option. I wouldn’t spend my life being his nursemaid, his savior, his caretaker. I had my own life. My own children, and my fiance. I kept pacing between the shelves, my eyes scanned every title and books. There had to be another way. There had to be something, anything that didn’t involve… him. And then, tucked away in a dark corner behind a pile of tattered scrolls, I found it. A small, black leather-bound book with crimson stitching, worn with age. “The Lost Remedies of Asterfell.” My pulse jumped. This was different. I opened it carefully, the pages brittle beneath my fingers. Dust filled the air, making me cough, but I barely noticed. My eyes darted over the faded, nearly illegible ink until I found a heading that made my heart skip: “Severing Cursed Bonds Without the Mate: A Rare Tonic.” I froze. Could it be? A way to break the curse without tethering myself to Dominic? My fingers shook as I read further. The recipe was complex, almost impossible: Bloodmoon petals, Silver tears, essence of Shadowfern, and water from a moonlit spring. I had never even heard of some of these ingredients. But it didn’t matter. I had to try. I clutched the book to my chest, whispering to myself, “I’ll get this done. I’ll fix him… and then I can go back to my babies.” I quickly wrapped it up and prepared to go back to my room. It was getting late, and the faint chime of the dinner bell echoed through the halls. I sighed, brushing the dust off my dress and clutching the little book tighter. The last thing I needed was Dominic or anyone seeing me with it for now. I needed to be sure and experiment it as soon as possible, telling an Alpha a news you can't prove isn't advisable. As I turned to leave, my foot caught on the edge of the carpet, making me to tumble forward and stagger “Oh, no....” I gasped. Before I could hit the floor, a strong arm held me around my waist and pulled me closer to it or is it him? My body collided with something hard and warm like a chest. For a moment, everything stopped. The sweet scent of pine and something sweet like honey filled my senses. My breath hitched as I realized how close we were. Then I froze completely. I looked up and saw who that was, it was Alpha Dominic. One of his hands was on my waist and the other hand-oh Goddess was on my right breast. What the fuck!. "Alpha Dominic?!" I uttered with my eyes wide opened in shock, was touching my breast?Dominic’s POV. I stood at the balcony of my office, staring at my pack and people’s movements. My mind was clearly lost in thought. I have always wanted Elena, and I still do. Even when I rejected her for Clara, my mate, my love for her never stopped for a day. However, her so‑called fiancé’s scent never made me stop wondering what was going on. He scented not just as a normal werewolf but as one with lots of history. One from the ……. pack. Although, I might be wrong, since his scent was so faint an ordinary wolf couldn’t perceive it. I scoffed, wondering what had made Elena fall for him. He was good‑looking, no doubt, but there was something about him I did not like. Something that rubbed against my instincts the wrong way. I tightened my grip on the cold railing, my gaze sweeping over the pack grounds below. “What are you staring at?” a voice from behind said, breaking my thoughts. I turned to look at Elena standing behind me with sorrowful eyes. I knew Adrian had clearly p
Hailey’s countenance changed as soon as I made that statement. Her playful ease vanished and was replaced by unease, maybe even fear. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, her fingers curled tightly at her sides. “Caroline,” she said slowly, “you need to be careful with the things you say.” I raised a brow, amused. “Careful? Since when did words frighten you?” “They don’t,” she replied quickly. “Consequences do.” I scoffed, turning toward the door. “You worry too much. You need to relax, girl. Elena is far away, too far to hear that her human fiancé is a werewolf, and also that said fiancé is your fated mate.” “I know, okay, I know that. But still, you need to be careful. I don't want her finding out, at least not from us.” Hailey exhaled shakily, rubbing her palms together as if trying to wipe away her nerves. “Hailey, what are you talking about? You don't want Elena to know about this? That her fiancé rejected you for her? Are you out of your fuc
Caroline's pov.Silvermoon pack.I woke up with a throbbing headache, the sun seemed to be smiling at me, it was indeed a good day. Although, I wonder why I decide to be struck.with headache today of all days.The air in the pack finally feels different, Feels free and Peaceful after successfully convincing the Alpha to make his precious daughter, Monica leave the palace.“Finally!” I moaned out.I have never really liked Monica, she never belonged here. She belonged out there as a rogue.I pushed myself up from the bed, groaning as the headache throbbed harder.“What the fuck! Why today of all days!” I hissed in irration.I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. For years, everyone and everything has revolved her around.My parents the beta, would literally compare her with me several time, she was the ever perfect Pack's goddess, while I, was nothing more than a shadow standing beside her light.I clenched my jaw at the fami
Monica’s POVI turned twenty-three days ago.In our world, that number meant everything. By eighteen, most wolves had already scented their mates. By twenty, you were either bonded… or whispered about.I was neither.For two years now, ever since I crossed eighteen, I have waited—watched, hoped, and listened for the pull everyone said was impossible to miss. The spark, and the mate bond.…And now my father, Alpha Rowan Hale, had made a decision that would change everything.He wanted me to leave the pack.Not as an exile, not as punishment—but as preparation. As the future Alpha of Silvermoon, I could not rule from ignorance. I could not protect what I did not understand. He believed I needed to see the world beyond our borders, to understand how other packs lived, ruled, and survived.…And now my father, Alpha Rowan Hale, had made a decision that would change everything.He wanted me to leave the pack.Not as an exile, not as punishment—but as preparation. As the future Alpha of Silv
Adrian’s POV It has been a week since Elena disappeared. Despite the improving call that I got from my uncle, I refused to go look for her, hoping and believing that she wouldn’t abandon her precious children for too long. These triplets also mean everything to me. I sighed as I placed a hand on Lisa’s forehead. She has a fever. She has been feeling unwell for the past few days, crying for her mum. What do I do now? Going to the pack to look for her would put me in a very dangerous place. All my life, I have tried to hide my biggest identity. Going back to reopen old wounds isn’t something I would love to ever experience. I am so comfortable in the human world. However, the children need me more. I slowly began to pack my bags. The Drogomor pack is at the outskirts of New York City, where I stay, and I needed to get there as soon as possible. I hurriedly packed there. I slowly began to pack my bags, booked a flight, and in no time, I was already at the pack. The air felt so d
My chest tightened painfully.“What do you mean… he’s here?” I asked again, even though the answer was already settling heavily in my bones.Dominic rose to his feet, his movements calm but purposeful. “Within the territory,” he repeated. “I had him escorted to the holding wing. I’ll bring him in now.”He took a step toward the door, then paused.“But Lena, baby,” he added, turning back to me, his voice lowering, gentler this time. “I don’t want you believing everything he says. I’m not turning you against your fiancé—but you need to be watchful.”I nodded slowly, my throat tightening as the truth pressed in on me. It was hard to believe—harder than anything I’d ever faced. The man I loved, the man I planned a future with, wasn’t who I thought he was at all.I had been living with a stranger all along.Dominic studied me for a moment, as if weighing whether I was strong enough for what came next. Then he turned and opened the door.“Bring him in,” he ordered quietly to the guard outsi







