FAZER LOGINKAEL'S POV*************Present. The first thing my eyes settled on when I opened them was a woman.She stood over me, her grey eyes fixed on my face. There was something hidden beneath their surface, an emotion I couldn't quite identify.The sunlight streaming through the window was painfully bright, forcing me to squint. I blinked several times before attempting to look at her again. When I finally managed to open my eyes, she hadn't moved. She was still standing there, watching me.“You are awake.”She let out a small sigh, her lips pursed in what almost looked like a pout.“How long have I—”“Two weeks.”Her response was curt.Her index finger had been tracing absentmindedly across my chest, but the moment she seemed to notice what she was doing, she withdrew her hand.“You have been lying in this bed for two weeks,” she continued, folding her hands in front of her. “And every time you wake up, you ask the same question.”I fell silent.The sharp scent of herbal medicine filled m
KAEL’S POV.Silverstone pack *************10 years ago.“You speak so poorly of your own mother?”Her voice caught me just as my fingers brushed the cold iron door handle, dragging me back into the suffocating weight of the room. I let out a long, weary sigh, not even bothering to turn around.“I speak the truth, regardless of who it concerns.”Gripping the handle, I shoved the glass door open, ready to cross the threshold and leave.That was when I felt it…an unyielding hand clamped down on my shoulder from behind, spinning me around with brutal force.I stumbled, my gaze rising to meet the darkest, most calculating pair of eyes I had ever encountered. It was Aunt Nindana. She had moved with a silent, predatory grace I hadn't anticipated, closing the distance between us before I could take my leave. Now, her fingers were locked tightly around my wrist, and she pulled her face down until her eyes locked level with mine."What if I told you," she whispered, her voice dropping to a d
KAEL Silverstone pack ( Ten Years Ago) Champagne crystals chimed against one another. The sharp clink of glasses swallowed the applause as another toast echoed through the grand hall, this one dedicated to my elder brother, Zaden. His eighteenth birthday had become the event everyone wanted to attend. My father had made certain of it. From the upper gallery, I rested both hands on the cold marble railing and watched the celebration unfold below. Servants weaved through the sea of nobles with silver trays balanced on their palms. Laughter drifted toward the ceiling. Music filled every forgotten corner of the mansion. And in the middle of it all… There was Zaden. He barely had to move before another young lady found an excuse to stand beside him. Like a magnet, he exuded the ability to attract admiring glances, most of which I could tell was forced. The room itself was bent around his presence. Only days ago, he had awakened his wolf. That single moment had g
LEINNA'S POV It was cold tonight, quiet maybe. I could hear the crickets chirping from every direction and the endless croaking of frogs from a nearby pond. The woods were alive. Too alive. Yet none of it reached me. My thoughts were louder, drowning every other sound in the background. I wandered without purpose, my bare feet sinking into the damp earth. Mud squeezed between my toes, and I wiggled them with a quiet sigh. At least they weren't trapped inside those stiff leather boots. If there was one blessing in this miserable camp, it was that. Alaric's meeting was still dragging on behind me. I had excused myself with the oldest lie known to mankind. "Nature calls." Technically, it wasn't a lie; nature had called. Just not the kind they assumed. What had truly driven me out was the endless schemes. After an hour of listening, I fear that even the frogs outside sounded more civilized. By the time I reached my hut, I didn't hesitate. I shoved the creaky wooden door open and
ALARIC'S POV VENNAS The fire crackled between us, spitting hot sparks into the freezing night air. Past the firelight, the dark forest stood frozen, tall trees bending in the heavy wind while an owl hooted out in the black distance. I let the quiet drag on until the air grew tense, then slowly raised my eyes to look at the men sitting around the flames. “The Beta stays." That was as far as Zigi got. His voice was raspy, worn thin by the endless friction of command and the stubborn resistance of the men around him. He raised a hand, palm-up, as if he could physically press the objections back down into the dirt. However, it seemed Rohan wasn’t having it. Before Zigi could pull his hand back, Rohan’s elbow slammed into his ribs with a sickening, hollow thud. The blow carried the force of a coiled spring released all at once, brutal, sudden, and entirely devoid of the cautious hesitation that governed formal duels. Zigi stumbled sideways, air rushing from his lungs in a sharp, st
Zaden's Pov. I should have known she would outdo herself eventually. She had the spirit of a fighter but the prowess of a limping wolf. I could kill you here and now and have your body buried in the woods, and it would take nothing out of me. "Then do it," she challenged, her lips quivering. Her face was now as red as a tomato, and the spark in those crystal blue eyes had died, leaving only a dark gloom. "No one would come for me, not even my father. So I am telling you right here and now, Zaden, kill me." Her voice didn't shake, despite my threats. It infuriated me…this desperate, ugly bravery. She stood before me like a broken glass pretending to be whole, daring me to shatter what little was left of her. I looked at the rise and fall of her chest; the raw, furious look of defeat I was awaiting refused to surface. A limping wolf, yes. But one that still bared its teeth at the jaws of its predator. “Let her beg,” a dark part of me whispered. Instead, I stepped closer, clos
IRIS POV Moonstone pack I leaned closer to the mirror, tilting my head just enough for my cleavage to make an appearance. My green eyes swept over my reflection with practiced precision. Skin? Flawless. Lips? Perfectly shaped. Not a single wrinkle dared show itself. As expected. Satisfied,
Silverstone pack Zaden's Pov I arched a brow, my head tilting ever so slightly to the side, as though the motion might steady the unrest stirring beneath my composure. It didn’t “You haven’t said a word,” he noted. “There is nothing to say, Father.” The response came without hesitation. My
Enisa's POVI stood quivering under the weight of the shopping bags. My face, struggling to get out of the suffocating smell of new clothes. Watching with relish as Iris glided along the rows of fabric, gathering dresses as though drawn by an unspoken purpose, I sighed tiredly, my feet aching from
ENISA POVMoonstone packMy life has become quite an irony from what I expected.I never imagined I would be reduced to an ordinary omega servant within the very walls I once called my own. It happened swiftly, so swiftly I barely understood.And before I could grasp the truth, it had already becom







