Alyssa’s first-person POVI walk through the training yard with my thoughts louder than the clatter of swords and stomping boots around me. My head spins trying to make sense of it all.My mother… Could it really be Nora?I don’t want to believe it. Not her. Not the woman who’s done nothing but glare at me, doubt me, push me like I’m a mistake she’s desperate to erase. The goddess must have a twisted sense of humor. Why would she curse me with her?I remember the General’s voice, quiet but firm: “You mustn’t tell anyone. Not yet. Especially not Nora.”I shiver, not from cold but from fear. What if Nora finds out? What would she do to me? What has she already done?“This is bad,” I whisper to myself.I try to shake the thoughts away as I hear boots approach behind me.“Are you ready?” Cara asks, falling in step beside me.I give a small nod. “I think I am.”She smiles, wide-eyed, as she looks around at the crowds forming near the main gates. “I still can’t believe it. So many werewolve
Kira’s POV,The stone beneath my boots echoes with each step. I pace the corridor like a caged animal, fury burning in my chest.Nora was right. Everything she said—it’s happening. Slowly, yes. But surely. The web is tightening. And Cara? The perfect little thread, dangling right where I need her. The girl barely knows she’s being used.Pathetic.I hear footsteps—fast, uneven. I turn sharply.Cara.She stops in front of me, breathless, her eyes wide like she’s run all the way here.“Why are you here, Cara?” I snap. “Don’t just stand there like a frightened rabbit. Speak.”“I—” she swallows, “I don’t think your plan is working, Kira.”I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?” My voice comes out colder than I intend. But I don’t care. I’m tired of excuses.“I just saw them.” Cara sucks in a breath. “Zev and Alyssa.”My heart skips. My nails dig into my palm.“What. About. Them.”“They were—kissing,” she says. “Outside. In the open. I don’t think she was even upset when I told her about the
Alyssa’s POV“I take you as mine.”Levi stands tall, and handsome in his ceremonial robes, his golden hair catching the glow of the torches that line the hall.His words ring through the grand hall, his voice strong, unwavering. Conviction bleeding from every syllable.I feel the rip in my chest deepens.His grip on Mira’s hand is firm as he takes the sacred mating ties and wraps them around her wrist.My Levi.The man who has always whispered promises into my ear under the cover of darkness.The man who has held me as if I were his world.And yet—here he is. Binding himself to another.I should have expected this.It was forbidden from the start.I am an omega.A stray with no place in the Moonborn Pack.A nobody they took in out of pity. And Levi—Levi is the Alpha’s son. The future of this pack. Mira is the heir to the Raven Pack, her bloodline pure, her worth undeniable.This was always meant to happen.Still, it doesn’t make the pain any less unreal.I stand among the servants, my
Alyssa’s POVLevi.Finally, he's here.Here to save me.To tell me that everything happening has been nothing but a bad dream.Alpha Conan stills.His grip loosens.He moves fast, his long strides carrying him toward us, his face a mask of unreadable emotion. But his hands—his hands are clenched into fists."What are you doing?" Levi demands, his voice sharp, almost breathless.Alpha Conan exhales slowly. "You're interrupting."Levi’s jaw tightens. “She’s not—” He hesitates, his throat working as if the words won’t come.I wait.Wait for him to defend me.To tell his father to back off.To say anything.But he doesn’t.Coward.Instead, Alpha Conan smirks. “You’re married now, Levi. Your little friend and I were merely discussing her punishment.”Punishment.For daring to love his son.For existing.Alpha Conan turns back to me, his voice casual, almost amused. “You have twenty-four hours to make your decision, omega.”Then he casually walks away.As if he was not about to ravage me.I
Alyssa’s POVHe is strong, and fast. His reflexes catching me off guard.I am not in the mood for someone to make me feel weak. Not tonight.Heat flares inside me—anger, rage—like nothing I’ve ever felt before.A sudden strength surges through me, feral and untamed.Before I can think, I tear my arm from his grip, spin around, and shove him hard.He stumbles back.His expression shifts—surprise flickering through his golden eyes before something darker replaces it."How dare you touch me?" I snarl, my whole body burning.I feel... different.My blood hums with something new, something powerful.My muscles tense, my body taut, as if something deep inside me is awakening for the first time.The stranger watches me carefully."Do you even know where you are?" he asks, his tone harsher now.I look around, my chest rising and falling with quick uneven breaths.This part of the forest is unfamiliar.Unforgiving.Nothing looks the same.Panic tightens around my ribs."What pack are you from?
Alyssa’s POV"Astra… Mom," My voice shakes. "Come with me. Please."She freezes.Pain flashes in her eyes."I can’t," she says finally, her voice so low I barely hear it. "I have a debt to pay.""No." I shake my head wildly. "No, you are abandoning me, just like my parents did!"Astra lunges forward, grabbing me by the shoulders, pulling me into her arms."Never, Alyssa," she breathes into my hair. "You are the most important thing in this world."I sob into her chest."You cannot be his, Alyssa," she whispers. "You were never born to bow. You were never meant to serve anyone."My body trembles. My heart hurts.But what does she mean?Why won't she explain?Should I not sacrifice my dignity to have a little safety?In less than twenty-four hours, I have lost everything.Levi. Mira. My home. Any possibility for a future.It’s like the world is tearing me apart piece by piece, and I am powerless to stop it.But Astra is right.I can still feel Alpha Conan’s hands on me. Still hear his v
Alyssa’s POVThe moon hangs high, silver light spilling through the trees, casting shadows that dance around us. The scent of pine, damp earth, and him fills the air, wrapping around me like a memory I can’t escape. I should stop this. I should push him away, remind myself of everything he’s done. But the second Levi’s lips crash against mine, every thought vanishes. His kiss is fire—consuming, urgent, and impossible to resist. My fingers dig into his shoulders, feeling the solid strength beneath my palms. I know this body. It knows me. Every touch, every caress—it’s instinct, a rhythm we’ve always shared. He has always had this power over me, and I hate how easily I give in. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, his heat sinking into my skin. His touch is firm, knowing, like he’s reclaiming something he never truly lost. I gasp into his mouth, my body betraying me. “What are you doing, Levi?” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaky, breathless. “I miss
Alyssa’s POVThe ground is cold and unforgiving beneath me, jagged stones pressing into my back as I try to suck in a breath. Pain lances through my chest—sharp, searing. I cough, tasting blood. Alpha Conan’s eyes blaze with fury, the amber of his irises glowing with the raw power of an Alpha. “You stupid omega,” he snarls, lips curled back to reveal sharp canines. The insult rips through me, shredding what little strength I have left. “Did you think this pack’s alliance with Raven pack is a joke? That a worthless omega like you could put us all at risk?”His grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air. Panic claws at my chest as I struggle, nails scraping uselessly against the hand choking me. My vision dances, fading at the edges. I’m not even a challenge to him—just something to crush. A weak thing unworthy of the air I breathe.“Father! Let her go! You’re killing her!” Levi’s shout breaks through the fog clouding my mind. Desperation laces his voice, but Alpha Conan
Kira’s POV,The stone beneath my boots echoes with each step. I pace the corridor like a caged animal, fury burning in my chest.Nora was right. Everything she said—it’s happening. Slowly, yes. But surely. The web is tightening. And Cara? The perfect little thread, dangling right where I need her. The girl barely knows she’s being used.Pathetic.I hear footsteps—fast, uneven. I turn sharply.Cara.She stops in front of me, breathless, her eyes wide like she’s run all the way here.“Why are you here, Cara?” I snap. “Don’t just stand there like a frightened rabbit. Speak.”“I—” she swallows, “I don’t think your plan is working, Kira.”I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean?” My voice comes out colder than I intend. But I don’t care. I’m tired of excuses.“I just saw them.” Cara sucks in a breath. “Zev and Alyssa.”My heart skips. My nails dig into my palm.“What. About. Them.”“They were—kissing,” she says. “Outside. In the open. I don’t think she was even upset when I told her about the
Alyssa’s first-person POVI walk through the training yard with my thoughts louder than the clatter of swords and stomping boots around me. My head spins trying to make sense of it all.My mother… Could it really be Nora?I don’t want to believe it. Not her. Not the woman who’s done nothing but glare at me, doubt me, push me like I’m a mistake she’s desperate to erase. The goddess must have a twisted sense of humor. Why would she curse me with her?I remember the General’s voice, quiet but firm: “You mustn’t tell anyone. Not yet. Especially not Nora.”I shiver, not from cold but from fear. What if Nora finds out? What would she do to me? What has she already done?“This is bad,” I whisper to myself.I try to shake the thoughts away as I hear boots approach behind me.“Are you ready?” Cara asks, falling in step beside me.I give a small nod. “I think I am.”She smiles, wide-eyed, as she looks around at the crowds forming near the main gates. “I still can’t believe it. So many werewolve
Zev’s POVFear is a strange thing.It creeps in slow, like a fog at the edge of your vision. You don’t notice it at first—just a weight in your chest, something crawling behind your ribs. Then it wraps around your spine, and you can’t breathe quite right.That’s what I feel now.I’ve heard these stories my whole life. The ones they tell around firepits during long winter nights. Of cursed bloodlines and dark druids. Of the end of the world coming not from war—but from within.They always felt like stories.Something passed down to keep us sharp. To give meaning to all the training, the secrets, the silence.We were preparing… but none of us ever really believed it would happen.And now… it’s here.“Father,” I ask, my voice quieter than I expect. “Are you sure?”The general doesn’t flinch. His eyes are cold and clear. “Didn’t you ever wonder why Blood Clan’s grown so bold? Why they strike even inside territory lines?”He pauses, letting the silence press against us. “Every pack needs
Alyssas POV“Where are you going, Alyssa?” the general calls after me. “We haven’t even gotten to Cara.”I stop, my hand on the doorknob. My heart beats hard against my ribs. Fast, angry, and confused.“Please,” he says, quieter now. “Sit down. I promise you… Nothing you say will leave this room.”I hesitate. His voice isn’t as commanding as before. It’s different now—steady but not hard. Like he actually wants to help.I turn slowly and walk back. My steps are slower this time, like I’m wading through water I didn’t realize I’d stepped into.I sit down, the chair creaking beneath me. My spine’s stiff, but I let myself rest into the seat just a little.Zev reaches over, his hand sliding across the space between us. His fingers find mine. Gently. Like he’s asking permission.I don’t pull away.Not now.Not when my chest is full of questions and my throat tastes like smoke.I need him. Just for this.The general leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Tell me about Cara.”“I… I know what I
Alyssa’s POVThe sun hangs low, casting a golden light over the rooftops of Fenrath. I walk fast, my boots crunching over gravel as I head toward the general’s house. The wind tugs at my hair, cool against my cheeks, but it does nothing to cool the heat inside me.My thoughts are a storm. Cara. The shuck. The truth we buried. I can't ignore it anymore.“Alyssa!”I freeze at the sound of my name. Zev.I don’t turn. I quicken my pace.“Alyssa, please. Stop.”My feet stop before I even decide to. I sigh sharply, shoulders tensing.“What now?” I ask without looking back. My voice is sharp, tired, brittle.“Where are you going?” Zev walks up beside me, his brow furrowed like I’ve personally offended the air around us.“To see your father,” I reply, facing him now. “Or is that a problem?”“No,” he says slowly, his eyes narrowing as if trying to read between the lines. “But… why now?”I cross my arms. “That’s none of your concern, Zev.”His jaw tightens. And then he does it grabs my hand. No
Alyssa's POVThe air smells like dust and old sweat. The sun hangs high above the training court, beating down on my back like it wants to burn the truth into my skin. I wipe sweat from my forehead and try to focus. My hands tighten around the practice sword, but my mind… it’s far away.Someone is setting up troops to be hunted. The general’s words echo through my head. Not just killed… hunted.But who would do something like that? Someone here… in Fenrath? The thought turns my stomach."Pay attention, Alyssa!"Zev’s voice slices through the air like a whip.I blink and look up. He’s at the far end of the court, glaring at me like I’ve just betrayed him."The tournament’s not a joke," he says, walking toward me. "You could get seriously injured. Even die.""And why do you care, Zev?" I snap. My voice comes out sharp, like broken glass. I still can’t believe I agreed to this. Fighting in a tournament just to earn my right to leave. It’s insane.He stops a few feet away. His eyes burn w
Alyssas POVI’m walking back to the dorms, the cold night air biting at my cheeks and making me shiver. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the path ahead.Life in Fenrath seems fair, but I can feel how uneasy Shadow is within me, a restless energy that makes me hyper-aware of my surroundings.It’s like there’s something in the air, something I can’t quite put my finger on. A sense of unease wraps around me, and I feel as if I’m being watched, almost haunted by unseen eyes.As I step into the shadows of the trees lining the path, I suddenly feel frozen, as if the very air around me has thickened. My heart races, and I can’t move. What’s going on? Panic rises within me, and I scream, “Kira, is that you?”“No,” a deep voice replies, and I turn to see the general stepping out from the woods, his expression unreadable.“What is this?” I snarl at him, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “What do you want?”“It’s just a test, Alyssa,” the general says, h
Kiras POVNora’s face is as white as a sheet as she hands Cara a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly. “Drink this,” she says, her voice low and urgent. I can see the worry etched on her features, and it sends a chill down my spine.Cara takes the glass, her hands shaking as she brings it to her lips. She drinks it down quickly, and I watch, my heart racing. Almost immediately, her eyes widen in shock, and then she slumps forward, unconscious.“Oh, I should have known that’s what she did!” Nora exclaims, her voice rising in frustration. She runs a hand through her hair, her expression a mix of anger and fear.“Who?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but I already have a sinking feeling in my gut.“My sister, Astra… She must have followed me,” Nora says, her eyes narrowing as she glances toward the door, as if expecting Astra to burst in at any moment.“Mother, I need you to explain everything to me. Everything!” I scream, my anger boiling over. I can’t believe this is ha
Kiras POVThe sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across my room as I pace back and forth, my mind racing with thoughts of Alyssa.I feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, and the air is thick with the scent of impending conflict. It isn’t just about the wedding; it is everything. Alyssa is stronger than I ever anticipated, and the thought of her being a potential threat to my plans sends a shiver down my spine.Gwen bursts through the door, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, when is the wedding?” she asks, practically bouncing on her toes.I snap, “I don’t know, Gwen.” The words come out sharper than I intend, but I can’t help it. Zev walked out during dinner, leaving me feeling frustrated and confused.“Wait, what?” Gen asks, her brow furrowing in surprise.“You heared me, girls,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Now stop asking questions and help me figure out a way to get rid of Alyssa.” I watch as their faces brighten with smiles, and for a mome