Chapter 8Jackson’s POVOh my goddess… did I just call her my mate?There was a moment of silence, but I had to say something—anything—to hide how much I cared. I can't let her know I care too much. I said a lot of things to her… I didn’t even realize when she left.I stood outside, trying to hear what they were saying inside, but the wolf in me wouldn’t let me.“Jay Jay, please stop. Let me focus,” I muttered, trying to calm him.“She is mine, and I want her now. You keep pushing her away—it makes us sad,” he growled.“Jay Jay, we can’t, okay? We have to push her away to keep her safe.”“She’s safe with us. Please… let us hold her again. I want her close—now.”The more he talked, the more restless he became. But I was in control, not him. I decide what I want—not him.I couldn’t hear anything inside, so I gave up and went back home to relax and continue my daily work. At least she’s safe now. That’s all that matters.For days, I tried talking to Nyra, since Jay Jay wouldn’t leave
They were glowing. Letting my wolf take over must have made them glow. I began to pant, my heart pounding so hard it echoed in my ears. I wanted to hit Bethany again—harder—but before I could move, Naria grabbed my hand and rushed me toward the school toilets. Inside, I stumbled to the mirror. My eyes stared back at me, still glowing... but what scared me even more was the color. Silver. Bright, unfamiliar, almost alive. "Okay, Nyra, you have to control yourself. Take a deep breath, okay?" Naria’s voice broke through the buzzing in my head. I tried. I sucked in a shaky breath, but it didn’t help. I kept panting, my chest tightening, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Fear clawed up my throat, mixing with the burning anger I couldn't seem to swallow. "Naria... I can't," I gasped, my voice trembling. "Think of something good," she said quickly, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Like a good memory. Focus on those, Nyra." I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to find som
Nyra's Pov“Thank the Goddess you are back, my mate.”Did I hear that correctly? Did he just call me his mate… and hug me?What is happening?The Alpha who rejected me, who called me weak, is hugging me.The moment I heard the word mate from inside, something stirred deep within me. I wanted to embrace him too… but his words from that night still echo in my ears.For a second, I felt his warmth.And then, he pulled away.“Where the hell have you been? Do you know how worried your mom and brother were?”That soft tone he greeted me with? Gone.Now he was using the same harsh voice from that night.“Nyra, what were you thinking? You know Oakland is not safe. You can’t be roaming around as you like when you don’t even have the abilities to protect yourself.”He just won’t shut up.Why does he keep reminding me of that night?Why him, of all people, as my mate?I’m glad he rejected me.I can feel the wolf inside me now.When the next full moon comes, I’m going to show him exactly what he
Jackson's POVEver since my father, the Alpha, was killed in an ambush planned by outsiders, the title of Alpha was passed down to me. I was only sixteen. I had always thought I’d have more time—more time to be just the Alpha’s son before stepping into the full weight of leadership. But fate didn’t wait.My best friend Aran and I had been under strict watch since then, always surrounded by tight security. Curfews were enforced by 9 p.m., training was constant, and we were always preparing ourselves and our warriors for whatever threat might come next. Being Alpha and Beta wasn’t just about leading—it was about surviving. And survival meant being strong. We both understood that a weak leader would only bring fear and chaos. Outsiders would sense that weakness and attack.I prayed my mate would be strong. I hoped for someone who wouldn’t need protecting, someone who could stand beside me in battle, not hide behind me. I needed a Luna who could fight for our people, not someone who’d add
Lunaborn… what?I had no clue or whatsoever he was talking about. I didn’t even notice when I sat down at the dining table. The only reason I stayed—why I didn’t bolt out that door—was because of what he said next.He knew why I couldn’t meet my wolf.Why I couldn’t shift last night.Why Alpha Jackson called me weak.I didn’t care about any of that “last of her kind” or “Lunaborn princess” nonsense. None of that mattered. All I wanted—needed—was to understand why I hadn’t connected with my wolf.“According to our sources, something—or someone—in Oakland is blocking your connection,” the dark-blond guy said, the one acting like he was in charge. But now, for the first time, he looked unsure. Like he didn’t know what to say next. “It could be a spell… or a potion. Something unnatural.”“Yeah, okay, you said that before,” I snapped, cutting him off. “That’s why I’m asking—how do I fix it? How do I meet my wolf okay?”I didn’t want to hear another speech. I didn’t care about prophecies or
I have never been held captive before. Never. No one dared to lay a finger on the Beta’s daughter—not when my father was alive, and not after he passed. My brother made sure of that. No one ever touched a single strand of my hair. And now… here I am, locked in a place that looks and smells like a damn basement.I’d been awake for maybe thirty minutes… or longer. It was hard to tell. Time didn’t feel real here. I’d already looked around, hoping to find some way out, but there was nothing—no windows, no real doors, just old, forgotten furniture shoved into the corners and walls so cracked and faded, it looked like no one had touched this place in years. Dust covered everything, thick enough to choke on, and cobwebs draped from the ceiling like something out of a nightmare. The air was cold and stale, carrying a sharp, metallic scent—blood, maybe? I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know. All I knew was this place felt... wrong. Empty. Like it had been abandoned by the world a long time ago.
"I, Jackson Lycan, reject you—Nyra Black—as my mate. You are weak and unworthy of being my Luna."I didn’t even hear the words that followed.I couldn’t even feel the ground beneath me. All I felt was something aching deep inside my chest—cracking, beating faster, like my heart was breaking apart one piece at a time. This moment didn’t feel real. It felt like I was trapped in another nightmare.This was supposed to be my ceremony—the night the Moon Goddess awakened that part of me. I have waited my entire life for this.The night I finally get to connect with my wolf.But instead of a powerful awakening... I got silence.I could feel the pull of the moon, the tug at my very core, but still, nothing. I strained to feel her presence—the wolf that should have been there, but she was silent. My body ached with the emptiness, a gnawing cold that grew deeper the longer I waited.And then those words. Rejection. Humiliation. All of it, right there, in front of the entire pack.My heart pound
Nyra’s POV I remember it like it was last night. Three years ago, my brother, Aran, was made the Beta of our pack alongside the new Alpha. It was supposed to be a moment of celebration, but it came at a price. Our father. My father was the Beta of Oakland. He died protecting our land from the outsiders three years ago. The attack was sudden, an ambush no one saw coming. Oakland had never been attacked under Alpha Ring’s reign—the Alpha who united the Oak pack and secured our land. Everyone feared him. He was untouchable. Anyone who dared to threaten our pack... he ripped their hearts out without question. No one could stand against him. But ever since he passed and his son took over, the outsiders came back and attacked. No one knew who they were or why they attacked, but one thing was certain: they vanished the moment my father’s heart was ripped from his chest. I will never forget that moment. One of them, a figure with piercing golden eyes, was the one who did it. He tore