LOGINChapter : Lucien ScanHer POV "Lucien…" My voice was barely a whisper.I froze, my eyes scanning the floor and then back up. "I… I need to tell you something. Something important."He stood, moving toward me, but there was hesitation in his steps-a rare moment of uncertainty that made my chest tighten further. "Whatever it is, amore… you know you can tell me anything."I nodded, willing my trembling hands to still. “It's about… Isabella.”Lucien's jaw tightened, his lips silencing together. At first he didn't speak. Just stared, eyes dark, calculating. The tension in the room thickened, pressing down on me. I wanted to reach out, to touch his arm, to tell him that whatever came, I was with him. But I stayed back, afraid my own fear would show too much.I shook my head. “I can’t… not proof. I only heard it. I don’t want to be wrong. I don’t want to destroy something… I.” My voice cracked. “I don’t want to hurt you or Isabella by accusing her if I’m wrong.”Lucien’s face relaxed just a
Alina's POV — The Betrayal Inside the WallsI didn’t sleep that night after what happened with the briefcase.Every time I closed my eyes, Lucien's face would appear in that warehouse in front of me: the tight pull of his jaw, the repetitive surveying of the windows, the unceasing calculation behind his calm exterior.Still, even when the danger had passed, something inside me whispered: It’s not over.By morning, the whole penthouse felt different. Too quiet. Too heavy. Almost like the air was waiting for something to happen.Lucien went to the company early, leaving me with Isabella, who insisted on staying after what happened.“You should rest,” she'd said.But I couldn't.I continued to pace back and forth between the living room and kitchen. Something did not feel right. That feeling of something crawling under my skin simply would not shake.At noon, Lucien texted me:“Stay inside. Don’t open the door for anybody.”No explanation.No reassurance.Just that.My stomach tightened.
Chapter 170: Shadows Over the Verdant MoonHis POV – AurenThe victory over Rykor had barely settled in the minds of the pack when the whispers began. Not all wolves were pleased with Auren’s ascent. Some murmured that he was too young to maintain the fragile alliances his parents had built, that his lack of experience would be his undoing. Others questioned the subtle display of power he had used in the duel—was it truly controlled, or a hint that he might be reckless when the pack’s enemies struck for real?Auren walked among his people that evening, moving silently through the training grounds and gathering halls. He felt the pulse of the pack beneath his feet, sensed the tension in their hearts, and knew he had to act before uncertainty grew into disobedience. Yet even as he tried to reassure his warriors, a deeper unease gnawed at him—the forests beyond the Verdant Moon’s territory were whispering of darker forces.Axel and Nora had always spoken of it, an ancient threat that slu
Chapter 169The night was unusually quiet when I stepped out onto the balcony. The city lights below twinkled like distant stars, but up here, under the cool night air, I felt a tension coiling in my chest. Something wasn’t right. I couldn’t shake the feeling, that prickling at the back of my neck, the same unease that had been gnawing at me ever since the mysterious package arrived.And then I heard it — faint, almost imperceptible footsteps on the gravel below. My pulse quickened. I leaned closer, peering into the shadows.A figure emerged, moving with the kind of precision that only comes from experience. He wasn’t one of Lucien’s usual bodyguards. No, this was different. He was deliberate, silent, calculating. My stomach twisted — I recognized that feeling. Danger.Before I could think, a low voice hissed from the darkness. “Stay back.”I froze, my heart hammering, but something in me refused to retreat. I couldn’t. Not anymore.I watched as he moved closer to the edge of the gard
Chapter 168HER POV –The world around me slowly returns in pieces—first the muffled sound of wind brushing through leaves, then the soft crackle of a weak fire nearby… and finally, the sting of pain shooting through my body as I try to lift my head.Everything hurts.My eyelids feel heavy, glued together with dried tears, but I force them open. The light is faint, coming from the dying flames of a small fire someone must have built near me. The scent of burned wood hangs in the air. My breath trembles as I try to push myself up on shaky arms.Then I hear it.A soft, wet sound. Breathing… but not mine.My heart stops. My eyes widen as I turn slightly—and my stomach twists painfully.A man is sitting beside me.Not a rogue.Not someone I recognize.Someone new.Young, but with a rugged face, jawline sharp, and eyes that look like they’ve lived through too many winters. He’s leaning forward, staring at me with an unreadable expression. He isn’t touching me. He isn’t smiling. He isn’t th
Chapter 167 HER POV DIMA EXPOSES ALINA’S CHILDHOOD TRAUMAI didn’t know anything was wrong when I woke up.The morning looked normal… almost too normal. The kind of quiet that fools you into believing the world isn’t about to collapse. The sunlight poured gently through the curtains, warm, soft, peaceful.And then I heard the phone buzzing.Lucien was still asleep beside me, one arm heavy around my waist. His breathing was steady, calm — the only calm thing in the room.My chest tightened before I even touched the phone.Something in the air felt wrong.I reached for my phone with shaking fingers.87 notifications.My stomach dropped.Messages from unknown numbers. Missed calls. Group chats exploding. Even emails.A cold rush went through me as I tapped the first message.And then I saw it.A single video.From an unlisted number.No caption.Just a thumbnail — blurred, but familiar.Too familiar.I froze.No… no, no, no—I tapped it.The video opened.And my entire world shattered.







