Roshan
I glared at the screen, reading the email from my cyber security team. The same thing happened again.
Our systems were hacked and important files were corrupted.
I grind my teeth while reading through the whole damage assessment my cyber team did. This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. This was becoming almost routine by now. Despite all our efforts, someone always found a way around all our security checks, and this was now starting to grate on my nerves.
So far, we have a list of culprits who could be behind this.
The list consisted of three names. I would hunt them all down at any cost and make them regret their whole life. I'd ensure they died the slowest deaths, begging and crying for the quickest way out, but they wouldn't have it.
No one ever crossed me and got away with it. I always hunted them down and gave them the most torturous death so they wouldn't dare to be born again.
Before I could drive my fist through the screen, my phone rang up. I scowled and picked it up.
"Cross Vic off the list," Ridwan, my brother, spoke first. I cocked an eyebrow and leaned back in my chair.
"You killed him?" I asked, intrigued. Vic was one of our three main suspects.
"Nah," he chuckled softly, "he killed himself," Ridwan responded, a tone of amusement in his voice. I clenched my teeth. In times like these, I wouldn't say I liked humor a lot. "But," he dragged, obviously enjoying keeping me in the edge, " before he took himself out, he tipped us,”
"Really?" I asked, "Who is it then? James?" It was another one of our suspects. I could hear Ridwan chuckle on the other side of the phone.
"James is dead too. Someone else took him out," Ridwan spoke, his voice dark and cynical. "At this point, you can guess correctly who it could be,
"Lynda," I breathed. It was a hacker no one had ever seen.
No one knew who Lynda was, where he or she lived, what was their real name and most importantly, why they were targeting us. But I knew one thing: It was Lynda all along.
It was true that both Vic and James were notorious hackers, but they didn't have it in them to play such pranks on us.
Deep down, I had known subconsciously that it was Lynda, but I had sent my brother after James and Vic just to be sure.
"That fucker," Ridwan cursed.
"Have you found something about him?" I asked.
"Nothing, but we can be sure now that it had been him all along," Ridwan confirmed, and I agreed. Whoever this Lynda was, they were good at what they did, so good that even my cyber team, who were supposed to be the best in the country, couldn't find Lynda.
Despite my frustration and anger at him for continuously attacking us, I was impressed at Lynda's skill. They seemed to know what they were doing, and they did it well. If they weren't against us, I'd have paid them millions to work for us.
This made me more curious about Lynda and even more restless to find him. They had proven that their skills were the best in the country, and if we failed to find them in time, they could bring us down single handedly. I wasn't going to allow that.
"And what did Vic tip you exactly?" I asked.
"Vic had been trying to find out about Lynda for years, and so far, he told me that Lynda is a girl and she's from somewhere around the south coast,"
"A girl," I gritted.
"A she wolf," Ridwan mused, making the fire burn harder in my chest. I was now more determined than ever to hunt her down. I wasn't going to let a she-wolf destroy us. And once she had been caught, I'd make sure she regretted messing with us.
"What else?" I probed just to be sure.
"Nothing much. I'll be back by evening after I finish the business here properly" Ridwan told me, and in the background, I could hear a few of our men talking and breaking things. They must be tearing Vic's home apart to find other important things.
"Come back asap. I'll find this she-wolf soon," I declared, making Ridwan chuckle.
"Promise me, you'll share her with me. I'd like to have a piece of her, too. After all, she had kept us on our toes for a while," Ridwan chuckled. I knew what he really meant by that. I didn't know why, but I was more interested in hunting down Lynda.
"Lynda would wish she were dead," I growled.
"She must have nerves of steel to mess with us," Ridwan commented after barking a few orders at one of the men in the background. "To mess with the two of us and not once, but numerous times and doing this for years without us ever being able to find out anything about her," He said what I had been thinking about all this time. "You've got to give it to her for that,"
"We have to find her soon," I stated before he could go on about her, "Because Vic and James are out. This might have alerted her,"
"I know. I'm tearing down everything in Vic's house to see what else he found out about her," Ridwan told me.
"Gotta go now. See you tonight, brother," With that, he disconnected the call. Immediately, I messaged my team and told them everything Ridwan said to me about Lynda.
In the meantime, I could only wait for them to continue their investigation and for Ridwan to return. And this was the part which I hated the most.
I was the most patient man, but lately, my wolf had been acting strange. I sighed deeply and checked the time. It was about to be five in the morning. I hadn't slept all night because my wolf had been quite active inside me, not letting me sleep.
It was as if he was trying to tell me something, but whenever I'd try to talk to him, he'd shut me down. This had never happened before. I had always been in sync with my wolf.
Something was making it act strange, and I didn't know what it could be.
Maybe I should visit the old witch who lived in the woods.
She knew everything one of the reasons why we never fucked with her and let her stay in our territory even though she wasn't a member of our pack. She'd throw us a bone once in a while, and that was all that constituted our symbiotic relationship.
I got up and decided to try to take a nap even though I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I left the office and went to the house I shared with my brother. I went to my bathroom and stripped before taking a cold shower.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the cold water hit my body, pricking my skin like a thousand needles. The discomfort eased out in a couple of seconds, and my muscles relaxed while I felt the water run down my body.
"We're coming for you, Lynda,”
Elma’s POVThe morning air was cool against my skin, sharp enough to wake me fully even after another sleepless night. I kept my gloves tight on my hands, boots laced, mask in place. Every movement was calculated, every breath measured, as if the fragile rhythm I built could keep me from shattering.But then I felt him.Roshan.His gaze found me before I even looked up. It always did. That steady, unrelenting weight, as if his eyes were hands stripping me down layer by layer, searching for the weakness I fought to hide. I told myself I hated it…hated him…but the lie trembled inside me, unsteady. Because what I really hated was the way my stomach twisted, the way heat curled low inside me, when his suspicion touched me like fire.He didn’t look at me like Ridwan did. Ridwan’s eyes were gentle, warm, as if he wanted to cup me in his hands and protect me from every storm. When I thought of him, I remembered the river…his closeness, the way his voice had burned when he whispered try me. T
Roshan’s POVSleep was a luxury I hadn’t tasted in days. Not because of the summit’s endless politics, or even the looming threat of traitors lurking in shadows…but because of her. Elma.Her name slid through my thoughts like a blade, sharp enough to cut. I didn’t trust her. Couldn’t. Every instinct in me screamed that she was hiding something, yet every time my eyes found her across the fire, my wolf stilled. As if she belonged there. As if she had always belonged.It infuriated me.I wasn’t like Ridwan. My brother carried his heart too close to the surface, his wolf too eager to believe in softness. I had seen the way he looked at her by the river, his eyes caught in that pull he couldn’t explain. And I had seen the way she looked back…hesitant, frightened, but alive. Alive in a way that made my chest tighten.I gritted my teeth and turned the thought over like a stone in my hand. If Ridwan was reaching for her, then it was my duty to pull him back. To remind him of what was at stak
Roshan’s POV The dawn did nothing to quiet my thoughts.I hadn’t closed my eyes once through the night. Instead, I circled the camp like a restless wolf, every muscle wound tight, every sense sharpened to a blade’s edge. My boots crushed dew-soaked grass. My lungs pulled in the cold air, but it never cleared the fog in my head. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, snarling at shadows that weren’t there, snapping at ghosts it couldn’t reach.But it wasn’t the camp I was guarding. Not the warriors, not the border, not even Ridwan…though I should have been.It was her.Elma.Even when she wasn’t in sight, I felt her. Like a thorn lodged too deep in my flesh to pull free. Small, almost invisible, but aching with every step I took.Ridwan tried to act as if he wasn’t unraveling last night, but I saw it. I always see it. The way his eyes followed her like he’d been starving and she was the only thing that could feed him. The way his hand lingered when he touched her, soft, steady, almost rever
Elma’s POV Sleep was a stranger.Even when I forced my eyes shut, exhaustion clawing at me, I felt them. Both of them. Roshan’s suspicion coiled around me like chains, cold and unrelenting, tightening every time his gaze lingered too long. Ridwan’s gentleness clung to me like a ghost of warmth I couldn’t shake, even when I wanted to. Especially when I wanted to.It was maddening.For years, I had perfected the art of silence. I had taught myself how to become a shadow, how to weave masks out of lies and wear them until I could almost believe them myself. Every move I made was calculated. Every glance, every word, every step—measured and controlled. I was a weapon disguised as a woman, honed by loss, sharpened by rage.And yet… after only a single week in their presence, I was unraveling. Thread by fragile thread.I sat cross-legged in my tent, the canvas walls holding in the thick weight of the night. My gloves muffled the tremble in my fingers as I traced the edge of the dagger rest
Ridwan’s POVSleep never came.I lay in my tent with the darkness pressing in on me, the weight of my brother’s words still echoing. You hate that I touched her first.He wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t the whole truth either.It wasn’t about touching her first. It was about what I felt when I touched her at all. The way her wrist fit in my hand like it belonged there. The way her pulse jumped beneath my thumb, fast, uneven, betraying the calm mask she wore.The way my wolf had gone silent for one suspended heartbeat—then roared to life like a storm breaking free.That wasn’t chance. That wasn’t coincidence. That was bond.But Roshan was right about one thing—she was hiding something. Every time I looked into her eyes, I saw shadows deeper than she wanted anyone to see. Secrets coiled tight. Pain disguised as strength.And the pull I felt toward her… it terrified me.Because if she truly was what my wolf whispered she was… then the Goddess had cursed us.⸻I left camp before dawn, restles
Roshan’s POVThe night did not end when we left the forest.It followed me.Every step back to camp, every breath I drew, every flicker of moonlight through the branches…I carried her with me. Elma’s eyes, defiant yet trembling. Her voice, edged with steel but threaded with something softer. Her scent, sharp and sweet, that clung to me long after she had walked away.My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, growling in my head. She’s hiding. She’s ours. Break her open. Take the truth. Claim her.But I couldn’t. Not yet.Ridwan walked ahead of me, Elma at his side. His hand no longer held hers, but I still saw it…how easy it had been for her to let him touch her. How natural it had been for him to reach for her. My jaw clenched until my teeth ached, but I said nothing. Not there. Not then.Because if I spoke, I wasn’t sure whether I’d be speaking as Alpha… or as a man unraveling.We reached camp near dawn. The fires had died low, the sentries nodding to us with questions in their eye