Daisy’s POV I had no idea who dropped the photograph at my door, but it was a warning—a quiet threat wrapped in stillness. Someone had been watching. And not just watching me—watching my children. I spent the entire night pacing the floor of my penthouse apartment in downtown Crescent City, clutching the photo, replaying every moment from the last week. Had I missed something? Was there someone following us at the supermarket? At the cafe near their school? At the museum last Saturday? "You're spiraling again," Lycan said gently, leaning against the doorframe of my home office. "Am I?" I snapped, spinning around. "Someone left a picture of my kids. Alone. In public. Do you know how dangerous that is?" "Yes, I do. And that’s why I’m here." He stepped forward and took the photo from my hand. "We need to call in someone," he said. "A security firm. Discreet. Tech-savvy." "No," I said. "No firms. No one else. The more people who know, the more vulnerable we are." "Then wh
Daisy’s POV The knock on the door came just as I was pouring hot cocoa for the kids. I froze, mug halfway tilted. Three short taps. A pause. Then two more. Not Lycan’s knock. Not the nanny’s. “Stay here,” I told the children quietly, handing the mug to the eldest. “Keep the door locked behind me.” I moved to the door, heart steady but alert. I cracked it open just slightly—and sighed in relief. “Mirah,” I breathed. She stepped inside, her coat drawn tight against the wind. “Sorry for dropping by unannounced,” she said, brushing snow from her shoulders. I shut the door behind her. “No, I’m glad you came. I didn’t want to call and risk someone tracing it.” Her eyes swept the room as if assessing safety. “Still staying off the grid?” “As much as I can.” I led her to the couch and lowered my voice. “They’ve been watching. It’s not just Dickson.” Mirah’s brows lifted. “You’re sure?” I nodded. “Photos. Unmarked envelopes. Someone followed the kids to the park last wee
Rosa’s POV My fingers gripped the sheets tightly, the memories hitting me like a cold slap. It’s been years, but I still remember how it all started. I still remember how Elder Maxwell ruined my life—how he let Dickson slip away from me like he didn’t matter, like I didn’t matter. I loved Dickson. I wanted him. Everything I ever dreamed of in a man was in him—his thick muscles, his deep voice, the way his pink lips curved when he smirked. But Daisy... She got everything. She was always the golden child, the perfect one. It didn’t help that she was my step-sister. I hated her from the start, even when we were just kids. The pack would always fawn over her—her smile, her grace, her body that looked like it belonged to a goddess even before she turned eighteen. She wasn’t just pretty. She was captivating. I was older, stronger, and yet... she stole every spotlight. And soon, she stole Dickson too. That made her my rival. Not just in love, but in everything. But what Daisy
Rosa’s POV The mirror showed a version of me I hated. Not because I was ugly far from it. My face still held power. My lips could still charm. My eyes could still lie. But behind all of that, I saw weakness. And weakness made me sick. Dickson was slipping away again. Not to another strong she-wolf. But to Daisy. Again. The same woman who had taken everything from me once already. I picked up the burner phone again and pressed redial. “Send the photos. I want her shaken. I want her paranoid.” The voice on the other end responded, “Already done. She’ll find it on her doorstep by morning.” “Good,” I said. “It’s time she remembered who’s really watching.” I hung up and dropped the phone into the drawer, locking it. This wasn’t about love anymore. This was about control. And control was everything. The next day, I arrived at the estate early. The guards stood straighter when they saw me. They feared me. I liked that. Fear was honest. “Report,” I said to my assistant, Maya.
Daisy’s POVI sat across from Lycan at the dinner table in the private hall of the Moonlight Tower. He smiled at me, charming as ever.“You look amazing tonight, Daisy,” Lycan said, pouring me a glass of sparkling water.“Thanks. You don’t look bad either,” I said, trying to sound polite.Lycan leaned in slightly. “I’m glad you agreed to come with me. We make a great team. People can see that.”I forced a smile and nodded. This dinner was supposed to be about business. But Lycan clearly had something else on his mind.Immediately we chatted, I noticed the room change. People whispered and turned toward the entrance. My heart skipped when I saw who had just walked in.Dickson.He was dressed in a black suit and walked like he owned the world. His eyes scanned the room and stopped on me.I froze.Lycan noticed. “Ignore him,” he whispered. “He doesn’t matter anymore.”But Dickson was already walking toward us.“Daisy,” he said as he reached the table. His voice was low, but firm. “Can I
Lycan’s POVI sat in my office, staring at the photo of Daisy and me from the dinner event. It looked perfect on the outside. But deep down, I knew something was wrong.She wasn’t in love with me.Not yet.She still cared about Dickson. I could see it in her eyes every time his name came up.And that was a problem.Just then, the door suddenly creaked open. I looked up, surprised to see Rosa walking in.She wore a red dress and had a cold smirk on her lips.“What are you doing here?” I asked.Rosa closed the door behind her. “Relax, Alpha Lycan. I came with a proposal.”“I’m not interested.”“You will be, once you hear it.” She sat down in front of me. “We both want the same thing. Daisy is gone.”My brows furrowed. “I don’t want her gone.”Rosa tilted her head. “Really? Then why haven’t you told her about your real family? Why haven’t you told her that you’re already married?”I froze.She smirked. “Exactly. You’re not clean either. So let’s not pretend you’re the good guy here.”“Wh
Daisy’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, my fingers clutching the edge of the white dress Lycan had sent. It was simple but beautiful—too beautiful for a day that felt so confusing.“Are you sure about this?” I whispered to my reflection.My phone buzzed.Text from Lycan: Car’s outside. See you soon, my future Luna.I didn’t smile. My heart wasn’t sure.I grabbed my small purse and headed downstairs. The kids were already with the nanny, who promised to bring them to the court later.As the car drove off, my thoughts swirled like a storm. Dickson’s words echoed in my head.“He’s hiding things. Things that could hurt you.”“I never stopped loving you.”I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to think about him. Not today.Dickson’s POVI stood at my apartment, my hands clenched together at my sides. Rosa had confirmed it—Daisy was going to marry Lycan today.But something didn’t feel right.I couldn’t just stand by.“Where is she now?” I asked my tracker.“Just left her house. On her way to
Daisy's POVThe fire was still burning behind us, the night sky was glowing orange and deep blue.Dickson gently laid me down on the grass. My chest heaved as I coughed out smoke. His eyes stared down at me, wide and terrified."Daisy? Daisy, talk to me," he whispered, brushing hair from my face. "Please, say something."I kept my eyes open, but I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. I needed to think.I remembered everything. Every single moment.From the second the cabin door slammed shut, to the sudden roar of flames, to the way Dickson had grabbed me and refused to leave without me.I remembered what he said.Rosa kidnapped my sister.I never stopped loving you.It all came back like a flood.But I didn’t want him to know.Not yet.So I did the only thing I could think of.I pretended.I stared blankly at the sky, keeping my face still, heart thudding."She’s not responding," Dickson said, almost to himself.He took off his jacket and placed it over me. "Just hold on. I’ll get help. I promis
Daisy’s POVNews spread like wildfire—Lycan was missing.And honestly? I didn’t care.Not in the slightest.Everyone around me seemed disturbed, whispering, exchanging theories, but none of that moved me. My only concern right now is my children. Their safety, Their future. Everything else, including Lycan’s disappearance, is irrelevant to me. I won’t pretend to be concerned when I’m not. I have enough on my plate already.People like to poke their noses into things that don’t concern them. But I’ve learned the hard way—meddling in other people’s mess, especially Rosa and Lycan’s chaos, only ends in pain. That’s their battle, not mine.And if you ask me, Lycan deserves every bit of what’s coming to him. Life always pays back in full, and now he’s cashing in his dues.I glanced at the clock—time to take the kids to school.I made sure to keep the morning routine light and cheerful. I didn’t want them sensing that anything was wrong. If they found out Lycan was missing, I knew the ques
Lycan’s POVI opened my eyes.Pain. Everywhere.My head throbbed. My arms ached. My mouth was dry. I didn’t know where I was.A basement?The air there smelled like rust iron and a complete damp wood. Chains clanked when I moved my wrists.Great. I was tied up.Footsteps sounded above me as if Someone was climbing a staircase.Someone was coming, I said, looking scared and perplexed.I closed my eyes and stayed still. Knowing anything that happened now, no matter what it is, I'm ready to give my life for it.Suddenly the door opened. A beam of light sliced into the room. And someone who I barely recognised and couldn't see well stepped in.Rosa?No. Wrong scent. Too strong. Too cold.A man walked down slowly, his boots heavy on the stairs.“Awake?” he asked, smiling like he enjoyed my pain.I didn’t answer.He crouched in front of me.“You know, Lycan, you made this harder than it needed to be.”I didn’t know him, but he knew me.He grabbed my chin.“Rosa thinks you're gone. Daisy’s
Rosa’s POVI couldn’t sleep.No matter how much I turned or hid my face in Lycan’s pillows, I couldn’t feel better.He was gone.I looked all over the house, the woods, and places I didn’t want to visit again. The old den, the cliff where he told me a secret, and the riverbank where he promised to stay.Now he is gone.And I knew where he went.To Daisy.Even though I didn’t like her, after I went to her house for answers.The snow was loud under my shoes. Her living room was warm. I saw her kids, and their laughter stopped when I walked in.I knew she didn’t like me. But I wasn’t there to fight.I just wanted to protect myself.The black car outside wasn’t mine. I borrowed it from someone I shouldn’t have called.My hands shook as I turned the key. My phone rang.Blocked number.I answered.“Did you talk to her?” a deep voice asked.“Yes,” I said.“And?”“He’s not there.”“Then he will be. Don’t get in the way.”“You promised help, not a fight.”“You asked for help. I gave it. It’s n
Daisy's POVIt has been so peaceful ever since Rosa hasn't been seen for quite a while...And the kids are already having the best moments of their lives.Making them want every bit of it all.Mummy.. mummy.The oldest of them spoke, I really loved the ice-cream we tried that time.Really.... I said, raising my eyebrow and feeling a bit happy that such a moment like this can be so peaceful.After everything has been through with their dad Dickson.So a time like this has come, I will find every possible means and ways not to ruin these moments eventually.I want to go to the kitchen. Wash the dishes before planning what to cook next.I asked the kids, what can I prepare for the to eat.Mummy..... Mummy.... I want Mashed potatoes with hot dog and some spice.All of them agreed to their youngest of them all suggestions.Fine... I said looking at where to start from.It's not easy peeling the potatoes, after that you have to wash it very well, till it's very clean and ready to be cut i
Daisy's POV The knock on the door wasn’t loud, but it sent a shiver through me.I stood still for a moment, heart steady but alert. The kids were fast asleep in my room, unaware of who was at the door.I walked quietly to the entrance and looked through the small side glass.It was Dickson. He stood there with snow in his hair, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes fixed on the ground.I opened the door slowly but didn’t move aside.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice low but firm.“I needed to see them,” he said quietly, not raising his eyes.“They’re asleep. And you weren’t invited.”He nodded. “I know. I just… I couldn’t sleep without knowing if they’re okay.”“They’re fine. You can go now.”He looked up then, and the sadness in his eyes was something I hadn’t seen in a long time.“Daisy,” he said softly, “I don’t want to fight with you. I just want to be in their lives. I know I’ve made mistakes. Big ones. But I’m still their father.”I crossed my arms. “You only show up whe
Daisy's POV We walked into Tom’s Pizza House just as the warm smell of cheese and dough filled the air. My kids held onto my hands tightly, all of them talking at once.“Mum, look at the lights! They have fairy lights everywhere!” my daughter pointed at the ceiling, her face glowing with excitement.“I see them, baby,” I said with a smile. “Pick a table. Any one you like.”They ran toward a booth by the big window. I followed slowly, feeling a bit tired but happy. Seeing them laugh made it all worth it.“This table! This one!” my son shouted.“Yes, let’s sit here,” I said, sliding into the booth.A young waiter walked over, holding a small notepad and smiling kindly.“Hi there! Welcome to Tom’s. What can I get for you all tonight?”The kids looked at each other and then at me.“Go ahead,” I said, nodding.“We want four pepperoni pizzas!” my son said proudly.“And can we have chocolate ice cream too?” my youngest daughter added, already licking her lips.I laughed softly. “Yes. And I’
Daisy’s POVI’ve always wanted a life where no one controls me or watches every move I make. But the world I live in now isn’t the life I ever wished for.I'm just so unlucky with things, most times I do think maybe I'm confused, but definitely it seems so.It all started when Rosa and Lycan kidnapped my kids. The fear that gripped me back then—it was unbearable. It felt like the world around me was spinning out of control.Deep down, I know Dickson already realizes those kids are his. He’s just pretending not to. I told him to stay away from them completely.But he still protected them. Even though he acts like a coward sometimes, he saved me during the fire. And when our kids were kidnapped, he was there. He showed how much they meant to him.But I don’t want him to change them. I don’t want him to fill their hearts with pack ways or his kind of thinking. I don’t want my kids to become like him.After thinking for a long while, I got up from the bed. I walked into the bathroom to b
Daisy's POVIt was just after 11 PM. The kids had finally settled down, and the silence in the house was the kind that made you uneasy rather than calm. I sat by the kitchen island, fingers wrapped around a cup of lukewarm tea I no longer wanted to drink. My eyes darted to the window every few seconds. Ever since I received that photograph, my nerves haven't rested.Lycan hadn’t texted back. That was already strange enough.Then came the knock.Three soft taps. A pause. Then two more.Not Lycan. Not the nanny. I froze in place.I walked carefully to the door. My heart thudded in my chest, but I kept my face calm. I peered through the peephole and saw a man I didn’t recognize.He wasn’t threatening. But his eyes said he knew things.I opened the door just a crack. "Yes?""Mirah sent me," he said immediately. His voice was quiet. Steady. "Roan. I’m not here to hurt you."I opened the door a little wider. He looked older than Lycan, rough around the edges, like someone who'd seen things
Daisy’s POV Daisy couldn’t stop pacing the hallway. Ayra was home, safe in bed, but something felt wrong. Her daughter had slept most of the night, barely waking even when her siblings hugged her or when Daisy cried beside her."She’s not acting like herself," Daisy whispered to Dickson. "She’s too quiet."Dickson knelt beside the bed and gently touched Ayra’s forehead. "She feels warm."Daisy grabbed her phone and called Dr. Mirah. "Please come quickly. Something is wrong with Ayra."Mirah arrived within twenty minutes. She checked Ayra thoroughly. Her face turned pale when she finished."She’s been poisoned," Mirah said softly.Daisy gasped. "What?""It’s a slow-acting toxin. Something designed to weaken, not kill immediately. We don’t have much time.""Can you save her?""I need to know what kind of poison it is. And to do that, I need access to the man who took her."Roan walked into the room. "He’s being held in one of our secured cells. I can take you there."Mirah nodded. "Let