MASTERPIECE POV I stand on the rooftop of an abandoned warehouse, the wind whipping my hair into a frenzy as I gaze out at the city below. My eyes, usually a piercing brown, have darkened to an almost black, my pupils constricted with rage. The hunger to kill courses through my veins like a potent elixir, fueling every step, every breath."Foolish idiot," I mutter to myself, the words barely audible over the howling wind. You thought you could deceive me? You thought you could hide in plain sight?The memory of Moon Guardian's face, so innocent and naive, sears itself into my mind. My fists clench, my nails digging into my palms as I recall the moment I realized I'd been duped.The one being I've been looking for, was right under my nose the entire time,I growl, the sound low and menacing. "Attending the same university, walking the same halls... And I never even suspected.The sound of footsteps echoes behind me, and I don't need to turn around to know who it is. My monstrous father
ARES’ POVI sat stiffly in my chair, fingers drumming against the dark mahogany of the long council table. My gaze flickered to the elder wolves seated before me. Each one drowning in aged wisdom, gray hair, and endless debates. They spoke about the upcoming Annual Ball with such ceremonial reverence, their words dry and rehearsed like scripture.I wasn’t listening. Not really.My mind was elsewhere—on soft gray eyes, on the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept this morning in my arms. I shouldn’t have left. Not today. Hell, not ever.And yet, here I was, suffocating in this room filled with stale traditions, when I should have been curled next to my mate, memorizing the sound of her breathing. I clenched my jaw as another councilman droned on. I already knew what I was going to do. The coronation of my Luna would collide with this ball. A double celebration. A declaration.But I hadn’t introduced her to the pack yet.Not officially.Not until I know for certain that she...m
NOAH’S POV“I know you’re awake, little Leister,” Ares said, his voice a velvet rasp laced with dark amusement. “Enough with the games.”My breath caught in my throat.Every instinct I had screamed run.But Ellis?That damn wolf was purring inside me like she was rolling around on a velvet rug dipped in hormones.Perverted mutt, I muttered internally.She moaned in response. “You know we don’t have to play hard to get. He’s ours, babygirl. Ours to claim,” she purred, practically salivating.I clutched the duvet tighter around me, legs locked together like a human chastity belt. I wasn’t going to make it easy—not after everything. Not when I was this vulnerable. Not when I could still feel the ghosts of yesterday clinging to my skin."I am not going to repeat myself, little Leister," Ares said, his voice suddenly rougher, edged with a dangerous growl. "Unless you want me to rip that duvet off and take you right where you are."My pulse spiked.He wasn't bluffing.Swallowing thickly, I
NOAH’S POVI stared at the white emptiness surrounding me—an endless void stretching into nothing. The floor, the walls, the ceiling… all pure, clinical white. No furniture. No doors. No windows. No way out.Panic crawled into my chest like a slow-moving storm.Was I… trapped? "Yes, babygirl," a voice purred, so close it made my skin crawl. "You're in. No outing."I whipped around. My breath caught in my throat. "Don’t search so hard," the voice echoed again, closer, this time. "I’m right here. You just have to look rightly."My heart thundered as I spun around again, my hands slightly raised, unsure if I needed to defend myself....or if I was simply going insane.And then… I saw her.Me.I stumbled back a step, blinking. What the actual hell?She looked exactly like me—same sharp cheekbones, stormy gray eyes, and long jet-black hair cascading down her back. Her smirk was unsettling. It was like staring into a mirror that didn't need glass."Who… who are you?" I asked, breathless, t
ARES POV I placed my hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open, the hinges creaking slightly in protest. The heavy oak door gave way to the dim, solemn interior of my study. The scent of old books, leather, and a faint trace of smoke lingered in the air—comforting and cold all at once. Jason trailed behind me silently like a shadow, but the moment I stepped in, my eyes locked on the two figures already occupying my space.They were exactly where Jason said they’d be.One of them, tall—taller than I had anticipated,with light brown hair, was pacing the room like a caged animal. His shoulders were taut, his jaw clenched, and every now and then, he ran a hand through his hair with barely restrained frustration. The other sat with deceptive calm on the couch, his back facing me, legs crossed like he owned the place. I scoffed inwardly. Bold. Reckless. Or just plain desperate.The pacing one noticed my presence first. He stopped mid-step and turned to face me. “It’s an honor to finall
ARES’ POVI sat on the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the most intoxicating sight I’d ever laid eyes on. There she was—Little Leister—my little one, sprawled across my massive bed, her delicate frame curled up around a pillow like she’d always belonged here.The shirt I’d put on her earlier barely covered her. It was an black sleeve shirt that hung off her frame, stopping just mid-thigh. But now, her sleep had stirred the fabric, shifting it higher, revealing sinful stretches of creamy skin that screamed to be touched—worshipped. Her legs, slender yet toned, were tucked slightly under her, and that thick curtain of jet-black hair fell over her face like a veil.She hadn’t stirred once since we got back.The pack doctor had told me it was normal—her first shift had drained her, physically and emotionally. Add that to the shock of everything unraveling around her, and it made sense why her body had forced her into unconsciousness. But he reassured me she would be fine.Still, I couldn’