NOAH'S POVThe moment Professor Rex left, the heavy tension in the warehouse didn’t fade—it clung to the air like his intimidating scent: cold snow. My chest felt tight. The silence was suffocating, like the calm after a thunderstorm that somehow left more unease than peace.I glanced at the lifeless body sprawled on the ground, the man he’d killed without hesitation. My stomach churned a little. So ruthless… so precise. I shook my head slowly. Who the hell was this man? Professor? Or executioner?Turning to Penny, I slid my hands into my pockets, arching a brow. “What the hell was that guy talking about? Wolves, alphas, moon guardians—you all looked like you knew exactly what was going on, and I was just… standing there like a damn extra in my own movie.”Penny shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. “What else could he mean?” she said, forcing a chuckle. “The beasts… they transformed from wolves. You know, like actual wolves. An alpha is kind of like their king. Just like bees have
NOAH'S POVI exhaled loudly as I stepped into my room, every bone in my body aching with exhaustion. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, I tossed my bag somewhere across the floor and collapsed face-first onto my bed.Moments later, Gavin walked in like he owned the place, which, to be fair, he kinda did—and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached for my sneakers and began slipping them off without a word. His hands moved with care, warm and familiar. Then, as if he could read my mind, he started massaging my feet, slow and gentle.God, I swear, Gavin is my favorite person for a reason. He always knows what I need before I even ask."You look worn out, Pookie," he murmured, his voice soft.I gave a tired nod, shifting slightly to lie on my side. Then I turned fully and rested my head on his lap, sighing in relief as I got comfortable. Gavin reached up and carefully pulled off my wig, letting my real jet-black hair tumble out in soft waves. The familiar weight of it against my
ARES’ POVI panted loudly, the cold wind slicing past my face as I raced through the dense woods in my wolf form, Rex. The moonlight glistened off my fur, but it couldn’t calm the restlessness surging through my veins. I pushed harder, my paws slamming against the forest floor, claws digging into the earth like I was trying to outrun something… someone.Jason was far behind me. No surprise. No beta could match an Alpha’s speed—not when the Alpha was running like a beast possessed. And I was. Possessed by irritation, rage, and something worse: confusion.The reason?I can't place. The investigation, Noah, my mate, everything That damn boy—no, that confusing little problem—had a special gift for getting under my skin. The way he talked back. The way he looked at me. The way he moved like he didn’t know the danger he was always in. I couldn’t even be near him without my skin crawling and my wolf howling in my head.Everything about him—his scent, his energy, his presence—infuriated me.
ARES’ POVI stood by the balcony rails of my penthouse, high above the Crescent Moon Pack territory that sat hidden in the hills above Los Angeles. From here, I could see the stretch of land we ruled—kids racing around the training fields, warriors sparring in the distance, patrol wolves jogging their usual rounds. At first glance, everything looked peaceful. Serene.But it was a lie. It took a lot to make it look like that.The unease in my chest told me otherwise.I brought the cigarette to my lips, inhaled deeply, and let the smoke drift into the cool air. I never liked smoking, hell, I hated the habit. But recently, it's been the only thing that made the weight on my chest feel a little lighter. As if the smoke could carry away the thoughts clawing at my head.They want to draw out the Moon Guardian… Gerry's words rang loud in my head.My mate.I took another drag, bitterness curling in my mouth.They were playing a dangerous game—and not just with anyone. With me. An Alpha cursed
NOAH’S POVI landed softly on the damp grass and looked up at my window with a smug grin. Classic. I had just outwitted my brothers again, an art I’d been mastering since childhood. Climbing out of windows, ducking security cams, and sneaking into the night like a ninja had been my thing long before I could spell “trouble.”I dusted my hands and pulled my black hoodie tighter, melting into the shadows of the L.A. night. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but this part of it was still quiet, the moon casting silver over empty sidewalks. My stomach growled for the third time. “Right, hunger strike,” I muttered sarcastically. Since my brothers refused to let me go on the school trip, I figured I’d protest the only way I knew how to,by starving.But who was I kidding? Hunger and I were not friends.So here I was, dressed in full stealth mode—black hoodie, low cap, and my trusty short wig, on a mission to grab a large pepperoni from Lenny’s Pizza, my favorite little corner shop off M
ARES’ POVThe city lights flickered past us as I drove through the shadowed streets of Los Angeles. The scent of concrete and late-night tacos hung in the air, mixed with a distant saltiness from the ocean breeze. The occasional palm tree whizzed by, casting fleeting shadows across the dashboard.From the corner of my eye, I kept stealing glances at Noah.His head was leaned out the window, his short hay fluttering with the night wind like he was some carefree teenager out on a midnight joyride. As if that wasn't enough, he stuck his hand out too, letting it slice through the air. The city was sleeping, but Noah was alive—too alive.“You really want to go on that school trip?” I asked, my voice calm but firm, slicing through the heavy silence between us.There was a pause. Then his voice came, softer than usual. “Yeah,” he said, almost like an exhale. “It’s not just a school trip to me. It’s like… a breather from all this. From my brothers. From my messed-up life.”He turned toward me
I leaned against the edge of the bar, staring at Noah like he owed me answers… or maybe I just liked watching the way his lips moved when he tried to explain himself.He looked at me, eyes glassy, cheeks pink, like he was caught red-handed.Then...Tada!...he pulled out a half-empty bottle of wine from behind his back like it was a magic trick.“Here,” he said with a goofy smile, voice thick with a drunken slur. “This is what I’m hiding.”He laughed, more like giggled, and for a second, I froze. What the hell was that? That wasn’t just tipsy behavior. That was... dangerously adorable.I walked over, snatched the bottle from his hand, and moved it out of reach. He groaned, reaching for it like a toddler wanting candy."Mine," he whined.“Nope.” I sidestepped.He lost balance and tumbled backward onto the couch with a thud. “Oops...couch is spinning,” he murmured, blinking at the ceiling.I sighed and sat on the glass coffee table across from him, setting the bottle down like it was cont
NOAH’S POVThe first thing I felt wasn’t the warmth of the sun slipping through the blinds, it was pain. A throbbing, full-blown war in my skull."Ugh," I groaned, clutching my head. It felt like someone had dropped a goddamn stereo speaker on it during the night. I couldn’t move right away. I just lay there, breathing in the sharp scent of clean linen and something else—cool and earthy, like the aftermath of snow.Wait… where the hell am I?The events of last night were fogged out like an overexposed film reel. All I remembered was Professor Rex handing me a glass of wine, with that smug, dangerous glint in his eye.Okay. I think I understand why the throbbing headache. I must have gotten drunk.Oh God.Did I tell him anything? That can't beI pushed myself off the bed, nearly tripping over my own legs as I dragged myself to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I splashed my face with cold water and stared into the mirror. My hair was a full-blown disaster—stuck-up strands and pillow
NOAH’S POVAt long last, the hellish French class ended. I swear, if torture had a language, it’d be French conjugation. Penny, Nathan, and I finally stumbled out of the room like war survivors. Nathan and I looked like we’d been run over by a farm truck, while Penny had this annoyingly bright sparkle in her eyes, as if she’d just stepped out of a Parisian fairytale.Nathan turned to me, brow furrowed, finger raised like an overdramatic mom. “Don’t. Do. This. Again,” he warned with mock seriousness.I snapped to attention, saluting him. “Roger that, captain.”Penny let out one of her signature fairy giggles. “Honestly, you guys are just dramatic. I actually enjoyed it!”Nathan and I exchanged a mutual eye-roll so powerful it could’ve triggered a minor earthquake.“Okay, buddies! Time to hit the cafeteria!” Penny squealed, grabbing both our arms like we were heading to Disneyland.But then her tone dropped into a venomous growl. “But that hulk of yours is not coming with us. I swear he
NOAH’S POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror and almost flinched.Dark circles ringed my eyes like I hadn’t slept in weeks. My cheeks were hollowed out, lips pale, and my usually shiny hair looked like a mop abandoned in a storm. I looked like a haunted raccoon. A very sad, smelly, rebellious raccoon.“This is what grounding does to a person,” I muttered to my reflection, dragging my fingers through my tangled hair. “Congratulations, Gavin. You’ve officially won the Worst Big Brother of the Year Award.”For the past two days, I had been locked in my room like a prisoner of war. Gavin was dead serious about the whole “you’re not leaving till you agree to my terms” threat. The jerk even camped at my door, literally. Lucas was the one delivering meals, knocking gently and slipping the tray in like I was some kind of feral animal. Not that it mattered; I hadn’t touched a bite. Hunger strike in full swing.I groaned and slumped on the edge of my bed, my phone in my hand. My thumb hov
NOAH’S POVThe hallway was eerily silent, as though the entire building had fallen into a post-party coma. My heels clicked lazily against the tiled floor, echoing in the stillness. I was still in my girl outfit from the Halloween party. Penny had insisted we keep dancing long after the crowd vanished, and like a fool, I agreed. We danced until our legs gave out beneath us, drunk on sugar, music, and fleeting joy.Now, I was paying the price, every step felt like I was dragging a corpse, probably my own.As I turned the corner toward my room, a hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the shadows. I let out a startled gasp, my body slamming into a cold wall. The air left my lungs in a rush, and my eyes struggled to adjust to the dark. But I saw her.Elsa.Of course."What the fuck?!" I snapped, yanking my wrist from her grip. My eyes blazed with fury as I glared at her, trying to conceal the pounding in my chest. Not from fear. From annoyance.Elsa folded her arms across her
GAVIN’S POVThe second I stepped into the living room, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily from a brutal workout session, I knew something was off. The air felt thick...tense...and not from the stench rolling off my shirt. No, this was something else.Lucas was pacing.And when he paces, something is seriously wrong.Only one person could make my ever-composed, stone-faced brother look like he was about to tear the place apart.Noah.Damn.I dropped my gym bag beside the couch and wiped the sweat from my face with the towel hanging around my neck. “Hey, Lucas. What’s up?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t already know the storm that was brewing behind his narrowed eyes.He turned to me so fast, his boots squeaked against the floor. His eyes...those infamous forest-green eyes...flashed with unfiltered rage. “Where the hell have you been?” he thundered. “I’ve been trying to reach you for hours!”I didn’t flinch. I’ve had years of practice dealing with Lucas’ temper. His anger wasn’t
ARES' POVThe scariest part wasn’t that Little Leister was doing something to me.It was that whatever it was, I wasn’t ready to rebel against it.Hell, a dark, forbidden part of me was curious...curious to see just how far he would go, and how far I would let him.The soft, slow hum of the romantic song washed over the hall like a spell. Everyone else seemed to fade into shadows as Little Leister and I moved together, syncing to the slow, sensual rhythm. His slender waist brushed against my palm, sending unwanted shivers up my spine. His body fit against mine too perfectly.I could feel his heartbeat, fast and fluttering, through the thin material of his ridiculous gown.He lifted his gaze...those stormy-grey eyes locking with mine, searching, questioning, trembling with an emotion he couldn’t name."I never knew you were attending," he said softly, his voice delicate, almost trembling. The sound brushed against my senses like silk, igniting something dangerous inside me.I arched a
ARES' POVI walked into the massive, glittering hall with Elsa clinging onto my arm like a stubborn vine. She was dressed in a sparkling Cinderella ballgown, her golden hair curled perfectly, looking every inch the fairy tale princess she aimed to be.Gatherings like this were never my thing. Too noisy. Too crowded. Too fake.But Elsa had begged me to come, her big blue eyes shimmering with hope. I could’ve easily said no....should have said no...but I was still trying to play the part of the dutiful mate.Tonight, I wore an all-black ensemble: black button-down, black slacks, a simple black mask covering half my face. The first three buttons of my shirt were left undone, exposing my chest, a sight that earned a few lingering glances from the female students and lecturers. I ignored them all.The second we stepped into the suffocating, over-decorated hall, regret hit me like a punch to the gut. Laughter, gossip, bad music, and even a makeshift strip show happening at one end. The air
NOAH'S POVI stood frozen in front of my bed, staring at the shimmering black gown laid neatly across it. The fabric sparkled under the soft lights of the suite, almost as if it was trying to seduce me into wearing it.I chewed my bottom lip nervously. Could I really pull this off?Or more importantly... Should I?Sebastian must have noticed my hesitation because he sauntered over, his arms folded across his chest.“You know you don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable,” he said gently. “Nobody’s forcing you.”I inhaled sharply, the tightness in my chest easing slightly at his words. But still, I shook my head.“No, it’s fine. I'll put it on.”If I'm going to do this, I need to commit.Just as I gathered the gown into my arms, a sharp knock rattled the door."I’ll get that," Sebastian said, already moving away.I turned my attention back to the mirror, trying to mentally prepare myself, but my thoughts derailed when the door swung open with an audible bang.Standing there was Pen
ARES' POVThe murmuring crowd around the pool began to blur into white noise as my gaze fixed on him. Noah. He stood by the edge of the pool, his short dark, glittering under the sunset, those stormy gray eyes sparking like lightning against the clear blue water. My heart pounded in a maddening rhythm I couldn’t control, like a war drum set off by his presence, but before I could move....He did.Sebastian.The bastard approached him like a predator cloaked in silk, too smooth, too casual. His smirk was a language I understood far too well—it said I know this bothers you.I clenched my jaw as I watched him close the space between them. He grip Noah's shoulders startling him. He moved in closer, and my fingers curled tighter against the balcony rail.Then it happened.He almost pushed Noah Almost.He stumbled, dangerously close to the edge of the pool, but didn’t fall. He caught his wrist at the last second, and that smug smile never left his lips. Noah swatted his arm, then pushed hi
My entire body went cold.How...how did she know?Elsa’s eyes glittered with cruel delight, her smirk widening as the horror registered on my face. She tilted her head slightly, like a predator toying with prey.“What?” she purred. “Shocked? Scared?”My throat felt like it had closed up. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t blink, couldn’t even swallow.“I’ve known for a while now,” she continued nonchalantly, brushing invisible lint from her sleeve. “Lucky for you, I haven’t said a word. Yet.” She leaned closer, her breath warm and poisonous against my cheek. “But I don’t make promises, Noah. How quiet I stay depends entirely on… your behavior.”That snapped me out of my paralysis.A smirk, slow and calculated, curled at the side of my lips. The kind that always pissed people off.“Hmm,” I said coolly, meeting her eyes, “and if you’re gloating right now because you think Professor Rex wouldn’t find out, then please, book yourself a check-up. You're clearly deranged.”Her smugness flickered.