MasukVIOLET’S POVI thought I was going to die.Merrin’s storm was everywhere…His anger.His presence.The sheer weight of him pressing against me as he slammed me against the tree.I could feel the rough bark digging into my back, his palm hovering, threatening. The heat of his body pressed so close I could barely breathe. My heart pounded like it wanted to escape my chest, every nerve screaming.And then… the world shifted.His phone buzzed sharply. That sudden, shrill sound sliced through the tension like a knife through silk.Merrin’s gaze snapped to the screen. His jaw clenched. He answered the call, his voice low and sharp.“What?” he barked, still gripping my neck… though his hold had loosened.There was a pause. Then he snapped,“I left for just one day and you can’t run the pack without consulting me?” His expression hardened as he made a quick decision. “Fine. Don’t let Zoey cause more trouble. I’m on my way.”He ended the call and released me.I stumbled back, gasping, legs sh
COMMANDER NOLAN’S POVI had been standing in the shadows for what felt like hours, watching Violet.She moved through the pack like she owned it, breathing life back into streets I hadn’t realized had grown stale without her laughter.Her scent reached me first… warm, sharp, and impossibly familiar. It struck me like a memory, haunting and relentless, pulling me back to our teenage days in school.She was still the same. Always helping everyone, just like she did back then.I had been good at war, but not long walks or exercise. My legs ached, my patience thinning. When she started moving again, clearly intending to keep walking, I finally spoke.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked. “Planning to walk the whole pack until you get lost, Luna?”I let out a slow breath.“Because I don’t think I can keep going. It’s been hours already.”Then she turned.That pause.That slight tilt of her head.“Nolan? You’ve been following me all along?”Her voice cut through the air, high and sharp
MERRIN’S POVIt had only been one day.Just one.But it feels like weeks.Maybe months.I stared out the glass window of my office, the city sprawling far below, but my mind barely noticed the view. Only my reflection stared back, cold, sharp, and untouchable.Powerful.Yet restless.I didn’t know what I missed more.Home…or Violet.I hated that her name came so easily now.Wolves-Heaven had always been my anchor. My throne. My cage.But Violet had become something else entirely.A pull.An ache.Something I hadn’t planned for.“Sir,” my assistant said softly, jolting me from my thoughts.I turned, ready to snap at her for calling me “sir” instead of “Alpha”, but then Jackie’s laugh cut through my head loudly.“Weren’t you the one who told everyone to be casual with you? Said companies can’t grow on fear?” he asked, dripping with sarcasm.Oh yes. I almost forgot.I turned back to her.“Yes… what is it that made you badge in without knocking?”She stepped back, a hint of nervousness i
LADY SARAPHINA'S POVI gripped the steering wheel of my new car and let the engine hum beneath me.The streets blurred past as I drove toward Luna-Light Pack Palace, and a slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips. It had been so long since I’d driven.It was before my husband died.Before Violet ruined everything I had built.Before I had to settle for crumbs when life had promised me a banquet.Now?Now, everything was different. Thanks to Violet, I was back. Back in glory. Back in wealth. Back in control.I slid my sunglasses on, even though the sun had barely risen, and leaned back in my seat. The soft leather smelled new, rich, intoxicating. The metallic gleam of the dashboard reflected the morning light, making me feel untouchable.People might whisper, might call me greedy for selling my stepdaughter to the ruthless one-eyed Alpha in exchange for gold, jewelry, and power, but what had I done wrong?Life was a game. Sacrifices were part of it.Violet had been the obstacle. And
VIOLET’S POVZoey didn’t raise her voice.She didn’t shout.She didn’t threaten.She just stood there, calm and steady, and said:“…are you in… or out?”Something warm bloomed in my chest.Pride.For a moment, I forgot the sting of the cut on my palm.Forgot the oath burning beneath my skin.Forgot the fear clawing at my ribs.I watched her… my little sister, standing before three women who terrified the entire palace.And she didn’t shake.I wondered why I couldn’t be like her.Why confidence slid so easily into Zoella’s bones, while fear curled up and lived inside mine.But one thing settled, clear and immovable…I would not let her face this alone.Not this time.I forced myself to breathe.Lowered my eyes.Waited.Celine tilted her head, smiling the way she always did when she was about to hurt someone.“What condition?” she asked lightly.Emily crossed her arms.Mirella rolled her eyes.Zoey answered without hesitation.“I’ll cook for you,” she said. “And I’ll fix what’s been bro
ZOELLA’S POVI was happy.So happy I didn’t even notice I was humming… until Violet snapped.“Zoella,” she said without looking up, “if you don’t take that stupid song outside, I swear I’ll throw something at you.”I laughed and spun in a small circle, the night air slipped in through the open window, cool and soft against my skin. The room smelled like crushed herbs, dust, and safety. For once.Quiet. Safe.“You’re just jealous,” I said. “I haven’t even done anything nice yet, and I’m already seeing results. Of course I’m happy.”Violet made a small sound.Not a laugh.Not a sigh.A hiss.I stopped humming.She shifted in her chair, shoulders pulling inward. One hand disappeared against her side, tucked too carefully.My smile faded.“Violet,” I said slowly. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” she answered, too fast.I crossed the room.“Show me your hand.”She shook her head.“Zoey. Please stop.”I didn’t.I grabbed her wrist.She flinched.My stomach dropped.“Open your palm,” I said.She t







