All Chapters of Never Again!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

**Aarhea's Point of View:**"For you, Alpha Aarhea," Logan handed me a bouquet of flowers and two red boxes. He was looking at me, his face like an angel, but I knew this was part of their plan."Just put it in my car," I ordered and walked away from him.Graduation was approaching, and I needed to finish all my requirements. I had already spoken to the University President about submitting my requirements earlier than the other graduating students, and he understood my situation.After submitting all the requirements, I returned to the Palace to handle some work."Alpha Aarhea, where should I put these?" Mr. Johnson asked me.I looked at him. He was holding the gifts Logan had given me.I called a nearby warrior, "Please take these gifts and put them in my room," I ordered.I walked inside the Palace and asked one of our maids to bring me a glass of juice before I went to my room to change my clothes."Stay here. Don't come in," I warned Logan, to which he nodded.When I came out of

Aarhea’s Point of ViewThe howls outside did not sound like the usual chorus of wolves celebrating the moon or marking their dominance. It was an attack!!These cries were urgent, raw, and trembling with panic. My heart pounded as I stepped fully out onto the balcony, the cold night air biting against my skin.The courtyard below was swarming with warriors in their wolf forms, their silver coats glinting beneath the moonlight.Something wasn’t right.The air was thick with unease. I could almost taste the fear lingering in the wind.I turned quickly, and stormed out of my room. Two guards flanked my door immediately.“Alpha Aarhea, stay inside. There’s chaos outside,” one of them warned, his golden eyes gleaming nervously.“Chaos?” I repeated, my voice sharp.“I am your Alpha. Do you expect me to hide while my pack suffers?”They lowered their heads in submission, stepping aside as I ran down the hall. My feet carried me swiftly to the courtyard, my senses heightened with every step.

Aarhea’s Point Of View:The palace was heavy with whispers. Every corridor carried the echo of rumors, every passing guard looked at me with uncertainty in their eyes. I felt their doubt sinking in, poisoning the air I breathed.I kept my steps steady, my face calm, but inside my chest burned. Jake’s cell was only a few floors below us, dark and suffocating, and now Amara, Logan, and Roman were sharpening their plan of betrayal even further.The council room was crowded, voices rising in accusation. Papers, maps, and bloodstained blades were laid out on the long wooden table for all to see.Logan stood tall in the center, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “Here lies the truth! We trusted Jake, and yet, beneath his bed, beneath the very place we gave him shelter, we found proof of his betrayal.”Roman, always the calmer one, added with grave authority, “This is no trick. We checked every seal, every mark. The letters are written in his hand. The dagger smells of rogue b

Aarhea’s Point of View The council room was loud, filled with voices, doubts, and accusations. Warriors stood against the walls, their faces tense. The elders sat in their high seats, waiting for proof And in the center Jake who was waiting, bound in silver chains, his head held high even though they tried to strip him of dignity. I kept my expression carefully unreadable. Amara, Logan, and Roman stood close to me, whispering like snakes before the strike. Roman leaned down. “Remember, Alpha Aarhea. You must speak clearly. The council needs to hear your voice against him.” “I understand,” I whispered, clutching the forged letter. Logan smirked. “And don’t worry. When this is over, you won’t be alone.” His hand brushed mine under the table, bold and warm. I pulled away slightly, lowering my eyes. “Not now,” I murmured. “Soon,” he said with a crooked grin. The head elder banged his staff. “Bring the evidence.” Roman stepped forward, placing the bloodstained clot

Amara’s Point of View"The success will be ours!" Roman shouted.The wine flowed freely that night.In Dad’s private room, the fire burned bright, throwing shadows against the carved stone walls. The three of us gathered close around the long oak table, the chest of false evidence resting like a crown jewel between us. My father had locked it tight again, though we all knew what was inside, the dagger, the bloodied cloth, the letters. Our victory.Logan raised his glass high, his smirk shining in the firelight. “To Jake. May the traitor rot in chains forever," he said with a grin. I lifted my own glass, brushing it against his. “To our success!” I announcedDad only nodded, drinking deeply. His eyes never left the fire.The room buzzed with a heady mix of triumph and danger. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs, savoring the warmth of winning. “Did you see Aarhea’s face today? The way she clutched that letter? She believes it, Dad. She truly does.” I informed them, bef