Ryan’s Pov I slowly come to consciousness, cautiously scanning my surroundings. As I sit up, the gravity of my situation hits me. I remember the captivity and the desperate need to escape. Deciding to play it smart, I lie back down, feigning sleep, as footsteps approach the door.The guard outside engages in conversation with someone unfamiliar, and my ears perk up to catch the voices. It's Karl. The tension in the air thickens. The guard informs Karl, “The doctor said he wouldn't be able to make it,” the guard explains nervously. “So I'll be the one to administer the injection.”“What do you mean he won't make it? That useless doctor better have a good explanation,” Karl retorts angrily. Karl's response drips with venom, promising dire consequences for the unfortunate doctor.The guard stammers, attempting to clarify the doctor's findings. Karl's frustration escalates. “Open the door, and let's get this done.”“He's no good to me. Injecting him won't help if he's unconscious. Keep h

Arnold’s PovKylie's revelation echoes in my mind as I lie beside her. Her shuffling and moaning reveal the depth of her fear, and I can't stand seeing her like this. I rise from the bed, pulling her into my arms, hoping the embrace will provide comfort. But her cries intensify, and it's clear that her nightmares have a tight grip on her.Desperation fills the air as she lets out a heart-wrenching scream. I shake her awake, hoping to break the hold of the haunting dream. Her eyes meet mine, and at that moment, she launches herself into my arms, clinging to me as if I'm her anchor in the storm. She whispers words that I struggle to comprehend: “Ryan is your son.”A frown creases my forehead, and I nod in response, attempting to pacify her. However, I sense her heartbreak, an undeniable pain that my skepticism inflicts on her. Her cries only grow louder, and I hold her tighter, stroking her back in an attempt to offer solace. I stay with her until the soothing rhythm of my touch lulls h

Kylie’s PovArnold's embrace provides a momentary solace, and his comforting words about Ryan being okay help ease some of the worry. As we pack for our journey to Arnold's pack, my mind is caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The weight of my hidden truth presses on me, threatening to spill over.Arnold joins me in the room, sensing the tension. He greets me with affection, leaving a soft kiss on my forehead. His concern doesn't go unnoticed, and I decide to share a fragment of the truth, masking the real reason behind my unease.“Oh, it's nothing; I'm just worried about Ryan. He hasn't said anything since I last spoke to him. I hope he's alright.”Arnold's reassurance brings warmth to my heart, and I find comfort in his embrace. His words, “Our boy will be okay,” resonate with a newfound sense of unity. At that moment, Arnold's acknowledgment of Ryan as his son sends a surge of joy through me.Feeling this connection, Arnold looks deep into my eyes, and with a soft smile,

Kylie’s PovGosh, my feet are killing me; if I have to stand any longer, I'm going to fall. I can't remember the last time I wore heels.We're currently at the welcome party Arnold's mother is hosting for us, and is it boring? The only thing remotely interesting about this place is the wine. The people are so stiff and strict in relating to each other.Everyone has a standard to meet or a reputation to uphold. I miss when my father was here. He would've made sure everyone was having fun and letting loose, not at this party where everyone is judging each other by the amount of jewelry they have. There is nothing about family in this party; it's all propaganda.Speaking of parents, I spot Arnold and his mother talking tersely in a corner, and I walk gingerly to meet them. After all, I am the soon-to-be Luna of the pack, so I should be involved in whatever they're talking about, especially if it concerns the pack. I laugh to myself because I know whatever it is that is making Arnold's mo

Camilla’s PovI sit at my desk, the weight of pack responsibilities pressing down on me. Ever since Arnold embarked on his quest to find Kylie's son, I've been the one managing the pack's affairs. Surprisingly, I find myself handling the challenges more efficiently than my son ever could. Lost in my work, I'm interrupted by a knock on my door. “Come in,” I call, and to my surprise, Bob enters. He's been Arnold's closest friend and beta for years, and I welcome him with a warm hug. “Bob, you're back. Let's go see my son,” I suggest, eager to check on Arnold's progress.As we head to Arnold's house, Bob informs me that the alpha is hosting a gathering for his men. I force a smile, trying to mask my irritation at Arnold's lack of decorum. The noise emanating from his house only deepens my frown.As I step into Arnold's house, the chaos inside only confirms my disdain for his lack of decorum. The place is rowdy, filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. I raise an eyebrow at the sig