All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Diana’s POVThe phone buzzed in my hand long after I’d stopped trying to ignore it, its low hum like a silent accusation against my palm.I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the green button, before finally tapping it.“Good morning, Dad,” I whispered into the receiver, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. It was cracked. Hollow.“Diana.” His voice came low and measured, but softer than usual. “How are you doing?”I hesitated.The truth pressed against my lips, the classroom, the sniffing, the dead-eyed teachers. It was all there, waiting to spill.But I swallowed it.“I’m fine,” I said. The lie scorched its way out like acid in my throat.There was a pause. Then, to my utter disbelief, he said, “If you’re exhausted, take the day off. Go home. Rest.”I blinked.My father, Commander of No Excuses, King of Endure or Die Trying, had just told me to rest.Was I dreaming?My throat tightened.He’d never believed in weakness. In our house, you climbed the wall or broke it down wi

Draven’s POVIt was a nightmare.My sons, both of them, dead.I jolted awake with their screams echoing in my skull. Sweat clung to my skin.I had to see them… now.The sun had just broken the horizon when I stormed through the hallway like a storm in flesh, my coat billowing behind me.The walls blurred. My pulse roared in my ears. My eyes burned, glowing crimson with panic and unspoken dread.I slammed Kelvin’s bedroom door open, breath caught in my throat. I was expecting to find my son unconscious, as he’d been all night.But the bed was empty.The bed was in shambles. The sheets were ruffled, stained faintly with dried blood.A pillow on the floor. The window, unlatched, a cold breeze curling in like a phantom’s touch.My heart dropped like a stone in my chest.No. Not again.“Kael?” I barked, already pivoting toward the next room, where Kael was. I had to check on him too.Though he was stronger than Kelvin, he always had been.He’d regained consciousness hours ago after the gun

Kelvin’s POVThe knock was soft. Hesitant.That alone made my stomach turn.My father never knocked like that. And he was never hesitant.I stood in front of the mirror, my shoulders tight, smoothing wax through my hair. “Come in, Dad.”The heavy oak door creaked as it opened.I didn’t turn.I was adjusting my tie now, watching him through the mirror. He looked immaculate, pressed black coat, silver embroidery gleaming at the cuffs like threads of frost.“I know how you feel about her,” he said.I blinked. The air grew thin.“About who?”His eyes narrowed. Cold. Calculating. “Diana. Don’t insult me by pretending I can’t see it.”My stomach twisted. I turned to face him. “Dad… why are you here?”He raised a hand, silencing me. “It doesn’t matter why I’m here. What matters is that tonight, you’ll keep your feelings to yourself. No outbursts. No scenes. She’s being introduced to the Council… as Kael’s mate.”My breath hitched. “What? You can’t be serious. You’re really going through with

Kelvin’s POVFrom the high window of my room, tucked within the towering walls of the estate, I watched her.Diana.She stepped from the white limo like a dream given flesh. Moonlight spilled across her blonde curls, turning them to liquid silver. Her dress shimmered with every step, catching starlight like it was made from constellations. She moved with the grace of someone trying not to be seen, but to me, she was the only thing that existed.Her friend followed closely, but I barely registered her. Every movement Diana made was poetry, even in her nerves.I pressed my palm against the glass. Cold. Unlike the heat pounding in my chest. My heart was a wild, caged thing, slamming against my ribs.There were a thousand feet and a dozen walls between us.But I had never felt closer.My heart gave a slow, painful thud.I’d tried. God knew I’d tried. Tried to stay away, to obey, to forget what I shouldn’t feel, but I just can't.Then I saw them.Abigail and Vicky. Two vampires from the Ac

Eva’s POVI had followed Diana through the crowd, my shoes clicking desperately against the marble floor.Up ahead, Kael’s broad figure stormed into the night, Diana trailing after him, small and uncertain in his shadow.“Diana! Wait!” I called.But my voice vanished into the darkness.She didn’t hear me.I hurried, dodging through the last of the guests, just as I reached the edge of the garden hedge.Kael’s voice cut through the night like a blade.It stopped me cold.Now I stood at the edge of the garden path, frozen behind a rose bush, watching the scene unfold like a nightmare.His words were vicious. Cruel. Sharpened to wound. He hurled them at her over and over like crashing waves.“Don’t flatter yourself, girl. I don’t deal with desperate mortals. Try someone else.” He growled.Diana stood frozen in the moonlight. Her face was pale, her lips trembling.My breath caught. Why is he saying this?I wanted to scream. To stop him. But I didn’t move.Kael was our alpha, powerful, unp