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CHAPTER 180: Betrayal From Trusted

Sera's POV My heart pounded so fast and hard I thought it might burst from my chest. The only word that mattered ‘Gracia is wounded’ echoed through my mind like a siren, drowning out everything else. I could feel his pain now, his fear, his desperation. The bond between us had been quiet all morning, but now it was screaming.Why couldn't I feel him before? What happened to our bond?I was running before I knew it, my bare feet slapping against the cold mrble floor. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I didn't care. I couldn't care. I had to get to him. I had to see him.The main packhouse doors loomed ahead. I burst through them just as the scouts and warriors carried Gracia inside. He was being supported by four men, his body limp, his head lolling back. His sky-blue shirt was crimson—soaked in blood from his chest to his waist."No…" The word tore from my throat. "No, no, no…"Cha

CHAPTER 181: The Siege of Ironhold

Sera's POV The sound echoed through the packhouse like a death knell."Go to the mansion now!" My father's voice thundered, cutting through the chaos. "Take as many warriors as you can! There's no one in the mansion to protect them!"Walter moved faster than I had ever seen him move, disappearing through the door with a squad of warriors at his heels. The sound of their boots faded into the distance, swallowed by the growing noise of battle outside.Gracia stood, swaying slightly. I rushed to his side, supporting him.My father turned to him, his face grim. "Can you fight?"Gracia nodded, his jaw tight. "I can't shift," he admitted, his voice strained. "But I can fight with weapons."Orin studied him for a moment, then nodded. "Better than nothing."I ran.I burst into the living room, my heart pounding. Sela was still sleeping peacefully in her crib, her small chest rising and falling in the gentle rhythm

CHAPTER 182: Black Fury VS Brown Monster

Gracia's POV Everything around me had shrunk down to one point of focus.There I was, standing at the wrecked gate, my sword still dripping blood, my rifle tossed aside and empty. The battle swirled around me—warriors clashing, metal ringing, and the sound of the dying echoing in the chaos. But my attention was glued to the center of the courtyard, where two giants were about to clash.The brown wolf was a beast, no doubt about it. He towered over every wolf I’d ever seen, muscles rippling under his thick fur. He was at least two heads taller than average, his massive form blocking out the light that shone behind him. He had already taken out dozens of our warriors without breaking a sweat, sending their bodies flying like they were nothing.But Orin? He wasn’t just any wolf.My father-in-law was a giant too—a black wolf with eyes like glowing embers. While he wasn’t quite as big as the brown behemoth, he

CHAPTER 183: Fallen Alpha

Gracia's POV The field beyond the compound walls was a nightmare of chaos and blood.I ran through the shattered gate, my sword in one hand, a fallen warrior's rifle in the other. The West warriors were fleeing, but they were too many. Some had turned to fight, driven by desperation or loyalty to their dead Alpha. The Ironhold warriors surged forward, meeting them head-on.The battle was devastating. There was no order now, no formations, no strategy—just chaos. Guns fired from every direction, the cracks and booms deafening. Swords clashed, steel against steel. Wolves shifted, their massive forms tearing through enemy lines. Cars burned in the distance, their twisted metal frames blackened by flames. Snipers on the walls picked off enemies from afar, but there were too many to stop.The ground was slick with blood. Bodies lay everywhere—some Ironhold, some West. I stepped over them, my boots squelching in the mud and gore. The a

CHAPTER 184: The Curse Child

Gracia's POV The world stopped.Not in the way people say when they're surprised. Not in the way love makes you feel. No. The world actually stopped. I couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything. Couldn't see anything except the body in my arms and the blood on my hands.Orin's body was still warm. His eyes were closed. His face was peaceful, like he was just sleeping. But I knew he wasn't. I knew he would never wake up. I knew he was gone.‘He's dead. He's dead… He's dead.’The words echoed through my mind, hollow and meaningless. I couldn't process them. I couldn't accept them. I just held him, my arms wrapped around his still form, my face burned by crying. I knew I was crying. But I couldn't feel the tears.‘Gracia… E-Eve, Esme and Arthur are… dead.’Sera's words cut through the void like a blade. I heard them. I understood them. But I couldn't feel them. I was hollow.

CHAPTER 185: Greatest Alpha

Damian's POV The night is quiet. Peaceful. Beautiful in the way only darkness can be when it holds no threat.I sit on the bench, my legs stretched out, my back against the cold wood. Beside me, Gracia sits with his elbows on his knees, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that has long gone cold. Across from us, Greta is wrapped in a shawl, her face pale in the moonlight.We have been listening to Gracia's past since morning. The sun rose, climbed to its peak, and fell into darkness. And still, we sit here, listening to the story of a man who has endured more pain than anyone should ever have to bear.I thought I knew suffering. I thought losing my parents at a young age, raising Maya alone, leading a pack through war—that was pain. That was sacrifice. I carried that weight like a badge of honor.But listening to Gracia, I realize how naive I was.He was a child when his mother was killed. A slave when he was s

CHAPTER 186: Shadow In Dark

Damian's POV "I won't be able to kill her if this is happening…"I freeze. My body goes still. My heart pounds against my ribs.I peer slowly around the corner. It's Mary. She's standing in the dark edge of the hallway, her phone pressed to her ear, her back to me. She doesn't see me. She doesn't know I'm there.I press myself against the wall, barely breathing, straining to hear every word."I know, I know… but she's getting better. That Silvermoon Luna is healing her faster than I anticipated. She's talking, laughing… she hasn't done that in years. If she keeps improving, I won't be able to…"A pause. She listens to the person on the other end."I understand… I understand. But you need to give me more time. I can't… I can't do it now. Not when this Silvermoon pups is here."Another pause. Her voice grows sharper, more desperate."What do you mean I have to find a

CHAPTER 187: Eager Warriors

Selena's POV The morning light streams through the tall windows of Sera's chamber, soft and golden. I sit beside her bed, my hands pressed gently to her chest, the warmth of my gift flowing through her body. Her breathing is easier now. The color has returned to her cheeks. Every day, she grows stronger.Greta stands nearby, holding a small cup of dark liquid. Gracia is on the other side of the bed, his hand wrapped around Sera's, his eyes fixed on her face with an intensity that makes my heart ache.I pull my hands back, the glow fading. "She's improving. The poison is weakening. Another few days, and she'll be able to sit up on her own."Gracia's shoulders sag with relief. "Thank you, Luna. I don't know how to…""Don't," I interrupt gently. "Just be here for her. That's enough."Greta steps forward with the cup. "I've prepared a new herbal remedy. It's bitter, I won't lie, but it will help her."Sera eyes

CHAPTER 188: Lily's Grandmother

Sera's POV The room is quiet now. Greta sits in the chair beside my bed, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes distant. The afternoon light filters through the curtains, soft and golden, casting long shadows across the floor.Selena, Damian, and Gracia left hours ago. The children went with them. It's just us now—two women who have known loss, who have carried grief like a second skin."Tell me about yourself," I say softly. "About your daughter. Your mate. How many grandchildren do you have?"Greta is silent for a long moment. I think she might not answer. Then she lets out a slow breath, and her eyes grow distant."My father was an advisor at Silvermoon," she begins, her voice quiet. "He advised Alpha Aldric. My mother was the personal maid of Luna Margaret… Damian's grandmother. They were trusted. Respected. They had everything they could ever want."I wait."But they were greedy," Greta continues, her vo

CHAPTER 189: Second Attempt

Selena's POV The room is warm, lit by the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, Asher on my lap, his tiny legs kicking as I fasten a fresh nappy around him. Lydia is beside me, squirming, her small hands reaching for the phone above her. She's already managed to pull off her own nappy twice."You're impossible," I murmur to her, laughing softly. "Just like your father."Lydia gurgles in response, as if agreeing with me.Lily is sprawled on the bed beside us, her chin resting on her folded arms, her legs waving in the air. She's been watching me change the twins for the past ten minutes, utterly fascinated."Selena," Lily says, her voice full of wonder. "Their cheeks are so soft. Like clouds. Can I touch again?""Of course," I say. "Gentle, though."Lily reaches out, her small fingers brushing Asher's chubby cheek. Asher coos, his eyes fluttering closed. Lily giggles. Then she touche

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