HANNAH’S POVThe dim light in the interrogation room seemed to press down on me, heavy and suffocating, feeding the storm raging in my chest. My fists clenched so tightly that my nails bit into my palms.Across the cold metal table, Vivian sat shackled to a silver chair, right where Cecilia had been just hours ago. Her wrists were bound, the restraints gleaming like cruel ornaments. Yet, she lounged there as though she were on a break—her expression blank, her eyes cold and distant. It was the calm that infuriated me most.“Why?” The word slipped from my lips, low and broken, before I could stop it. My voice wavered, raw with desperation. “Why did you do it? Why did you try to kill my son?”Vivian tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into the faintest smirk. It wasn’t even an effortful smirk—it was lazy, like she barely cared enough to insult me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her tone so cool it felt like a slap. “And honestly, I’m tired of your little dram
HANNAH’S POVXavier opened the car door and gestured for me to get in. “Let’s go home,” he said. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”I hesitated but slid into the seat, gripping it tightly as he closed the door behind me.Once inside Xavier’s car, the weight of it all crashed over me like a tidal wave. My chest tightened, and tears spilled before I could stop them—hot and unstoppable.I curled into myself, hands trembling as I pressed my face into them, trying to muffle the sound of my sobs. The memory of what I’d almost done burned behind my eyelids, sharp and vivid.I could still feel the cold fury in my hands, see Vivian’s terrified face, and hear the crackle of my own rage.I hadn’t recognized myself back there. That person—the one who nearly killed her—was someone I didn’t know. Someone capable of murder.But then I thought about Ella—sweet, innocent Ella—who had died the death meant for my son. My Jackson. My precious little boy. The thought clawed at my chest, and all I could se
HANNAH’S POVTwo days had crawled by since Vivian was thrown into the dungeon, and in all that time, not a single word had escaped her lips. Her silence was oppressive—an unrelenting shadow that loomed over Xavier and Kas as they worked tirelessly to piece together fragments of evidence against her. The weight of it all pressed harder with each passing hour.Meanwhile, Cecilia, her mother, had been released the moment Vivian was detained. Cecilia hadn’t stopped seeking me out since. Each encounter felt like an open wound—her pleas, her grief, her desperate cries. Today was no different.She stood before me now, trembling, her face streaked with tears that never seemed to dry. Her hands clutched at the fabric of her dress as though holding on for dear life.“Please, Hannah,” she sobbed, her voice cracking like brittle glass. “I’m begging you. I know what she’s done is beyond forgiveness, but she’s my only child. I can’t lose her. Please, talk to Xavier. Convince him to show her mercy.”
ANDREW’S POVI moved swiftly through the silent corridors of the pack’s central quarters, my heartbeat hammering a rhythm of disbelief and dread. The air was thick with tension, every breath laced with the acrid bitterness of betrayal. Luna Vivian’s attempt to poison Jackson—Hannah’s innocent boy—was a wildfire consuming every conversation, every corner, every mind.I couldn’t stop replaying the news in my head. Vivian, who always kept her disdain for Hannah simmering just beneath the surface, had sunk to a level I hadn’t thought possible. A child? It was monstrous. My thoughts tangled with questions I couldn’t answer: What was Hannah feeling right now? And Coby—how did one begin to grapple with the truth that their mate had tried to murder their son?As I neared Coby’s quarters, I saw him standing at the door, his back hunched as he fumbled with his keys. His movements were sluggish, deliberate, like he was holding himself together by threads too frayed to last.“Coby,” I called, kee
ANDREW’S POVAs I hurried home, the cool breeze kissed my face, but it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. Meeting Lily’s mother wasn’t just another dinner—it felt like stepping into a spotlight, every move scrutinized, every word weighed.Lily had assured me her mom already liked me, but the stakes were too high for me to believe it without question. I wasn’t just meeting her mother. I was meeting her future. Our future.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I headed straight for the bathroom. Hot water streamed over my shoulders, its soothing warmth unraveling the knots of tension in my muscles—though not in my mind.“Just be yourself,” Lily’s voice echoed in my head, calm and sweet, like a melody I couldn’t stop replaying. But what if myself wasn’t good enough? What if I said the wrong thing or—God forbid—spilled wine on her mother’s favorite tablecloth?Shaking off the thought, I stepped out of the shower, water droplets trailing down my skin as I reached for a t
XAVIER’S POVThe lab results left no room for doubt. The poison Coby found at Vivian’s mother’s house wasn’t just similar—it was the exact compound that had taken Ella’s life. My chest tightened as I stared at the report on my phone, the stark clarity of the truth sending a chill through me.Ella had been more than a pack member—she was family, a light snuffed out far too soon. And now, I finally knew who had extinguished that light.Vivian.For a moment, I forced my fingers to type a message to Hannah: It’s confirmed. The poison matches. I’m heading to the prison to confront her. I might be home late.I didn’t wait for a reply. My Lycan stirred, its anger simmering just beneath my skin. It wanted vengeance. So did I.The prison loomed in the distance, its walls stark against the inky night. The heavy clang of the entrance gate echoed in my ears as I pushed through. I barely acknowledged the guards as I walked in. They knew why I was there. Everyone did.When I reached her cell, Vivia
Xavier’s POVVivian’s smirk was a mask—defiant and cold—but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else: triumph, maybe, or desperation masquerading as confidence. Her voice dripped with mockery, each word slow and deliberate.“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” she said, her tone sweet like poisoned honey. “But perhaps you should start looking a little closer at the people around you. Not everyone’s as loyal as they seem. Not everyone is who they say they are.”Her words crawled under my skin, igniting a low, simmering anger that threatened to boil over. My jaw tightened, and I felt the sharp edges of my teeth grind together.“Enough of your games, Vivian.” My voice was measured, but a tremor of fury crept in. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”Her smirk widened, and she tilted her head slightly, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Oh, but I don’t need to spell it out,” she said with a casual shrug. “Truth has a way of revealing itself. And when it does? Let
VIVIAN’S POVThe cell was cold, and the stone floor bit into my knees as I huddled in the corner, my body wracked with exhaustion. My tears had long dried, leaving my face sticky and my throat raw. The reality of what Xavier had said—three days until your execution—echoed in my mind like a death knell.How had it come to this?I hadn’t meant for Ella to eat the cake. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. Eva and Elder Elijah were the masterminds, whispering their schemes and dragging me into their web. Yet here I was, alone in this cell, paying the ultimate price while they walked free.And then there was her.Hannah.The wretched woman who’d ruined everything. She was Xavier’s weakness, his soft spot. She had whispered in his ears and hardened his heart against my plea. I was sure of it. She had told him I was irredeemable, that I needed to die. It had to be her idea.But if I was going to die, I wouldn’t go down alone. My lips curled into a bitter smile at the thought. I’d take the
COBY’S POVThe way Elijah was looking at me, I was sure he would expose me—so certain he would let slip something that would ruin everything. But to my surprise, he didn’t. He kept his composure, playing along just as we had agreed. I exhaled, relieved, though my heart was still pounding in my chest.Ross turned to Elijah, his tone shifting to something more private, more serious. “We have things to discuss,” he said, glancing at me as if I were suddenly an outsider.I tensed, curious about what they needed to talk about. Whatever it was, I needed to know. But before I could say anything, Ross looked at me sharply. “Excuse us, Coby. This is between Elijah and me.”I nodded stiffly, swallowing the bitter frustration that rose in my throat. I had no choice. “Of course, Ross,” I said, bowing my head before turning and walking out.The door closed behind me with a heavy thud. I leaned back against it, pressing my ear against the wood. I tried to focus, to pick up any sound of their conver
COBY’S POVThe moment Ross said he was going to take Xavier’s family and make him watch, the world seemed to tilt. My stomach dropped to the floor, and a cold sweat prickled at the back of my neck. My heart thudded unevenly, like a drumbeat gone wrong, and for a second, I couldn’t breathe.But I couldn’t let Ross see. I couldn’t. My face hardened, my jaw tightening as I shoved the panic down, burying it deep. I’d spent months perfecting this mask—cold, unfeeling, loyal. But inside, I was screaming.Hannah. Her name echoed in my mind, sharp and suffocating. Her laugh, her smile, and our son—our son—his tiny hands clutching mine, his wide, trusting eyes. Xavier loved him like his own. If Ross touched them... if he even looked at them... I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t.I swallowed, my throat dry as sandpaper, and forced myself to think. Think, Coby. Think. I couldn’t protect them openly—not without Ross figuring it out. But I had to do something. Anything to stop this madness.I
ROSS’S POVFor ten years, I’ve waited. Ten long years, each one heavier than the last. The weight of her absence has never lifted, never faded. Laila. My mate. My beautiful light. She was the only good thing in my life, the only person who could see past the darkness inside me. And he took her from me.Xavier.I don’t care if it was an accident. What matters is that her blood spilled at his fucking hands. What matters is that I had to watch as the life drained from her beautiful eyes—the same eyes that used to look at me with nothing but love. Xavier stole her from me, and for that, he must pay. He will pay.I’ve bided my time, waiting, planning, gathering my strength. Over the years, I’ve had offers—wolves eager to see Xavier fall. But none of them understood what it would take. It wasn’t enough to just kill him. No. That would be too easy, too quick. I needed him to suffer. I needed him to feel the same pain that has torn me apart every single day since I lost her.For ten years, I’v
XAVIER’S POVThe moment Hannah told me she was pregnant, the world seemed to stop. A rush of joy—raw and electric—surged through me, so intense it stole my breath. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a second, I couldn’t speak.Another baby. A piece of us.I pulled her into my arms, holding her so tightly I worried I might hurt her. But she laughed—a sound so light and full of hope it made my chest ache. I kissed her, my hands trembling against her face, and for that one perfect moment, everything else faded away.But as we left the hospital, the joy began to crack.Ross.The name slithered into my mind like a snake, cold and unrelenting. My stomach twisted, and I clenched my fists to keep them from shaking. He was out there. Watching. Waiting. The thought of him anywhere near Hannah, near Jackson—near this new life growing inside her—made my blood run cold.I could almost see his face: that cruel smirk, those empty, cold eyes. My jaw tightened, and I forced myself to breathe, to ke
Hannah’s POVThe thought made me smile, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. I needed to be sure before I said anything to Xavier. The last thing I wanted was to raise his hopes—or mine—if it wasn’t true. Still, the possibility made me feel warm inside, and I couldn’t help but imagine another child, a sibling for Jackson.Once I was dressed, I found Xavier already waiting for me, his eyes watching my every move. He didn’t say much, but the way he hovered close to me, the gentle touches on my arm and back, spoke volumes. He was worried, though trying to hide it. I could tell.As we headed downstairs, I kept thinking about that small possibility—could I really be pregnant?Jackson was still fast asleep when we peeked into his room. His little body was curled up under the blankets, clutching his stuffed bunny. I smiled at the sight, but my thoughts wandered to how different things could be soon if there was a new addition to the family. The idea made my heart flutter."Let’s go befo
HANNAH’S POVI stirred awake the next morning, feeling the warmth of Xavier’s body beside me. His lips brushed against my cheek, trailing down to my collarbone, and I smiled before my eyes even opened. When they did, he was there—his face inches from mine, his dark emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as he grinned down at me.“Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep.I reached up to touch his face, my fingers grazing the stubble along his jaw. “Morning,” I whispered back, my voice still thick with sleep.He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine, but I turned my face away with a playful squeal. “Xavier, no! I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”He chuckled, the sound warm and rich, and I felt it vibrate through his chest. “I don’t care,” he said, his breath tickling my ear. “You’re still you.”Before I could protest again, his lips found mine—soft and insistent. I melted into him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His kiss was slow and deliberat
HANNAH’S POVThe dinner table felt too big tonight. The empty chair across from me glared like an accusation. The food in front of me had long lost its steam—the mashed potatoes hardening at the edges, the chicken growing cold.It wasn’t like him to be late, not like this. He’d been so absorbed in finding Elijah ever since he disappeared, and I understood the toll it was taking on him. He wouldn’t let it go until he found the truth, no matter how long it took. But tonight… something felt off. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t just about Elijah.I sighed softly, a mix of frustration and worry swirling inside me. I’d been waiting so long, hoping for a message, for any sign that he was coming home soon. Just as I was about to call him, my phone buzzed on the table. My heart leaped as I saw it was a message from Xavier.“I won’t be home for dinner. Don’t wait up. Kiss Jackson goodnight for me.”I stared at the message, my chest tightening. Another long night without him. But I u
XAVIER’S POVThe door clicked softly as Kas left, but the sound barely registered. My mind was already unraveling, pulled back into the past by a force I couldn’t fight. The office—its polished wood, the faint scent of ink and leather—faded into nothingness.All I could see was her. Laila. My baby sister. Her face, so full of life, so full of light, flashed before me, and the ache in my chest—the one that never truly left—flared like a fresh wound.“Xavier, you’re being unreasonable!” Her voice echoed in my mind, sharp and pleading all at once. I could still see her standing there, hands on her hips, those wide, gentle eyes blazing with frustration. “Ross isn’t the monster you think he is. He’s my mate, Xavier. My mate. Don’t you understand what that means?”I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening as I glared at her. “I understand perfectly, Laila. I understand that the Moon Goddess made a mistake. Ross is a killer, a predator. He thrives on chaos and bloodshed. You’re too good for him
XAVIER’S POVThe sun was starting to set as I stood by the window in my office, my fingers gripping the sill until my knuckles turned white. The view below should have been comforting—the sprawling territory of the Shadow Moon Pack, alive with movement and purpose. But today, it felt like a taunt. Everything was as it should be, except for the one thing that wasn’t.Elijah.He was still gone. Vanished. Like a ghost.My men had scoured every inch of the territory, chased every lead, but he’d slipped through our fingers again and again. And now? Nothing. Not a trace. Not a whisper. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole. The frustration gnawed at me, a relentless ache in my chest. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was failing everyone.Elijah wasn’t the first to disappear. Alpha Coby had done the same—vanished into thin air after being found guilty of Vivian’s murder. One moment he was there, and the next… gone. Like smoke. I’d sent messages to every neighboring pack, called i