Liliana’s POV
My footsteps lead me in a disoriented loop and I follow, lost in the moment and void of thoughts, and before I realize it, I am back at the bar where I first encountered Landon on my twenty-first birthday. The bar is loud and full of people swaying to the hectic tune that the DJ is spinning. I am not exactly in a mood to party but I find myself weaving my way through the crowd and onwards towards the bartender’s table.
I quietly take an empty seat and wearily look around. The place holds memories of a different time, a time when I was blissfully unaware of the chaos that would unravel my life. A time when all was as simple as A, B, C.
I think back to one of my lessons with Evander. He had taught me the theory of the butterfly effect, he taught me of what I have come to experience. This place...this is where it all began. The little butterfly that now is two universes colliding,
Kaden’s POVI sit at the head of the long meeting table, not really listening to the words flying back and forth between my leaders. They are discussing where to find Aden. That son of a bitch has gone into hiding after the fall of Antonio Ross and though I would love more than anything to skin that coward alive, my mind keeps drifting off. In fact, I find it increasingly hard to concentrate with each passing second.‘Kaden,’ Lucifer, my wolf taunts, ‘you're done for. Liliana has you wrapped around her fingers. You'll be her submissive and she your dom. Imagine her dog walking you on the streets of your pack. You'll be a good little pet for her.’I growl and the heated discussion at the meeting table suddenly comes to a standstill.“Alpha?” Marcus looks at me and I dismiss his question with a wave of my hand.“Conti
Kaden’s POVFuck my cowardice.I need her more than my pride. I need her more than the all-consuming fear.The decision to find Liliana becomes clear to me. The thoughts of losing her, I cannot bear that. How can I explain everything to her? How can I make her understand?"My Lord." I hear a call from the corner of my palace from where I stand. The person comes running and I can hear his thundering heartbeat as he reaches me, out of breath. I turn over to see a servant of mine."I have information to relay.""Then do it." My face scorn, each and every muscle contort to a frown."It’s about Liliana, my Lord."I find myself drawing a sharp breath. “What about Liliana?”"She….she has gone to Alpha Landon's penthouse."“I see.&
Liliana’s POVHours have gone by and I realize I am lost. I do not even know where I am. But one thing I do know, I am tired, and I am hungry. My stomach twists in knots and I feel nausea rising within me, telling me that my child is hungry, my child needs to feed.I gaze around, frantically searching for refuge and food, wondering if I should retrace my steps back to Azure or the Woodlands but I know the moment I step into my own pack, both Kaden and Landon will come for me.I cannot go back. I will not go back.I trudge on, stumbling from town to town until I reach the outskirts and by the time the sun sets, I reach a clearance and see a camp in the distance. Tents raised, boxes, bags and most importantly, there is food. I see apples, oranges and bread laid out on crates. There is even a turkey roasting over a campfire. From afar, I hear the sound of merry laughter and people
Liliana’s POVTWO MONTHS LATERIt has been two months since I left Kaden's ornamented shithole of a castle and came into the sanctuary of the rogues. Gone are the tents as we have moved to a new facility; it is a little apartment of five storeys where each family share a unit. I have been given a unit on the third floor next to Paula’s unit.The passage of time has brought noticeable changes to my body, even if my belly isn’t quite yet showing. The hormones did their thing with me though. My skin is radiating, my breasts have taken a new, fuller form and boy has my appetite increased by leaps and bounds. I cannot quite tolerate plain water though. They nauseate me for some reason. And ginger, I love gingers, I do not know why.Yes, it is a she. And she will be blessed.My days have taken on a comforting routine. Evander comes to visit almost eve
Evander’s POVSitting in the cosy cottage nestled in the heart of the forest, I share a pot of tea with Lucius, my father; the last surviving Frost brother. Kaden and Landon's fathers fell in battle while expanding their territories, leaving their legacies to be carried out by their sons.My father on the other hand had always shied away from bloodshed, preferring not to join the prower struggle for the Alpha title of the Frostbite pack and has therefore been blessed with a quiet life. A peaceful life. A long life.The forest's leafy scent lingers in the air, reminding me of our kinship with the wilderness that surrounds us. Father's eyes, filled with wisdom, meet mine as he takes a sip of his Earl Grey. They have seen much, much more than I have ever experienced."How is the rogue pack?" he asks.I can sense father's curiosity about the rogue
Evander’s POVI have never felt so much pain before, not even when mother died.A surge of indescribable rage and grief engulfs me as I witness Liliana’s fall. Time seems to warp and it feels as if my reality begins to dilate, almost like I have the power to stop, change or prevent all this from happening. But I am no god. do not have the power to save her. And I hate myself for this. Landing with feline grace, my agile frame withstands the impact effortlessly. The scene unfolds before me - chaos, fire, and screams echoing in the night. Aden's men, remnants of a cruel onslaught, are pursued by the relentless fury of my rogue companions.But my eyes are on only one person.Liliana Ross.She is lying face up on the ground, her lips closed, matching her closed eyes. She looks so peaceful, almost as if she is a
Liliana’s POVThe sterile white walls of the ICU surround me as my eyes open up, the soft hum of machines and the distant beep of monitors creating a weird harmony.There is a figure by my side, holding tightly onto my hand. My brows furrow as I strain to see who it is and it takes a while for my blurry vision to begin to clear.It is Venice, the chambermaid.“Liliana! Thank Goddess you’re awake!” she starts to cry, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and tension. “I thought you were going to die! Alpha Kaden was so furious and he ordered for me to come immediately and –“Huh?"What are you talking about?" I manage to rasp out, my throat dry and ashy. I need a drink. Something sweet and cooling maybe.Venice hesitates, her gaze shifting away before settling on mine.
Liliana’s POVI open my eyes to a meadow of ethereal beauty—a canvas painted by nature itself. The air is filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers, their hues more vibrant than anything I have ever seen. The grass beneath me is like a velvety carpet, inviting me to sink into its comforting embrace.Am I in heaven?I sit up, taking in the beauty of the surroundings, and from the distance, I see a figure emerge from the golden glow of the field.A woman, radiant and otherworldly, with hair that cascades down like a waterfall of moonlit silk. Her eyes shimmer with a profound serenity, reflecting the tranquillity that blankets this surreal landscape.I should be on the edge, I should have my guard up but for some reason, I feel at ease in the presence of this woman. The woman reaches where I stand."Hello, Liliana," she speaks, h