Kylie’s PovIn the chaos, I swiftly pull Ryan behind me as Sarah, in a fit of hysteria, points a gun at me. Arnold attempts to defuse the situation, calmly urging, “Sarah, put the gun down.” But she remains unresponsive.Karl, seemingly entertained, remarks, “Sarah, oh Sarah, did you really think that you would win? You know, when you told me what you did, I realized I didn't really want to work with someone so delirious and desperate.” All eyes now shift to Karl, waiting for the next twist in this convoluted tale.Unfazed, Sarah redirects the gun towards Karl, accusing, “You're one to talk. Weren't you as desperate as I am, destroying everything in your way just to get to Kylie?” Karl chuckles and retorts, “At least I didn't fake my mate bond with someone who clearly doesn't love me.”My eyes widened in realization of Karl's revelation. Arnold, bewildered, demands an explanation from Sarah: “What? Sarah, what is he talking about?” Sarah, attempting to approach Arnold, replies, “Arnol
Arnold’s PovAfter Frederick's funeral, life gradually resumed its normal pace for many, but for Ryan, Kylie, and me, it marked the beginning of a new chapter as a family. The once-tangled threads of our lives now weave together in a newfound harmony.Emily, remorseful for her role in the events that transpired, decided to break the spell that hindered Ryan's connection with his mother. Simultaneously, the barrier that prevented me from sensing Ryan's presence was lifted. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and I could feel my son's emotions as strongly as I felt Kylie's.In a poignant moment, Kylie and I decided to complete the mating ceremony that had been interrupted a decade ago by the chaos caused by my mother. Kylie, now the Luna of the pack, welcomed this union, solidifying our bond as mates. The day before the ceremony, she introduced me formally to Ryan as his father. The joy in his eyes and the warmth in his embrace as he called me “Dad” created a profound sense of complete
KYLIE'S POV It's been two long years since Liam left us, and the pain lingers like a haunting melody in the background of my life. Every day feels like a battle between the memories of that fateful day and the need to move forward.As I recall that afternoon, the park where joy was supposed to fill the air turned into a stage for a tragedy. Liam's innocent excitement echoed in my mind as we arrived, planning to take a hot-air balloon ride. He and Cole were so captivated by the balloons that they literally forgot me in the car.I stuck my head out of the car, reminding them of my presence, and Cole's realization brought a mix of laughter and apology. The way he admired Liam, calling him “my son,” sparked a playful exchange between us. Little did we know that these light-hearted moments would soon be shattered.As we turned to meet Liam, a screeching sound cut through the air, and terror gripped my soul. A car raced towards Liam, and before we could utter a word, tragedy unfolded. Help
Kylie’s PovKylie, those first two months felt like an endless abyss of grief and guilt. I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to save our son. Each day was a struggle, and I drowned in self-blame, refusing to let anyone pull me out of that dark place. Cole, desperate to reach me, tried everything. He pleaded, he persuaded, but I built walls around my pain, shutting him out.I moved into another room, isolating myself from everyone and everything. Days passed without eating or letting anyone in. Cole, using our mental link, reached out countless times, his voice a mix of concern and heartache. He begged me to stop hurting myself, insisting that my pain was tearing him apart. I blocked him, not wanting to hear anymore, wanting to be left alone in my despair.The exhaustion reached a breaking point, and one day, I fainted. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed with drips attached, and Cole was sleeping in a chair beside me. Seeing his peaceful sleeping form, so similar t
Arnold’s PovBabe, get out of bed. Let's get to the hospital for your antenatal,” I shout upstairs to Kylie, my beautiful mate, and Luna. As she groans and rolls over, I can't help but marvel at the strength of the woman I love. We've come so far, especially considering the pain we endured after losing Liam. Now, we're expecting a baby, a symbol of hope and renewal.We decided to move out of the pack house, drowning in memories of Liam. It was a tough decision, but it became necessary for our healing. We built a new house close to the lake, where Kylie and I shared our first kiss. Initially skeptical about the idea, I now see the wisdom in Kylie's decision. The house turned out better than I could have imagined—a cozy and warm haven that Kylie designed with her innate talent for interior design.Running upstairs, I find Kylie still in bed. “Come on, baby, it's time for the antenatal. You're about to be late,” I urged her. She pleads for five more minutes, and I oblige, covering her w
Arnold's PovThe next day, the doctor releases us to go home, and Kylie sighs in relief, visibly tired of staying in the hospital. Gently helping her to the car, she settles in the back seat with the baby. As I turn around and get into the car, we head home, eager to start this new chapter of our lives.Upon arriving home, we're met with a surprising welcome party for the baby, organized by the pack. Kylie's eyes widen in surprise as we open the door, and the pack members scream, “surprise!” Tears enter her eyes, and the baby is slightly startled by the sudden noise. I take the baby gently from her arms, sensing her slight overwhelm as everyone rushes towards her to catch a glimpse of the newborn. She looks at me with gratitude, and I feel a sense of protectiveness.The pack members approach one by one, greeting Kylie and admiring the baby in my arms. Pride glows in my eyes as they marvel at their future Luna. After everyone gets a look at the baby, the atmosphere becomes lively, with
Arnold's PovThe day of Allegra's naming ceremony is filled with anticipation and excitement. We decided to celebrate the occasion with a grand gathering in the pack's ceremonial hall, adorned with vibrant decorations and fragrant flowers.As guests start to arrive, the air is filled with laughter and chatter. Kylie and I, dressed in traditional attire, greet everyone with smiles and gratitude for joining us on this special day. The ceremonial hall echoes with the sounds of joy, and the aroma of delicious food wafts through the air.I find Kylie carefully cradling Allegra in her arms, and she looks radiant in her happiness. “Are you ready for this, Luna?” I ask, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.Kylie nods, her eyes shining with maternal pride. “Absolutely, Alpha. This is such a beautiful moment for our family and the pack.”The ceremony begins with the traditional howling of the pack elders, invoking the spirit of the moon goddess to bless Allegra. The atmosphere is charged with
Kylie's PovThe moon's gentle glow dances on the serene lake, casting a mesmerizing spell over our intimate moment. Arnold and I share a swim, but an unspoken unease hangs in the air, like a shadow intruding on our celebration.I catch the subtle shift in Arnold's demeanor. “What's on your mind?” I ask, concerned about wrinkling my forehead.He hesitates, then confesses, “I don't know. It just feels like something is wrong.”Worry floods my gaze as I suggest we head back. Arnold reassures me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. “It's just a feeling; it might be nothing.”In an attempt to lighten the mood, he twirls me in the water, and I respond with a playful splash. For a moment, we lose ourselves in the simple joy of being together.As we float side by side, our brief escape is shattered by a sudden intrusion into my mind. Bob's urgent voice echoes through our pack link, breaking the spell. “The pack is under attack.”My heart quickens, and the weight of his words settles over us