What plan do you think Giselle would come up with?
Giselle’s POVEverybody had just left after the Pack Doctor pushed everyone away so I could have my full rest. Once everyone was gone, silence filled the room once again, and my deafening thoughts started to get the best of me again. A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I stared at my pregnant belly. “You are punishing me for harming you,” I muttered bitterly as I drew my hand in circles on top of my belly. I tried to harm her, and right afterward, she gave me this surprise. I flinched when someone just barged into my room and flew my door open. I pushed myself up to a sitting position as I waited to see who that was. My body tensed up when I saw Damien appear in the corner of my room. “Damien?” My brows furrowed when I saw him appear at the corner of my room. “What are you doing here?” I questioned him as I scooted far from him. “We need to talk,” Damien answered tersely as he locked the door behind him and made his way towards me. “This is dangerous!” I hissed at him. “Do
Damien’s POVMy blood boiled in anger as I stormed out of the Packhouse. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white as my conversation with Giselle seared in my mind. The way Giselle disregarded our child is what angered me the most. How could any mother be so callous, utterly indifferent to their own child? Never in my life had I ever encountered such a blatant disregard before. I shifted to my stormy grey wolf as soon as I reached the clearing. I used my anger to fuel my legs, letting my wolf run as fast as it could until my lungs burned in protest. My wolf did not stop running; instead, it ran faster and faster as my mind replayed the interaction I had with Giselle in my head. Giselle had spoken dismissively about her own child that was still in her womb. Not only that, I also just witnessed how she harmed her own baby just to have things the way she wanted. Giselle is not the same person as I have known before. The Giselle that I know is kind and soft-hearted. She
Astrid’s POVMy life in the Nightsong Pack had been peaceful ever since Killian found out that I was alive and mistook my child as Drystan’s. Since then, I have never seen him again, and I haven’t heard any news from him. I know I should be happy that Killian has finally given up on me. He is no longer bothering my life and forcing himself on me. Finally, I can have the freedom that I want without having to pretend that I’m dead. However, I felt a heavy weight in my heart as I felt guilty for still keeping secrets from him. I thought I made the right choice by letting him think that Drystan was the father of my child, but now, I couldn’t help but think that I made a great mistake by lying to him. Sometimes, I couldn’t sleep at night as I thought of what might happen once Killian realized the truth and found out that he was the father of my child. I can never keep this huge thing a secret forever. Someday, my child is going to grow up, and he is going to ask questions. Those tho
Drystan’s POVIt’s been weeks since I tasked Caden to look for an expert who could take a check on Astrid’s bracelet for me and identify the bracelet’s authenticity. Experts who can identify a real Luminite are hard to find. Because of the Luminite’s rarity, there are only a few experts that could identify it. Luminite is not even a known material to humans. Only werewolves know that Luminites exist. Caden worked extra hard to find the person that I was looking for. Still, it took weeks for him to find it. Thankfully, after using all of our connections and giving it all he has, he finally received a tip about a man who used to be a member of the Shadowfang Pack. Of all the people in this world. There are no other more reliable people who can confirm the authenticity of Luminite aside from the members of the Shadowfang Pack from which the Luminite is sourced. It would have been easy for us to find the person we were looking for if only the Shadowfang Pack had not been an iso
Drystan’s POV“Are you sure about it? Take another look at it first,” I answered him, ignoring his question. I pushed back the bracelet to his hand to make him take another look at it, but he refused to take it. “I’m sure, Alpha. I would know a real Luminite if I saw one. I’ve seen and touched a lot of that while growing up,” he answered as he placed the bracelet on the table. I fell completely silent as I stared at Astrid’s bracelet. I knew that the bracelet was made out of real Luminite the first time that I saw it. I only called an expert to show it just to make sure I was right. Now that it is confirmed, the question I need to ask is why Astrid has a real Luminite bracelet. How did her grandmother, who was just an omega, have a hold of this?“I want you to check the stone,” I grabbed Astrid’s bracelet and handed it to the other expert that Caden found for me before I could rush to my own assumptions. “What kind of stone is it?” I asked him as I struggled to keep my expression
Drystan’s POVThat couldn’t be. I’ve thought about so many possibilities, but this… This is far from what I even have imagined. “This is an heirloom, Alpha. Not just any heirloom. This prized possession came from the Shadowfang Pack’s ancient Alpha lineage, which holds historical significance and sentimental worth. This is a cherished legacy in the Shadowfang Pack,” Mason added as he held the bracelet tightly in his hand like he was afraid that he would lose it. Caden and I shared a look at each other when we heard Mason’s words. Caden knows that the bracelet is owned by Astrid. If the bracelet is truly an heirloom by the Shadowfang Pack’s Alpha, then why was it passed down to Astrid? “Are you sure that’s the same stone? I only found this bracelet in the possession of an omega,” I gave him a little bit of information just so he would trust me and tell me the truth. Mason’s brows furrowed. I’m not sure if it is caused by confusion or disbelief. “This bracelet has been taken c
Drystan’s POV“You seem to have a lot of time on your hands recently,” Astrid asked me softly as I accompanied her for a walk around the garden. I watched as she walked ahead of me, her hand leaning down slightly to the side to touch the flowers as she walked. Every day, it has been part of Astrid’s morning routine to take a walk in the garden before she ate her breakfast. The Pack Doctor recommended including it in her routine as a safe exercise to reduce her swelling and to prepare her body for labor. Usually, it’s Nova who joins her with her walk to make sure that she’s safe, but I asked Nova to allow me to walk alone with Astrid this time. Sometimes, when my mind zones out during work, I would see them by my office window, walking together and keeping each other company. I have always wanted to join them, but my work wouldn’t allow me to. Thankfully, this time, Caden agreed to fill my position and lead the morning training session of the Pack Warriors for me. “I still
Drystan’s POV“Who do you think your father is?” I asked her, curious about her answer. Astrid furrowed her brows, her gaze shifting inward as a thoughtful expression crossed her features. “My mother is a pure-blooded omega, and I am too. Most likely, my father could be an omega from a different Pack, or worse, he could be a rogue or a criminal. This is the reason why I sometimes think it would be best if I never met him at all. I will not know what to feel if I found out that my father is an outlaw with money on his head.” I chuckled at his far-fetched imagination. “I’m sure your father is not a criminal. You are thinking too much. “Who knows? Maybe he’s dead.” Astrid retorted. Suddenly, Astrid stopped in her tracks and faced me with an incredulous look in her eyes. “Wait a minute. How did our conversation turn out like this?” I laughed to minimize her suspicions. “I also don’t know, too,” I answered lightheartedly. “You are asking too many questions. What is it that you