Kai’s POVI stare at my sons, they were the spitting image of me; their features were a mirror of my own.They bore my hair, my eyes, and my exact build. They were indeed my sons. However, they were oblivious to this fact. They failed to recognize me as their father. Their knowledge was limited to Alana, whom they knew as their mother, Luna, and hero. One of them voiced out, his words echoing the warning his mother had given earlier.“You heard her, man. Willow isn’t fit to leave just yet—not with you or anyone else. She needs to stay here, where she’s safe. You have two options: wait until she wakes up or leave. But you can’t take her without permission. The decision isn’t yours, man. It’s hers.”He looked at me, his eyes filled with a blend of defiance and curiosity, as if he were trying to decipher my intentions. The other one remained silent; his silence spoke volumes. His gaze, filled with suspicion and resentment, seemed to cast me as the enemy, as if he were determined to keep
Alana’s POVI can feel the tension in the air, oppressive and heavy, as if a storm is about to unleash its fury. The only sound is the faint rustle of the wind, lazily blowing across the rose petals. Kai’s words still echo in my mind, causing me to doubt my ability to comprehend the words he had so carelessly thrown at me.I must have misheard him. He couldn’t have meant what I thought he had, but his grim expression painted a different story as he continued to stare coldly at me."Kai, what are you saying?" I ask, feeling a cold sweat break out on my forehead. His words sound like a twisted joke, a nightmare I can't seem to wake up from. He just told me that not just one, but our two sons, Cameron and Chase, are mated to their stepsister, Willow.I mean, how is that even possible? Werewolves don’t mate with their siblings. It’s against nature, against everything we stand for and believe in. Bound by ancient laws and traditions, they never mated with their half-siblings. Such an act w
Willow’s POVI awoke to a throbbing pain that quickly pulsed through my skull, spreading its dull, persistent ache to every remote corner of my body. It felt like I had been mercilessly trampled by a relentless herd of wild, stampeding horses. My eyelids felt heavy, like leaden weights, compelling me to keep them closed. That’s when I heard the hushed voices of people talking around me.“I find it hard to stop staring at her face,” a deep voice stated. The sound caused my wolf, Sarah, to purr inside my head. Sarah has been buzzing in my head, talking non-stop since we woke up.“She is the prettiest girl I have ever seen.”“I think so too, Chase,” the first voice responded beside me. His tone was calmer and more soothing. Overcome with curiosity to put a face to the voice, I slowly pried my eyes open. But as my vision cleared, I was startled by how close their faces were to mine.I found myself locked in the gaze of two pairs of strikingly blue eyes, brimming with curiosity and a hin
Kai’s POV.I stepped into the comfort of my study room, inhaling the familiar scent of aged books and polished mahogany. Swiftly closing the door behind me, I sought peace and clarity in this quiet room. But as soon as the door clicked shut, I felt the walls closing in, trapping me within a prison of my thoughts.My mind was far from being at peace; it was swirling with disbelief and endless doubt. How could this be? How could my daughter, my little girl, be mated to not just one but both of her brothers?It was unthinkable, yet so real. I couldn’t deny it anymore. The truth was staring at me in the face. Despite my intense reluctance to admit it, Alana was right. Nadia, driven by her desperation and desire to become Luna, couldn’t be trusted to tell the truth.Could it be that she lied about being pregnant to achieve her ambition of becoming my Luna? It couldn’t be. She knew the punishment that came with such an offense. On the other hand, Alana’s children are undoubtedly similar to
Alana’s POVI was overcome by emotion as I looked into Willow’s eyes, the same eyes that had captivated me since she was a child. They were a stunning shade of grey. They sparkled with recognition and warmth, but also with a hint of pain and confusion.I could see the traces of her mother in her features: the high cheekbones, the full lips, and the delicate nose. However, nothing could convince me that she was Kai’s.Despite my deep love for her, I also felt sorrow. Fate had shown its cruelty to all of us—to her, to my sons, and especially to me. How could it be that she's mated to both Cameron and Chase, my twin sons?How could it be possible that they were bound to Nadia’s daughter, the woman who had betrayed me and torn me away from my true mate, Kai? How could it be that the girl I had loved as my own was not related to me by blood but by a lie?The truth was harder to bear than anything I had ever faced. I had lost Kai, the love of my life, and the other half of my soul, due to N
Kai’s POVI could feel the tension in the air as I stood facing Nadia, waiting for her to confess the truth of which I was already aware. All I wanted was to hear her admit her deceit. My heart pounded in my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe.As I stared into her eyes, searching for any sign of guilt or remorse, I realized she had none, only pretense. At this point, I had run out of patience. She looked stunned as if she couldn’t believe what I had just said.She betrayed me, lied to me, and led me to love a child that is not of my blood. The thought pierced my chest like a dagger. Yet, I had to confront it and put an end to all the deceit.“Who is Willow’s father, Nadia?” I asked, my voice icy and stern. She stared at me, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. “What are you talking about?” she stammered, feigning innocence as she always did.“Don’t play dumb with me, Nadia. You know what I’m referring to. You’ve deceived me all these years, made me believe that Willow
Cameron POVChase and I overheard our mother speaking to Willow about her past. There’s no doubt that we’re related. The woman who captivated both of us from the moment we laid eyes on her is, in fact, our sister. Not a full sister, but a half-sister nonetheless.She was as beautiful as her name; it suited her perfectly. She is a perfect blend of strength and resilience.She sparked a whirlwind of emotions within me that I couldn’t identify. My heart is filled with excitement, curiosity, and a hint of nervousness, I reached out a careful hand and gently touched her cheek. Her reaction was instant as she inhaled a sharp breath."Willow," I whispered, caressing her face. She looked at me with a mix of wonder and fear, her gray eyes shining in the dim light.Her skin was smooth and silky, like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose, and she didn't shy away from my contact. Instead, she leaned into my touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips over and over again. Relishing in my warmth.“You’re
Alana’s POVAs I stood there, the weight of my children's outright refusal pressed heavily on my shoulders. I could feel the tension in the room. My sons, Chase and Cameron, were standing before me, their faces a mirror of the conflict I felt inside.I had always known that my decision to keep them away from Willow would be met with resistance. Their desire to return to the Crimson Pack was a reality that was still a bitter pill for me to swallow.Chase, ever the defiant one, outright rejected my decision. His eyes, usually so full of laughter, were hard and unyielding. He clenched his fists and glared at me.“If she leaves, then we will go with her,” he said, his voice echoing in the silent room. “You can’t keep us away from our mate. She belongs with us, and we belong with her. Going to the Crimson Pack is the only way to know the truth. It’s our home, our birthright. You have no right to take that away from us, Mother.”Chase’s words hurt me deeply. He stands there, accusing me of