Callista’s POV Two men, once trusted, now haunt my thoughts with their treachery. One, the man I loved first, the one who took away my most treasured value, my virginity, away from me, the one who whispered promises of forever in my ear. How could he condemn me to death because he doesn’t trust me, huh? F**k this trust; I don't think I need it anymore. The pain of his betrayal cuts deep, like a wound that refuses to heal. I don’t think I will be able to forgive him. I can’t, not until I make him pay for what he has done. And again, Tristan, the one who shattered my world with a single act of violence, took my father from me, plunging me into a darkness I never thought possible. Yet, despite the anger that boils within me, there is a different kind of connection between us. A bond that I cannot deny, no matter how hard I try. Stupid mate bond. “Are you kidding me? You dare call our bond stupid?”“Just shut it; I don't need you right here, okay? Don’t mess with my head. I need to thi
Callista’s POV“Meet me in my office; we have a mission,” I uttered through the mind link to Andrian. “Wolfsong Dominion pack?” He quizzed through the mind link, “Yes, the mission is now,” I answered affirmatively. “Okay, I'm on my way,” he replied. I hastened my pace and headed straight down to the Alpha’s palace. I got there in no time and pushed open the door. “Oh, you got here before me.” My gaze fixed on Andrian, who seemed to have gotten to the office a moment ago. He nodded his head. “I'm always at your service,” I giggle softly. “Trust you for that,“So, tell me, Alpha, do you want me to make a war plan?” He asked as soon as I took a seat in front of him. A war plan? “Is that really necessary? They can’t be prepared for our coming; even if they are, they can’t be on par with us,” I said as a matter of fact.“That's a fact, Alpha, but I take an interest in pre-war planning and strategy.”"Yeah, I know that, but I don't think it's really necessary right now,” I countered
Callista’s POVIt was night. Black as a beetle's belly. And each of my warriors, a storm cloud against the pale dawn, stood poised, ears perked, eyes reflecting the glint of the coming battle. This wasn't a hunt; this was vengeance. My revenge. “Are you ready, warriors?” I asked through the mental link. “Awoo!” they grunted and howled in unison, signifying they were ready. Their eyes are like embers, burning the same fire I feel. I am not hunting tonight. This is payback, raw, and mean.My gaze shifted to Andrian, who stood confidently beside me. His wolf’s fur shimmers under the moon's watchful gaze. His eyes match the rage in my gut. Every muscle coiled tight, like it wanted to explode.Cassius, the one who cast me out, who marked me for death—his scent lingered in my memory, a foul tang that twisted my gut. The memory of his betrayal and the searing pain of his judgment that had plunged me into an abyss of fear back then in the woods—it all fueled the inferno burning in my chest.
Maximus’ POVA few hours earlier, “My Alpha, it is just as the witch said. There is an Alpha Queen that rules the Midnight Mirage Pack.” I explained the outcome of our search to Alpha Cassius. “An Alpha Queen? How is that possible?” His brow furrowed on the sick bed. “Did you get to know her name?” He asked, and each word came out with so much difficulty. I shook my head negatively. “We didn't, my Alpha; our sources said they only refer to her as Alpha Queen,” I replied with my gaze fixed on the floor. Even though he was sick, he still has that Alpha aura around him. He took a forced breath. “This is crazy,”“We also get from our sources that she came into power two years ago and turned around the history of Southern Wolf County; they all worship her, and no pack would dare wage a war against her Queendom,” I explained. “Did you think she would heal me considering the fact that we had attacked her pack years ago?” Alpha Cassius voiced his concern. “My Alpha, we don’t know, but w
Callista’s POVThe news hit me like a physical blow. The air whooshed out of my lungs, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. “Bedridden?” I rasped, a low murmur to myself, the word catching in my throat. “For months?”The incident. The betrayal that had clawed open a fresh wound every single day. Months? He'd been living a comfortable life while I, branded a killer, had been forced to run to fight for survival out there in the woods. A bitter laugh escaped my lips, a humorless sound that scraped against my raw nerves.And Dahlia, hearing that she was dead, relief washed over me, cold and unexpected. Relief mingled with a sour aftertaste of something else—disappointment? Regret? Dahlia deserved what she got, but a part of me, the naive part that clung to memories of a lost friendship, felt a dull ache.But that ache was quickly drowned out by a surge of something far more potent—frustration. Years of hardship, of living like a hunted animal all alone in the woods, all for revenge that mig
Callista’s POV~~A tremor ran through me. News about Dahlia’s death hit me like a second blow. I shut my eyes, the image of Dahlia flashing behind my eyelids. I reflected back, moment by moment, on her kind heart. I was a fool. I never trusted her to say that she couldn’t do such things to me.She should have just told me things. I noticed her the night I was framed. She looked frightened and seemed like something was disturbing her, but I didn’t ask what it was. I should have asked her. Well, the deed has been done. Shame, a heavy weight, settled in my gut for the first time. The thirst for vengeance had blinded me. Dahlia hadn't been a villain, just another pawn in Selena’s cruel game. I never suspected her. She was a lion in sheep's clothing. I knew it was too good to be true for her not to feel hatred towards me for making her mate reject her. Oh poor Dahlia, a single tear escaped, tracing a warm path down my cheek. Grief, raw and unexpected, threatened to drown me. But as quick
Callista’s POV “Yes, because I am the Alpha Queen of the Midnight Mirage Pack,” I blurted. His brow narrowed at me, as if wanting to ask if I knew what I had just said. “Are you kidding me? Callista, I am being serious here,” he said frankly. I frowned. “Does it look like I’m joking either?” I asked. “Are you being serious right now?” He darted his gaze between Andrian, who was standing behind him, and me. “Max, I can’t lie to you. Look, right there,” I gestured towards Andrian. “Is Andrian, my beta, the beta of the Midnight Mirage pack?” Max turned towards Andrian and scanned him from head to toe as if checking if he was capable of being a beta, as I had claimed. “He has been the beta for as long as I know,” I added as a matter of fact. He stood up from where he was seated and walked towards Andrian. He stopped at arms length from him. I walked around him as if checking him out. He got to his front again and then stopped again. “He has the aura, but...” I interrupted him. "N
Cassius’ POVMy eyes fluttered open. I felt alive once again after seven years of living in pain and guilt. Guilty of passing the wrong judgment. It wasn’t just to nobody; it was to my first love. The woman I found myself to love despite the fact that my father and everyone in the pack kicked against it. Why? Because she was an omega, the lowest in the food chain. But none of them realized that love is beyond rank and status. To everyone, my sickness started six months ago, but within me, I have been dying since the day of my mating ceremony with Selene. She was my fated mate, but I don't feel the connection with us; even my wolf doesn’t. It‘s kind of strange. A weak smile tugged at his lips. “You…” I trailed off, choking on my saliva at the sight of my healer. The woman I sentenced to death without prior investigation to confirm if she truly killed my sister had shame burned in my gut and a bitter taste on my tongue. My eyes stung, but not from the remnants of pain.The pain of gui