(Seraphina) For three agonizing days, Lucas drifted in and out of consciousness, battling the deadly poison that coursed through his veins. The arrowhead, dipped in wolfsbane, had been a cruel choice of weapon, one that would have claimed a weaker man’s life without hesitation. But Lucas was not just any man; he is an Lycan, and his strength alone kept him clinging to life. I sat beside his bed, watching over him as I wiped away his fevered sweat. Each groan that escaped his lips twisted my heart, especially when he whispered her name, “Iris…” My grip on the towel tightened, the fabric rough against his skin as I struggled to suppress the surge of conflicting emotions within me. The atmosphere in the pack’s stronghold was tense, charged with uncertainty and suspicion. An assassination attempt had to be taken seriously, by everyone. Half of the Alphas had departed, retreating to their own packs to fortify defenses in anticipation of the looming war. The remaining half, including
(Iris) The first visit from Caden was really confusing. I hadn’t expected to see anyone after Jasper and Lucas left, so I was staring at the cracked ceiling and trying to keep my mind from sinking into the bleakness of my surroundings, when I heard the door creak open. Footsteps echoed off the stone walls, growing louder as they approached my cell. “You are a busy little wolf, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice filled with amusement. I sat up, squinting through the dim light to see a tall figure standing just outside the bars. “Caden,” he reminded me, “I’m a good friend of the Lycan King.”My heart skipped a beat. Maybe Lucas had sent him as a messenger, to tell me things he couldn’t when he was here with Jasper. But why send Caden? “He has a special interest in you,” Caden continued, his gaze never leaving mine. “You are his mate, aren’t you?” “Keep your mouth shut,” Molly advised in my mind, but it was too late. Maybe he could see how tense I was, maybe he already knew to
(Iris) Just like Caden predicted, Jasper came to see me that night. The door to my small, dimly lit room creaked open, and there he stood, looking wary and cautious. In his hand, he held a plate of cheesy bread, my favorite. The sight of it, coupled with the intense events of the past few days, made my heart ache with nostalgia and confusion. Jasper approached slowly, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me. “I thought you might like this,” he said, offering the plate. I accepted it with a small smile, but the burning question in my mind couldn't be ignored. “Are you the one who shot the Lycan King?” I asked, my voice betraying the whirlwind of emotions I felt. His reaction was immediate. “What? How do you know about that? Who told you?” His eyes widened with a mix of surprise and fear, his body tensing as if ready to spring into action. “Does it matter?” I replied, watching him closely. Jasper’s shoulders slumped slightly, and he shook his head. “No, I guess it doesn
(Iris) Jasper left me in the cold, dark cell with nothing but my thoughts swirling around the events that had landed me here. The air was damp and heavy, the stone walls casting eerie shadows across the floor. I leaned against the wall, trying to make sense of the chaos that had become my life. Putting two and two together, I couldn’t help but ponder Naomi’s motive. It seemed absurd to think she believed the Lycan King and I would end up together. He and Seraphina, however, would make a good pair. They would be a power couple destined for greatness in the pack hierarchy. The idea of me and Lucas being involved romantically was crazy, and Molly found it so amusing that she couldn’t contain her laughter. “Are you insane? You’re in a cell for a murder investigation! Everyone’s trying to get rid of you! What are you even thinking about right now?” Molly chided, her voice echoing in my mind. I rolled my eyes, a habit I’d picked up from years of banter with Molly. “I have to find e
(Naomi) Jasper has been very cold to me since I woke up. The way he avoids my eyes, the sharpness in his tone… it’s like a knife twisting in my gut. I couldn’t help but feel very anxious, a constant gnawing in my stomach that won’t go away. He was never like this with me. When he was the unwanted son, the outcast, I was the only one that gave me the time of day. It was my voice that pulled him out of the shadows, my hand that reached out when no one else would. Elias and Iris never bothered to spend time with him. They were too caught up in their own world, their own destinies. Back then, it was simpler. We hung out together on occasion when we were younger, sneaking off to the woods or finding hidden corners in the pack house to share secrets. But those moments became rarer as Elias was being groomed for Alpha. The responsibilities, the expectations, created a chasm between us. Jasper and I drifted apart, and the bond we once had started to fray. Yet, even then, there was a
(Iris) “Are you thinking about my brother again?” Jasper’s voice cut through the stillness of the room, dragging me from the edge of sleep. The sight of him made my heart race, a mix of fear and longing. His tone was playful, but the tension in his posture betrayed his anger. I rolled over to face him, my heart sinking at the sight of his piercing green eyes, dark with suspicion. “What if I was?” I asked flippantly. Jasper’s jaw tightened. His playful demeanor shifted instantly. He crossed the room in a few powerful strides and stood at the edge of my bed. His presence was overwhelming, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat rising within me. “Iris,” he growled. “You should know better.” Elias, his brother and rightful heir to the pack, had been my boyfriend until his death. He was a kind-hearted soul without a wolf, and that made him easy prey for Jasper, who seized power after their father’s sudden death. In addition to the Alpha position, he took mor
(Iris)Jasper’s words stung, but I was used to his cruelty. His announcement shouldn’t have been a surprise. He loved to taunt me. And the only reason he hadn’t rejected me sooner was that I served as his useful prop, showcasing his supposed kindness and benevolence as the new Alpha. Rejecting me, his mate, the former girlfriend of the rightful heir, wouldn’t have looked good. But now his reign was secure. And he could do whatever he wanted. I should have felt triumphant, knowing that soon I would be free from his oppressive grasp, but the reality was far more complicated.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My mind scolded itself for being so overwhelmed with emotions. I shouldn’t feel as shocked and betrayed as I did. I shouldn’t feel anything at all. He was a killer. I should hate him. I really shouldn’t have been surprised he had decided to reject me now. I should have known that was what he wanted. Behind the flirting and the sex, he didn’t want me. There was someo
(Iris)The next day, the sun was beginning to rise as I stood in Naomi’s lavishly decorated room. Golden rays filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the ornate furniture and the array of dresses sprawled across the bed. I was helping Naomi with the dress she was going to wear in her coronation ceremony. The fabric was soft and luxurious, a deep shade of emerald that complemented her striking features. As Naomi slipped into the dress, she admired her figure in the mirror, her eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation. She turned to get a better look, her smile widening. While she admired herself, my mind couldn’t help but slip to the past. Memories of our childhood together, of the times we were inseparable, flooded my thoughts. The mischievous adventures, the laughter, and the bond we once shared felt like a lifetime ago. “Hey! Where is your head at? Your Luna needs some help here!” Naomi’s voice snapped me back to the present. She looked at me petulantly,