Alana’s POV"Abby, thank you for everything. You're the best friend I ever had." I hugged Abigail goodbye, feeling a lump form in my throat.Honestly, I wish she could stay a bit longer and keep me company. Having her around makes me forget the worries in my heart."Don't worry, Alana. Everything will be okay. You'll see." She smiled at me, her eyes shining with hope, as she stepped away from the hug and towards the door.“Okay.” I agreed with a nod.I sighed in deeply, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as I watched her disappear down the hallway, her encouraging words still echoing in my ears. I truly hoped she was right and that everything would be okay.Abigail has stood by me too many times in the past and still doing it without hesitation. This time, I wish I could share her optimism.However, I was still worried that if the boys didn’t find their mates sooner than expected, I would have no choice but to grant the council their wishes. Having a mate was vital for the role the

Alana’s POVI felt my heart hammering in my chest; each beat was a loud thud that matched the pace of my racing thoughts. My children, Chase and Cameron, had done something unthinkable, something I had feared they would do.They had brought Willow, their half-sister, who was also a stranger, into our home, violating the rules I had duly set up to prevent them from wandering into the Crimson Pack. Was I dreaming? If Willow were here, then it couldn’t be a dream.I found myself torn between fury and pride. On one hand, they had defied my authority, an act that cannot go unpunished. Yet, on the other hand, their kindness and their instinct to defend and protect life were commendable. There is no going back from what has happened."Chase!" I called out. My voice was echoing in the silent room. “Fetch Abigail. She knows what to do.” Without uttering a single word, Chase spun on his heel and dashed out the door, his swift departure mirroring the gravity of the situation.Cameron, ever the l

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

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

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