Alana’s POVLater that night, I tossed and turned in bed, unable to find the comfort of sleep as Suzy's haunting words continued to echo in my mind, each phrase repeating over and over again like the relentless repeat of a broken record.It was as though the weight of her words of caution had settled deep into the depths of my thoughts, refusing to let me drift into the sweet embrace of slumber. I had tried to force myself to sleep by clenching my eyes shut, but my mind was already a battlefield, and the echoes of her words continued to wage war within.I was restless and sleep-deprived as I lay staring at the ceiling hanging over my head in the dark, the moonlight seeping in through the curtains and casting a silvery glow on the gray walls.The longer I lay there with only the sound of my thudding heart, the more I realized that sleep was indeed far from me at this point, so I decided to get out of bed, stroll to the kitchen, and grab a cup of water and see if that would help.As I w

Kai’s POVI was overwhelmed, the weight of the situation crushing me further to the ground and leaving me vulnerable to my worst emotions.Being weak has never been a trait I could express so easily, but here I was, broken to my knees with my last restraint, hanging by a thin thread.Tears threatened to spill, but my eyes remained dry, a testament to the shock that held me captive.Where was she? Where is Alana? Who took her in the night while she slept? These were the questions that kept seeping through my mouth repeatedly, with no fucking answer."Where are you?" I muttered under my breath, the words barely escaping my lips and echoing through the space. But there was no response—only the haunting silence that seemed to grow louder by the second.I jerked forward and began to rummage through her belongings that were left behind, in a desperate attempt to find any clue or trace that might lead me to her whereabouts.My instinct reeled as my hand brushed against something sharp, hidde

Kai's POVStill in my study, I turned to walk out, but Adam's unconcerned feature got me halting midway.“Do you have something else on your mind you want to say to me?” I questioned, and my brow furrowed deeply.“I know you do have a point, Kai, but do you have any proof regarding Nadia’s involvement in Alana’s disappearance, or are you just going to accuse her with mere assumptions?"I sighed, frustration and determination etched on my face. "Like I said before, I have every right to think she is behind it. And even if I don’t have any proof yet, I still can't let this go. I can't ignore the gut feeling that gnaws at me each time I listen to her talk. I need to confront her and make her confess to the crime if she's truly responsible."Adam leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "And how do you plan on doing that, Kai?""I'll go to her chambers," I replied, my jaw set grimly. "I'll demand answers from her; if she doesn't cooperate, I'll make her talk."With a determined nod, Adam

Kai's POVAs I returned home, my heart still felt heavy with unresolved tensions. I could feel the remnants of my confrontation with Beta Simon still clinging to my mind.Who the hell does he think he was, coming at me like that? Nobody questions my rules or decisions. I’m old enough to know what the hell I am doing.If I say she will stay locked up, then she fucking will.The frustration inside of me was growing like a volcano. It won’t be long before someone trespasses and it erupts. I ran a shaky hand through my hair, willing my mind to relax for a minute without reeling out of control.The moment I entered the grand hall of our pack's house, the sight of my little girl, Willow, crying in the hallway greeted me, her tear-stained face urgently tugging at my heartstrings.She was surrounded by servants, and their efforts to console her proved futile. Her small shoulders shook with sobs, and I knew something was wrong. I had to do something as I quickened my steps to get to where she

Kai’s POVI walked into the poorly lit room that held Nadia hostage. It was barely visible to the human eye. There was no window or much ventilation—just enough pace to hold someone enough to keep them alive.The prison where Nadia was kept was completely dark, but I had no trouble seeing her.From where she sat by the corner, she threw me a malicious look, one that was expected given her condition. I could see anger seething behind those brown hazel irises as she continued to glare coldly at me.Nadia looked deranged and unnourished. A punishment she had brought upon herself by refusing to eat or drink anything brought by the guards since the time I permitted her to be locked up.My eyes darted toward the tray of untouched food beside her, and I sighed. She had refused to eat once again, but I couldn’t blame her. The prison walls were cold and damp and smelled like a filthy piece of garbage to top it off.I stood before Nadia, my heart pounding with a mixture of desperation and guilt