Luna MaraMy heart dropped when Kelvin reported that Archer was involved in a violent incident. That foolish boy! I thought I taught him better than to act so rashly. I know my son has a good heart deep down. But he lets his emotions get the better of him, like his father. Lucas always did value cold strength over sensitivity.Well, I refuse to give up on my only child as his father did. I must go see Archer and help fix this situation before Lucas hears of it. That man looks for any excuse to punish the son he never wanted.At least I convinced Kelvin, my most trusted guard, to keep quiet for now. He is fond of Archer, and knows Lucas's cruelty better than most. I'm grateful he remains loyal to me even now that I've fallen from mate to lowly mistress.Here in the cold, empty manor I once called home, the other wolves mock and revile me. Lucas parades his new concubines around proudly now. He forgot me as soon as the shine wore off, leaving me barren and discarded.....After Archer

KeeganAfter another tense confrontation between Lucas and Mara over her reckless son, I retreated to my own chambers, exhausted. But sleep eluded me as my sister's words echoed in my mind..."You must tell Lucas the truth, brother! Keeping Heather's secret will only endanger us all."I had pleaded with her to be patient. "The time is not right. His temper remains volatile where she is concerned."My sister had refused to budge. "Fifteen years is long enough! What are you afraid of?"I could not meet her accusing eyes, ashamed of my own cowardice. She was right - Lucas deserved to know that his long lost mate had returned to our territory. That I had reunited mother and child in secret.But I could not forget Lucas's cold rage all those years ago when Heather disappeared. His vicious threats once he discovered her missing from the compound I was guarding. Threats he would have enacted if not for his ailing grandmother's intervention...So I had helped Heather escape into the night, ai

Maria The next day, I was in my room locked up as he says. Curled in a ball on the bed, sobs wracked my body. My best friend could die and it was all my fault. I should have been the one stabbed, not innocent Alex. He didn't deserve this pain. I promise to go after she was asleep at night.After night fell, I crept downstairs while my father snored drunkenly. Slipping out the back door, I ran to the hospital. I had to see Alex again, even if he'd never forgive me for what happened.I crept back into Alex's hospital room late at night, needing to be near him. His mother sat keeping watch, her kind eyes full of sympathy as she took in my bruised and battered face."Oh sweetie, what happened?" she asked gently, guiding me to sit as I winced in pain.I stared at the floor, ashamed. "My father...he was angry about yesterday." His mother tilted my chin up, her expression lined with sorrow. "You dear girl, you don't deserve this cruelty." Her empathy made my tears spill over.Haltingly I e

HeatherIn the midst of everything, it warmed my heart to see a steady stream of Alex's classmates visiting him at the hospital. They came bring him different gifts, some bring fruits, snacks, silly cards covered in inside jokes and well wishes. It was clear these kids cared deeply about my boy. Their bright spirits lifted the gloomy atmosphere for a while when they crowded around his bed chatting and joking as if he might open his eyes and join in at any moment."Mrs Heather, we all miss Alex, and we're all signing this big banner for when Alex wakes up," a curly-haired girl told me excitedly. "That way he'll see how much we miss him right away."I smiled gratefully, touched by their gesture. "I'm sure he'll love that. Thank you all for being such good friends to him." I appreciated, smiling at her. "Even Tony, the sullen loner who rarely spoke about how he miss him in class," another uttered. "He mumbled that it wasn't the same without Alex there to tell stupid jokes and beat ever

AlexIt was all black then I start to drifted back to wakefulness, gradually becoming aware of hushed voices and a warm hand clutching mine. With great effort, I pried my eyelids open, squinting against the bright hospital lights. "Alex! Oh thank god!" Mom's tearful voice exclaimed. She leaned over me, face etched with joy and relief. My mind was hazy, but her familiar presence gave me strength."You're awake! We've all been so worried," Aunt Kate added, squeezing my shoulder gently. I gave a weak smile, moved by their loving concern.All my senses sharpened, I noticed an absence of the excruciating pain that had consumed me before everything went dark. Somehow my injuries had completely healed. I felt disoriented but surprisingly strong.The doctors seemed baffled by my rapid recovery. But Mom just smiled knowingly through her tears. "You're a fighter, my angel," she whispered, caressing my face. "I never lost faith."Mom cradled my face in her hands, eyes glistening with joyful tea