LOGINYou’ll collapse if you continue like this.”
I leaned back against the bed tiredly. Maybe because I was sick or exhausted, but suddenly all the strength inside me disappeared.
The doctor hesitated before speaking again.
“You and Mr. Percy…” His voice trailed off carefully. “…what hap
Iris's POVIt had been exactly two months since Benjamin ended our relationship in front of his entire pack. Some mornings, I still woke expecting to see a good morning message from him, but then reality reminded me of the rejection.I had left the southern continent the morning after the banquet and flown back to Blood Claw Pack without telling anyone except my parents.No one outside our family knew I had returned and that was exactly how I wanted it. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone seeing me like this.After returning to the largest house I'd ever called home, I chose the attic. Over the years, my mother had turned it into a reading place, filling it with bookshelves. And it became my hiding place.Every day, I curled up beside the attic’s window, watching clouds drift across the sky while pretending I wasn't thinking about him. I always failed miserably.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts."Iris?" It was my mom."You awake?""Yes." I responded.Rue stepped inside carrying
Iris' POV"She's twenty-one.""She has no wolf and no alpha gene""The other packs and noble families are laughing at us.""Our Alpha deserves someone stronger, someone worthy of him."Their voices drifted through the council chamber doors while I stood frozen outside."...she embarrasses the entire pack."I wanted to leave immediately but instead, I stayed."...there are daughters from six Alpha families willing to marry him. Right now we need a political marriage that will strengthen us…not a wolfless human."After that day...the whispers became open and the pack d
This is Volume 2, telling the story of Iris, daughter of Rue and Percy. Hope you enjoy it. Iris' POVMore than ten years had passed since my parents fought countless battles to build the peaceful lives they now enjoyed. People across the northern continent spoke their names with admiration. To some, my father, Percy, was the Alpha who united powerful packs. To others, my mother, Rue, was the woman who had survived impossible odds and stood beside him as an equal. Their story had become something of a powerful legend.But none of that had anything to do with me. As far as everyone outside our closest family knew, I was simply Iris, the daughter of two ordinary Betas from a small allied pack.That lie had protected me my entire life. It was my parents' decision.My mother had once told me that if people knew my real background, they'd never see me for who I was. That people are opportunists and that they won't be honest when they interact with me.My father had said that they wanted m
Rue’s POVBlood Claw Pack and Percy’s pack stood as two interwoven powers existing under one ecosystem. The structured alliance governed by mutual benefit and, more quietly, the shared legacy of two people who shared a bond, reshaped everything.At the center of that transformation were Percy and I.Under my leadership and Cole’s support, Blood Claw Pack recovered from its past turmoil, it even expanded beyond it. The governance structure modernized, and the pack became gradually stronger. Cole, once burdened by the weight of leadership alone, no longer carried it in isolation. He had Amelia beside him now.After she was fully recovered, Amelia threw herself into medical reform and welfare initiatives throughout the territory. Together, they became a balanced force.Not long after Percy and I married, Cole and Amelia held their own wedding. It was one of the happiest days our family had experienced in years.Eventually, they had four children, three girls and one boy. One of the gir
Percy’s POVThe day of the wedding arrived and it was magical to say the least.For years, my life had been defined by instability, blood bond backlash, political pressure, and emotional damage I never fully learned how to name. Even moments of peace had always felt temporary..But that morning… there was no storm.The ceremony was held at the central border pavilion where both packs could gather. It had been transformed overnight into a neutral ceremonial ground, stone pathways lined with white flame lanterns, banners of both packs woven together along the arching pillars.I stood at the entrance long before it began, hands loosely clasped behind my back, forcing myself to breathe slowly.The guests arrived in waves. Alphas, pack elders, diplomatic envoys, high-ranking ministers from allied territories. Even foreign delegations from distant regions I had only ever encountered through political correspondence.The scale of attendance was overwhelming yet none of it felt hollow. None o
Rue's POVMonths later, Amelia recovered steadily. The transplant was a success and her body had responded positively. And each time I visited her, I saw a little more color return to her face,and more strength in her voice.The first time she stood up without assistance, Cole didn’t speak for a full minute. He just stood there, staring at her like he was afraid she might disappear if he blinked.Then he turned away abruptly, as if the emotion was too much to contain in front of anyone. But I saw it, the way his shoulders shook slightly before he left the room.Amelia had always been his weakness in the most human sense of the word.When she was finally cleared for discharge, the entire Blood Claw Pack felt different. Like something that had been holding it under pressure for years had finally released.And yet, what surprised me most wasn’t Amelia’s recovery, it was what came after.It was a random late evening at the pack residence, when Amelia had been resting after a routine che
Haven’s PerspectiveI had always believed that if you wanted something badly enough, you didn’t wait for fate to hand it to you. You designed fate. Took charge of it and get what you want.That was what I was doing now.Everything had been arranged with meticulous care, so precise that even I felt
Aiden’s POVThen the screen lit up and everyone was silent.At first, no one spoke. The footage was unmistakably real, unedited, captured from a low angle that shook slightly with every movement. I recognized Rue’s voice before I even saw her face.“Before you even spout whatever it is you want to
Rue’s POVThe very next week, I took Iris to the beach so that she could have some fun. As expected, Iris was having more than fun. After days of regular schooling and training, her brain was exhausted. She giggled as she splashed tiny feet in the shallow tide, her curls bouncing.We were only ther
Rue’s POVMy reflection looked calm. Inside, I was not.This banquet was not just a celebration, it was a declaration of succession, of everything that had been denied to me when I was nameless. I had walked through death and come back wearing scars no gown could hide. And yet tonight, the world w







