Mag-log in"No... no... no," Rebecca whispered in panic and fear.She snatched the plastic stick from Talia’s trembling fingers, her eyes wide as she stared at the two bright red lines. It felt like the room was spinning, the air in her lungs turning to ice.She was pregnant.But for whom?Panic and fear clawed at her chest. She couldn't breathe. Her mind raced, searching through the dark, empty corridors of her forgotten memories, desperate to find an answer. Was it Zarek? He was her fiancé. He had told her they had had sex countless times. Yet, she couldn't remember a single touch, a single night they had shared. Her partial memory loss was a cruel, mocking wall, blocking out the truth and leaving her completely helpless.She gripped her head with her free hand, her voice cracking as she looked up at her friend. "What... what should I do, Talia?"Talia swallowed hard, looking toward the heavy bedroom door before looking back at Rebecca with fear and worry. Talia already knew who the fath
Rebecca's POVFive days had passed, and tomorrow morning, I would be leaving for the Academy.I stood in the center of my bedroom, staring at the half-packed suitcases on my bed. I should have felt excited. I should have felt relieved to finally escape this house and the heavy, suffocating atmosphere that seemed to follow me everywhere. But instead, a deep, restless unease twisted in my gut.It felt like a physical weight pulling at my chest, whispering that I shouldn't go. It felt like I was leaving something incredibly important behind—something my heart desperately wanted, even if my broken mind couldn't remember what it was.On top of the emotional weight, my body felt completely exhausted. For the past three days, a strange, overwhelming weakness had settled into my bones. And then there was the nausea.It had started three mornings ago as a dull ache, but now it was a constant, dizzying wave that made the smell of food turn my stomach.Suddenly, my throat tightened, and a
Enzo's POVThe drive back to the Full Moon Shadow packhouse was filled with a tense, quiet energy. The girl from the bookstore—whose name was Lily—sat in the backseat, staring out the window with wide, nervous eyes. She kept clutching her jacket tightly, looking like she still couldn't believe she had just agreed to leave her quiet life for a stranger.When we finally arrived, Ryan opened the car door for her, and we led her straight into the packhouse. I didn't want any of the other pack members asking questions, so we took her directly to a private, secure medical wing on the top floor.Within minutes, I called for our head healer, Elder Elena.Elena was an old, wise werewolf who knew a great deal about ancient magic and pack history. She walked into the room, her sharp eyes scanning Lily immediately. Lily shrank back into her chair, looking small and overwhelmed."Elder Elena," I said, leaning against the wall as a wave of exhaustion hit my chest. "Please check her. My tracke
Rebecca's POVThe moment I stepped out of the bookstore, the cold air hit my face, but it didn't stop the hot tears that suddenly gathered in my eyes. I blinked rapidly, trying to force them back, but a few escaped and slid down my cheeks.I wiped them away quickly with the sleeve of my sweater, feeling incredibly foolish.Why am I crying? I asked myself, my chest aching with a deep, heavy pain that made it hard to breathe. What is wrong with me?It made absolutely no sense. I didn't even know that man. He was a complete stranger I had met briefly during a terrifying shootout, yet hearing the words "I am married" felt like a physical blow to my chest. It felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces, and I couldn't understand why.What was I even thinking? An incredibly attractive, strong, and commanding man like him was obviously going to be taken. Of course he had a wife. And there I was, practically begging him to let me buy him a drink, looking like a desperate girl.
Enzo's POVThe drive to the Blood Stone Pack territory was long, silent, and suffocating. My chest burned with a dull, constant ache—a painful reminder that the curse was slowly draining my life away. But for the first time in months, a small spark of hope kept me going. If this girl really was the descendant of the witch who cursed me, she was my only chance to survive.My trackers had traced the witch's bloodline to a small, quiet bookstore nestled on a cobblestone street in the heart of the Blood Stone town.When Ryan and I finally arrived, the trackers were waiting for us in the shadows across the street. One of them, a skilled scout named Marcus, walked up to my car window as soon as I parked."Alpha," Marcus whispered, bowing his head. "We did a thorough sweep of the shop just an hour ago. We smelled a faint, incredibly sweet scent inside—the kind of rare, ancient scent that always clings to those with witch blood. The magic in her veins is strong, but she must be keeping i
Enzo's POVI took a deep breath and knocked on the door."Come in," a frail voice called out from inside the room.I turned the handle and stepped in. Sir Morriston was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, looking older than he had a few weeks ago."Good morning, Father," I said gently.Morriston simply nodded, his eyes tracking me as I walked over and sat down in the chair across from him."I came here to thank you," I started, keeping my voice steady. "Thank you for being a father to me when I lost mine. Thank you for the love, the care, and for thinking I was worthy enough to take over as Alpha after you. But unfortunately, I am dying. I cannot marry Clara just to keep this throne. The one week you gave me to think it over is up, and I am here to tell you that my decision still stands. I will not marry Clara, so I am leaving the throne. I think I will take a holiday... go somewhere quiet."Morriston didn't look angry. Instead, a soft smile touched his lips, and he sh
Rebecca’s POVShock flashed across his face. Then guilt. Then something colder.“Rebecca,” he said sharply.I couldn’t breathe. Sasha turned to look at me confused, but Enzo never moved away from her. He didn’t push her off or cover himself. If anything, he glared at me, like he wanted this mome
Rebecca’s POVI couldn’t remember a time when I wasn’t obsessed with Enzo. He had always been there.When I was little, he carried me on his shoulders during pack festivals because my tiny legs would hurt from walking too much. When I had nightmares, I used to sneak into his room and sleep beside
Rebecca’s POV“You have to help me, Becca. Please… take my place. I can't marry Enzo. I won't,” Clara whispered, her voice trembling as much as her hands.I stared at her, certain the sleeping pills were playing tricks on my mind. Then I let out a dry, hollow laugh. “You’re joking. You have to be
Rebecca’s POVWith a sharp, guttural growl that vibrated in my own chest, he buried himself inside her in one heavy, punishing thrust.The sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, slapping sound—echoed through the silent room. Sasha let out a high-pitched, keening wail of pleasure, her fingers claw







