LOGINMaya's POV
The full moon hangs low in the sky, round and silver, spilling its light over the clearing. Torches flicker at the edges, casting playful shadows on the faces of our pack. Everyone's here—warriors in their formal leathers, omegas in dresses sewn with silver thread, and children perched on shoulders, wide-eyed and whispering.
At the center stands the ceremonial platform, draped in white cloth and adorned with wildflowers. But tonight isn’t jus
Sera's POVThe door opened.Gracia stood there, holding my sword. He was clearly confused, his brow furrowed, his eyes searching my face. The lamplight behind him cast shadows across his features, making him look even more striking than usual."Sera…"I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. I was trembling, terrified, my mind completely blank. I had rehearsed this moment a thousand times in my head. I had imagined what I would say, how I would say it, how he would react. But now that I was actually here, standing in front of him, all those carefully planned words had vanished.‘Say something. Say anything. Don't just stand here like a fool.’But I couldn't. I was frozen."Are you alright?" Gracia asked, his voice laced with concern. "What happened? Is something wrong?"I shook my head frantically. "No. Nothing's wrong. I just… I
Sera's POVThe night was cold and still. Snow had fallen earlier, blanketing the courtyard in white. Now, the sky was clear, stars scattered across the darkness like scattered diamonds. The fire in the brazier crackled softly, casting warm light on the two women wrapped in shawls on the bench.My head rested on Eve's shoulder. The packhouse behind us was dark, everyone asleep. The world was quiet, peaceful, as if it had forgotten all the pain and suffering that existed in it."Eve," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I think I'm in complete love with him."Eve didn't seem surprised. She just smiled softly. "I know."I lifted my head, my eyes wide. "You know?""I've known for weeks." Her voice was gentle. "The way you look at him. The way you constantly stay around him. The way you linger when you heal him. The way you panic when he's in danger."I buried my face in my hands. "Is it that obvious?""Only to me,"
Gracia's POVFour months had passed since I collapsed by the river.Four months since Sera found me, half-dead, and dragged me into her cottage. Four months since she healed my wounds, fed me, clothed me, and gave me a reason to keep breathing.I still didn't understand why.Every morning, she came with food. Every evening, she checked my bandages. Every day, she asked how I was feeling, if I needed anything, if I was comfortable. She treated me like I was a person—not a slave, not a gutter rat, not a piece of trash to be discarded.I didn't understand it.I had spent my whole life being told I was worthless. My father had sold me like cattle. Castor had beaten me like a dog. The only person who had ever shown me kindness was Ivy, and she was dead.And now, here was Sera. A noblewoman. The Alpha's daughter. Someone who had every reason to look down on me, to ignore me, to throw me out.Instead, she healed me
Gracia's POVThe light was wrong.I opened my one functioning eye and immediately knew something was off. The ceiling above me was wooden, not stone. The air smelled of herbs and flowers, not damp and rot. The walls were warm, not cold. The bed beneath me was soft, not hard.‘Where am I?’I tried to move. Pain exploded through my body. I gasped, my hands clutching the sheets. Bandages covered my arms, my chest, my legs. Every inch of me was wrapped in white linen. I could feel the wounds beneath—some still raw, others slowly healing.‘What happened?’Memories flooded back. The escape. The river. The running. The woman's voice. ‘Hey, are you okay?’I had collapsed. I had been found.But by whom?I tried to sit up. Pain shot through my ribs. I fell back against the pillow, gasping. My vision swam. I blinked, trying to focus.I was in a big ample room. Sunli
Sera's POVI was pacing through the pack house, my footsteps echoing against the stone floors. Eve had vanished without telling me where she was going—something she never did. She was always by my side, always watching, always making sure I ate and slept and didn't work myself to exhaustion.But today, she was gone.I checked every room. The kitchen, where the cooks were preparing the midday meal. The library, where the morning light streamed through the tall windows. The garden, where the flowers were in full bloom. The servants' quarters. The healing wing. Every place where Eve could possibly be.Nothing.I stood in the hallway, my hands on my waist, frowning. Perhaps she had gone to the Beta's mansion for something. It was the only place I hadn't checked. Arthur's home was separate from the pack house, where he and his wife and living peaceful that’s the request he ask to my father, a mansion as wedding gift.I w
Sera's POVI was twenty years old, joyful, energetic, and kind. Everyone in the North and throughout the pack adored me. Not because I was the Alpha's daughter, but because of who I was—humble, grounded, and always ready to help. I smiled at everyone. I treated the lowest omega with the same respect I gave the highest warrior. It was how my mother would have wanted it. It was how I wanted it.I was a noblewoman because of my mother. She died giving birth to me, but I knew her through the stories my father told and the pictures he kept in his study and Phone. He would sit with me for hours, showing me her photographs, telling me about her kindness, her grace, her unwavering strength. She was the most noble woman he had ever known, and he made sure I knew it.I wanted to be just like her. I walked like her, talked like her, dressed like her.I only wore gowns—the long, flowing kind she wore in the old photographs. I pract
Caden's POVThe training grounds are a mess, muddy from weeks of boots and weapons. Warriors are sparring, swords glinting as they move, and their breath creates puffs in the chilly morning air. I stand in the middle, just my shirt on, sleeves rolled up, gripping a wooden swo
Selena's POVI drift off in his embrace.The room is dim, the lamp casting a low glow. Damian's hand rests on my bare breasts, his breathing steady. The house feels peaceful.But somewhere in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness, I sense a shift.
Damian's POVThe scout shows up at noon.I’m in the war room, going over maps and making plans. Viktor is out there, healing and regrouping. I can feel it deep down.“Alpha.” The scout is panting, his face white as a sheet. “Viktor's forc
Selena's POVI wake up to the warmth surrounding me.The room is dimly lit, with the curtains drawn and the lamp on the nightstand casting a soft glow. Damian’s lap is under my head, his back against the headboard and his chin resting on his chest. He’s sle







