LOGINMaya's POV
The soft morning light filters through the curtains.
I knock once, but there's no response. So, I gently push the door open.
Inside, Damian and Selena are curled up together on the bed, her head resting on his chest, his arm wrapped around her waist. The blanket covers them up to their shoulders, and they look peaceful, almost innocent, like they don’t have a pack to worry about, or a war on the horizon.
I take a moment to stand there
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
Gracia's POVMy Love Gracia,If you are reading this, then I am already gone. I am sorry. I am sorry for the lies, the deception, and the silence. I wanted to tell you so many things, but I was too afraid. I am a coward. I have always been a coward.I found out days ago. Ellie confirmed it. I am pregnant.When she told me, I felt my world collapse. I hoped it would be yours. I prayed it would be yours. But I know it's not. I know it's his. Castor's. The monster who took everything from me. The monster who took you from me.I cannot have his child. I cannot bring a life into this world that carries his blood. That child would be innocent. That child would have done nothing wrong. But I cannot look at that child and see him. I cannot raise a child who would remind me of that day every single moment.So I chose to leave. I chose to end this. It is the only choice I have left.
Gracia's POVThe year came to an end. Winter had arrived.The basement grew colder with each passing day. The small window with its iron bars let in drafts that cut through our thin clothes like knives. Our wounds hurt more and healed slower. The cold seeped into our bones, making every movement ache. I watched Ivy shiver in her sleep, her body pressed against mine for warmth. I held her tighter, trying to shield her from the cold. It was all I could do. It was never enough.My and Ivy's life became a rhythm. Wake in each other's arms, eat whatever scraps we were given, get beaten by Castor while holding Ivy, and then she heal me. I made sure nothing happened to her. I positioned myself between her and Castor every time. I took the blows meant for her. I endured the pain so she wouldn't have to. Castor laughed at us while beating us, mocking our devotion."Look at the little rat protecting his whore," he would sneer. "How touching. How p
Maya's POVI wake up feeling warm.Not from the fire—it went out hours ago, leaving only ash and cold. No, this warmth is something else. It’s solid and steady. I open my eyes to find Caden's arms around me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath slo
Caden's POVThe river is behind us, but the cold? That’s still here.Maya trips over a root, manages to catch herself, and keeps moving. Her teeth are chattering, just like mine. The water took all our warmth, leaving us shivering."Keep going.""Sh
Selena's POVThe field looks gray.The grass is dead, the earth is cracked, and the sky is colorless. I know this place; I’ve been here before. The wind is still, and the air feels heavy.And then I spot him.The wolf stands at the edge of the
Rina's POVMaya spots me in the hallway, lost in a painting that makes no sense to me."Rina. We need to talk."I turn around. "Did I mess up? I'm really sorry. Whatever it was, I'll fix it—I promise.""Breathe."I take a breath.Maya







