Stephanie made her way to Alpha Damien’s office, her mind still buzzing from the excitement and exhaustion of the past few days. As soon as she knocked, his voice called her in, sounding more relaxed than usual. When she entered, he was sitting at his desk, shuffling through some papers but glanced up with a raised brow.“I wanted to let you know that everything is in place for the children during the festival,” Stephanie said, standing a bit stiffly near the door. “The hall is ready, and we’ve got activities planned for the entire day.”Alpha Damien leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve heard nothing but praise,” he said. “The mothers, the staff—they’ve all said you’ve outdone yourself, Stephanie. Seems like the kids are in for a great time.”A soft flush of pride warmed Stephanie’s cheeks. “Thank you,” she replied, genuinely pleased with the feedback. She hesitated, unsure if there was anything more to say, before nodding and turning toward the door.Al
Towards evening, the entire pack gathered for the much-anticipated feast. The mouthwatering scent of roasting meat filled the air as the animals hunted during the night were now hoisted on rails, turning slowly over crackling flames.A long table, stretching nearly the length of the field, was laden with an impressive spread of food and drink. Everything from tender cuts of meat to fresh-baked bread, salads, Rice, lentils and desserts was laid out, tempting even the most disciplined among them.The field buzzed with pack members who chatted together as they waited for Alpha Damien to address them.When he finally arrived and took the stage, the crowd quieted, all eyes turning toward their leader. He stood tall and confident, his presence commanding respect and attention.“Thank you all for being here,” he began, his carried easily across the field. “Today, we come together not just to feast, but to celebrate our unity, our strength, and the bonds that make us a pack.”A murmur of agr
When Alpha Damien received the report that some mothers had complaints and wanted to see him, he couldn't help but sigh. He had been foolish to think that things might finally settle into peace. "Perhaps I jinxed myself by celebrating too early," he mused, bracing himself for whatever drama was about to unfold.When Zoey entered his office, flanked by two women he recognized as Ursula and Karen, Damien didn’t bother to mask his irritation. He could read the tension in their faces and knew immediately that trouble was brewing. He didn’t even bother to ask them to sit down."What do you want?" he asked, his voice cool and clipped. "Why are you here?"Zoey took the lead, her expression smug as she spoke. "It’s about the children’s fun fair that just took place," she said, her tone dripping with false concern.Damien’s gut tightened, alarm bells ringing in his head. He didn’t want any trouble for Stephanie, especially after how well the event had gone. "What about it?" he asked, trying to
Zita's heart ached as she reminisced about the moon festival she once enjoyed with Chris. They had shared so many intimate moments during the hunts, sneaking away for stolen kisses and making love beneath the stars. But that was before everything fell apart—before Chris had cheated, and she had distanced herself, refusing to join the hunts anymore. Now, things were different. Chris was in a coma, and despite everything, she had forgiven him. She realized how much she still loved him, how close she had come to losing him, and how meaningless her anger seemed now.Instead of joining the hunt this year, Zita stayed behind with Stephanie, helping with the children and enjoying the festivities. She participated in the feast afterward, finding peace in the lively conversation and the genuine concern people showed for Chris. Many had come to her to ask how he was doing and she had felt the love they had for their beta.When Damien asked the pack to pray for Chris, it touched her deeply. She
Chris woke up in the middle of the night, his mind disoriented. For a moment, he could not remember where he was or what had happened.He started to panic until he saw Zita asleep on the couch, her body curled up as she slept. The sight of her calmed him down, and as his mind started to clear slightly, he tried to piece together his fragmented memories. It was like grasping at smoke every time he thought he had something, it slipped away. Frustrated, he stopped trying, not wanting to push too hard and exhaust himself further. Instead, he focused on the immediate discomfort in his body, he needed to relieve himself.As soon as he tried to stand, a wave of dizziness hit him hard, making the room spin. He reached out instinctively, grabbing the edge of the bed to steady himself. The sound of his hand hitting the bed frame was loud enough to wake Zita. She stood up and rushed to his side.“Chris, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice filled with concern as she gently steadied him.“I…
Alpha Damien stood in his office, his eyes scanning the large map of the pack's territory on the wall. He had been contemplating this for a while, the need to get a clear and organized understanding of who was living under his protection. He finally made up his mind and called for his gamma.When Gamma Rick entered, Damien wasted no time. "I need you to conduct a census," Damien said, his tone firm.The gamma raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. "A census, Alpha?""Yes," Damien continued. "I want a complete record of every member of the pack. I want the males, both werewolf and human, listed separately. The same goes for the females and children. I need to know where each of them resides, and I want the werewolves and humans clearly differentiated."The gamma hesitated, then asked, "Is there a reason for this, Alpha? Something we should be aware of?"Damien leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "It's not a matter of concern, but it's a precaution. I want to know exactly who is i
As the evening began to wear on. Stephanie sat beside Damien, her eyes fixed on the water, but her thoughts were far away, drifting back to the darkest chapters of her life. The silence between them was comforting.Without turning to look at him, she began to speak, her voice low and filled with emotion. “So much happened after I left.”Damien remained silent, sensing that this was a moment he needed to let unfold at its own pace. He turned slightly toward her, his full attention on her words, his heart already aching for the pain he could hear in her voice.“When I was forced into the omega pack,” Stephanie started, her voice steady and surprisingly there was no bitterness, “I was treated like nothing, less than nothing. They made me do the most laborious, degrading tasks—things that no human or werewolf should ever have to endure. I was a slave, not just in body, but in spirit.”Damien’s heart clenched at her words. He had known she suffered, but hearing it like this, so raw and re
They walked side by side back to the pack’s grounds. The tension that had once defined their interactions seemed to have faded, replaced by a sense of ease and understanding. Their conversation flowed naturally as if they were old friends rediscovering a connection they had almost lost.“I used to think the creek was just a place to escape,” Stephanie said, her voice soft. “But now, I see it’s more than that. It’s a place to find peace.”Damien nodded, his gaze focused on the path ahead. “It’s always been a place where I can think clearly. It’s good to see you’ve found some peace there too.”Stephanie smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you, Damien. For everything. For listening.”Damien glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “I should be the one thanking you, Stephanie. You’ve been through so much, mostly caused by me and yet you’re still standing. I admire that and thank you for forgiveness.”Stephanie smiled but said nothing