Chapter 18Amelia’s POV“It’s better you go back to your room, your training starts soon, stop looking for cassie, he’ll come meet you herself.” I slightly shaken my head in confusion,“I don’t get you, what training?”“You think I’ll just let you be my Luna without getting you prepared for it? Have you forgotten who I am?” I slammed my hands on my head, anger beaming inside of me, who does he think he is?“You just do things without asking me?” I said,“That’s why I wanted to leave in the first place.” I muttered under my breath. He kept quiet for a while and we remained in silence, “Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked, and found myself laughed at. His hands picked my face gently, I could feel his hands run deep into my head, and my feet were off the ground, like I was in a dance display. It was hard to decipher. I didn’t know what to do, he carried me into the room and dropped me on the soft vest with his scent covering it all. I jerked back to my senses,“What the hell,
Sapphira’ POVI heard their sneaky voices right behind the door, it doesn’t seem right, but if I was going to get my way with Damien, that bitch has to leave. I heard footsteps down the hallway, loud and steady, I was forced to leave the entrance of the door and find somewhere else to hide. It was obvious Ethan wasn’t doing his Job. At least the first was successful until Terry asked me to leave. Such a pack of fools in the family. “I need everything to go well, perfectly well, then you can trade whatever you want to.” I heard Damien’s voice go so straight, I wish he had said every detail. They all kept making me confused. I went back to my room to pick up my phone, it wasn’t allowed in the pack. Damien believed the spies that invaded the pack a few years ago were communicating through that. I hid it very far away from prying eyes, I know what that means, because I was one myself.If i picked my phone, the call will be directed, i knew i had to try something better. How about befrien
Amelia’s POVMy heart skipped a bit, the door opened and a guard came in. It was a prayer I had long wanted to come onboard, but not this way. Everything about the pack was really questionable.“The alpha wants to see you.” He said, his voice almost sounded like a warning. “Me?'' I asked, I definitely wasn't the only one sitting round the table. Sapphira had invited us for dinner and I had to leave the room. I knew he said I was going to spend the night in his room, but not so fast, the moon wasn’t even out yet. “We’re having a meal, as you can see.” Sapphira answered.“I believe he said; I want to see her now, go find her.” his voice came up like a stern warning once more. I rolled my eyes at the meal on the table and stood up immediately.“I’ll leave too.” Cassie didn’t take a chance to sit a moment after I stood up. She followed right behind me and the guard.***“Did you leave the room, after i asked you not to wander around again?” “Seriously” I thought, “why does his voice so
Amelia’s POVThe dress was stiff and I felt stuck, looking like I had my balance far away from a strong being. It suddenly felt like a smell of betrayal. Cassie didn’t mention training with Damien. I took all the ounce of my strength to ignore his smell, if I could try to sprout out the beast inside of me but not until I’ve finally gained his trust to make me his Luna. “You’ll make a great Luna, Amelia.” Her voice was always comforting, and I felt going to sleep last night was the better option even if I wasn’t feeling too sleepy. I had to make Damien trust me to be able to handle the position. “On what terms do you think he’d make me available in the dungeon? It seems he has a thing for dark rooms, but throwing that guy in the dungeon…..?”“Don’t worry about that. He has a ton of forgiveness in his blood, see him? He has been an offender since he arrived here. We'll talk about that after your first training session tomorrow.” She assured me. _ _ _ _ _ _ The sun was yet to rise, i
Amelia stood before Alpha Gideon, her father, her fur shimmering under the moonlight like silver silk. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, reflected the wisdom of her spirit, while her sleek coat, a blend of charcoal and snow, spoke of her lineage as the alpha's daughter.Her father noticed she was wrestling with her thoughts.“Are you okay?” “Yes, father.”“I'm okay but nervous, father.”“I can't believe you've grown so beautiful. It's a great evening, Amelia.”“I get it.”(Both) “The moon gives you great peace when you smile.” They laughed.The scent of pine and freshly fallen snow mingled in the crisp air as the members of the Silver Frost pack gathered in a circle, their breath visible in the chilly evening. There were so many figures late that evening in the areas and the pack house. It was cold and bright. Every werewolf in their form, howling. The full moon whispered such defense in their favor and every heartbeat of the m
Amelia had grown accustomed to the rhythm of the forest, the rustle of leaves, and the calls of distant creatures. For months, she had lived in solitude, hiding from the world, seeking solace in the embrace of nature. But today, something changed. As she crouched beside a small stream, cupping her hands to drink, her ears caught the sound of footsteps. Her heart quickened, and she froze, every muscle tensed with apprehension. Were they from her pack? Had they found her? She listened intently, the murmurs growing louder as the voices drew nearer. They spoke of an Alpha, one filled with rage, heartless and cruel. Fear gripped her, and she struggled to control her breathing, hoping against hope that they weren't here for her.Damien, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, prowled through the woods with his packmates, his senses attuned to every scent, every sound. The whispers of his companions filled his ears, painting a picture of a tyrant ruling over his
Damien's heart was like an encased ice meant to preserve a flower, prowling the corridors of his mansion like a predator on the hunt. The revelation of Amelia being his second chance mate did nothing to thaw the coldness that had settled in his soul. If anything, it only fueled his determination to keep her within his grasp, to assert his dominance over her in every way possible.Locked away in a room, her every move monitored, Amelia's world had shrunk to the confines of her prison. Damien's iron grip left her feeling suffocated, her attempts at escape thwarted at every turn. He was relentless in his pursuit, his presence a constant reminder of her captivity.As Damien approached the door to Amelia's room, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. He knew he should confront her, demand answers to the questions that had been plaguing him since her arrival. Yet, every time he drew near, the intoxicating scent of her skin would assail his senses, rend
“What's your name?”“Amelia.” She said bowing her head her eyes popped out like a reservoir that's preparing to lose control. Damien stood up and walked around her He scoffed and rubbed his hand through her hair inhaling every scent he got.“Look at me Amelia,” he lifted up her chin, I'm your alpha now and you listen to me.You do that and you get to stay out of the dungeon but if you don't, then you stay in their till you're ready to listen”“Stop doing that thing.” Amelia responded“Stop doing what? He said sternlyAmelia, not minding how his voice affects her, replied instantly.“That thing you do to look cruel.”She knows he's her second chance mate. Why does he have to act cold?“You've become so comfortable telling me what to do.” he picked her up from the chair and dragged her to the entrance of the door.“Ethan.” Damien called out.“Yes Alpha.”“Get her out of here and take her back to the dun