LOGINSophia
My face turns towards the right while the skin of my cheek stings with the impact of the slap.
My eyes burn with tears, which I refuse to release as my gaze is trained on the floor.
"Apologize to Cynthia right now!" My father bellows causing me to flinch. "How dare you disrespect my wife and your Luna by questioning her actions?!"
My mother died soon after giving birth to me, and my father blamed me for her death. When I turned three, councilmen asked my father to take a second chance mate because his wolf was going crazy without his mate. Even though he didn't want to, he had to find another mate because, slowly, his wolf was going insane.
Since my mother was his true mate, he never wanted to give her place to anyone else, so instead of taking Cynthia as his second chance mate, he married her.
Cynthia is what you can call a true definition of an evil stepmother. She hated me from the moment she married my father and made it clear to me that I was unwanted in her house.
But since she couldn't kick me out, she made sure to make my life miserable at every chance she got.
"She punished Emily for no reason." I speak in a low but firm voice, "She is a small child who just took an apple from the fruit basket."
"She stole the apple." Cynthia glares at me, then turns her gaze to my father and places her hand on his arm, "Emily is a child. That's why it is important for her to learn if she needs something, then she should ask instead of stealing. I was disciplining her by ordering her to fetch five buckets of water from the well, not punishing her."
"I even asked Janet to accompany her and help her with completing her task." She sighs and shakes her head, "I am mother of this pack; I am not cruel as Sophia thinks of me."
"You don't have to justify yourself; I know you." Father wraps an arm around her as she softly cries, "This girl is nothing but a nuisance. It seems like killing my Selena wasn't enough for her, so each day she does something that only hurts others." He glares at me with such hatred that the tears that I was holding back spill from my eyes.
"No food for you for five days, and you will work with the omegas for the preparation of a full moon ball." He puts every bit of his Alpha command behind his words while glaring at me.
"Yes, Alpha." Bowing my head, I show my neck in submission to him.
Strangely, Alpha commands never work on me, but I haven't told anyone about this, especially my father. If I told him then he would find one more reason to hate me thinking I am challenging his authority.
I turn and leave the room, my head held low. As I walk through the halls of the pack house, I feel the weight of everyone's stares. Whispers follow me, but I am used to it. I've been an outcast my whole life. I pass Emily in the kitchen, her eyes red from crying. She looks up at me with a mixture of guilt and gratitude, and I manage a small smile for her.
"I am sorry, Sophia." She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, "I was hungry."
"It's okay, Emily," I say softly and reassuringly.
Emily is one of the orphans of the pack. Her parents died in a car accident two years back; since she doesn't have any family who could take her in, she lives in the orphanage.
I head out to my room in the packhouse where I live since I am not allowed to live in the Alpha house, ready to start my punishment.
Physical labor is nothing new to me; it's a way to keep my mind off the pain and loneliness that have become my constant companions. As I work, I think about my mother, the only person who might have loved me if she had lived.
And sometimes my thoughts shift to the person whom Moon Goddess has chosen for me... my mate.
My heart clings to the hope that one day, I'll find him, and he'll take me away from this misery.
Something in me tells me that soon, my wait is about to come to an end.
LucasI go over everything again in my head, like I am lining up scattered photographs on a table and finally seeing the picture they form together, and then slowly the initial confusion begins to clear as a thought comes in my mind... which seems a plausible reason why Aurora experienced this.“Was Aurora with her mom when she was…” I start, then stop. My eyes move to Aurora without meaning to, searching for a word that will not cut her open. I find nothing usable. “When her mom was… attacked?”Aurora looks at me. Just looks. Her eyes are wide, alert, watching my face like she is trying to figure out what I already know. Then she turns to Arthur, waiting. She does not speak. That tells me more than words would.“Yes,” Arthur says, and nods once. “She was with her.”“Ruby took her out on a walk,” he continues, voice even but thinner than before. “Hunters and rogues attacked her. She hid Aurora inside the tree trunk.”Aurora inhales sharply. I catch it immediately. The breath stops hal
LucasAurora’s grip tightens around my hand so suddenly that my arm jerks back. She stops walking like she has hit an invisible wall. I turn toward her, already scanning her face, because something has shifted. I know her too well now to miss this.Her eyes are wide, unfocused, like she is seeing something that is not in front of her. There is a haze there, a distance that makes my chest tighten. Her breathing changes, shallow and sharp, and then I feel it. That familiar pull of her wolf, only stronger this time. Her wolf's presence swells in a way that makes my wolf stir hard inside me.Her eyes darken.“Aurora,” I say her name softly, but she does not hear me.She stands frozen for half a second, body tense, every muscle locked. Then she yanks her hand from mine and takes off running toward the house.“Aurora,” I snap, already moving.She is fast. Damn, she is fast. Her strides eat up distance like it means nothing, like something is pulling her forward with force she does not quest
AuroraMy hands tangle into his hair, fingers sliding through the thick strands like they belong there. His breath is warm against my skin, every brush of his lips sending a quiet shiver through me. I notice everything. The way he exhales when he presses closer. The way his mouth lingers, like he is listening to something beneath my skin. I have always wanted him. There has never been a moment where that felt untrue, and I have never tried to pretend otherwise.He knows that about me.There is nothing shameful in wanting the person you love. Wanting their touch. Wanting their attention. Wanting the way they say your name when they are not thinking about anyone else. I want him in every way a person can want another, and that has always felt simple. Honest.But this feels different.This is not just desire. It is not just heat or closeness or the familiar rush that comes when his hands find me. This is something sharper. Deeper. A pull that feels almost painful, like something inside m
LucasThere aren’t any hybrids that I know of, so this is an area I am walking into without a map. I feel it in my chest as a quiet pressure, not panic, not fear, just this constant awareness that I need to understand what is happening to her before it turns into something she cannot put into words. I have spent my life knowing exactly where I stand, what I am, what rules apply to me. This is new. This is unknown. And it is wrapped up in Aurora, which makes it matter more than anything else ever has.She sits across from me with her knees drawn in a little, shoulders relaxed but not fully. Her fingers brush the inside of her wrist, slow and absentminded, like she is trying to calm a pulse she does not recognize yet. I notice how her breathing evens out every time she looks at me, even though her eyes still carry confusion. Soft confusion. Not fear. That matters.Each time her gaze meets mine, I feel it again. That faint reach from her.My wolf reacts instantly, alert in a way it has n
LucasThe presence hits me sharp enough that my wolf pushes forward without permission. I blink once, slow, trying to steady myself, but the moment I reach deeper into Aurora’s mind, the pull gets stronger. It is not dangerous. It is not a threat. It is something else. Something I did not expect to feel in her.And it explains everything.Her emotions are not just tangled. They are layered. Overlapping. Like two different people are trying to feel through the same heart.No wonder she is overwhelmed. No wonder she keeps spiraling without understanding why. None of her emotions sit still. They tilt one way, then the other, like they belong to two different people who both want control. The confusion in her is not because she is lost. It is because she is feeling too much. Two currents running at once inside the same river, trying to merge but also trying to move in their own directions.One is familiar. It is the Aurora I know.And then there is the other presence.The one that is sti
LucasThere is something I finally understand about Aurora. Something I used to think was adorable, almost playful. The way she can brighten in seconds. The way her mood lifts as if someone flipped a switch inside her. I used to think it was magic. Her magic. But now I see it is a shield. A trick she learned to keep the world from seeing her hurt. She thinks she is hiding her pain, but all she does is show me how much she has carried alone.It breaks something in me. Seeing how easy it is for her to pretend she is fine.“So, what do I have to do?” she asks, voice soft but curious. She shifts into a crisscross position on the grass right in front of me. The breeze moves little strands of her hair, and she tucks them behind her ear like she wants to look presentable for whatever she imagines this process is.“Hold your hands or look into your eyes, you know, to transfer my mind or whatever.”She looks so genuinely excited that I cannot help smiling. It is not fake. I know her face by







