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Callum The pack hall feels too small, too confined, as I pace back and forth like a caged animal. My thoughts are a tangled mess, consumed by images of Aria - the way her body felt pressed against mine, the taste of her lips, the fire in her eyes as she attacked Elijah to save my life. That moment plays over and over in my mind, a testament to her fierce loyalty, her unwavering courage. Even after everything I did to her, every lie and betrayal, she still fought for me with a passion that takes my breath away. And now, with the memory of our stolen moment together seared into my brain, I can't escape the regret that claws at my chest. I never should have deceived her, never should have pushed her away. I thought I was doing what was best for the pack, but the truth is, I was a coward. I was too afraid to face my feelings for her, too afraid of what loving her might mean. I clench my fist, my nails digging into my palm as I try to steady myself. But it's no use. The agitation rolls
Aria My heart pounds in my chest as Leah and I are escorted into the pack hall by two stern-faced pack members. The atmosphere is thick with tension, and I can sense a mix of anger, disappointment, and sorrow emanating from Elijah as he stands with the council members and Soren. Leah shoots me a worried glance, her brows furrowed in concern. I try to give her a reassuring smile, but it feels strained on my face. Something is wrong, very wrong, and the knot in my stomach tightens with each step we take. Elijah gestures for us to take a seat, his expression grim and his eyes filled with a pain that makes my heart ache. I've never seen him look so broken, so utterly devastated, and I can't help but wonder what could have caused such a profound change in his demeanor. "What's going on, Elijah?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly as I try to keep my composure. "Why have you called us here?" He takes a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the council members before settling back on me. "
Aria The cold, hard floor presses against my cheek as I slowly drift into consciousness. For a moment, I'm disoriented, my mind struggling to piece together the fragments of my memory. But as the fog of sleep clears, the harsh reality of my situation comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave. I'm in prison. Locked away like a common criminal, awaiting trial for a crime I didn't commit. I blink, trying to adjust to the dim light filtering through the small, barred window. As my eyes focus, I see Leah sitting beside me, her face etched with concern and fear. She looks like she hasn't slept in days, and I feel a pang of guilt knowing that I'm the reason for her suffering. "Aria, we need to talk," she says, her voice gentle but firm as she places a comforting hand on my shoulder. I look away, tears welling up in my eyes as the weight of my guilt threatens to crush me. I know that my actions have not only put my own life in danger but also the lives of my best friend and my unborn ch
Aria The moonlit clearing is eerily silent, the only sound the soft whisper of the wind through the trees. The Silverfang pack forms a loose circle around the perimeter, their eyes fixed on the two wolves in the center. Elijah and I face each other, our bodies tense and coiled, ready to spring into action at any moment. The air between us crackles with energy, a palpable tension that sets my nerves on edge. Elijah's black fur seems to absorb the moonlight, making him almost invisible against the shadows. But I can see the glint of his eyes, the flash of his teeth as he snarls at me. You think you can beat me, little girl? his voice echoes in my mind, dripping with disdain. You're nothing but a pup, playing at being an Alpha. I bare my teeth in response, a low growl rumbling in my throat. I am no pup, I snap back, my mental voice sharp and clear. And I will prove it, by defeating you here and now. Elijah laughs, a harsh, grating sound that sets my teeth on edge. We shall see about
Aria I stand tall in the center of the pack hall, my heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and fear. The members of the council are gathered before me, their faces a mix of shock, disbelief, and grudging respect. I take a deep breath, steadying myself before I speak. "As the new Alpha of the Silverfang pack," I say, my voice ringing out clear and strong, "I hereby annul the sentence against myself and Leah. The charges against us are dismissed, effective immediately." There's a moment of stunned silence, followed by a low murmur of confusion and surprise. I can see the council members exchanging glances, their eyes wide with uncertainty. But I don't waver, don't let my resolve falter for even a moment. "This is my decision," I say, my gaze sweeping over the gathered crowd. "And as your Alpha, you are compelled to accept it." Slowly, reluctantly, the council members begin to nod their heads. I can see the resignation in their eyes, the acceptance of my authority. "Very well," t
Callum The night is dark and silent as I make my way through the Silverfang pack territory, my footsteps light and quick on the damp earth. I move with the grace and stealth of a predator, my senses heightened and my muscles coiled with tension. I know I shouldn't be here, know that I'm taking a risk by infiltrating enemy territory like this. But I can't help myself, can't resist the pull of the woman who haunts my every waking thought and dreams. Aria. My mate, my love, my betrayer. The anger that churns in my gut is a constant companion these days, a simmering rage that threatens to boil over at any moment. I trusted her, gave her my heart and my soul, and in return... She abandoned me, turned her back on our love and our future together. I grit my teeth as I approach the packhouse, my eyes scanning the windows for any sign of movement. I know which room is hers, have watched her from afar on countless nights like this one. But tonight, I'm done watching. Tonight, I'm going to
Aria I wake slowly, my body aching in all the right places, a delicious soreness that reminds me of the passionate night I spent tangled in Callum's arms. For a moment, I allow myself to bask in the afterglow, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips as I stretch languidly beneath the sheets. But as I reach out to the other side of the bed, expecting to feel the warm, solid presence of Callum's body, my hand meets only cold, empty space. Confused, I sit up, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of him. That's when I see it. The note, a single sheet of paper folded on his pillow, my name scrawled across the front in his bold, familiar handwriting. With trembling fingers, I reach for it, my heart pounding in my chest as I unfold the paper and read the words written there. "Nothing's changed." Two words, simple and stark, but they hit me like a punch to the gut. I feel the air leave my lungs in a rush, my throat constricting with a sudden, overwhelming surge of emotion. Ang
Aria I close the front door to Leah's house with a gentle click, stepping out into the quiet street. A chill morning breeze caresses my skin, and I wrap my arms around myself against the cold. I feel raw and exposed after our emotional conversation, like a nerve laid bare. But I know there's no going back now. My choice has been made. With a deep breath, I make my way down the walk and turn in the direction of the packhouse. The tap of my boots on the pavement echoes in the silence, a lonely refrain keeping tempo with my own tumultuous thoughts. Doubt claws at me, whispering that I'm making a mistake. That a true Alpha would stand her ground, would fight to keep what she'd earned. I clench my jaw, steeling myself against the insidious voices. I didn't want to be Alpha, not really. It was forced upon me, a burden I never desired. Returning it to Elijah is the right thing to do. The only thing left that feels true in a world upended. As I near the center of town, flickers of movemen