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Callum Rage boils through my veins as I pace back and forth across my study. The image of Aria kneeling before that cursed Silverfang Alpha is seared into my mind. Elijah's hands on her shoulders, embracing her. The words of loyalty slipping from her lips. Words that should have been meant for me alone. With an anguished roar, I sweep my arm across the desk, sending papers and books crashing to the floor. It does nothing to the tempest inside me. "Callum, you need to calm down," Brayden urges, watching me warily from across the room. "Losing control won't change anything now." I whirl on him, eyes blazing. "You don't understand! I've lost her, Brayden. Truly lost her this time." My voice cracks on the words. Aria pledged herself to another Alpha tonight. Severed the last fragile bond still tethering us. She is bound to the Silverfangs now in a way I cannot undo. Brayden's green eyes reflect sympathy and regret. "I warned you that casting Aria out would only lead to more pain. Bu
Aria I toss and turn in the unfamiliar bed, the events of the acceptance ceremony replaying in my mind on an endless loop. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, still unsettled from severing our final ties to Moonshadow. To Callum.After hours of this, I can't take it anymore. I need to move, to run, to feel the wind in my fur and the earth under my paws. Shifting forms as quietly as possible so as not to wake Leah, I slip out into the moonlit night.The cool forest air fills my lungs as I break into a loping stride, picking up speed until the trees blur around me. For a moment, I am free, untethered from the pain and confusion weighing me down.But then a scent hits my nose, stopping me dead in my tracks. Earthy and wild with hints of pine and smoke. A scent I would know anywhere, in any form.Callum.My heart clenches painfully in my chest. Some masochistic part of me is tempted to turn tail and flee the other way, putting as much distance as possible between myself and my form
Aria He falls silent, still not meeting my gaze. A heavy beat passes, thick with all the things we can never take back."I loved you," I whisper finally, my heart spasming painfully in my chest as I give voice to the burning truth. "More than I thought it was possible to love someone. You were everything to me - friend, lover, partner, mate. Losing you... it's like losing a vital part of myself. A wound I'll carry with me forever."His eyes snap back to mine, shimmering with unshed tears. In the glistening blue, I see my own grief and desolation reflected back at me. We're both shattered by this, broken pieces that will never fit together again."But I have to find a way to heal now," I push on, voice cracking with emotion. "To pick up those pieces and build something new. And I have to do it without you."A single tear slips down his cheek, glinting silver in the moonlight. "I know," he rasps. "And I hope you find happiness again, Ari. It's all I've ever wanted for you. Even if I'm n
AriaLeah frowns, placing a steadying hand on my shoulder. "You can tell me anything, you know that."I nod, taking a deep breath before forcing the words out in a jumbled rush. "I'm pregnant. It's Callum's."Leah's eyes widen at my confession, shock suffusing her delicate features. For a long moment, she simply stares at me, mouth hanging open."Oh honey," she finally breathes, pulling me into a fierce hug. "That's...that's huge. How are you feeling?""Terrified," I admit, the word muffled against her shoulder. "And so, so lost. I don't know how to do this without him, Leah."She pulls back to cup my face in her palms, green eyes blazing with conviction. "You don't have to. I'm here. The whole pack is here. We'll help you through this every step of the way."Tears sting my eyes at her words, gratitude and relief rushing through me in dizzying waves. I don't know how I would survive this without Leah's steady presence at my side."Thank you," I whisper thickly. "I don't...I can't even
Aria I vaguely recognize her as Soren, one of the unmated females who's been vying for Elijah's attention since long before I arrived. The jealousy radiating from her is almost palpable, envy souring her crisp pine scent. "Excuse me?" I grit out, hackles rising at her antagonistic tone. Soren steps closer, invading my personal space in a blatant challenge. "You heard me. What did you do to convince Elijah to let you stay? Bat your lashes and spread your legs like a good little she-wolf?" Rage ignites in my veins, white-hot and searing. How dare she imply something so crass, so demeaning? As if the only value I could possibly offer is as a sexual plaything. My wolf snarls within me, begging to be let loose on this impudent female. To put her in her place and assert our dominance. But I tamp down on the urge, knowing violence will only escalate the situation. "I earned my place here, just like everyone else," I reply instead, injecting steel into my tone. "Not that it's any of your
AriaThe days following my confrontation with Soren are some of the most challenging of my life. Everywhere I turn, I'm met with suspicious glares and hushed whispers, the pack's trust in me shaken by my violent outburst.But I refuse to let their judgment break me. With Elijah's unwavering support, I throw myself into making amends, determined to prove that one mistake does not define me.I start by seeking out Soren directly, my heart pounding in my throat as I approach her in the common room. She eyes me warily, tension radiating from her slender frame."What do you want?" she asks, voice tight with barely restrained hostility.I take a deep breath, forcing myself to meet her gaze. "To apologize. What I did to you was unforgivable, Soren. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I lashed out in a way that was completely inexcusable."She blinks, clearly taken aback by my humble overture. For a moment, I think she might reject my apology outright. But then her shoulders slump sligh
AriaIn that moment, I realize that I can't run from this. I can't hide away in the safe harbor of Silverfang and pretend none of this is happening.This is my fight now, my burden to bear. For the sake of my unborn child and the future of our entire species.With grim determination, I straighten my spine and meet Tamara's haunted gaze. "Then we find another way. We gather allies, resources. We do whatever it takes to protect my baby and stop Callum before it's too late."Her eyes widen, a flicker of hope sparking to life in their stormy depths. "You mean...you'll fight him?"I nod, a leaden weight settling in my chest. "I don't have a choice. If I don't stand against him, no one will. And my child will be lost to his twisted ambitions."It's a terrifying prospect, the idea of facing down the male I once loved above all others. But I know in my bones that it's the only way forward.For better or worse, the fate of the werewolf world now rests on my shoulders. On the tiny, innocent lif
CallumDarkness consumes me, wrapping its inky tendrils around my heart and mind until all that remains is a twisted obsession. The prophecy beats within my skull, pulsing in rhythm with the malevolent force that now guides my every action.I crave power, hunger for it like a starving beast. The ancient words promise untold strength to the one who controls the fated child - the key to ruling over all packs, bending them to my will.And that child grows now in Aria's womb. My heir, my blood. The instrument of my ascension.Aria. Even now, her name stirs something in me, a flicker of the love we once shared. But it's buried deep beneath the layers of madness and ambition, a fading ember drowned out by the raging inferno of my new purpose.She is nothing to me now but a means to an end. A vessel to carry my legacy and deliver me the power I crave. And I will have her, one way or another.The dark force thrums in agreement, urging me onwards. With my loyal warriors at my back, I set out f
Aria Gods, Callum is infuriating. His face hardens as that familiar stubborn glint flashes in his eyes - the same pigheaded determination that got us into this whole mess to begin with. I can practically see the wheels turning as he debates his next move against me. Part of him clearly wants to reassert his dominance, to double down on suppressing my abilities like some addiction he can't kick. The urge to subjugate me is probably humming through his alpha instincts, primal and mindless. But another part of him hesitates, flickering with unease at how thoroughly I overpowered him just moments ago. He knows I'm no longer that helpless prisoner bound and sedated at his mercy. My powers have returned in full, and whether he wants to admit it or not, that reality has shifted the balance of our forces irrevocably. A tense beat passes between us before he finally breaks the charged silence. "Explain how this is possible," he growls. "That serum should have kept your abilities neutralize
Callum The stone walls of the empty corridor seem to press in on me as I make my way toward Aria's room. Each step feels heavier than the last, the weight of what I'm about to do bearing down on me. I know I have to be cruel, have to push her away and treat her coldly. It's the only way to keep up the ruse, the only way to make sure she stays safe. But Goddess, it's killing me. I pause outside her door, squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep breath to steel myself. Be strong, Callum. This is for her, even if she'll hate you for it. With that last shred of resolve, I harden my expression to a mask of indifference and push open the door. Aria is sitting on the edge of the bed, her muscles visibly tensing as I enter. Those striking amber eyes narrow, lips curving down. "What do you want?" she snaps, hostility etched into every line of her body. I force back the urge to go to her, to wrap my arms around her and breathe in the woodsy vanilla scent unique to her. Instead I keep my t
Aria The morning light filtering in through the curtains is what finally rouses me from a restless sleep. As wakefulness slowly returns, so does the memory of what transpired between Callum and me last night. Shame burns through me as I recall the way I surrendered to him so completely, gave in to desires I should have resisted with every fiber of my being. What is wrong with me? How could I let him manipulate me like that, use my body's traitorous responses against me? I grit my teeth, anger and disgust swirling hotly inside me. No more. I refuse to be weak, to let Callum gain the upper hand because he knows exactly how to play my body like a well-tuned instrument. I am the mistress of my own fate, not some puppet dancing to his twisted tune. Determination steeling my spine, I try again to tap into that wellspring of power I can normally feel thrumming just below my skin. But there's nothing, not even the barest tingle or spark. Whatever chemical cocktail my mother injected me with
Aria My eyes flutter open, and a wave of disorientation washes over me. Where am I? The room is unfamiliar, not my bedroom back home. I try to lift my head from the plush pillow, but my limbs feel weighed down, like they're made of lead. Fragments of memory creep in. My mother...she injected me with something. The liquid burned as it entered my veins. Then everything went black. I remember Callum's face hovering over me, a look of grim determination etched across his chiseled features. He must have brought me here, wherever "here" is. Fear spikes through my body as I finally notice the bindings around my wrists and ankles, securing me to the bed frame. I'm trapped. The sound of footsteps approaching pulls my attention to the shadowy corner of the room. Callum emerges, back-lit by the soft glow filtering through the bedroom curtains. Even in the dim light, I can make out the hard lines of his body, all sinewy muscle and predatory grace. Our eyes lock, and I try to keep my face impa
Aria Shock roots me to the spot as my gaze collides with piercing blue eyes I haven't seen in months. Callum stands in the doorway, tall and imposing as ever, his presence hitting me like a physical blow. My heart lurches against my ribs, confusion and fear swirling in a toxic mixture. "What are you doing here?" I demand, my voice coming out high and thin. Callum's eyes flicker to my mother, comprehension slamming into me with sickening force. She brought him here. Betrayed my location to the one person I've been running from all this time. I whirl to face her, hands balling into fists at my sides. "How could you?" I choke out through the rage constricting my throat. "How could you tell him where I was?" My mother reaches for me beseechingly. "Aria, you must understand, I only want what's best for you..." "Best for me?" I shriek, jerking violently out of her grasp. "Bringing the monster who shattered my heart and trust here is what's best?" "He explained everything, dear," my mo
Aria My brow furrows as my mother's words sink in. There's an implication in her tone that puts me instantly on edge, has apprehension coiling tight in my gut. "What do you mean, I came here like a thief in the night?" I ask hesitantly. My mother sighs, her face growing solemn. She reaches out to take my hand in hers, grip gentle but intent. When she speaks, her voice is heavy with regret. "Aria, your father and I...we know everything that happened. With the Silverfangs." My heart drops like a stone, panic constricting my chest so I can barely suck in a breath. I choke out a stunned "What?" as my mother continues, her words landing like blows. "We know you abandoned your old pack. That you betrayed Moonshadow to join with the Silverfangs. That the child you carry..." She hesitates, eyes shining with disappointment. "That he belongs to their Alpha, Elijah." I reel under the impact of her false words, the injustice of the accusations stealing my breath. Desperate to defend myself
Aria The space between me and Elijah feels charged, electric with the weight of the choice I've just made. I can see the anguish in his eyes as he watches me walk away, can feel the severing of our mating bond like a physical ache in my chest. But I force myself to keep moving, descending the ceremonial platform on legs that feel numb and disconnected from my body. This is the only way, I tell myself. The gathered crowd parts silently before me as I pass, their accusing eyes following my retreat. I catch snatches of muttered conversation, words like "traitor" and "coward" piercing my ears. Each whispered condemnation lands like a blow, the hostility pressing in on me from all sides. But I refuse to cower or quicken my pace. I walk steadily onward, my spine straight and chin lifted. Their judgment cannot touch me - not really. When I finally reach my room, I close and lock the door firmly behind me. Only then do I allow myself to sag against the smooth wood, my breath leaving in a
Aria I arrive at the ceremony grounds, my stomach churning with anxiety as furious shouts assault me from the gathered crowd. Heads turn in my direction, eyes burning into me with outrage and accusation. I straighten my spine and lift my chin, refusing to let them see the nerves fraying beneath my composed exterior. This is my own doing. I have no one to blame but myself for the chaos and turmoil rippling through the Silverfang pack. But it's the only way I can see to finally find some semblance of peace and clarity in the storm raging within me. Elijah stands rigidly on the raised wooden platform at the center of the ceremony circle. His powerful frame is taut with tension, his features an impenetrable mask concealing the tempest of emotions I know must be swirling inside him. Only his dark eyes, boring into mine with smoldering intensity, betray the war waging beneath his Alpha dominance. I inhale a steeling breath and stride forward into the sacred clearing, the simmering hostil
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