Xavier the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, finds himself torn between duty and love. His heart belongs to his luna Della, a kind-hearted and loyal pack member, but his desires lead him astray towards Anna, a manipulative omega seeking power. When his mistress falls pregnant he has no choice to leave his heartbroken luna who hasn’t managed to give him a heir. Della is heartbroken by Xavier's betrayal, curses him and walks away from the pack. As she settles in the city, she soon discovers that she is pregnant with Xavier's children. Fueled by anger and a desire for revenge she vows to raise her babies on her own terms and make them strong enough to challenge the pack that betrayed her. Meanwhile, Xavier uncovers Anna's lies about her pregnancy and realizes the depth of her deceit. Driven by guilt and a longing to make amends with Luna, Xavier sets out to find her and seek her forgiveness. However, as he delves deeper into the city, Xavier realizes the extent of the damage caused by his choices and wonders if it's too late to repair the broken bond with his ex Luna. In the city, Della meets a mysterious man who offers her a chance at a new life outside the pack. Drawn to his kindness and understanding, she begins to soften her heart and open herself up to the possibility of love once again. But when Xavier finally locates Della and finds out she has his children, will their reunion bring closure and healing, or will the wounds of the past be too deep to mend?
View MoreThe voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife, drawing all eyes to the new arrival. It was Sage, her features illuminated by the moonlight, casting a gentle glow that contradicted the tension in the clearing. She stood a few paces behind Xavier, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. "Sage," Xavier breathed, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He felt the weight of her presence, knowing she understood the stakes. But he also sensed her hesitation, the internal struggle playing out behind her eyes. “Leave, Sage,” Della warned, her lips curling into a snarl. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It concerns everyone,” she replied evenly, unwavering in the face of Della’s hostility. “Xavier, please, you’re letting your anger cloud your judgment. We need to think this through.” Micheal stepped forward, a menacing stance emanating from him. “Stay out of this, Sage. You should have kept him in line.” A flash of anger crossed her face, and she squared her shoulder
Observing from a distance, Xavier struggled to compose himself. He knew Sage would be mad at him for not listening to her and going all in without any proper plan. But he had had more than enough. Micheal and Della had taken the one thing he had always wanted from him: a son. He would not let her take his son away from him any longer. He waited patiently behind a twisted tree, the moonlight barely filtering through the dense canopy overhead. Xavier's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold in the clearing. His mind was tumultuous—rage, fear, and fierce determination. He knew he was about to cross a line, one he'd promised himself he wouldn't for the sake of his son. Sage had cautioned him time and again. "Patience, Xavier. We can't act without a plan." But she didn't understand. She hadn't lived through the torment he felt every day of his life since Micheal and Della had taken their son from him. The heartache was unbearable. He peered through the leaves, his breath stea
The morning light broke through the darkness, casting gentle beams over their small house, illuminating the remnants of their ordinary lives. Della stirred, still caught in a net of uncertainty, as her mind raced with thoughts of the impending journey. Part of her longed for the normalcy Michael had promised, while another part felt the weight of worry pressing down harder as she glanced at the clock; their departure loomed closer.The house was already alive with sounds of movement. Felix’s laughter echoed down the hallway, a buoyant reminder of innocence amidst their turbulent reality. Della smiled faintly, willing herself to focus on that joy. She slipped out of bed, her heart heavy yet resolved, knowing her son deserved every moment of happiness, even as they prepared for the unknown.When she entered the kitchen, Felix was bouncing on the tips of his toes, his wild hair a reflection of his excitement. “Mummy! Daddy said we’re going on an adventure today!” He beamed, eyes sparklin
Their son’s laughter cut through the tension like a knife, a reminder of normalcy in a world that suddenly felt perilous. Della closed her eyes momentarily, allowing the joy to wash over her before reality resurfaced. She opened her eyes, focusing on Michael’s face, now softening as he allowed himself brief moments of hope.“Felix doesn’t deserve to suffer for our mistakes, Michael,” she said, trying to pull him back from the brink of denial. “The longer we keep these secrets, the worse it could be for him. We must teach him how to handle fear instead of shielding him from it.”Michael took a deep breath, his frustration mingling with the undeniable weight of responsibility on his shoulders. “I understand that,” he said, his voice subdued. “But can’t we hold off for just a little longer? Just until we know more? Until we’re ready to help him?”Della’s heart ached at the pleading tone in his voice, which echoed the same fears she felt but was less willing to admit. “How do we know when
Della watched Michael pace the living room, his agitation growing with each stride. The sunlight, once a source of comfort, now seemed to cast long, ominous shadows across the room. She knew she was asking a lot of him, but she couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that Xavier was getting closer. He was supposed to be dead and she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t in a nightmare. “We need to tell him, Michael,” she reiterated, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. “We can’t keep living like this, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He deserves to know the truth, even if it's painful.” Michael stopped pacing and faced her, his expression a mixture of frustration and defeat. “What do you want me to say, Della? ‘Hey, Felix, remember that man who left us? Well, he’s back, and he wants to take you away from us. Try not to worry about it, buddy!’” Della winced. She understood his reluctance. It was a difficult conversation, one that could easily
“You went to the house? Xavier, that was a stupid thing to do.” Sage grumbled and shook her head in disapproval as Xavier sank into the armchair. He looked exhausted, with large bags under his eyes and unbrushed hair. He had barely slept or eaten for days now. Sage sighed and felt sympathy envelop her as she watched him helplessly rest his head in his hands. “I needed to see my son, but the look on her face when she saw me again after all this time. I couldn’t stay away any longer, Sage. That’s my son. He’s growing up thinking that man is his father. How can Della do this to me!” Xavier growled; I could feel the frustration radiating from his body. I swallowed and knelt in front of him. Taking his hands into mine and assuring him that I was still by his side no matter what. “I promised to stand by your side and will continue to do so. Della and Micheal will not get away with this. I promise.” She looked deep into Xavier’s eyes, and he could only nod in response. The image o
Della wrapped her arms around Felix, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his small body against her as relief washed over her like a tide. "I was so scared, Felix. You have to promise me you won’t do that again. You have to let me know where you’re going, okay?” Felix nodded, his cheek pressed against her shoulder. “I just wanted to see the bunnies,” he mumbled, a slight tremor in his voice. “I thought I could find them by myself.” Della's heart ached at his childlike innocence, but she couldn’t shake the undercurrent of fear that still clung to her. “I know, sweetheart, but you can’t go out on your own. It’s dangerous. What if you got lost?” “Mommy, I didn’t get lost,” he protested, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes wide and earnest. “I just went to look for them.” Michael appeared behind them, his face a mix of relief and anger. “Felix,” he said, kneeling down to the boy’s level, “You scared us half to death! You can’t go off like that. You don’t know
The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Della's bedroom. As she stirred awake, the comforting warmth of the blankets wrapped around her, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. But as she turned to discover the space beside her empty, a wave of unease washed over her. "Felix?" she called, her voice muffled by the sheets. There was no reply. Just the chirping of birds outside and the quiet hum of the world waking up. Della swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. Panic began to bloom in her chest. She quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and rushed out of the room, the hallway stretching quiet. "Felix, come on!" she called again, a sense of urgency creeping into her tone. She dashed to his bedroom, flinging open the door, but the room was empty. The bed was unmade, toys scattered across the floor—a trail of evidence marking his previous presence—but he was nowhere to be found. Della's heart raced, each be
Michael’s gaze shifted from the road to the porch, his previous lightheartedness vanishing in an instant. "Della, stay in the car," he whispered, but his voice was steady, grounded. His protective instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene. Felix, oblivious to the tension gripping the adult hearts beside him, continued to chatter, "He looks funny! Is he a clown? Can I see him?" Della felt like she might drown in the chaos inside her mind. That face—she knew it. The storm of emotions crashing over her threatened to pull her under. The world outside, once decorated in hues of vanilla and strawberry, faded into worry-laden grays. “It’s… it’s nobody, sweetheart,” she said, her voice trembling despite her best effort to sound calm. Those two words echoed hollowly in her chest, the truth of the situation crashing against her like waves. “Della? What do you want to do?” Michael’s voice was a low rumble, a rock amidst the encroaching tide of unease. As fear clawed its way up
Xavier stood in front of Luna with a heavy heart, the words he had rehearsed over and over again now stuck in his throat. Luna looked up at him with hopeful eyes, searching for any sign that he still cared for her. But all Xavier could see was his mistress, Anna, waiting for him in the shadows. "Luna, I... I can't be with you," Xavier finally managed to say, his voice cracking with emotion. Luna's expression fell, her hand reaching out towards him as if to catch him before he fell. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Xavier hesitated, torn between his duty as a werewolf alpha and his feelings for Anna. He knew he had to choose one, and he knew that Luna deserved better than to be in a relationship with someone who couldn't give her his whole heart. "I... I have found someone else," Xavier admitted, his voice barely audible. Luna's eyes widened in shock, the realization of what Xavier was saying hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Who?" she asked, her voice ...
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