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
“Xavier, I love this dress. Today I will wear it. Perhaps we can shop for a beautiful dress for my upcoming Luna ceremony.” Anna gushed excitedly as she twirled around the bedroom, holding one of Dellas' most beautiful dresses against herself. Xavier glanced up and felt his wolf's dislike of the omega touching his exes' belongings. Xavier's stomach churned at the sight of Anna holding Luna Della's dress, a twinge of discomfort settling in his chest. The dress symbolised Luna, a reminder of the love they once shared, and seeing Anna covet it filled him with a sense of unease. "Anna, that dress belongs to Luna," Xavier said, his voice tinged with disapproval. "It's not yours to wear. And we haven't discussed anything about you becoming the Luna. You are merely carrying my child.” Anna's expression shifted, her smile faltering at Xavier's words. "But Xavier, I thought... I thought we were moving forward, starting a new chapter together," she said, a note of defensivenes
Della left the pack house and slid into her car without looking back. Her hands clenched the steering wheel as she turned the key, the engine roaring to life. The tyres screeched as she accelerated, leaving the dust of her old life behind. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, a steely determination in her eyes. She refused to let a single tear fall, refusing to give Xavier the satisfaction of her pain. His betrayal, especially with an omega, was bad enough, but the news of the pregnancy had shattered any remaining hope she had for their future together. For years, they had tried to have their baby, and this was how he wanted to be. Della had given her life to a man who she thought was her one and only. They had sworn their love and promises under the moon and in front of their loved ones and pack members. She knew that Xavier was a fool to choose anyone over her, and the moon goddess would surely punish him for his terrible actions. The wind whipped through her hair as she sped d
She turned on the bedside light and looked around, seeing nothing. She must have imagined it in her half-asleep state. As she settled back down, she tried to calm her racing heart and let the day's exhaustion finally lull her into a deep slumber. Images of the mysterious stranger and her freedom at that moment danced in her dreams, guiding her towards a new dawn filled with possibility. When Della awoke the following day, the light filtering through the curtains of the motel room cast a warm glow over her tired features. She stretched and yawned, the previous day's events slowly returning to her in fragments. As she got up and prepared to leave the motel room, a sense of determination filled her once more. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, prepared to embrace the unknown with open arms. Leaving the room key on the front desk, Della stepped out of the Rosewood Motel, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her skin. The previous day's events still lingered in her mind,
Della smiled back at Michael, surprised but pleased to see the kind stranger again. "It's nice to see you too. What a small world!""Indeed it is," Michael replied. "I didn't expect to run into you at my grandmother's cafe."Mrs. Thompson looked between Michael and Della with a warm smile. "Oh, so you two have already met? How wonderful!"Della explained how they had briefly crossed paths the previous day at the gas station when her car had broken down. Michael had been kind enough to help her get a tow truck arranged."My grandson has a good heart," Mrs. Thompson said proudly. "I'm glad he was there to lend a hand when you needed it.""He was a lifesaver," Della agreed. "And now your kindness in offering me a job and place to stay...I can't thank you both enough."Michael raised his eyebrows in surprise at his grandmother. "You've hired Della and offered her the flat upstairs? Grandmother, you didn't need to go to such troubles.""Nonsense!" Mrs. Thompson wagged her finger. "This you
Xavier felt suffocated by the walls closing in around him at the pack house. The weight of his choices threatened to crush him, the ghost of Luna's devastated face haunting his every waking moment. He needed to escape, breathe, and sort through the tangled mess of emotions. With a mumbled excuse to Anna, he headed into the forest surrounding the pack lands.As soon as the ancient trees enveloped him, Xavier allowed his wolf to surface, letting the beast take temporary refuge from his turbulent human emotions. Bones shifted and reformed as he dropped on four powerful legs, his russet fur bristling along his spine. A long, mournful howl bubbled up from his lupine chest, a guttural expression of frustration and inner turmoil.He took off at a loping run, powerful haunches propelling him forward as he relished the burn in his muscles and the wind whipping through his coarse pelt. Outside the wilderness, he could think clearly without Anna's insistent presence clouding his judgment. What h
Della woke up early the following day, the sun streaming through the windows of her cosy flat. She made herself a cup of coffee and sat on the small balcony, taking in the peaceful view of the bustling street below. It was a new day, full of possibilities, and she felt a sense of optimism washing over her. As she sipped her coffee, Della heard a faint rustling from the alley behind the café. Curious, she set down her mug and peered over the railing. Surprisingly, she saw a tiny kitten darting between the trash cans, its fur matted and dirty. Without hesitation, Della sprang into action. She hurried downstairs, grabbed a bowl of milk from the kitchen, and went to the alley. The kitten hesitated initially, but the hunger in its eyes won out, and it cautiously approached Della. Gently, Della set the bowl of milk down on the ground and took a step back, giving the kitten space to drink. It lapped the milk greedily, its small tail flicking back and forth in contentment. As Della
Xavier stood by the window of the darkened room, staring out at the silver-lit forest that bordered their land. The moon hung heavily in the sky, silently witnessing his turmoil. In the silence, the weight of his decisions pressed down on him, squeezing the air from his lungs with the force of regret.Behind him, Anna paced restlessly, her agitation a palpable entity in the confined space. "Xavier, why won't you understand? This is for us, for our future," she pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and frustration.He turned to face her, the moonlight casting shadows across his features, deepening the lines of conflict etched into his face. "Anna, being Luna isn't just a title; it's a responsibility—one that's earned by trust and respect from the pack, not by manipulation or deceit."Her eyes flashed angrily, a spark that threatened to ignite into a raging inferno. "I've given you everything, Xavier. I'm carrying your child, our future alpha. Doesn't that deserve recognition? Don't I
One week later Della lingered in the doorway, a smile creeping onto her face as she watched her son sprawled on his playmat, gurgling happily to himself. He was a radiant beacon in her life, embodying her hopes for a joyful, healthy future. Yet, like shadows creeping across her mind, the scars of her past began to resurface. It had been a week since she'd stood on the grounds of the pack she once led alongside Xavier.“Is everything okay, my love?” Michael whispered as he slipped his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder. She nodded, though her gaze remained fixed on their child. Felix had inherited his father's smile and eyes—a striking resemblance that filled her with warmth and uncertainty. A nagging thought worried her: Would Xavier, if he had survived the fire, ever return for their son, his true heir? Would vengeance be his motive?“I was just thinking about how quickly Felix is growing up and what his future might hold,” Della said, a sigh escaping her lips as Mich
“That's right, Xavier. That child is not yours. Amma lied. But your true heir will never be tainted by this cursed pack.” Davison announced, and Xavier let out a roar. His chains rattled as he tried once again to free himself. Micheal and his father laughed and mocked the prisoners. “Your stupid wolves are weakened by the wolfsbane in those chains,” Micheal smiled. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but please give me a second chance.” Anna suddenly screamed, but Della could not stand to look at Anna; she hated her so much that she wanted to kill her, but she knew Anna was not worth her energy. Seeing Anna grovel and Xavier lose his alpha status felt good for her. The fact that Micheal was the son of the lycan himself was terrific, but nothing could have prepared her for the support she felt from Micheal and his family. Mrs Thompson had been kind when she thought she had nothing and nobody to turn to. All because Xavier slept with an omega because he believed that his own Luna could not become
Xavier squinted his eyes as the door opened, and two prominent figures stepped forward without a word. They pulled him up from the ground and unchained him. Xavier was shocked by this sudden change and did not recognise these two figures. They did not give Xavier any eye contact whatsoever. “Who are you, and what is going on here?” Xavier demanded, but the two figures still did not look at him. Instead, they just chuckled and dragged him out by his feet. Xavier started to yell, but he was no match for them. He was suddenly pulled into darkness when a blindfold was put over his eyes. “Get off of me, you stupid fools,” Xavier screamed, his voice echoing in the dimly lit corridor as they hauled him along. He kicked and thrashed, desperately trying to break free, but their grips were like iron. His protests faded into muffled grunts as they dragged him further from the musty room he'd been confined to for what felt like aeons. “Where are you taking me?” he shouted again, trying a diff
“Well, get talking. I am waiting.” Martha growled as she tapped her left foot impatiently and kept her eyes on Elsa. She wanted to hurt her, but she knew it wasn’t worth it. Elsa would have no choice but to tell her the truth.“I'm sorry, ok, Martha.” she started to cry, and I rolled my eyes. I had had enough of her pissing me about now. As Elsa continued to cry, Martha's grip on her throat relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained fierce and intense. "Get on with it," she growled, her voice low and menacing. “I've had enough now, and you better explain yourself now before I end your life once and for all.” Elsa sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve before continuing. "Ethan...he's been planning this. So, he uses Sage's magic to keep Xavier and the others captive, and then he convinces Anna to agree to become his mate.Martha's eyes narrowed. "And what about Sage? Where is she now?"Elsa swallowed hard. "Sage is...she's under Ethan's control. He used her magic to keep Xavier and t
Micheal's question hung in the air, filled with uncertainty and longing. Mrs. Thompson's expression softened, and she gently stroked his arm. "Oh, dear boy, you deserve to be happy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "If you want to make amends with your father, I think it's worth a try. But you must do it for yourself, not anyone else's approval." "I think it's worth a try," Micheal said. "I've carried this weight around for so long. Maybe I can find a way to resolve things with my father and have a life with Della.” Mrs. Thompson smiled, her eyes shining with encouragement. "I think you can, dear boy. You're a strong and capable individual. Just remember to be true to yourself and communicate openly with both your father and Della." Della nodded a small smile on her face. "Okay," she said. "First thing tomorrow, we will leave to go see your father. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted. So much has happened, and all I want to do is sleep. The baby will be awake for a
Anna stood proudly with her newborn baby girl in her arms and Ethan beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders and looked at the vast crowd gathered around them. “Members of Silver Moon, Our Alpha Xavier has abandoned his pack after he found his Luna with another man. His beta was too ashamed to come and face you all after hearing of his alpha’s terrible actions. So, as my chosen mate, Anna, holds the true heir to the alpha throne, it would only be right for me to take over as Alpha and make her Luna of Silver Moon.” Ethan announced to the astonished pack as they silently sat and listened to his words. “Tomorrow we will be Alpha and Luna ceremony,” he announced. Martha stood on the crowd's edge and listened carefully to Ethan’s words. None of it made sense. Xavier had done wrong, yes, but there was no way that he would pack up and abandon his pack in the night. She thought that something was going on there, and she didn't like it one bit. She decided to go and see Sage since sh
Xavier felt sick to the pit of his stomach as he walked back through the doors of his pack; he noticed how everyone moved out of his way and avoided eye contact with him. He realised that Ethan, Sage or Martha must have warned them all not to piss off the Alpha. He didn’t care about them as long as they left him alone. Xavier could not believe the nerve of Della rejecting him and moving on with a clown-like Micheal. He could not stand back and allow another man to steal his child as well. His thoughts suddenly wandered back to Anna and the child they had had. He sat down on the edge of his unmade bed and sighed loudly. He wondered if he should go and visit the child and see for himself if it were his. Xavier didn’t care about seeing Anna; she was not worth his time, and he would never make her his Luna. He had to think about the pack's future now, and without Della by his side, it wouldn’t be an easy ride for him. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take over,
“Della, I, alpha Xavier, accept your rejection, and I hope you are happy with your life, but mark my words, you will be back, and I won't let you keep me from my child!” Xavier grunted and turned on his heel. Della scoffed at his words. She was glad he finally saw the sense of accepting her rejection. It was time he moved on with his life with his precious omega. She didn't want to have anything to do with him any longer. “Now that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” Micheal said sarcastically as Xavier carried on walking. “And don't think you will ever be an inch within my Della or our child again,” he yelled after him and then chuckled with amusement. Della watched as Xavier finally turned and left the mansion. She had never hated someone so much, and she felt nothing for him anymore. He didn’t deserve a minute of her time. Martha and Sage were no loyal friends to her either, and she knew that she didn’t want to have to deal with them again. She didn't need friends like that. “You’
Xavier's eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Thompson revealed the shocking truth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lycan Davison was the father of Della's new boyfriend. Della’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing the statement from Mrs Thompson. Xavier felt a wave of bitterness. Why had Della never told him? Why had she kept this secret from him? "You're lying," Xavier bellowed. "Della would never keep something like this from me." Mrs. Thompson smiled sweetly. "Oh, but she didn't know his true identity until now. And now you know why Michael is so determined to keep you away. Your entire pack is a disgrace. Do you think the council and the Lycan himself will be pleased to hear of your affairs and getting your pack to chase and frighten a pregnant female?” Michael stepped forward, his eyes flashing with warning. "You are not wanted here, nor are your little minions.” Micheal spat in disgust as he glared at Ethan, Sage and Martha. “Go back to