Aura's POV
Standing on the porch of Kai's cabin, the wind was strong that night, cutting through the air like a blade. My hands curved around a steaming cup; the aroma of herbs did nothing to soothe the anxiety rising within me. Something seemed wrong. Beneath my skin, my wolf stirred nervously, her instincts on edge. Kai was inside strengthening the back door. I could tell he had smelled the same peculiar scent I had smelt earlier that day while we were gathering firewood, even though he hadn't mentioned anything yet. Rogue wolves. They're becoming bolder.” Kai said behind me. " I looked over and saw him using a rag to wipe his hands. “We must prepare ourselves.” I nodded a little, grasping the mug more tightly. A soft kick against my ribs from the baby served as a soothing reassurance that I wasn't alone. But the kick felt a little different. More powerful. Kai moved past me and put a gentle hand on my arm. “Please head to the safe room in case something goes wrong. Okay?” I arched an eyebrow. “You think I’m going to hide?” He almost smiled as his lips moved. “No. But I’d like you to at least be safe. For the baby.” I sighed and looked out into the woods. Shadows danced between the trees as the wind rocked them. “Do you think he sent them?” At first, Kai remained silent. His gaze swept across the tree line as he moved up next to me. “All I know is, Ryder doesn’t let go of what he thinks belongs to him.” A shiver ran down my spine. ~~~~~ That night, I lay up long after Kai had fallen asleep in the room next door. The baby rolled and stretched inside me, and my cravings had come again with a vengeance. I ended up in the kitchen, munching peanut butter straight from the jar with pickles on the side. Disgusting. Yet divine. I could feel the tension in the night air, the kind that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A sharp knock echoed throughout the cabin while I was cleaning the spoon. I froze. One knock. Then another one. Silence. My heart raced. My wolf rose completely now, alert and growling. I laid the spoon down softly and crept to the window. Movement. Three figures, barely visible, crouched in the darkness near the edge of the forest. Shit. I went to Kai’s room and burst in. “Kai!” He was already sitting up, shirtless, his eyes shining slightly in the dark. “They’re here?” I nodded. Without another word, he grabbed his jeans, jerked them on, and reached for his weapon—an iron blade, carved with symbols I hadn’t asked about yet. “Go to the safe room.” “I’m not leaving you,” I growled. He didn’t argue this time. A crash sounded in the back of the cabin. We moved rapidly. Kai took the front, I took the back. My hands shook, yet adrenaline raced through me. Kai cautiously made his way to the door. He opened it a little and looked into the shadows. The door was pushed open before he could react, and a gang of rogues with ferocious, hateful eyes rushed in. One sneered and lunged at Kai, asking, "Looking for us?" Kai slammed into him, their bodies thumping together. The room erupted into chaos as more rogues entered, their snarls and growls filling the air. I stepped back, my heart hammering. One of the rogues gazed at me and a sneaky sneer formed across his face. He mockingly said, "Well, well, the little Luna-to-be," as he approached me. My initial instinct was to flee. However, something else happened. A growl ripped from my throat the instant he charged at me, savage and snarling. Deep. The world tilted, my vision became blurry, and I moved. Fast. Too fast. I ducked under the rogue’s swipe and punched upward, catching his jaw with a painful crack. He staggered baI took the iron pan off the stove and banged it into the head of the second person. "Get the girl!" One of them let out a bark. "Alpha wants the child!” My blood froze. Alpha. Ryder I ducked and kicked the first rogue in the gut when he lunged again. He faltered. Snatching the iron poker from the fireplace, I jumped over the table. A few seconds later, Kai rushed into the kitchen, his blade streaming. "Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I answered, panting. "They’re here for me. For the baby.” Another rogue tackled him, and the two went down hard. I turned just in time to see one of the rogues—eyes wild, saliva dripping from his mouth—reaching for me. “Come with us, girl. Alpha said unharmed, but he didn’t say unbroken.” My vision turned red. The next few seconds were a blur. I screamed, my voice tearing through the cabin. Something inside me—raw, ancient—surged forward. My hands had a slight glow. He flew back like he had been struck by lightning when I smacked him in the chest. He lay still. I gasped, trembling all over. Kai stood panting, having taken out his attacker. He looked at me, stunned. “Aura… what was that?” “I-I don’t know.” We barely had a moment to breathe before the last rogue, wounded but alive, coughed and spat blood on the floor. “The child… must be delivered… to the Alpha,” he rasped, before collapsing. The cabin fell silent. I dropped the poker and backed away. Delivered. Like a package. Kai moved to me quickly, steadying me as I began to shake. My knees gave out, and he carried me to the couch. I buried my face in his, gasping for air and letting the tears fall. “He wants the baby, Kai. He wants to take it from me.” Kai’s jaw tightened. “Over my dead body.” We sat in silence, the fire flickering weakly. My hands still tingled with whatever power had burst from me. I didn’t know what it meant, but I knew one thing: My baby wasn’t just mine. It wasn’t just Ryder’s. It was something more. And he wasn’t going to stop until he got it. The rogue’s dying words echoed again in my head. “The child must be delivered… to the Alpha.” There was a new smell as a rush of wind blew through the broken window. One I didn’t recognize. Kai stood abruptly. “Aura. Get ready. Something else is coming.”AuraThe days that followed the attack on the cabin blended together like smudged ink on ancient parchment. My body ached in ways I couldn’t explain, and the sensation beneath my skin seemed like something new had been woken. Something ancient. Something that wasn’t totally mine.Kai had doubled security around the perimeter. The quiet woods around the home no longer felt like a sanctuary but a frail illusion of protection. Every crack of a twig or rush of wind pushed my heart into overdrive. And yet, in all that terror, something inside me simmered—a low but powerful hum I could no longer ignore.The nights became stranger. The first dream happened three days after the attack.I was in a forest—but not any forest I knew. The trees were silver, glimmering faintly under a scarlet sky. The moon above was huge and swollen, almost oppressive in its power. I stood barefoot in a stream of bright water, watching as mist coiled about me like fingers. And then she appeared.A massive white wol
Aura's POV“Why does everyone look like they’re waiting for a miracle but no one even sees me?”The words slipped past my lips like smoke, soft and pointless. My reflection only gazed back without an answer, wide-eyed and uncertain. I smoothed the ceremonial robe clinging to my figure and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. White silk, too fancy for someone like me. It is too clean for someone they all call “the invisible girl.”Tonight was my coming-of-age ceremony, the night I’d feel the pull of my wolf for the first time. The night my mate, if the Moon Goddess had been generous, would feel it too. Everyone in the pack gathered at the stone circle for this. They drank, danced, and whispered about power and legacy.Me? I stood behind a dusty curtain in the far corner of the temple, unseen.A knock jolted me. I flinched.“Aura?” My cousin Ellyn poked her head in. “You’re on next.”I nodded and smoothed down the trembling in my hands.The walk from the temple to the circle fel
Aura's POVThe morning following the claim, I woke up unsure of what to expect. He kissed me as if I were his own, and my lips were still tingling and my skin was still burning from his touch. But nobody was beside me. Only the crumpled sheets and the tiniest trace of his scent remained in the air.I sat up slowly, aching in areas I hadn’t been before. My heart ached, not with regret, but with the weight of uncertainty. What now?Would he return? Was that it? Was I just a girl who had her first time with the Alpha, and now he would move on like nothing had happened?A knock shocked me. I drew the covers tightly around me, even though whoever it was had certainly already heard the whispering.“Breakfast is ready downstairs,” came the voice of the kitchen Omega, Tara. “The Alpha said you should eat.”I didn’t answer immediately. My gaze strayed to the slight mark at the curve of my neck—faint, but there. His teeth. His claim.He had claimed me before the entire pack, but now he was gone
Aura's POVThe packhouse buzzed with unusual excitement the morning after the full moon. The hallways, previously silent in the early hours, were filled with murmuring and shuffling feet. I didn’t want to come out of my room, not after the night Ryder spent entwined in my bed again, only to depart before daylight like a ghost. I clutched my knees on the side of my bed, my fingertips still caressing the spot where he’d laid his palm on my waist. Every night he came to me—touching, talking, eating me like I was his only addiction. But every morning, I woke up to nothingness. A tap on the door startled me. I instantly controlled myself and opened it to see Mira, my friend and the only person who hadn’t turned chilly since Ryder’s attention started landing on me. “You need to come to the dining hall,” she whispered gently, eyes avoiding mine. “Why?” “Because everyone’s waiting. The Alpha has something to say.” My heart fell. I followed her down the steps, the packhouse inc
Aura's POVStaring at the little white stick in my shaking palm, I sat on the side of my bed. I had never heard anything like the thunderous sound of my heartbeat in my ears. The two weak pink lines looked back at me as I continued to blink, hoping I was having hallucinations.Pregnant. My mouth became parched. With each breath, the reality sank deeper as I encircled myself in my arms. I had a bit of Ryder in me. The Alpha. The guy who had claimed me in the moonlight fell silent in the days that followed, his words and touches being replaced by silence and mystery, respectively. It had been three days since I last saw him. I knew I needed to speak with him. He had to know. I was not allowed to keep this to myself.I put on a heavy coat without trying to dress appropriately and sprinted out the back of the servant quarters, my slippers barely keeping my feet in place. I moved more quickly than my head could process thanks to my legs. Ahead of me, the packhouse towered like a
Aura's POVAs I stood at the edge of the pack's border, my breath shaking in my chest, the moonlight shining over the dense forest with a glittering sheen. I slung my tiny, hurriedly packed backpack over one shoulder. I had gripped the strap so hard that my fingertips were raw. It hurt every step I took away from the packhouse, but the farther I went, the more confident I got. I can't stay.Ryder refused to see me. Like a queen asserting her throne, Leona had made her presence known, and I was the ghost that floated through the corridors with a secret that could destroy everything. A child. His child.God knows I had made every effort to get in touch with him, to inform him. However, I was turned away by the guards outside his office, and the wolves who used to look past me now didn't try to hide their sneers. To them, I was nothing. Less than nothing. The Alpha's plaything, now thrown away. It was also made apparent that I had lost my position in the pack with Leona present
AuraI was adrift. Or perhaps tumbling. I felt as if I was in a state of death or dream, with no weight in my body. My limbs were too heavy to move, my throat was scratchy and dry, and my head was pounding. But beneath me was warmth—solid, constant warmth. And a smell. It wasn't like the rogues or the forest at all. Earthy, reminiscent of wild herbs and wood wet by rain. A smell that drew me in.“Hey… you’re okay. You’re safe now.”A voice said. Steady, low, and soft. The forest's stinging cold was driven away by a soft, constant warmth. Then I felt the softness of a firm yet unexpectedly cozy bed beneath me. It had a subtle earthy and pinewood scent, not at all like the pungent, overpowering smells of the packhouse.I opened my eyes slowly and blinked against the dim light in the tiny space. Above me was a hardwood ceiling with uneven, rough grain. The aged floors were illuminated by a tiny beam of daylight that spilled in through a small window. This place was silent, old, an
Aura's POVIt had been a week since I stumbled into Ashbourne, and though my body still ached in places, the sharp edges of my fear had dulled. I was alive. Away from the pack. Away from Ryder. And yet, not entirely free.Kai had taken me in without asking for anything. He didn’t asked about the bruises I carried, or the times I woke up gasping, bathed in perspiration from memories that wouldn’t leave me. He let me sleep on the ancient couch in his small cabin and brought me meager meals—toast, tea, anything he could spare. But there was a distance in his eyes. A careful margin he kept between us. It wasn’t unkind, just... calculated. I tried to be appreciative. I tried not to gaze at him too long, though I couldn’t help it occasionally. Something about him pulled at a spot inside me that should’ve been broken, a place Ryder never reached, even when he claimed to own me. Kai,” I dared to say one morning in a soft voice. "Is there anything I can do to pay to help? I want to be a b
AuraThe days that followed the attack on the cabin blended together like smudged ink on ancient parchment. My body ached in ways I couldn’t explain, and the sensation beneath my skin seemed like something new had been woken. Something ancient. Something that wasn’t totally mine.Kai had doubled security around the perimeter. The quiet woods around the home no longer felt like a sanctuary but a frail illusion of protection. Every crack of a twig or rush of wind pushed my heart into overdrive. And yet, in all that terror, something inside me simmered—a low but powerful hum I could no longer ignore.The nights became stranger. The first dream happened three days after the attack.I was in a forest—but not any forest I knew. The trees were silver, glimmering faintly under a scarlet sky. The moon above was huge and swollen, almost oppressive in its power. I stood barefoot in a stream of bright water, watching as mist coiled about me like fingers. And then she appeared.A massive white wol
Aura's POVStanding on the porch of Kai's cabin, the wind was strong that night, cutting through the air like a blade. My hands curved around a steaming cup; the aroma of herbs did nothing to soothe the anxiety rising within me. Something seemed wrong. Beneath my skin, my wolf stirred nervously, her instincts on edge.Kai was inside strengthening the back door. I could tell he had smelled the same peculiar scent I had smelt earlier that day while we were gathering firewood, even though he hadn't mentioned anything yet. Rogue wolves.They're becoming bolder.” Kai said behind me. " I looked over and saw him using a rag to wipe his hands. “We must prepare ourselves.”I nodded a little, grasping the mug more tightly. A soft kick against my ribs from the baby served as a soothing reassurance that I wasn't alone. But the kick felt a little different. More powerful.Kai moved past me and put a gentle hand on my arm. “Please head to the safe room in case something goes wrong. Okay?” I
Aura's POVThe morning sun shone through the worn-out curtain of Kai’s cabin, sending golden streaks over the floorboards. I perched on the edge of the bed, caressing my tummy, which was beginning to round out more visibly each day. The baby had kicked all night, and though it left me sleep-deprived, I didn’t mind. Each flutter and movement reminded me of the life growing inside me—the secret I carried.Kai was unusually silent as he poured tea into mismatched mugs. The aroma of chamomile blended with the woody pine of the cottage, grounding the maelstrom of thoughts inside me. Yesterday evening's confession still reverberated in my mind: Kai knew Ryder. Not merely knew him—he was his cousin. I eyed Kai over the rim of my mug, trying to fathom the man who had taken me in, protected me without question, and gave me more comfort in weeks than I’d known my whole life. But now... everything felt different. "You said you are his cousin," I murmured quietly, unable to hold back anymo
Aura's POVI woke up one morning with a hunger so sharp, so wild, I nearly cried. It wasn't just for food. It was deeper, more primal. My body ached for something I couldn't define, something only the growing life inside me seemed to understand.The cravings hit like waves. One minute I was fine, brushing my hair or wiping down a table at Molly’s Diner, and the next, I needed something—no, had to have it. Ice. Lemon peels. Spicy sausages dipped into honey. I never ate like this before. I barely even liked sweets, but suddenly I was mixing peanut butter with pickles at midnight.But the real kicker? I couldn’t hide it anymore. My stomach had begun to round, small but visible, and the cravings weren’t just weird; they were fierce. They arrived with heat in my skin, tightness in my chest, and a sense of yearning that felt like an animal. More than once, I found myself panting softly in the bathroom at the diner, attempting to calm my racing heart after one of the cravings passed. Tha
RyderI hadn’t slept since the night she vanished.Aura.Her name had become a ghost in my mind, haunting the edges of every thought, and every decision. The pack moved on, the ceremonies went on, and Leona claimed her place beside me in the packhouse. But my wolf had grown restless, roaming inside me with sharp teeth and fierce snarls, lamenting the void she left behind. I should have killed her the night she ran. The thought slithered through my thoughts like a deadly serpent. But how could I? Aura was...mine. My mark burned on her body, a stinging reminder that she belonged to me, even if I was too much of a coward to claim her in front of the pack. Instead, I carried Leona around like a prize, a carefully chosen Luna to satisfy alliances and conventions. But every night since Aura disappeared, her scent has tormented my senses. It stuck to my blankets and soaked into my skin. No matter how much I tried to drown it out with others, it was her face I saw, her body I craved. The
AuraLife might sometimes feel like it's balanced on a knife; if you make a mistake, everything will sever too deeply. However, I've begun to breathe again here with Kai, in this little village nestled between silent mountains and forgotten trees.I would wake up to the sound of Molly yelling at a slothful kitchen worker, the smell of pine and fresh earth wafting through the broken window, and the hum of Kai's old radio playing music from decades ago. Even when I'm freezing, this place is warm.I catch myself smiling sometimes.Not because the memories are gone. They’re still there, heavy like stones in my stomach. But because here, no one looks at me like I’m a mistake. No whispers of scandal. No accusing glares. No Ryder.And especially not Leona.I had never met somebody like Kai. The steady serenity in his presence caused the restless ache in my chest to subside for the first time in years. He talked more with his eyes than his mouth. Like a tune I nearly recognized, there was s
Aura I barely had time to react. My pulse thundered in my ears, my wolf churning beneath my skin, but before I could shift or scream, Kai was there. One second it was only the Calen and me — the next, Kai’s palm clamped onto the scout’s wrist, his grip brutal. I didn’t even realize how hard I was trembling until Kai’s hand clasped my arm. “Let. Her. Go,” Kai said, his voice low, cold, and controlled, but I could feel the weight of something dangerous beneath it.Caleb, the scout, hesitated, straightening his shoulders. He probably wasn’t used to being challenged by anyone, let alone a stranger. “You don’t know who she is, mutt,” he spat. “She’s a runaway from Alpha Ryder’s pack. She’s coming with me.”My gut turned at the weight of those words, yet Kai didn't recoil. "I don't think so," Kai said coolly, but his tone had a piercing edge that made my heart race. "Because I'm now protecting her.”Calen sneered, stepping closer. “You have no authority to decide that.”Kai took a si
Aura's POVIt had been a week since I stumbled into Ashbourne, and though my body still ached in places, the sharp edges of my fear had dulled. I was alive. Away from the pack. Away from Ryder. And yet, not entirely free.Kai had taken me in without asking for anything. He didn’t asked about the bruises I carried, or the times I woke up gasping, bathed in perspiration from memories that wouldn’t leave me. He let me sleep on the ancient couch in his small cabin and brought me meager meals—toast, tea, anything he could spare. But there was a distance in his eyes. A careful margin he kept between us. It wasn’t unkind, just... calculated. I tried to be appreciative. I tried not to gaze at him too long, though I couldn’t help it occasionally. Something about him pulled at a spot inside me that should’ve been broken, a place Ryder never reached, even when he claimed to own me. Kai,” I dared to say one morning in a soft voice. "Is there anything I can do to pay to help? I want to be a b
AuraI was adrift. Or perhaps tumbling. I felt as if I was in a state of death or dream, with no weight in my body. My limbs were too heavy to move, my throat was scratchy and dry, and my head was pounding. But beneath me was warmth—solid, constant warmth. And a smell. It wasn't like the rogues or the forest at all. Earthy, reminiscent of wild herbs and wood wet by rain. A smell that drew me in.“Hey… you’re okay. You’re safe now.”A voice said. Steady, low, and soft. The forest's stinging cold was driven away by a soft, constant warmth. Then I felt the softness of a firm yet unexpectedly cozy bed beneath me. It had a subtle earthy and pinewood scent, not at all like the pungent, overpowering smells of the packhouse.I opened my eyes slowly and blinked against the dim light in the tiny space. Above me was a hardwood ceiling with uneven, rough grain. The aged floors were illuminated by a tiny beam of daylight that spilled in through a small window. This place was silent, old, an