Chapter 20: Search for the TruthAmaraThe night air was thick with the scent of rain, though it had yet to fall. My steps echoed through the darkened alley as I walked towards the hospital, the cold air biting at my skin. But it couldn’t match the chill spreading through my chest. There was a growing pressure on me, a gnawing sensation that something far darker was closing in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being hunted. As a wolf, my instincts were never wrong, but I didn’t have the luxury of stopping and looking over my shoulder. Not now.The hospital lights ahead flickered like distant beacons in a world that seemed to grow darker by the second. With every step, the tension inside me mounted. I pushed open the hospital doors, the cold air inside greeting me with the harsh, sterile scent of antiseptic, mixing with the underlying dampness of the old building. But it wasn’t just the smell of the hospital that clung to the air—it was something more. An energy, palpable an
Chapter 21: Into the ShadowsAMARA,The cold air wrapped around me like a shroud as I stood frozen, the echo of the flatline still ringing in my ears. My mother’s death—it was as if the world itself had taken a breath and held it, waiting for the next tragedy to unfold. Her lifeless body lay in the sterile white room, the machines silent now, their once steady beeps fading into an eternal void. I could still feel her presence, though—an absence so profound that it gnawed at the very core of my being. But there was no time to mourn. Not now. Not when the shadows were creeping closer.I turned slowly, my body moving on autopilot, the numbness of grief attempting to take hold. The figure I had glimpsed in the hallway was no longer there. It had melted into the darkness, as if it had never existed. But I knew better. Something—someone—was out there. Watching. Waiting.The soft hum of hospital machinery became an oppressive silence around me, suffocating. My wolf, ever-alert, paced nervous
Chapter 22: The ProphecyAMARA,The wind howled around us, pushing against my back as if urging me to confront the inevitable, to face whatever Derek had to say. The tension in the air was thick, the kind that promised danger and uncertainty, and for a moment, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fight or flee.The rooftop was empty, save for us, the night wrapping around us like a cloak. I could feel the weight of the city below, the pulse of it reverberating through the soles of my boots. But here, in this place, there was nothing but Derek’s cold, unwavering gaze and the unsettling silence between us.Derek’s presence had always been one that demanded attention, but tonight, it felt different. There was a strange urgency to the way he stood, a certain recklessness in the air that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end."You’ve always been so sure of yourself, Amara," Derek’s voice broke the stillness, low and taunting. It was the same voice that had once been a source of te
Chapter 23: The long awaited XANDER, The severed head in my hands felt heavier than it looked. The blood had dried into a grim, rusty hue, the lifeless eyes staring up at me in silent accusation. It was a trophy, yes, but it also symbolized the cost of everything I had sacrificed. What should have been a victory now felt like a burden, an anchor dragging me deeper into a game I could barely comprehend. The taste of triumph was bitter, tainted by the price I had paid to get here. It was as though I had made a pact with darkness itself, and now the shadow of that deal loomed over me. I pushed open the heavy oak doors of my grandmother Susanne’s chambers, the brass handle cold beneath my fingers. The echoes of my boots clacked against the cold stone floors, a rhythm that felt oddly like a countdown, the ticking clock of my fate catching up to me. The room was warm with the glow of a crackling fire, its dancing light casting long shadows on the walls. In the center of the room, Susanne
Chapter 24: The Confrontation XANDER, The day of the wedding preparations passed in a haze of frantic activity, yet nothing could mask the unease festering in the pit of my stomach. The grandiosity of the event—a coronation in disguise—felt almost mocking, as though the world itself was putting on a show, pretending that this union was something to celebrate. But it wasn’t. Not for me, not for Amara, and certainly not for the future of this pack. My heart pounded with a sense of impending doom, like the beating of a drum that heralded disaster. Everywhere I looked, servants hurried about, placing flower arrangements, adjusting the heavy tapestries, and preparing for a ceremony that felt more like a performance than a meaningful bond. The chatter, the rustle of silk, and the clinking of crystal all blended into a cacophony that seemed to drown out my thoughts. The wedding, the coronation, my ascension—they would all happen within hours, and the world would applaud. Yet all I could
Chapter 25: Mourning the Dead AMARA, Grief wasn’t something I could afford to feel. Not now, not with everything at stake. But even the hardest hearts have their cracks, and mine, despite all the walls I’d built, had started to splinter. It clung to me like an invisible weight, a shadow that followed me through every room, through every decision, every step I took. The death of my mother left a gaping hole inside me, one I couldn’t fill with anything—nothing that mattered, anyway. Not power. Not revenge. And certainly not the coronation ceremony that was fast approaching. She had been the foundation of my every choice, my every ambition. She was the reason I had forged the alliances I had, the reason I’d moved through this world with such calculated precision. It had always been about getting closer to the Luna position, the power that would make me untouchable. And now, I was just days away from standing beside Xander Sinclair, the Alpha-in-waiting, his Luna. But the truth that g
Chapter 26: Wolves in the GardenDEREK,There were whispers in the halls again.They didn’t sound like ordinary voices. They slithered between stone walls and danced along the marble floors—low, guttural murmurs laced with shadow magic and old blood. Even the wind carried secrets now, curling through the corridors of the ancestral estate like a predator that had caught a scent.I didn’t need to hear the exact words. I could feel the truth behind them.The pack was uneasy. Not just because of the upcoming coronation—though that was enough to stir even the oldest wolves. No, something darker was at play. A sickness was spreading beneath the surface of our traditions, something ancient and coiled tight, waiting to strike.And at the center of it stood the mating ceremony that would bind Xander to Amara and crown her Luna.But the truth clawing at the edges of my mind had little to do with ceremony or crowns. It pulsed beneath the earth, beneath our skin, an inherited warning echoing thro
Chapter 27: She Is mineAmara,The silver gown clung to my skin like a second soul—stitched in sacred moon-thread, blessed by the High Priestess herself, and dyed with the blood of a sacrificial wolf whose name had long been struck from our records. Not even whispers dared resurrect it.Its weight was unbearable, a constant reminder of the ancient rituals and heavy expectations I was about to fulfill. And yet I wore it proudly. Because weakness had no place in the eyes of the Crescent Moon Pack—not in our traditions, not in our future, and certainly not in our leaders. Especially not in me.The ceremonial chamber loomed ahead like a cavern of judgment. The scent of history and power bled from every stone: myrrh and dried bloodroot, incense and shadow, and the musky heat of wolves who had spent too long trapped in their human skins. High above, runes were carved into the arched ceiling, pulsing faintly with dormant magic. The flames from iron braziers flickered, throwing long, dancing
Chapter 39: Embers of RebellionAmara – Crescent Moon Pack, North TowerThe wind howled through the open windows of the North Tower, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of something ancient—charred bone mingling with the faint, bitter tang of blooming wolfsbane. It was a scent that felt alive, as if the very air around me was remembering something old, something primal. It lingered in my lungs, tugging at memories I hadn’t dared to revisit.I stood at the edge of the balcony, feeling the cold stone beneath my boots, watching as the full moon cast its pale, silvery light across the courtyard below. The night felt heavy, pregnant with change. The pack was shifting—restless and uneasy. Their energy hummed beneath the stones of the tower, vibrating through the very ground. They could feel it too—the subtle turn of the tide, the stirring of the wolves who’d been dormant for so long. This was the moment everything began to unravel. The end of silence, and the beginning of something wild
Chapter 38: Threat to the pack Luna Susanna’s Council Chamber – Crescent Moon Pack The air in the council chamber was heavy with silence—dense, unyielding, oppressive. It wrapped around us like a shroud, and yet the weight of it came not from the absence of words, but from everything left unsaid. The room—once the very heart of discipline, law, and sacred tradition—now pulsed with the low, crackling hum of rebellion. I stood before them, my grandsons. Wolves born of the same bloodline but carved into entirely different shapes by time, by pain, by ambition. Xander, the storm I never saw coming, stood tall and coiled in the shadows, tension radiating off him in waves. His jaw was clenched, his eyes ice and fire all at once—defiant, unflinching. One hand rested on the hilt of his blade. It wasn’t for show. Since his return, he always kept it close, as if the world offered no safety unless steel was within reach. Derek was seated, his posture deceptively composed, but I knew t
Chapter 37: The stormAmaraThe storm inside me hadn’t calmed—it had only begun to rise.Word of what happened in the forest spread like wildfire. They whispered about the power I’d unleashed, how the trees had trembled and the earth had cracked beneath my feet. Some thought it was a trick. Others said I had used forbidden magic. But the truth was far more dangerous than their speculation—I had awakened something ancient, something primal, and I was no longer the girl who had once begged for a place in this pack.Some feared me now. Others watched me with wary curiosity, uncertain if I was a threat or a miracle. That suited me just fine. Let them wonder. Let them squirm.Let them remember every time they laughed behind my back, every moment they sided with Derek after he rejected me and spun his tale of a heartbroken Alpha protecting the pack from a "dangerous, unstable" woman. Let them remember how easily they sympathized with him—how they painted him as the victim and me as the vill
Chapter 36: True powerAmara,Now that I had this power, this connection with Xander, nothing could hold me back. The bond I shared with him wasn’t just a thread of fate—it was a weapon, a force I hadn’t even begun to understand fully. But I felt it, thrumming through my veins like molten fire. It was a force that had been awakened in me, one that I had never known existed. A strength, a power, so potent that it could level everything in my path.Xander, for all his cold and calculating exterior, had never once shown me his true power. He was the one who had always kept his distance, held his cards close to his chest, as if the world needed to be convinced of his strength. But now, that strength had passed into me—whether I wanted it or not—and it was time to make them all feel it.Derek had no idea what he had unleashed when he betrayed me. He thought he could walk away from this unscathed. He thought the pack would continue to support him, console him, and forgive him as they always
Chapter 35.The FlashbackAmaraI had barely begun to recover from the overwhelming shock of what had happened when I was rushed to the hospital. The emotional toll had been too much for me to bear—my body had betrayed me in the worst way possible. I couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop crying, and my mind kept replaying the image of Derek and that man in the bathroom over and over again. The betrayal was too much.But it wasn’t just the physical pain I had to endure. It was the humiliation that stung the most. I had been so sure of everything—of Derek, of our bond, of my place in the pack. Now, I was left shattered, broken, and uncertain. I was the victim here, and yet it felt like the world was painting me as the one at fault.They all pitied Derek.When I woke up in the hospital, my head foggy with painkillers, the first thing I saw was him. Derek. He was standing at the foot of my bed, a picture of remorse, his face pale, his eyes wide with guilt. His lips trembled as he tried to
Chapter 34 Flashback – The Day Everything Changed Amara I stood before the mirror, my hands trembling as I adjusted the gown for what should have been the most important day of my life. The evening was supposed to be ours—mine and Derek’s. Our mating ceremony. The day we would officially unite our bond before the pack, a promise of forever. The dress, delicate and embroidered with silver, shimmered against the light. Its fabric clung to my body just enough to feel like it belonged to me, each thread whispering of the promises I had clung to for so long. My long hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, a veil covering my face to add to the mystique. I had never felt more beautiful, more ready to step into this new chapter with the man I loved. But as the minutes ticked by, the excitement began to shift. Derek should have been by my side by now, helping me get ready, reassuring me as we prepared for the ceremony. But he was nowhere to be found. A sudden wave of unease gripp
Chapter 33– The Broken Oath Xander The bond was gone. One moment, it was there—tight and blazing like a chain around my ribs—and the next, it shattered. No warning. No pain. Just… emptiness. It was like dying. I stumbled back from the altar, my breath caught somewhere between a growl and a scream. The sacred circle flickered violently, and then dimmed, lifeless. Every rune, every whispered chant, every drop of ancestral magic—snuffed out by her. Amara. My mate. My fucking mate. She looked at me with those eyes—calm, cold, victorious—and I knew. This wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t an accident. She had planned it. All of it. The girl who had once bowed her head to me, who had once stood quietly behind her pack’s fall, had just destroyed the one thing I had built this entire future on. The bond. The heirloom bloodline. The legacy. Gone. Burned to ash by the very woman I had dragged back from ruin. And standing beside her like a smug shadow—Derek. My jaw locked
Chapter 32– The One Who Watches the Fire Derek She was fire incarnate. I should’ve looked away. Should’ve intervened. Should’ve done anything—anything—but instead, I stood frozen, watching her become the very storm I’d spent years trying to control, contain, or at the very least, understand. The sacred hall split at its seams, stone groaning beneath the weight of ancient forces clawing free. The protective runes flickered like dying stars, as if the old gods themselves were blinking in disbelief. The Elders gasped, their power unraveling like thread in her presence, while the High Priestess staggered as though her spine had been ripped from her body. And Amara… Amara stood tall, unshaken, the eye of the tempest. As if she had not merely survived the chaos—but had birthed it. Maybe she had. My heart pounded, sharp and erratic. Not from fear—no, it was something deeper. Darker. The kind of dread that only comes when you realize you've spent your entire life playing by rules
Chapter 31– The Power Within Amara, The silence that followed the explosion of magic was thick—alive, even. It curled around every Elder, coiled around the High Priestess like a snake ready to strike. And I stood in the eye of the storm, calm and steady, as if I had been born for this moment. Because, in truth, I had. I didn’t anticipate all of this unfolding so chaotically, not exactly. I hadn’t expected the sacred hall to fracture with raw energy or the Elders to recoil as if they’d seen a ghost from their nightmares. But part of me… part of me was thrilled that everything had descended into this exact kind of disarray. After all, hadn’t I wanted this? Hadn’t I whispered to the wind for the veil to tear, for the illusion to shatter? This is what it looked like—power shifting, old orders falling. The High Priestess looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor, and the Elders, for once, were speechless. That was worth every second of pain I had endured. A small, satis