Amelia paced her room, her mind buzzing with the information she had overheard. The more she thought about Elena’s true identity, the more her resentment grew. Elena wasn’t just a threat to her relationship with Damien anymore, she was something far more dangerous. And that gave Amelia the leverage she needed to take her down.She sat at her desk, tapping her fingers restlessly against the wood, her thoughts racing. The pack would be terrified if they knew Elena’s true identity. They’d see her as a danger to their way of life, a disruption to the natural order. Amelia smirked to herself, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. All I need is proof.Amelia reached for her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she dialed a number she hadn’t called in years. She knew it was risky, but desperate times called for desperate measures. After a few rings, the voice on the other end picked up.“Amelia,” the deep voice said, amusement lacing his tone. “I was wondering when you’d crawl ba
Amelia sat on the edge of her bed, the dim light of her room casting shadows on her face. Her fingers hovered over her phone as she composed the message that would change everything. She had the ammunition she needed now, the truth about Elena’s heritage, and the leverage to bring Damien to his knees.Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and dread. She knew that once she sent this message, there was no turning back. But Amelia had made her choice. She wasn’t going to let Elena take what she believed was rightfully hers.She typed quickly, the words flowing easily:“Carl, I have something you’re going to want to hear. Elena isn’t just anyone, she’s a descendant of the Moon Goddess. Imagine what the other Alphas will do when they learn Damien has kept this a secret from everyone. Her power is dangerous, Carl. You could use this to destroy him once and for all.”She hit send before she could second-guess herself, staring at the phone as it disappeared into the void of cyberspace. Her
The early morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Damien and Elena's room, casting a golden glow over the space. Elena sat in a comfortable chair near the window, her hand resting on her growing belly, while Damien stood beside her, staring out into the vast stretch of land that made up their territory.It had been a few days since Mrs. Lauren had confided her fears about Elena's true identity. Damien hadn’t yet told Elena about the revelation or the danger it posed. He wasn’t sure how to bring it up, and for the first time in a long while, Damien felt truly afraid not of an enemy, but of the unknown future.He turned to look at her, watching as she absently stroked her stomach. The sight filled him with both love and worry. This child, their child, could be the most powerful being ever born into their world. What would that mean for their family? For their pack?Elena glanced up at him, her eyes soft and curious. "You’ve been quiet these past few days," she said gently, sens
One evening, as dusk fell and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, Elena decided to take a walk along the edge of their territory. The cool air felt refreshing against her skin, and she welcomed the quiet solitude away from the tensions brewing in the pack. She found peace among the trees, a familiar setting that always soothed her restless mind.But as she walked deeper into the woods, she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, an instinct that warned her she was not alone. She paused, her heart racing as she scanned the darkening surroundings. Shadows danced among the trees, and the distant hoot of an owl echoed through the stillness.“Hello?” Elena called out, her voice steady despite the unease creeping into her chest. She took a cautious step forward, her senses heightened. “Is anyone there?”A figure stepped out from behind a tree, emerging into the fading light. He was tall, with tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes that glinted with an otherworldly intensit
Damien’s muscles tensed as the pack of rogue wolves surrounded them, their eyes gleaming with malice. The leader, a massive gray wolf with scars etched across his muzzle, let out a low, menacing growl that reverberated through the clearing.Elena’s heart raced as she gripped Damien’s arm, her instincts telling her that this wasn’t an ordinary attack. These wolves weren’t just hungry for power they were hunting something. Or someone.Lysander stood still, watching the wolves with an unnerving calm. “They’re not after you, Alpha,” he said, his voice barely audible. “They’re after her.”Damien’s eyes flashed with rage, and his wolf surged to the surface, his body preparing for a fight. “Then they’ll have to go through me first,” he snarled, his voice deadly.The rogue wolves closed in, their low growls filling the night air. There was a deadly silence for a moment before the leader lunged at Damien, fangs bared. In an instant, Damien shifted into his wolf form, his massive black wolf ea
The morning air was crisp as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense trees surrounding the pack house. Elena woke up to the sound of birds chirping softly outside the window, her hand resting protectively on her stomach. The previous night's events weighed heavily on her mind, but today felt different. A fragile peace lingered, and she intended to enjoy it while it lasted.Damien was already up, standing near the window, his muscular frame outlined against the golden light. He seemed lost in thought, his mind likely racing through the countless ways he could protect his family, his pack, and Elena.Elena slipped out of bed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He tensed at first, his body still on high alert, but he relaxed as soon as he felt her touch.“You’re up early,” she whispered, resting her cheek against his back.He sighed, placing his hands over hers. “Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted. “Too much to think about.”She stayed silent,
Elena sat by the window of their bedroom, the cool breeze brushing against her skin as she stared out into the distant woods. The pack grounds were quiet tonight, but her mind was far from peaceful. Since Damien had revealed the truth about her lineage just a few days ago, everything had changed for her.The weight of her identity being a descendant of the Moon Goddess was pressing down on her, filling her with a sense of dread she couldn’t shake. She had always known there was something different about her, but this… this was something she had never expected. The powers she had yet to understand, the potential danger they posed to the pack, to her unborn child, and even to her relationship with Damien it all terrified her.Damien had tried to reassure her, his strong arms wrapping around her every time he sensed her fear, but even his presence couldn’t quell the storm of emotions raging inside her. She didn’t feel like the same person she had been just a few days ago.Her fingers gen
Elena paced back and forth in the living room of the pack house, her mind a whirl of confusion and worry. Despite Damien's reassuring words, the heavy weight of her newfound identity refused to lift. The mystery of her lineage gnawed at her, and no matter how much she tried to focus on the present, her thoughts kept drifting back to the same question: Who am I really?Damien had left the pack house earlier that morning to attend a meeting with the councils handling important pack matters. She had kissed him goodbye, promising she'd rest and relax. But as soon as he was gone, the need for answers overwhelmed her. She had grown up with nothing—an orphan, treated like a slave by her old pack. She knew nothing about her real family or why she had this strange power coursing through her veins. It felt like a missing piece of her had just been revealed, and she couldn’t ignore it.She knew Damien had wanted to protect her, to shield her from the dangers that knowledge might bring. But how c