The morning was quiet, the pack house bustling with its usual routine. Mrs. Lauren walked through the halls, her thoughts occupied with the matters of the day. She had been keeping a close eye on Damien, ever since she had sensed the awakening of his bloodlust. Despite her concerns, she had also noticed a subtle change in her son’s demeanor , more calm, more focused, and strangely more content.Her curiosity was piqued. She had seen him spending more time with Elena, which was to be expected now that they were mated, but there was Something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.As she made her way toward the private quarters, she noticed Elena and Damien’s door slightly opened. Without meaning to eavesdrop, she overheard soft laughter coming from inside. Mrs. Lauren paused, hesitating for a moment before gently pushing the door open further. She caught a glimpse of her son and Elena sitting together on the edge of the bed, their hands intertwined. The way they looked a
As Mrs. Lauren left Damien and Elena’s quarters, the joy she had felt only moments before was slowly being replaced by a deep sense of unease. She walked through the pack house, her steps slowing as her mind wrestled with what she had just learned. Elena’s pregnancy should have been a moment of pure happiness, but something gnawed at her.She thought back to the conversation she had with Damien about his bloodlust. The bloodlust that had been sealed by the Moon Goddess herself was awakened by Elena’s presence. And now, Elena was pregnant, carrying a child that would inherit Damien’s blood and perhaps more.Mrs. Lauren headed to her private study, the room where she often retreated when things weighed too heavily on her mind. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, exhaling slowly. The pregnancy complicated everything. She trusted Elena’s intentions, but the unknowns surrounding her were becoming too much to ignore.Sitting down at her desk, she pulled out a piece of parchm
Amelia walked briskly through the quiet corridors of the pack house, her mind buzzing as she replayed the conversation with Mrs. Lauren. Elena’s pregnancy was the perfect opportunity to implement her plan, but she needed to be careful. Telling Carl everything wasn’t wise, especially when it came to Damien’s bloodlust. She loved Damien, despite everything, and she couldn’t let Carl use that against him.As she approached the border between their territories, she noticed Carl waiting for her, leaning against a tree, arms crossed. His presence was as imposing as always, but this time, Amelia felt a surge of power. She had the upper hand now, information that could destroy Elena.“You’re late,” Carl said with a smirk, pushing off from the tree to stand before her.“I wasn’t expecting you to be here already,” Amelia replied coolly, stepping closer. “But I suppose you’ve been keeping an eye on things.”“Always,” Carl replied, eyes narrowing as he studied her. “So, what’s this about? You wou
Amelia returned to the pack house under the cover of darkness, her mind racing with the thrill of her conversation with Carl. As she slipped through the entrance, the familiar scents of the pack enveloped her, woodsmoke, earth, and the faint hint of wildflowers from the garden outside. But tonight, they felt suffocating, a reminder of the life she was desperate to change.She made her way to her room, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. She had so much to do to ensure Carl’s plan succeeded. With Elena pregnant, there was no room for error; this was her chance to eliminate the competition for Damien’s heart.As she entered her room, Amelia paused, looking around as if she might find some sign that someone had been watching her. The shadows danced in the corners, and the silence felt oppressive. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being followed, that someone knew of her treachery. But she pushed the thought aside; she had to remain focused.Amelia moved to her van
As the tension thickened in the air, the festival’s jubilant atmosphere shifted into one of uncertainty. Laughter turned into murmurs of confusion as pack members watched the unfolding confrontation, their festive spirits dampened by the unexpected arrival of Carl and his wolves.Damien rushed to Elena’s side, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. “Elena, are you alright?” He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, searching her face for any sign of what was happening.“I… I don’t know,” she replied, her voice shaky. Her eyes darted around, catching sight of Carl’s menacing grin and the threatening stance of the intruders. “I just feel strange.”Amelia watched from the sidelines, her heart racing with excitement. The plan was working better than she had anticipated, and the chaos unfolding was just the kind of distraction she had hoped for. She stepped back, blending into the crowd, knowing that the drama would keep everyone’s focus away from her.“Everyone, stay back!” Damien com
Damien stood tall, his broad chest rising and falling with each deep breath. His eyes were locked onto Carl, who paced back and forth, his silver fur shimmering under the dim light of the setting sun. Carl’s expression was one of pure arrogance, his lips curled into a sneer as he bared his sharp teeth.“You should have just handed her over,” Carl growled, his voice dripping with malice. “This could have been avoided.”Damien’s fists clenched at his sides, his wolf itching to tear into Carl, but beneath the surface, another force was stirring. His vampire side, the one he had worked tirelessly to suppress, was whispering to him. Just give in, it urged. Use your true power and end him.But Damien couldn’t. If he let the bloodlust take control, he knew he’d lose himself, and worse, he’d put his pack and Elena in danger. He had to fight this battle like an Alpha, not a monster.“You’ll never have her,” Damien growled, his voice low and controlled. His eyes flashed with fury. “This is your
The morning sun streamed through the windows of the pack house, casting a warm glow in the room where Elena lay on a bed, wrapped in soft blankets. The gentle sound of birds chirping outside blended with the distant chatter of pack members who had gathered to discuss the events of the previous day. The air was thick with tension, yet the light filtering in provided a sense of hope.Damien sat beside Elena, his large hand holding hers tenderly. She looked pale but determined, her eyes brightening at the sight of him. Despite the bruises and scrapes she had endured during the incident last night, she had a resilience that captivated him. The pack doctor had tended to her wounds, assuring Damien that she would heal quickly, but it was the emotional scars that troubled him more.“Are you feeling better?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His heart swelled with affection, his worries momentarily fading in her presence.“I am, but I’d feel much better if you sto
The days after Carl’s banishment passed in a haze of normalcy, but underneath the surface, tension simmered within the pack. Damien worked tirelessly to maintain order, though his mind was constantly drawn back to Elena, who was recovering well but still bore the scars of recent events. Her pregnancy was their closely guarded secret, one they both cherished, yet it weighed heavily on his mind as he navigated the responsibilities of leadership.Elena, in the meantime, had settled into a quieter routine, spending her days in the pack house and meeting with a few trusted pack members. Though her body was healing, she could sense the uncertainty in the air. Carl’s threat might have been temporarily quelled, but the look in his eyes before he was exiled still haunted her.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Damien returned to the pack house after a long day of dealing with the fallout from Carl’s banishment. He found Elena in their room, sitting by the window, her hand restin