The late afternoon sun bathed the pack house in a golden light, casting long, soft shadows across the room where Mrs. Lauren sat with Elena and Damien. The air was warm and peaceful, carrying the scent of wildflowers through the open windows. It was a rare moment of calm, one they all cherished amidst the ongoing tensions around the pack.Elena, now visibly pregnant, sat on the comfortable sofa in the cozy living area, her hand gently resting on her growing belly. A serene smile graced her lips as she felt the pup kick lightly, a constant reminder of the life blossoming within her. Damien was beside her, his protective nature never far from the surface, though today his usual seriousness was softened by the gentle joy of the moment.Mrs. Lauren sat across from them, her eyes full of warmth as she watched the two most important people in her life. She hadn’t felt this kind of peace in a long time. Watching her son and Elena together, seeing how much they loved and cared for each other,
Amelia lingered in the shadows of the pack house hallway, her eyes narrowed as she watched the scene unfolding in the living room. The warm glow of the evening sun illuminated the small family gathering, casting a soft, golden light over Damien, Elena, and Mrs. Lauren as they sat together, lost in each other’s company.They looked so… happy.Amelia’s gaze locked on Damien, and a bitter pang twisted in her chest. The way he sat with Elena, his hand resting protectively over hers, his smile so tender, so full of love it made her stomach churn. She had known him for so long, had fought beside him, been by his side through everything. And yet, here he was, pouring all of his affection and attention into her, Elena. The one woman Amelia had hoped would be nothing more than a temporary distraction, someone Damien would lose interest in once the initial attraction wore off.But it hadn’t happened. If anything, their bond seemed to be growing stronger every day.As Amelia watched, Mrs. Lauren
The cool evening breeze whispered through the open windows of Mrs. Lauren’s private chambers, stirring the delicate curtains as she sat by her writing desk. Her thoughts were troubled, her mind circling the same questions over and over again. Elena, there was something more to her than met the eye. Mrs. Lauren had sensed it from the beginning, but now, after Damien’s admission that his blood lust had awakened the day he met Elena, those suspicions had only deepened.She had sent out letters to the ancient seers, those who were said to have a direct line to the wisdom of the Moon Goddess herself. Perhaps they could uncover the truth about Elena, about who or what she really was. It had taken weeks to receive a response, and each day had felt like an eternity as she waited for news.A soft knock at the door broke her from her reverie. One of the pack’s young messengers stepped into the room, bowing slightly as he handed her a sealed letter. Mrs. Lauren’s breath caught in her throat as s
As night settled over the pack lands, Mrs. Lauren paced her chambers, unable to shake the dread settling deep in her bones. The letter from the seers lay on her desk, its words haunting her. Elena was a descendant of the Moon Goddess. This alone was enough to cause an uproar if anyone found out. And her son Damien was already battling his vampire nature, his blood lust awakened by the very presence of his mate.But it wasn’t just them anymore.A child. Their child. A direct product of Damien's hybrid nature and Elena’s divine bloodline. The idea of it sent shivers down Mrs. Lauren's spine. What kind of power would that child possess? How would it affect their world? The wolf clans already viewed hybrids with suspicion, and now, with a descendant of the Moon Goddess involved, it was uncharted territory.She stopped pacing and gazed out of the window, the moon hanging low in the sky. The soft glow of the moon always brought a sense of peace to their kind, but tonight, it felt heavy, opp
Damien sat in his office, his hands gripping the armrests of his chair, his eyes staring blankly at the heavy oak desk in front of him. The words from his conversation with his mother played over and over in his head, each one laced with a deeper sense of dread. Elena's lineage, a descendant of the Moon Goddess. It made sense now, the pull he had felt toward her from the moment they met, the way his blood lust had been awakened, something that should have remained dormant.But it wasn’t just about him anymore. It was about Elena. And their child.His mind raced as he considered the implications. What kind of power would their child inherit? What would the pack think if they found out? The other Alphas, the elders, they would see it as a threat, a challenge to the old ways. Even the idea of a hybrid Alpha was pushing the limits of what the pack could accept. But a child born of both hybrid blood and the Moon Goddess’ lineage? It was a mystery even he couldn’t fully grasp.Damien let ou
The next few days were peaceful on the surface, but beneath the quiet, Damien’s internal struggle deepened. He kept up appearances, spending time with Elena, ensuring her pregnancy went smoothly, but his mind was clouded with worry. The information about her lineage weighed heavily on him, and every day that passed without telling her the truth only increased the tension within him.Elena, for her part, began to notice the change in Damien. He was still attentive, still loving, but there was a distance in his eyes, a heaviness in his movements. She had asked him several times if something was wrong, but each time he assured her everything was fine.One evening, as they sat in their living room, the fire crackling softly in the hearth, Elena leaned into Damien’s side, resting her head on his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart, a sound that had always brought her comfort. But tonight, it felt different. There was a tension in the air that she couldn’t ignore anymore.“Da
Damien stepped into the room, closing the door behind him softly. Mrs. Lauren turned, her eyes narrowing in concern. She could sense the weight of the conversation that was about to come, and her heart clenched in anticipation.“Mother,” Damien began, his voice steady but low. “I know you’ve been worried. About the baby. About Elena.”Mrs. Lauren held her breath, her fingers tightening around the letter from the seer still in her hand. “How long have you known?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Damien’s eyes flicked to the letter, and he exhaled slowly. “I suspected something when I found out about her pregnancy, but I didn’t know the full truth until recently.” He paused, searching her face. “Did you find out through the seer?”Mrs. Lauren nodded. “I… I didn’t want to believe it. But I knew there was something extraordinary about her. And now with the child on the way…” She trailed off, her eyes clouding with worry. “Damien, what are we going to do?”Damien moved closer,
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