Elena thought she was just an ordinary omega, a wolf without a pack or a past. But when betrayal shatters her heart and forces her into exile, she finds herself drawn into the dangerous world of a ruthless Alpha—Oliver. Fierce and broken, Oliver lost his mate long ago and vowed never to love again. But fate has other plans. When Elena becomes his second-chance mate, he’s determined to reject her, protecting his heart and his pack. But secrets buried deep in their bloodlines begin to surface, revealing Elena as the key to a long-forgotten war between werewolves and elves. As ancient enemies gather strength and a deadly conflict looms, Oliver and Elena must confront their haunted pasts, powerful foes, and their undeniable bond. Torn between duty and love, will Oliver accept his role as her protector? And will Elena embrace her hidden powers, risking everything to save both their worlds? With betrayal, passion, and the fate of two kingdoms at stake, Elena and Oliver must fight for survival, loyalty, and a love that could either destroy them—or make them unstoppable.
Lihat lebih banyakBeauty's POVMy stomach churned with a cold dread. Elena was missing. Just like that. The pack house felt empty like never before. I knew I was elegir to worry about her but now I was terrified. Oliver and Lucas, furious and worried, had already taken off into the woods to find her. I paced the wooden floor, trying to tamp down the panic rising in my throat.I needed to do something, anything, to feel like I wasn't just waiting for bad news. Nate and Sam. I went into the kitchen and gathered the baked bread I had made earlier for everyone to enjoy together but now, it seemed like they should have it instead to keep their minds off the looming danger. I made a decision and headed towards their room. They needed some reassurance, some sense of normalcy in all this madness.As I hurried down the hallway, I bumped into Daniel, our Beta. He was whistling a tuneless melody, completely oblivious to the tension that hung heavy in the air. His brow furrowed when he saw my face."Beauty? What's
Elena's POVThe cloak felt itchy against my skin, but it was a necessary discomfort. To reach Willow's Temple, nestled deep within the elf village, I needed to blend. Werewolves weren't exactly welcome guests in those parts. The elves, with their peaceful aura and grace, viewed us with suspicion and fear, branding us as creatures of chaos.My own life felt rather chaotic lately, which was precisely why I was making this impromptu trip. The new information about my life, the sickness, my powers– it was all becoming too much. I needed answers, an ounce of control. Willow's Temple was known to hold ancient knowledge, forgotten secrets that might help me understand my curse. Hopefully the answers will be clear this time."Easy, girl," I murmured to my horse, Raye, as we navigated the winding forest path. The air hummed with the magic of the woods, a driving energy that both invigorated and unsettled me. My senses were heightened, picking up the rustle of leaves, the distant chirping of b
Oliver’s povThe sky was bright and the weather was not too hot. I walked amongst the crowd dressed in cloak and common clothes. Today, I was just Oliver, a simple traveler, not Oliver, Alpha of the Full Moon pack. I decided to ditch the title for now and mingle with my people. To see if I could find any answer from being a commoner like them.I’d been Alpha for years, since my grandfather’s…departure. He’d been a strong Alpha, fierce and protective, but also distant. I preferred a different approach, one of connection, of understanding. Lately, though, I felt a disconnect. A subtle unease had settled over the Full Moon pack. People were getting sick, a strange, lingering illness that left them weak and listless. The healers were baffled. I needed to understand, to protect my pack. So, I chose to walk among them, unnoticed.Undercover was a new experience. Normally, my presence commanded respect, even a little fear. Today, I was just another face in the crowd. I leaned against the wea
Elena's POVThe silence in the room was thick, heavy with the weight of our worries. Oliver’s arm was draped across me, a comforting weight, but it couldn’t fully dispel the anxiety that coiled in my stomach. Outside, the town was slowly succumbing to a magical sickness, a slow, creeping illness that withered everything it touched. We had to do something, and soon before people started dying."What are we going to do, Oliver?" I whispered, the words barely audible.He sighed, his breath warm against my neck. "I don't know, Elena. We'll still try everything we can think of."We had. Herbs, potions, even calling some healing mages we knew.. Nothing worked. The sickness seemed to shrug off every attempt to fight it, like a stubborn weed rooted deep in the earth.“Maybe… maybe I should go to Willow’s temple,” I suggested, the idea feeling flimsy even as I spoke about it. The Elf village was quite far, and Willow, the goddess, hadn't been particularly helpful the last time.Oliver shifted,
Chloe’s povThe silence in Willow’s temple library was thick enough to choke on. Each page whispered secrets, secrets that shattered the foundation of everything I thought I knew. I’d been going over the history of the Full Moon Pack for hours, specifically, the origin of our long and bloody feud with the magicians.It wasn’t a pretty story.Growing up, I’d been taught that magicians were inherently evil, power-hungry beings who threatened the natural order. We, the Full Moon Pack, were guardians of the balance, protectors of the innocent. We were the righteous force battling against the dark magic wielded by those who sought to control the world.The lies, or rather, the carefully crafted version of the truth, had been ingrained in me since I was little. I remembered training sessions, the fierce speeches about protecting our own, the thrilling hunts for rogue wolves and any magician at all who dared to cross our territory. I remembered the fear, the hatred, the unwavering belief tha
Elena’s povThe silence in the dungeon was thick enough to cut with a knife. I stared at the two magicians chained, their faces pale and drawn. They were practically glued to the stool they sat on, trying to get as far away from me as possible."Why are you...moving backwards?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. I was used to fear, but this was different. It wasn't the fear of a monster. It was the fear of something...more.The older of the two, a man with a long, grey beard, swallowed hard. "The chain...the chain you wear," he croaked, his eyes fixed on the silver chain around my neck. The one Lucas and I found in the old woman’s cabin."What about it?" I asked, my fingers instinctively going to the cool metal. It felt…normal. Comforting, even. It felt natural to me."It...it contains a very powerful protection spell," the younger one, a woman with fiery red hair, added. "It…dispels magic. It weakens any magical presence that gets too close to whoever wears it."My eyebrows shot up. "
Elena’s povThe air in Oliver’s office was thick with worry. The town healers, their faces etched with concern, were just finishing their report. I entered his office a while ago and barely registered what they were doing, “She’s gone, Oliver. The cabin is empty. No sign of her, or where she went.”Oliver sighed, rubbing his temples. “Damn it. That old woman was our only lead to… well, to everything.”Lucas placed a comforting hand on Oliver's shoulder. "Maybe she moved or something. There has to be an explanation for it."I stepped forward, holding out my hand. In my palm nestled the three identical necklaces we'd found hidden in the old woman's cabin. Each bore a crescent moon design, intricate and glowing faintly with an inner light. "We found these."Oliver's eyes widened. He took one of the necklaces, examining it closely. "Three moons… This is… powerful. Where did you find them?""Hidden in a box, beneath her floorboard. It felt… significant." I hesitated. "I think we need to w
Elena’s povThe crunch of leaves under our feet was the only sound accompanying our silent trek to the old woman's cabin. The air hung heavy with unspoken words, a tangible barrier between Lucas and me. I wanted to tell him about the dungeon, the strange, unnerving people I'd met down there, the secrets shimmering just out of reach. But the fear of his reaction, the disappointment I might see in his eyes, kept my mouth clamped shut.Lucas, I could tell, was battling his own demons. His brow was furrowed, his gaze distant, lost in some inner turmoil. I suspected it had something to do with Oliver, or rather, Oliver's family. The air around him crackled with a suppressed rage I hadn't seen since the day he found his father. Whatever he was wrestling with, it felt heavy, dangerous.We arrived at the cabin just as the last sliver of sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The woods around the cabin were eerily silent, the usual chirping of crickets an
Elena’s povThe warm, sugary sweetness of the cookie almost made me forget the strange tension that had filled the air. Oliver looked so worried, and it put a knot in my stomach. Seeing his face relax even a little when I walked out of the kitchen eased some of my own anxiety.Beauty chuckled, playfully swatting my arm. “Of course, you needed something sweet, we were just a bit worried. But those cookies, Elena! Those are for Nate and Sam! They were promised a treat after helping clean up their rooms."I winced, feeling my cheeks flush with guilt. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry, Beauty. I didn't realize.” I looked down at the half-eaten cookie in my hand, suddenly less appealing. “I can… I can help make more?""It's alright, El," Beauty said, her voice softening. "Just maybe try to resist next time, okay? They will be back any minute now. They were so excited about them."Oliver cleared his throat, his brow furrowing again. “Speaking of things not being alright… Elena, there’s something you sh
REJECTED ELENA’S POVMy world dissolved into a blurry mess, the tears gathering in my eyes, hot and heavy. I tried to blink them back, but it was useless. The hopelessness wrapped around me, suffocating, crushing every shred of faith I had left.“You’re hurting me, Liam" I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper.Pain throbbed in my head, but it was nothing compared to the ache that was tearing me apart inside.“When did I ever say I cared?” he growled, his tone colder than I’d ever heard it.He yanked his trousers on, his movements jerky and impatient. My breath hitched in my throat, my chest tight.“If you didn’t care about me, then why did you take away my innocence?” My voice broke as I asked the question. I needed answers, anything to make sense of this.But his face remained impassive, utterly devoid of remorse. He didn’t flinch, didn’t soften. There was nothing there…no regret, no connection. This was the man who was supposed to be my best friend. My mate. I trusted him. ...
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