"Ethan," I uttered his name with a softness that mirrored the gentle hush of the night outside. He turned towards me, his eyes reflecting a blend of emotions, from the burden of responsibility to the unspoken hope that clung to the edges of his gaze. "Mommy C," he acknowledged the weight of address
Chassy The Alpha's office was a haven of subdued tension as I gathered the pack elders—trusted pillars of wisdom—along with Ethan, Limuel, Jack, and Alex. The scent of uncertainty hung in the air, intermingling with the earthy undertones of the wooden furnishings. The decision we were about to disc
As Alpha, Ethan would guide us through the trials that lay ahead. His capability, coupled with the collaboration we were forging with the Silver Moon Pack, laid the groundwork for a resilient alliance against impending threats. The room, once filled with uncertainty, now radiated a sense of collecti
Chassy As I exited the office, I sought out Ethan, finding him amidst the pack members who were going about their daily activities. His posture exuded a mix of newfound responsibility and the lingering shadows of concern for his father. Approaching him, I could sense the unspoken connection—the fam
In the wake of Ethan's revelation about Sena and the apprehension that lingered in his eyes, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for a disclosure that would undoubtedly reshape the contours of our conversation. The truth about Silas being my mate was a revelation poised to unravel the threads of
Ethan I left and went to the hospital, feeling distraught. I want to see Dad and make sure that he is fine. Silas bit him, and I am worried that it will affect him negatively. Yes, Dad was on the brink of death; maybe he was already gone by that time. But I still couldn’t accept the fact that it wa
I turned my attention back to the man lying on the hospital bed, a silent plea etched in the furrow of my brow. "Wake up, Dad," I whispered, a hushed invocation to the unconscious figure before me. The resentment I harbored wasn't solely directed at Mom; it extended to Silas, a representation of the
The war on the horizon demanded unity, and yet, as resentment and doubt festered within me, the path to harmony appeared increasingly elusive. I stood at the precipice of leadership, my heart heavy with the responsibility that lay ahead, and my resolve weakened by the internal storm that refused to