Morgan paced restlessly in his chamber, his thoughts spinning in disbelief. Aurora’s revelation that Lilian was carrying his child echoed in his mind, a truth he hadn’t anticipated. How could this be? He had only shared one night with her, a moment of vulnerability and passion he thought would pass without consequence. And yet, here he was, facing the reality of her pregnancy.A wave of conflicted emotions surged through him. The idea of having a child with Lilian, of all people, was impossible to grasp. He could not accept having a child with someone whose bloodline was cursed, a woman whose very existence was tainted by dark magic that had been passed down through the generations. More than that, how could he ever forgive her for killing his and Samantha's child? The thought twisted like a dagger in his chest, reopening wounds he had tried to bury deep. That loss haunted him every day, and now Lilian—a woman he blamed for the death of his child—was expecting another. His child. The
"Choose, Alpha Morgan. One life or many. Sacrifice or ruin." These talisman's words kept echoing in his mind.It was a hard decision to make, yet Morgan had to choose between Lilian and the entire pack. "Take Lilian out of the villa," he commanded. His voice was low but resolute, each word laced with an unmistakable finality. He kept his gaze fixed on the guards, unwilling to look at Lilian for fear that even a single glance would shatter his determination.The guards gripped Lilian's arms and began to haul her out of the villa. Lilian's desperate pleas echoed off the cold walls, filling the room with a haunting sorrow."No, please! Morgan, think of the child—your child!" she sobbed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. Her tear-streaked face searched his eyes for any sign of the man she once loved, but Morgan’s expression was a steely mask, betraying nothing but a hardened resolve.Morgan clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away from her pleading gaze. Hi
Samantha stood on the terrace, her silhouette framed against the moonlight, a faint, triumphant smile tugging at her lips as she watched the guards approaching. Their hurried footsteps and bowed heads signaled respect—and fear. She reveled in it, savoring the moment of authority she’d long coveted. Becoming "Luna" held a power she’d only dreamed of, and now it was almost within her grasp.The first guard stepped forward, lowering his gaze as he spoke. “Mission accomplished, Luna. She fell off the cliff after I struck her with my blade.” His voice was steady, yet his eyes held a flicker of uncertainty, as if haunted by the memory of Lilian's final moments.Samantha’s smile widened, though her face remained impassive. “Good,” she replied, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with an edge that silenced any further questions. “Make sure this stays between us. Do you get it?"“Yes, Luna,” the guards responded in unison, casting one last nervous glance before retreating into the shadows.A
Morgan paced back and forth across his dimly lit room, his steps heavy and his thoughts tangled with regret. The scent of leather and old books surrounded him, but his focus was elsewhere—on Lilian and the guilt gnawing at him. “What have I done?” he whispered, as he closed his eyes while leaning on the couch. After a while. he grabbed a bottle of wine and chugged it in one go. He was hoping it would dull the ache in his chest. But the drink only seemed to deepen his regret. As he stared into the crimson liquid, memories of Lilian flooded his mind. That night when he kissed her and took her innocence. He shut his eyes, and for a moment, he could see her being dragged out by the guards. She had looked so small, so vulnerable, and he had turned his back on her. A sharp pang of regret twisted inside him, stronger than before. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the glass tighter, almost to the point of breaking it.“I was a fool,” he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight
Early in the morning, before the first light of dawn began to break through the dense canopy surrounding the villa, Morgan stood at the balcony, shrouded in the cool mist that blanketed the grounds. He had barely slept. Guilt and regrets kept haunting his mind and heart which made him uneasy in each passing moment. Morgan called his most trusted Gamma guards, whose loyalty and devotion had been tested and proven over the years. They approached him quickly, their head bowed in respect. Their expressions were tinged with curiosity as it was not often for their Alpha to call on them especially at early hours except for very important matters. "Alpha, we are always here to serve you. Whatever your command, we will carry it with utmost dedication." “I want you to go to the forest,” he said, his voice low but firm. "Look for Lilian. She’s somewhere out there, and I need to know she’s... that she’s safe." The Gammas were caught off guard as they exchanged glances with one another. It
Morgan and Samantha's wedding was finally set, and the entire pack bustled with anticipation. Servants walked across the corridors carrying trays laden with flowers, linens, and ceremonial items. The scent of fresh wildflowers and herbs filled the air, mingling with the faint, musky tang of pine from the surrounding woods. Banners and lights were being strung around the grounds, and the halls were alive with laughter and chatter as everyone hurried to perfect every detail for the Alpha's wedding tomorrow. Yet, amidst the busy preparations, Morgan was alone in his chamber, a weight pressing heavily on his chest. He sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if hoping to see the return of a familiar figure. It had been a month since Lilian vanished from his life, but every moment felt like yesterday. Her absence left a hollow ache in his heart, one that gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night and distracted by day. No matter how hard he tried, her memory lingered like a ghos
Immediately after the wedding ceremony, the festivities continued in the villa's grand reception hall. Samantha basked in the flood of well-wishes and congratulations, while Morgan silently endured the pain within. Nearly everyone celebrated his marriage with joy, but a few were burdened with sadness—Aurora, himself, and his best friend Declan. "Alpha, are you alright?" Declan asked, with much concern in his voice. Morgan heaved a deep sigh as he poured some wine into his glass. He felt his heart was aching. No matter how much he tried to hide his feelings he could not hold back any longer, and before he could stop himself, tears began to form at the corner of his eyes. He was not used to showing his vulnerability in front of anyone, not even to his best friend Declan. But this time, it seemed he was losing his strength. Declan patted Morgan's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. It was the first time he'd ever seen his Alpha in tears, and he believed that Morgan was deeply hurt for lo
While Morgan was alone in his room, he could not help but think about the life he was supposed to have if he only not rejected the mate bond. It had been two months since he was married to Samantha, yet he could still feel his deep longing for his forsaken mate. But as the Alpha, he could not neglect his responsibilities although he felt so heavy with each passing day. One night, he was drinking alone in his room. It had been his usual routine before going to bed, to help him sleep. But after some time the door creaked open and Samantha entered. "Drinking here all alone? Why did you not call Declan and Argos to join you?" Samantha's voice sounded like she was concerned.Morgan did not respond, he just continued sipping the wine in his glass,Would you mind if I joined you?" Samantha asked with amusement in her eyes. Morgan just nodded, reaching out for another glass, and poured her a drink. It was unlikely that she was sharing her company instead of pestering him.After a short wh
While Morgan was alone in his room, he could not help but think about the life he was supposed to have if he only not rejected the mate bond. It had been two months since he was married to Samantha, yet he could still feel his deep longing for his forsaken mate. But as the Alpha, he could not neglect his responsibilities although he felt so heavy with each passing day. One night, he was drinking alone in his room. It had been his usual routine before going to bed, to help him sleep. But after some time the door creaked open and Samantha entered. "Drinking here all alone? Why did you not call Declan and Argos to join you?" Samantha's voice sounded like she was concerned.Morgan did not respond, he just continued sipping the wine in his glass,Would you mind if I joined you?" Samantha asked with amusement in her eyes. Morgan just nodded, reaching out for another glass, and poured her a drink. It was unlikely that she was sharing her company instead of pestering him.After a short wh
Immediately after the wedding ceremony, the festivities continued in the villa's grand reception hall. Samantha basked in the flood of well-wishes and congratulations, while Morgan silently endured the pain within. Nearly everyone celebrated his marriage with joy, but a few were burdened with sadness—Aurora, himself, and his best friend Declan. "Alpha, are you alright?" Declan asked, with much concern in his voice. Morgan heaved a deep sigh as he poured some wine into his glass. He felt his heart was aching. No matter how much he tried to hide his feelings he could not hold back any longer, and before he could stop himself, tears began to form at the corner of his eyes. He was not used to showing his vulnerability in front of anyone, not even to his best friend Declan. But this time, it seemed he was losing his strength. Declan patted Morgan's shoulder in a gesture of comfort. It was the first time he'd ever seen his Alpha in tears, and he believed that Morgan was deeply hurt for lo
Morgan and Samantha's wedding was finally set, and the entire pack bustled with anticipation. Servants walked across the corridors carrying trays laden with flowers, linens, and ceremonial items. The scent of fresh wildflowers and herbs filled the air, mingling with the faint, musky tang of pine from the surrounding woods. Banners and lights were being strung around the grounds, and the halls were alive with laughter and chatter as everyone hurried to perfect every detail for the Alpha's wedding tomorrow. Yet, amidst the busy preparations, Morgan was alone in his chamber, a weight pressing heavily on his chest. He sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the horizon as if hoping to see the return of a familiar figure. It had been a month since Lilian vanished from his life, but every moment felt like yesterday. Her absence left a hollow ache in his heart, one that gnawed at him, keeping him awake at night and distracted by day. No matter how hard he tried, her memory lingered like a ghos
Early in the morning, before the first light of dawn began to break through the dense canopy surrounding the villa, Morgan stood at the balcony, shrouded in the cool mist that blanketed the grounds. He had barely slept. Guilt and regrets kept haunting his mind and heart which made him uneasy in each passing moment. Morgan called his most trusted Gamma guards, whose loyalty and devotion had been tested and proven over the years. They approached him quickly, their head bowed in respect. Their expressions were tinged with curiosity as it was not often for their Alpha to call on them especially at early hours except for very important matters. "Alpha, we are always here to serve you. Whatever your command, we will carry it with utmost dedication." “I want you to go to the forest,” he said, his voice low but firm. "Look for Lilian. She’s somewhere out there, and I need to know she’s... that she’s safe." The Gammas were caught off guard as they exchanged glances with one another. It
Morgan paced back and forth across his dimly lit room, his steps heavy and his thoughts tangled with regret. The scent of leather and old books surrounded him, but his focus was elsewhere—on Lilian and the guilt gnawing at him. “What have I done?” he whispered, as he closed his eyes while leaning on the couch. After a while. he grabbed a bottle of wine and chugged it in one go. He was hoping it would dull the ache in his chest. But the drink only seemed to deepen his regret. As he stared into the crimson liquid, memories of Lilian flooded his mind. That night when he kissed her and took her innocence. He shut his eyes, and for a moment, he could see her being dragged out by the guards. She had looked so small, so vulnerable, and he had turned his back on her. A sharp pang of regret twisted inside him, stronger than before. He ran a hand through his hair, gripping the glass tighter, almost to the point of breaking it.“I was a fool,” he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight
Samantha stood on the terrace, her silhouette framed against the moonlight, a faint, triumphant smile tugging at her lips as she watched the guards approaching. Their hurried footsteps and bowed heads signaled respect—and fear. She reveled in it, savoring the moment of authority she’d long coveted. Becoming "Luna" held a power she’d only dreamed of, and now it was almost within her grasp.The first guard stepped forward, lowering his gaze as he spoke. “Mission accomplished, Luna. She fell off the cliff after I struck her with my blade.” His voice was steady, yet his eyes held a flicker of uncertainty, as if haunted by the memory of Lilian's final moments.Samantha’s smile widened, though her face remained impassive. “Good,” she replied, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with an edge that silenced any further questions. “Make sure this stays between us. Do you get it?"“Yes, Luna,” the guards responded in unison, casting one last nervous glance before retreating into the shadows.A
"Choose, Alpha Morgan. One life or many. Sacrifice or ruin." These talisman's words kept echoing in his mind.It was a hard decision to make, yet Morgan had to choose between Lilian and the entire pack. "Take Lilian out of the villa," he commanded. His voice was low but resolute, each word laced with an unmistakable finality. He kept his gaze fixed on the guards, unwilling to look at Lilian for fear that even a single glance would shatter his determination.The guards gripped Lilian's arms and began to haul her out of the villa. Lilian's desperate pleas echoed off the cold walls, filling the room with a haunting sorrow."No, please! Morgan, think of the child—your child!" she sobbed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and desperation. Her tear-streaked face searched his eyes for any sign of the man she once loved, but Morgan’s expression was a steely mask, betraying nothing but a hardened resolve.Morgan clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away from her pleading gaze. Hi
Morgan paced restlessly in his chamber, his thoughts spinning in disbelief. Aurora’s revelation that Lilian was carrying his child echoed in his mind, a truth he hadn’t anticipated. How could this be? He had only shared one night with her, a moment of vulnerability and passion he thought would pass without consequence. And yet, here he was, facing the reality of her pregnancy.A wave of conflicted emotions surged through him. The idea of having a child with Lilian, of all people, was impossible to grasp. He could not accept having a child with someone whose bloodline was cursed, a woman whose very existence was tainted by dark magic that had been passed down through the generations. More than that, how could he ever forgive her for killing his and Samantha's child? The thought twisted like a dagger in his chest, reopening wounds he had tried to bury deep. That loss haunted him every day, and now Lilian—a woman he blamed for the death of his child—was expecting another. His child. The
Aurora stood outside the grand doors of the Alpha's chambers, her heart pounding as she tried to calm the rising anxiety within her. The guards, tall and menacing, blocked her path, their arms crossed over their chests. She could feel their disdainful glares as they eyed her, a lowly omega, with little regard. But Aurora was like a mother to Lilian so she had to help her at any cost."Please," Aurora begged, her voice trembling but firm, "just give me a few minutes to speak with the Alpha. It’s important."One of the guards sneered, not even bothering to hide his contempt. "The Alpha doesn’t have time to listen to someone like you. You’re wasting your breath, Omega."Before Aurora could plead again, another voice sliced through the tension—sharp, arrogant, and dripping with disdain. "Who gave you permission to step foot on the doorstep of the Alpha’s chamber?"It was Samantha, her presence commanding attention as she approached with a slow, deliberate stride. Freshly recovered from the