Aurora, who lives a simple life in the Dawnsville village. She's an ordinary werewolf who has nothing in hand but only her hard work and dedication, though living with an unknown past. On the other hand, Ash Jaxon is the Alpha of the town, the one who has a lot of privilege, who is not an ordinary werewolf, but a powerful one. And in one unexpected situation, Aurora's life suddenly changed in one snap. It was like she was fated to be chosen as the slave of the Alpha. She wasn't picked by force, yet the alpha himself picked her to be his slave. Aurora did not go against it, because she can't do anything about it, since it's the alpha’s decision. Thus, despite their differences, a powerful attraction grows between them. A peak of challenges they thought they knew has come their way. And as their bond deepens, conflicts occur in a surprising way. Aurora finally discovers her past. She, being a half blooded werewolf and the truth behind her life, being a daughter of a human and a werewolf. Which then unexpectedly fated to be the mate of the Alpha. But, despite that, would she still continue the growing feelings she has to the alpha? Or would the alpha accept her as her slave or as his mate? Would their life be fully crumbled? Or will they continue the bond and face the consequences with purity and love with their eyes?
View More“Where are you going, Alpha?” Aurora asked worriedly, confusion evident in my eyes.“I need to find answers… I need to know what’s behind Amelia’s attack.”His eagerness to understand what happened to Amelia was palpable; Jaxon was truly acting like an Alpha.“Can I come with you?” she asked, equally determined to find the truth.“No, Aurora, it’s not safe for you.”“But it’s not safe for me to be alone here. You know what I mean,” she utter, the events at the clinic flashing through my mind—the unsettling encounter with the familiar stranger, their strange words. Jaxon’s eyes softened, his fingers gently caressing my cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll have some pack members stay with you.”“But—”“No buts, Aurora. This is for your best friend, and for you, too.” I nodded, allowing him to go.Before he could leave, however, his mother’s voice stopped him. “Where are you going, son?” she asked, standing with another person. A woman paired with beautiful blue eyes and a seductive but bright smi
After two days of Amelia remaining unconscious at the clinic, I sit here staring blankly, plagued by the thought that she might have been kidnapped and tortured by insurgents. “But why would they do that?” I whisper, the question hanging unanswered in the silent room. My mind races, conjuring images I desperately try to push away. Was it a random act of violence? Or was she targeted? Did she stumble onto something she shouldn't have? The uncertainty is a gnawing beast in my gut. Unease gnawed at me, so I decided to visit Amelia at the clinic. But first, I needed Jaxon's permission before leaving the mansion. I approached him hesitantly, finding him engrossed in a mountain of papers at his desk. "Hey, are you busy?" I asked shyly. He looked up slowly, setting down a document. Even in that serious state, he was strikingly handsome. The thought brought an involuntary smile to my lips. He muttered, a hint of amusement in his serious tone, "Not terribly. And what's with that s
"Kael, who found Amelia at the lighthouse?" Jaxon's voice was sharp, cutting through the usual banter that filled their training grounds. He'd arrived, his usual easy gait replaced by a grim determination. Kael shifted uneasily, his gaze flitting around the familiar training area. "It was Jade. We were searching the area systematically, you know, covering every inch. Then Jade shouted, saying he saw someone lying unconscious. We ran over, and… it was Amelia. I recognized her immediately. I told the others to look for clues, to see what happened, while some of us called for backup to get her to the clinic. We searched, but… we found nothing. Absolutely nothing. So, I ran to your house to tell you, but you were with your parents. Aurora was there, so I brought her with me." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "It was… unsettling, Alpha. Very unsettling." Jaxon's eyes narrowed. He felt a prickle of unease, a nagging sense that something wasn't right. Kael's acc
Aurora's pov: The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in angry shades of red and purple, a fitting backdrop to the dread that coiled in my gut. Amelia’s absence hung heavy, a suffocating presence in the otherwise peaceful evening. It wasn't just her absence, it was the unsettling way she’d vanished poof, gone, like a wisp of smoke. And that creepy feeling… like someone was watching, a prickling sensation at the back of my neck that wouldn't go away. I swirled the ice in my glass clinking a brittle counterpoint to the frantic rhythm of my heart. I'd grilled everyone at the party, but their denials felt hollow, like carefully constructed lies. The memory of that shadow, flitting through the dimly lit corners, the unsettling flicker of eyes… it wasn't just my imagination. BAM! A harsh knock on the door jolted me. My breath hitched. It wasn't a polite tap; this was urgent, demanding. "Jaxon! Jaxon, open up!" Jared's voice, usually easygoing, was strained, laced wi
3rd Person pov: The music swelled, a vibrant pulse that throbbed through the town hall and spilled out into the night. Fairy lights, strung haphazardly between ancient oak trees, cast a whimsical glow on the assembled crowd. It was a party, undeniably strange, yet every single soul in Dawnsville was present, a testament to the town's peculiar cohesion. The reason for the gathering remained a mystery, a shared enigma that hung heavy in the air, a silent question echoing in the laughter and chatter. Aurora, clinging to Jaxon's arm, navigated the throng. She felt the weight of countless eyes, a palpable sense of scrutiny that pricked her skin despite her best efforts to ignore it. Whispers, fragments of conversations carried on the wind, brushed against her ears, hinting at speculation, gossip, and perhaps something more. "They're still looking," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the music's insistent rhythm. Jaxon squeezed her hand, his touch a silent reassurance. "Ignore
The morning is quite gloomy, but my thoughts are still reeling from last night. Confusion swirls in my mind like a ticking bomb. However, I refuse to dwell on it, Jaxon seems fine, at least outwardly.He acts as if our conversation never happened, which I find unsettling. I lack the courage to ask him directly. I need to respect our boundaries, even though we're close. I must remember he's the Alpha, the ruler of this town.He sits at the table, flipping through the newspaper. I pour him tea, remaining silent. I should act as if last night was insignificant.I sit beside him, about to eat, when he speaks. “The council will have a party later,” he says, eyes still on the newspaper. He lifts his teacup and sips, a faint smile playing on his lips.I frown, confused. He mentioned the council last night, but what about the party? Why are they holding one? Is it related to the attack two weeks ago? The timing feels...odd.“Why are they holding a party?” I ask, my confusion evident. “Is i
The weight of Amelia's revelation pressed down on me like a physical burden. Sleep had become a distant memory, replaced by a constant churning of thoughts and anxieties. Even the simple act of preparing Jax's meals, a task I usually performed with meticulous care, felt clumsy and haphazard. The Alpha sensed my disquiet, his usually sharp gaze softening with concern. But he held back, respecting my need for space, for time to process the storm raging within me."You seem troubled," he said one evening, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room as he sat across from me at dinner.I forced a smile, hoping to mask the turmoil within. "Just a bit tired, that's all."He studied me, his eyes piercing through my facade. "You haven't slept well, have you?"I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze. "It's nothing, really. Just a few restless nights."He sighed, his expression softening. "If you're troubled, you can tell me. You know I'm always here for you."His words were a balm to
The crisp autumn air nipped at Aurora's cheeks as she walked towards the familiar clearing, a haven of peace nestled amidst the towering pines. It had been a month since she had last seen Amelia, her closest confidante, her sister in all but blood. The recent attack, the aftermath of Jaxon's injury, the constant worry that gnawed at her, had kept her tethered to Dawnsville, unable to venture out. But today, she yearned for the comfort of Amelia's presence, the solace of their shared secrets, the warmth of their unspoken understanding. As she reached the clearing, she saw Amelia sitting on a moss-covered boulder, her back against a towering pine, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Her hair, a cascade of auburn curls, was caught by the wind, framing a face that was both beautiful and strong, a reflection of the woman she had become. "Amelia," Aurora called out, her voice a soft whisper carried by the wind. Amelia turned, her eyes widening in surprise, a smile blooming on her fa
The morning sun, a pale sliver peeking over the horizon, cast long shadows across the training grounds. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had settled over Dawnsville after the attack. But the silence was a deceptive calm, a prelude to the storm of activity about to unfold.Jaxon, still bearing the mark of the recent battle, stood at the edge of the training grounds, his gaze sweeping across the assembled pack. His wound, though healing, still throbbed with a dull ache, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he had experienced. He had been lucky, he knew, but the experience had shaken him, forcing him to confront his own mortality, the fragility of his position as alpha.He had called this meeting, this training session, not just to hone their skills, but to instill a sense of urgency, a renewed commitment to their safety and security. The attack had been a wake-up call, a stark reminder that their en
Aurora's pov:"Aurora! Where are you?!" I was startled when I heard the voice of Amelia. But then, I wash my hands immediately because I'm full of stains from the pots that I'm cleaning. I heard the door open with a sign of her entering the house. "I'm over here!" I shouted because I am at the ground floor where I usually cleanse all the pots in the house. I dried my hands using my apron and didn't mind my messy hair, blocking the side of my face. "Oh my god, Aurora! Why do you look so messy?!" she stated in disbelief and her eyes in worry. I look away and get my hair tie, to tie my hair in a high ponytail. “What are you doing here?” I ask as I continue to tie my hair.She didn't look at me, instead she wandered her eyes to where we are right now. “This place is a mess, why are you cleaning here? Why not upstairs?” she asked.I ignore her question and repeat my question to her instead. “What are you doing here?” She looks at me from head to toe and shakes her head after she noti
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