INGRIDEver since I agreed to marry Lucian, I’ve been trapped in my own thoughts.I locked myself in my old room, replaying Ezra’s words like a cursed melody in my head."No matter how far you will run, Silas will still find you."It’s the only reason I stayed. The only reason I haven't torn through the walls in an attempt to escape.I had spent hours flipping through old books, reading about what it meant to be a Luna. Some of it wasn’t as terrible as I expected. As long as I stay out of the Alpha’s way, and don’t challenge his authority, I’ll be fine. That is something I can handle.But then I came across the rituals, and that’s when the unease started creeping in.The idea of kneeling before Lucian in front of the entire pack to prove my submission? Didn’t sit right with me. What is this, 1928?I could barely tolerate being in the same room as him, let alone bowing at his feet.And then there was the warrior’s fight—a test of strength, where I’d have to battle a warrior from anoth
INGRIDI spend the next couple of days deep in the woods, training relentlessly.I push myself harder than ever before, making sure my fighting and defense skills are flawless. I can’t afford to be anything less than perfect.I have something to prove, especially to Lucian.He needs to understand that I am not just some girl he can push around and bully whenever he wants.Kira is the guiding force in my head. "Use your speed. Your reflexes. Your heightened hearing. You have advantages that other wolves don’t." she reminds me every time I seem to forget.And she’s right.By the time we finish, I’m covered in sweat, and my muscles are burning with exhaustion."I think we’re ready, Ingrid," Kira whispers, sounding just as tired as I feel.I exhale deeply, stretching my arms."Mmh, let’s go get some rest," I hum in agreement.I grab my bow and head toward the gate when suddenly I hear a crack on the back of my head followed by a sharp pain."FUCK!" I groan, stumbling forward before spinni
INGRIDAfter knocking on Ezra’s door a few times, I finally hear some movement and a second later, the door swings open."Come on in," he blurts, motioning me inside his chambers.I sigh and step inside, my eyes scanning the room before my gaze falls on a box placed on a small table in the corner.Ezra walks toward it and picks it up before turning back to me."I wanted to give you something for your wedding," he grunts, bringing the box to me.I hesitate, looking from the box to his face."Oh, what is it?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me."It’s a little something. You can open it now if you want," he replies.I take the box from him and place it on the carousel table behind me.I slowly untie the bow, my fingers careful in case it’s something delicate. When I finally push the wrapping paper aside, my breath catches. Inside is a dress. Or rather… a gown.I glance up at Ezra, confusion knitting my brows together. "What is this?""It’s a wedding dress," he snaps. "You can wear
LUCIANThe day to claim my title as the Alpha of the largest pack has finally arrived.The power, dominance, and control will finally be mine. I smirk at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the cuff of my black tailored suit.By the end of the day, every wolf in the territory will bow to me, and yet, despite my excitement, there’s one thing tainting my mood. And that is Ingrid.The thought of marrying her is a bitter pill to swallow. If there were another way to secure my place in this new pack, I’d take it in a heartbeat.Unfortunately, Ezra and the other Alphas made it clear that this was the only way. She’s the bridge between the packs.A soft touch trails down my back, pulling me from my thoughts.The warm hands glide over my shoulders, and I recognize the scent before she speaks."I still can't believe you're marrying her, Lucian." Victoria’s voice echoes, laced with bitterness.I turn around slowly, catching the pout on her perfectly glossed lips. I grab her waist and pull he
INGRID"You look beautiful, Ingrid," Sarah pulls me from my thoughts, adjusting my veil with delicate fingers.I stare at my reflection, my emotions churning beneath the surface.My mother’s gown fits perfectly, hugging my frame like it was made for me. Maybe it is fate that I was the one meant to wear it.Sarah helps with the final touches, making sure everything is in place but then, the door flies open, and one of Ezra’s men enters."Everyone is settled. They're waiting for you," he announces, taking a quick glance at me before stepping out.I take one final deep breath, lifting the gown slightly."Let’s get this over with," I mutter, forcing my emotions into a locked box deep inside me.Sarah gives me a faint smile and opens the door for me.The hallway outside is breathtaking. There are flowers everywhere, woven into the walls scattered across the floor, creating a path of delicate petals.It looks magical. A wedding fit for a princess. Too bad I’m not the blushing bride.Sarah ge
INGRIDThe crowd erupts into cheers, especially Lucian's pack. Their howls and applause shake the air, a thunderous roar of approval for their new Alpha.I remain still, though my entire body screams to move or at least run.Lucian stands tall, soaking in the admiration, his chest puffed with pride. I can tell he has been living for this moment.I swallow the lump in my throat and turn back to Miriam as she raises her hands, chanting something in the old tongue. The words barely register in my mind, drowned out by the rapid beat of my heart."We have come to the end of the ceremony..." She continues speaking, but I don't hear the rest.All I want is to leave this altar, get out of this dress, and disappear for a minute."Let us all gather at the reception and share our first meal as a pack," Miriam finally concludes.The crowd cheers, their excitement palpable, but I feel nothing.I turn to Lucian, expecting at least a glance or some acknowledgment, but nothing. He’s already busy playi
INGRIDAfter everyone has finished their meal, the atmosphere thickens as the crowd moves to the pavement, clearing the center for the fight.My heart pounds as I step forward, my boots crunching against the gravel.Across from me, I watch Victoria lean into Lucian and whisper something.He nods, a slow smirk creeping onto his face before they both turn to face me. She then moves with calculated confidence, swaying her hips as she reaches the center.Lucian, now the Alpha, follows behind her and takes his position between us. He clears his throat, sending the entire gathering into silence."The time has come for my Luna to prove she is worthy of her title." He announces, his tone calm, almost bored.His eyes rake over me and then to Victoria, and I see a silent exchange passing between them."Let the fight begin." He declares, taking steps back, not even bothering to wait for a formal start.Before he even gets to his chair, Victoria lunges at me.She moves like a viper. Fast, catchin
LUCIANI still can’t believe what just happened on that training floor.Ingrid defeated Victoria way easier than I had anticipated. Dash was right. I shouldn’t have underestimated her.But it wasn’t just her fighting skills that caught me off guard. Watching her take down Victoria did something to me. It stirred something inside me, something wild and unexpected.It was the same feeling I felt when I first saw Victoria, but this… this was much stronger.I shook the thought away before it took root because that is a feeling I cannot afford to have for her.I still had a lot to do and more responsibilities than ever, and it would take all my full focus to navigate them.The first step was to set up a meeting with the former Alphas to decide what came next."Thank you all for coming," I begin, keeping my tone steady but firm. "We need to figure out how to proceed from here."They settle into their seats, all eyes on me."First, what will be the living situation now that we are one pack?"
LUCIANAs I watch Ingrid sparring with Aiden from my window, it feels like a knife is being twisted deeper into my chest with every passing second.I see her laughing as she blocks one of his attacks, and he grins like she’s the only person in the world.I wanted to believe her about him being her friend, but Aiden’s words kept echoing in my head like a broken record: “She might be your Luna, but only one of us has claimed her.”At first, I didn’t believe him, especially after how he manipulated Ingrid by making her rush to his side like I was the villain in their love story. I knew something was off.So I did the only thing I could. I investigated.I started with Ezra’s former pack members, and luckily, wolves tend to remember everything in detail.They told me stories, too many stories for it all to be coincidence.How Aiden used to have a girlfriend, Audrey, and how everyone in the pack knew that something changed when Ingrid arrived.Later on, Audrey confronted Ingrid in public th
INGRID."What are you doing here, Ingrid?" Lucian growls, his eyes burning a dangerous shade of red."I came to check on Aiden, and it seems I arrived just in time," I snap, rushing toward them."Let him go," I command.Lucian’s grip tightens for a split second before he yanks Aiden away and steps back."Ingrid, he just came in and started attacking me, saying that I'm lying," Aiden pleads, wiping the blood off his mouth with the back of his hand.I stand tall and face Lucian head-on, my hands trembling with fury."Is this what you meant when you said you were going to talk to him?" I ask, my voice sharp and accusing. "What if he’s not lying, Lucian? Have you even considered that he might be telling the truth?"Lucian says nothing. His jaw clenches, his fists tightening at his sides as his gaze darts between Aiden and me."What kind of Alpha attacks an injured pack member without even giving him a chance to defend himself?" I press on, my voice rising.I keep taunting him, pushing him
LUCIAN"Open the door," I order, my voice sharp, cutting through the silence of the dimly lit hallway.The guard in charge of Aiden’s cell obeys and steps aside as the heavy metal door creaks open.Inside, the stench of blood, sweat, and damp stone clings to the air.Aiden is seated against the cold wall, his head resting on his knees. He looks like a man with nothing left to lose.At the sound of the door opening, he lifts his head slowly his dark unreadable eyes meeting mine.I step inside and signal for the guard to give me his chair. He hands it over without a word and I place it directly across from Aiden, the legs scraping loudly against the stone floor as I take my seat.I rest my forearms on my thighs and study him for a bit before beginning my interrogation."I thought it was about time we met," I blurt, keeping my tone neutral.Aiden smirks, sitting upright, his body language too relaxed for a prisoner facing his Alpha."So," I begin, cutting straight to the point, "what exa
LUCIAN.Ezra and Ingrid arrived at my study, their expressions grave as they settled into their seats.I leaned back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, and listened in silence as Ezra finished recounting Aiden’s story.When he finally concludes, I let the weight of his words settle over the room before exhaling sharply."Do you believe him?" I ask, my gaze locked onto him.He hesitated, his eyes flickering toward Ingrid for a brief moment before he finally nods."I don’t see how he would have lied about all that," he mutters.I turn my attention to Ingrid, who is now sitting there, staring blankly at the floor, her expression distant and haunted. Probably because of the possibility that her brother, Logan, might be dead."Ingrid," I call, but she didn’t respond.I frown, narrowing my eyes. "Ingrid!" I call again, louder.Her head snaps up, and I instantly notice her watery eyes, as if she had been on the verge of tears."Do you believe Aiden?" I ask, wanting to hear her ans
INGRID.The only reason I was there, taking care of Aiden, was purely out of guilt. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.I had avoided the infirmary for days, especially after hearing him whisper that he was sorry.That single word had sent my mind into a spiral, making me question everything.Why was he sorry? Had he told Silas where I was? Had he given up my location, which meant that at any moment, Silas could come for me, and worse, for the pack?The possibilities made my stomach turn. Hence, I kept my distance, and watched from afar, hoping someone else would step in and take care of him.But no one did. Not even Audrey. She must have hated him after he dumped her.So, I stepped up, because no matter what Aiden had done, one thing was undeniable, if it weren’t for him, I would still be out there, alone.A lone wolf, still wandering, and struggling to survive.He had given me a home, a pack and a chance to be something more.So when Ezra and Lucian walked into the infirmar
LUCIANEver since I got back, my mind has been unsettled.Aiden is still unconscious, and that fact alone makes my nerves coil tighter with each passing hour. I need answers.I need to know exactly what happened in Shadow Ridge and, most importantly, how the hell he escaped."Why is he not awake yet?" I demand, my voice sharp as I stare at the nurse standing before me in my office.She shifts uncomfortably, her hands clasped together."He seems to have a head injury," she replies, her voice tinged with concern.I narrow my eyes. "I want him awake," I order coldly. "Go figure out something."The nurse nods quickly, not daring to argue, and scurries toward the door.As soon as she’s gone, my gaze snaps to Ezra, who is seated across from me, his expression tense."What did he say when he was brought in?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.Ezra exhales heavily. "He didn’t say much," he mutters, rubbing his jaw. "Just called for Ingrid, and that was it.My muscles tighten, and I straighten,
INGRID.A week has passed, and people are still talking about my cake.I didn’t expect it to be such a big deal, but now, every time I pass through the compound, someone stops me to ask when I’ll be baking again.It’s almost comical how something so small can bring people so much joy.But to be honest, I don’t mind because it made me feel normal again. Like I still have a piece of my old life left. So, I decided I’ll be baking for them whenever I get the chance.As for Lucian, he hasn’t been around the past week.I overheard Ezra telling some pack members that he was away, handling “personal business,” but I knew that was a lie.I noticed Victoria was gone, too, and it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together to figure out they were together.At first, it bothered me, and I hated that it did.I thought something shifted between us that day on the field and back at that kitchen, but clearly, I was the only one who felt something.Now, I am seated on a bench, watching Ezra play w
LUCIANAs I watched Ingrid storm off the training field and disappear into the house, I felt something heavy in my chest.With a frustrated sigh, I grab my shirt from the ground, slip it back on, and button it up one by one.I feel the weight of the pack’s stares before I even lift my head.Irritation flares in my chest, and I turn. “What the hell are you looking at?” I growl, my voice sharp and heavy.They scramble, diverting their gazes as if they weren’t just openly gawking at me.“Go back to training. Now!” I bark.The murmurs die down, and the clanking of fists against flesh and grunts of exertion fill the space again.I exhale, rolling my shoulders.Should I go after her and make sure I didn’t hurt her? I think to myself, but something inside me pushes the thought away immediately.She’s a fighter. She doesn’t need me running after her like some desperate fool.Instead, I decide to focus on something productive, but after just a few steps, I run into Victoria.I see the anger bef
INGRIDTHUD! I bang the door shut behind me, my breath coming fast, my hands shaking.The air in my room feels heavy, like it’s pressing down on my chest, making it impossible to think straight.With a frustrated sigh, I reach up and untie my hair, letting the strands fall around my face. My fingers thread through it as I try to calm my racing heart, but it’s useless. The memory of what just happened refuses to leave me.“What was that?” I mutter to myself, pacing across the room, my bare feet making soft sounds against the wooden floor.I squeeze my eyes shut, but it only makes the memory stronger. The way our chests collided at one point, his breath against my skin when he whispered in my ear, and the warmth I felt on my skin whenever he touched me. I groan and kick my bed in frustration, which is a big mistake.“Fuck!” I gasp, stumbling as pain shoots up my leg. A tear spills down my cheek, caused by this stupid, self-inflicted injury.I sink to the floor, clutch my foot, and blow