Later that night, as I lay in bed, sleep eluded me.The moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting shadows on the walls, and all I could think about was Aiden.I couldn’t understand why he still had this hold on me.He had Zara, a beautiful, powerful wolf who was destined to be the Luna. And I had James, who loved me with every fiber of his being. Yet the bond, even broken, still pulsed beneath my skin, like a heartbeat that wouldn’t fade.I slipped out of bed and moved to the window.The cool night air brushed against my skin as I stared out into the darkness, my thoughts churning.That’s when I felt it...A presence.My heart pounded in my chest as I turned, half expecting to see nothing. But there he was, standing in the shadows near the edge of the woods. Aiden.His eyes glowed in the darkness, fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch.Why was he here?Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?I didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe as we locked eyes, the air thick with
Anger surged inside me, cutting through the fear. “You don’t get to decide that. You rejected me, Aiden. You have no claim over me.”His eyes flashed with something primal, something possessive. “The bond says otherwise.”I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could speak, a sharp, burning pain shot through my chest.I gasped, clutching my side as the pain spread like wildfire, searing through my veins. My skin felt like it was on fire, and I fell to my knees, struggling to breathe.“Layla!” Aiden’s voice was distant, but I could feel his hands on me, trying to steady me.The pain intensified, and I looked down at my arm, my heart stopping at the sight.A glowing mark was appearing on my skin, twisting and curling like ancient runes. It pulsed with a strange, ethereal light, as if something deep within me was awakening.Aiden’s eyes widened in shock, his hands hovering over the mark but not touching it. “What... what is this?”“I don’t know,” I gasped, my body trembling from the int
The entrance to the archives was hidden beneath the packhouse, deep underground where the oldest records were kept.The air was cool and damp as we descended the stone steps, the silence oppressive as the weight of centuries of history pressed down on us.Aiden led the way, his body tense as he pushed open the heavy wooden door. Inside, the room was lined with shelves upon shelves of ancient scrolls, dusty books, and forgotten relics.The smell of old paper and leather filled the air, and a strange energy seemed to hum beneath the surface.James immediately set to work, scanning the shelves for anything that might give us a clue about the mark.Aiden and I stood near the center of the room, the tension between us thick and palpable.As James searched, I couldn’t help but glance at Aiden, who was watching me closely. His eyes flicked to my arm, where the mark still glowed faintly beneath my sleeve.“You don’t feel it, do you?” I asked quietly, breaking the silence.Aiden’s eyes met min
“Aiden... stop,” I whispered, though my voice was weak.He released me, stepping back with a grim look on his face. “You can deny it all you want, Layla, but that won’t change what’s happening between us.”Frustration boiled inside me. “You rejected me, Aiden. You can’t just show up and act like we’re supposed to be together now.”His eyes flickered with something unreadable. “I rejected you because I thought it was the right thing to do. For you, for the pack, for everyone. But I was wrong.”“Wrong?” I echoed, disbelief flooding my chest.Aiden’s jaw clenched. “You’re my mate. The more I tried to push it away, the more I realized I can’t. And now, with this mark... it’s not just about the bond anymore. There’s something deeper happening, something neither of us can control.”I didn’t know what to say. Everything in me screamed to reject what he was saying, to push him away, but a small, traitorous part of me wanted to believe him.Wanted to believe that maybe this wasn’t all just the
The following days were both torturous and confusing.I tried to keep my distance from Aiden, tried to ignore the bond that flared up every time we were near each other. But he was always there, pushing me, testing me, as if he wanted to prove something I couldn’t quite understand.He would show up at the training grounds when I was there, his gaze tracking my every movement.He’d linger nearby during meals, his presence impossible to ignore.It felt like he was trying to remind me of everything I was fighting against, and yet, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt whenever he was near.On the final day, just as dusk was settling over the packhouse, Aiden found me outside. His expression was unreadable as he looked at me, his eyes shadowed in the fading light.“It’s time,” he said quietly.We walked in silence to the edge of the forest, where James was waiting for us.He had prepared everything we needed for the ritual, a small stone altar, an assortment of herbs, and a ceremonial blade tha
Over the next few days, I tried to settle back into my normal life.James and I grew closer, finding solace in each other’s company despite the unspoken fear of Zara’s looming influence and Aiden’s lingering presence.The pack felt tense, as if everyone was on edge, waiting for something to tip the scales.But just when I thought things might finally settle, an unexpected visitor arrived at the packhouse, The Alpha King, the one who had a longstanding alliance with ours.I first saw him during a training session. He was tall, with a rugged face and sharp, calculating eyes that scanned the grounds as if assessing everything at once.When his gaze landed on me, something about the way he stared made my skin prickle with unease.Later that evening, I heard whispers circulating among the other pack members about his arrival.Apparently, he was here to discuss territory negotiations, something that hadn’t been an issue before now.Tensions were high in the pack, and rumors about a rogue up
Out in the cool evening air, I took in a shaky breath, trying to shake off the lingering dread.Kane’s words haunted me, each one sinking like claws into my mind.The way he’d looked at me, as if I were nothing more than an asset, something to be transferred in a transaction. It left me feeling more trapped than ever.Just then, a hand caught my arm, and I turned, my heart racing. But it was only James, his eyes filled with worry.“I heard everything,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Are you alright?”I managed a weak nod, though I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. “I just… I don’t understand any of this. I’m not supposed to be something to trade. I shouldn’t even be here, caught in the middle of this mess.”James’s expression softened, and he pulled me into a tight embrace. “You’re not a pawn, Layla,” he whispered fiercely. “And I won’t let anyone treat you like one. Not Kane, not Zara, not anyone.”I felt the tension in my chest ease just a bit as I buried my face against his s
That night, I barely slept. Thoughts and emotions swirled through my mind, anger, frustration, a fierce desire for freedom that refused to die.James’s words echoed in my ears, a reminder that no matter how trapped I felt, there were still choices, still ways to fight.When the morning sun finally broke through the dark, I found James early, as the packhouse was just beginning to stir.He was waiting for me in the training yard, his face tense, worry etched into his eyes.“I couldn’t sleep either,” he said, giving me a grim smile. “I kept thinking about that council meeting. It felt so wrong.”“It was,” I agreed, my voice firm. “I won’t let them decide my life for me. But if Kane’s pack is as much of a threat as Aiden says, I need to understand what we’re up against.”James nodded, his expression serious. “There’s one place we can go to find out. The archives.”The pack archives were deep in the forest, hidden in a secure bunker accessible only to the council and those trusted with th
The possibilities swirled in his mind, each more painful than the last.Had she been alive all this time, hiding from him deliberately?If so, why?Was it possible that Rylan, the smug Alpha who had challenged his throne, had rescued her and manipulated her memories?Or was it truly amnesia, a cruel twist of fate that had stolen their shared history from her mind?His thoughts shifted to the boy, Ace.The child had Layla’s vibrant spirit, but his features were harder to place.Kane couldn’t shake the feeling that Ace might be his, yet the timeline didn’t fit.Layla had been gone for nearly five years, and Ace was only four.And yet, the nagging possibility refused to be silenced.A knock at the door interrupted his spiraling thoughts. “Come in,” he barked, his voice sharp.Amelia stepped inside, her presence as uninvited as ever.She had been trying to claw her way back into his good graces, though Kane kept her at arm’s length.“You’ve been restless since you returned from the city,”
The sun was high as Aria stepped out of the car, holding Ace’s small hand.The bustling city streets were alive with activity, the perfect backdrop for their shopping trip.Ace, now four years old, was as mischievous as ever, and Aria had her hands full trying to keep him from running off at every opportunity.“We’re here to get you new clothes, remember?” she said, crouching down to his level.Ace wrinkled his nose. “Clothes are boring. Can we get ice cream too?”Aria smiled, ruffling his golden curls. “If you behave.”“I always behave,” Ace replied with an innocent grin that didn’t fool her in the slightest.As they strolled through the city, Ace’s eyes darted from one stall to another, filled with endless possibilities for trouble.The crowds gave him the perfect cover to slip away while Aria was momentarily distracted by a display of children’s shoes.“Ace?” she called, glancing around.No answer.Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned the area, but Ace was already a few steps ah
Years passed, but the stalemate between Alpha King Kane and Alpha Rylan persisted.The packs had settled into a tenuous peace, though tension lingered beneath the surface.Kane remained on the throne, his position unshaken by the halted election.Rylan, though unable to dethrone the Alpha King, had solidified his own pack’s strength, gaining loyalty and admiration from many.Despite their ongoing rivalry, neither had made a decisive move to change the status quo.In the midst of this uneasy calm, there was one bright, unpredictable force that no one could ignore, Ace, Rylan and Aria's three year old son.Mischievous, stubborn, and endlessly charming, Ace had become the heart of Rylan’s pack, bringing moments of joy and chaos to everyone around him.Ace was a whirlwind of energy, constantly on the move and always getting into some sort of trouble.Whether it was sneaking into the kitchens to steal sweets or hiding important documents from the elders, his antics were as exhausting as th
The tension among the Alpha community was palpable.The throne of the Alpha King, once the pinnacle of werewolf hierarchy, now stood as the center of a bitter power struggle.What should have been a straightforward process to elect a new leader had devolved into chaos. Two names dominated every conversation, Alpha King Kane and Alpha Rylan.Though Kane, by blood and right, still claimed ownership of the throne, his months of grief and absence had left cracks in the foundation of his authority.Rylan’s challenge, fueled by his reputation as a strong, capable leader, had garnered considerable support. Neither man seemed willing to back down, and their steadfast stances were causing ripples across every pack.Inside his chambers, Kane stood tall, his commanding aura returning after months of mourning.His presence alone was enough to make even the most hardened elders falter. Yet, behind his stoic exterior, a storm brewed.“Enough of this election nonsense,” Kane barked at the gathered c
The heavy oak door creaked open as Rylan entered their home, his expression grim.His steps were slower than usual, shoulders hunched under the weight of frustration.The faint glow of the setting sun cast long shadows across the room, where Aria stood, gently swaying Ace in her arms.“Rylan,” she said softly, her voice immediately filled with concern.She didn’t need to ask if something had gone wrong, his body language said it all. “What happened at the meeting?”He paused, glancing at her and their sleeping child. For a moment, the sight of them eased the tension in his chest, but it wasn’t enough to quell the storm raging in his mind.Without a word, he moved to place his jacket on the back of the chair, his fingers lingering on the fabric.When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with irritation. “It was worse than I expected.”Aria placed Ace gently into his crib, her motherly instincts ensuring he remained undisturbed, and turned to Rylan.She gestured for him to sit with her
“Liam,” she called, her tone sharper than she intended.The Beta turned, his expression neutral but wary as she approached. “Amelia. What can I do for you?”She crossed her arms over her chest, fixing him with a pointed look. “I want to know what’s going on with Kane.”Liam raised an eyebrow. “You’ll have to be more specific.”“Don’t play coy with me,” she snapped. “I know he’s been fixated on Rylan’s Luna. Why? What’s so important about her?”Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not my place to discuss the Alpha King’s private matters.”“Don’t give me that,” Amelia shot back. “I’ve been by his side for years. I deserve to know what’s going on.”Liam hesitated, his loyalty to Kane evident in the way he held his ground. “All I can say is that Kane believes there’s more to Rylan’s Luna than meets the eye. He’s looking for answers.”“Answers to what?” Amelia pressed.“That,” Liam said firmly, “is for Kane to decide when, or if, he wants to share.”Amelia’s frustration boil
The late afternoon sun streamed into Kane’s office, casting long shadows across the dark wood of his desk.His fingers drummed restlessly against the polished surface as his mind churned over the events in the city the previous day.The image of the woman who had stepped into Rylan’s car haunted him, her profile burning in his thoughts.“It can’t be her,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair, frustration lacing his voice. “But what if...”He pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing himself to stop spiraling.Still, the questions refused to leave him.How could someone look so much like Layla?And why was she with Rylan?“Liam,” he called, his voice sharp but low.The door to the office opened swiftly, and his Beta stepped inside, his expression calm but attentive. “Your Majesty?”Kane motioned for him to sit. “I need you to dig into Alpha Rylan and his Luna, Aria,” he said, the name slipping from his tongue with a strange mix of skepticism and unease.Liam frowned but nodded. “What e
The grand hall buzzed with activity as candidates for the Alpha King election gathered for the required formalities.Alpha Rylan and Aria arrived at the venue in the heart of the city, their presence drawing attention from the moment they stepped out of their sleek, black car.Aria held herself with quiet grace, her features serene yet alert.Beside her, Rylan exuded confidence, his protective gaze occasionally flickering toward her.The sun glinted off the towering glass building where the proceedings were being held, its opulence a testament to the power and prestige of the Alpha King title.The event was abuzz with whispers, not only about Rylan’s candidacy but also about his Luna.Some admired Aria’s poise, while others muttered skepticism about her origins.The candidates and their Lunas were ushered into a luxurious conference room where they were to sign critical documents affirming their candidacy and allegiance to the governing council.Aria felt a ripple of nerves as she fol
In the warm embrace of Rylan’s private quarters, the soft cries of the baby filled the air, a melody of new beginnings and promise.Aria cradled the baby in her arms, her gaze fixed on the tiny face that already commanded her heart.The child’s delicate fingers curled instinctively around one of Aria’s, a simple yet profound gesture that melted her completely.Rylan sat beside her, his usually composed demeanor softened by the presence of the baby.His hand rested lightly on the arm of the chair, though his eyes were locked on Aria and the child. “He’s beautiful,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe.“He is,” Aria agreed, her voice barely above a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might break the magic of the moment.Rylan leaned forward, his fingers brushing against the baby’s cheek. “He needs a name, one that suits him.”Aria looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. “Something strong,” she said softly. “Something that reflects his spirit.”Rylan nodded, his expression con