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
As soon as Kane disappeared from sight, I felt a mix of relief and lingering anger twisting in my chest.James turned to me, his face a mirror of my frustration.“Are you alright?” he asked softly, his hand resting protectively on my shoulder.I nodded, but the feeling of dread remained. “He’s determined to get what he wants, James. This isn’t just an alliance to him, it’s a power move. And Aiden…” I hesitated, the painful truth gnawing at me. “Aiden’s considering it.”James’s expression hardened. “Aiden’s blinded by his duty to the pack, but he’s not seeing the full picture. Kane’s alliance is a trap, he’d exploit every weakness he could find here.”I looked away, hating the turmoil in my heart. For all his faults, Aiden wasn’t heartless, he was bound by the weight of his responsibilities as Alpha. But he didn’t see what Kane was capable of, and I couldn’t rely on him to protect me from the very alliance he thought would save the pack.“What if he does choose the pack?” I murmured, t
As night fell, an unsettling calm took over the packhouse.I moved through the familiar halls, memorizing each detail as if I might never see them again. The weight of what we were about to do settled heavily in my chest.Leaving was a risk, and the consequences would be severe if we were caught. But the alternative, staying here and losing myself to Kane’s ambitions, felt like a cage I couldn’t bear.James met me at the edge of the forest, his silhouette barely visible in the faint light.He wore a small pack slung over his shoulder, the supplies we’d carefully gathered strapped tightly to his back."Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low but steady.I nodded, though I wasn’t sure I would ever feel ready. "Let’s go."We set off into the woods, moving silently, each step taking me further from the packhouse, the only home I’d ever known.A part of me was aching to turn back, to give in to the familiar safety of the pack, but I kept walking, forcing myself to move forward.I couldn’t
The journey to Kane’s territory was both somber and filled with anticipation.Ace, his excitement rekindled, chatted endlessly with Aria about what he expected life to be like in his new home.Waiting just beyond the gates was Kane, his imposing figure standing tall amidst the bustle of his pack.When the car came to a stop, he approached, his golden eyes lighting up as he saw Ace step out, holding Aria’s hand.Kane crouched down, arms wide open, and Ace hesitated only for a moment before running into them. “Alpha Kane!” Ace exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. “I’m here!”Kane held him tightly, his voice warm and filled with emotion. “You’re finally home, my boy. And you don’t have to call me Alpha Kane anymore. Just call me Dad.”Ace grinned widely. “Okay, Dad.”Aria stood to the side, her heart swelling as she watched the exchange.Kane turned to her, his gaze softening. “Thank you, Aria,” he said, his voice low but fervent. “Thank you for bringing him here. For trusting
The next day, the warm light of the setting sun filtered through the window as Aria sat on the edge of Ace’s bed.The young boy was surrounded by his favorite toys and drawings, his curious eyes fixed on his mother as she gently stroked his hair.“Ace,” she began softly, her tone laced with both excitement and nervousness. “There’s something very important I need to tell you.”Ace tilted his head, his small face lighting up with intrigue. “Is it about why everyone’s been acting so serious lately?”Aria smiled, amused at his perceptiveness. “It is, sweetheart. It’s something about who you are, about our family.”Ace sat up straighter, his gaze unwavering. “What is it, Mama?”Taking a deep breath, Aria reached for Ace’s hands, holding them gently in her own. “Ace, do you remember when I told you that your papa, Alpha Rylan, saved us and gave us a home?”Ace nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Papa is the best!”Aria’s heart swelled with love, but she pushed forward. “He is, and he’ll always
The transformation on Kane’s face was immediate and overwhelming. His eyes widened, a brilliant light of joy and disbelief breaking through the storm of emotions he had been carrying.His lips parted in a smile so genuine it made Aria’s heart ache.“My son,” he repeated, this time louder, his voice filled with awe and reverence. “Ace is my son.”He laughed, a sound so rare and unguarded that it echoed warmly in the room.Kane stepped forward and, without hesitation, wrapped Aria in a tight embrace, his arms encircling her protectively.“I have a son,” he murmured into her hair. “Layla, you’ve given me something I never thought I’d have, a family.”Aria let herself sink into his embrace for a moment, her emotions a whirlwind. But as much as she wanted to hold on to the warmth of his joy, she knew this wasn’t the end of their journey.Pulling back slightly, she looked up at him, her expression serious. “Kane, this doesn’t change everything. Ace is your son, but he’s also Rylan’s son in
As the packhouse bustled with activity, the air buzzed with anticipation.Wolves cleaned and redecorated Layla’s old room under Kane’s watchful eye, ensuring every detail was perfect.The scent of fresh flowers filled the space, mingling with the faint traces of her lingering presence that had never truly faded.Kane stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the room.It was exactly as it had been years ago, untouched and waiting.The bed was neatly made with soft, warm furs, the curtains pulled back to let in the moonlight.On the nightstand, a delicate vase held a single white rose, its petals pristine and pure.“She’ll be here,” Kane murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. “She’ll see this and know she has a home waiting for her.”But even as he spoke, a shadow of doubt crept into his mind.He had seen the way Rylan looked at Aria, the way he had fought to keep her and Ace by his side.Kane clenched his fists, his resolve hardening.He would not let Rylan win. Layla, Aria
“You remember,” Rylan said, his voice low but steady, addressing Aria directly.She nodded, her hand instinctively tightening on Kane’s shoulder. “I remember everything,” she said softly. “About Aiden. About Kane. About... about all of it.”Rylan’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he nodded. “And what does that mean for us? For Ace?”Her heart clenched at the mention of Ace. “It doesn’t change that he’s our son,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “Rylan, you’ve been an incredible father to him. That doesn’t change because of who Kane is.”Kane stiffened slightly, his grip on Aria’s waist loosening.He glanced at her, his brow furrowing. “What are you saying, Aria?” he asked, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.She took a deep breath, stepping back from both men to create some space. “I need time,” she said, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “I’ve just regained a part of myself I thought I’d lost forever. I need to figure out who I am, who I am now
Aria made her way back to the pack’s territory.Her steps were unsteady, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.The memories were sharp and vivid, each one striking her like a lightning bolt. Every moment she had lived as Layla now coalesced with her present life as Aria, forming a mosaic of pain, betrayal, love, and resilience.She clutched her arms around herself, her breath hitching with each step.The towering gates of the pack’s territory came into view, and she quickened her pace. Every instinct urged her forward, every fiber of her being telling her that she needed to be here, now.As she approached the gates, she spotted a familiar figure. Kane stood by his car, one hand gripping the door, the other running through his dark hair.His powerful frame was tense, his golden eyes scanning the horizon as if he were waiting for something, or someone.Aria froze for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest.The sight of him brought a rush of emotions, the man who had once been her mate,
Aria rose from the fallen log, her body still tense from the emotional confrontation she had endured.The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting silvery patterns on the forest floor.As she turned to leave the clearing, her foot caught on a piece of uneven wood hidden beneath the underbrush.She stumbled forward, landing on her hands and knees with a sharp gasp.The impact jarred her, but it was the sudden rush of images flooding her mind that stole her breath away.She was 18 again, walking through the town pack when she encountered Aiden, the then Alpha in the grand town hall.Her heart pounded with anticipation as she approached Aiden, the one who had made her feel the mate bond.He was her mate, she could feel it in her bones. Tonight, on her birthday, he would claim her, and their future together would begin.But his eyes, once warm and inviting, were cold.“I can’t,” he said, his voice low but firm. “I don’t want you, Layla.”Her heart shattered. “What do you mean?” she w
The forest, once alive with danger had settled into an uneasy stillness. Celeste and Amelia, subdued, were escorted back to Rylan’s territory by his warriors.The Alphas, Kane and Rylan, stood a short distance apart, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.Aria sat on a fallen log, holding Ace close.The boy clung to her, his face buried in her neck as she stroked his hair soothingly.Her heart still raced from the events of the day, but the warmth of her son’s embrace grounded her.Kane approached cautiously, his usually commanding presence softened by concern. “Aria,” he said, his voice low and measured.She looked up, meeting his gaze.“Thank you for finding Ace,” she said, her tone polite but distant.Kane knelt in front of her, his eyes searching hers. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do anything for you and Ace, you know that.”Rylan’s voice cut through the moment like a blade. “And yet you put them in danger with Amelia.”Kane stood, turning to face Rylan. “Don’t preten
Even though Ace had been found and safely returned, Aria could not shake the feeling of unease clawing at her heart.Something about the entire ordeal felt unresolved, as if a larger danger still loomed.While Rylan and Kane coordinated with their packs, Aria quietly slipped away, her instincts pulling her deeper into the forest.The forest was eerily silent, the faint rustle of leaves the only sound accompanying her hurried steps.Her thoughts swirled with fear and anger, not just at Celeste and Amelia for their cruelty, but at herself for not being able to protect her son.She clenched her fists, frustration boiling within her.As she pushed forward, fragments of a memory flickered in her mind: a clearing bathed in moonlight, the scent of lilies, a soft voice calling her name, Layla.“Who am I?” she whispered, her voice trembling.Something within her stirred, an ancient strength she couldn’t yet name. She pushed on, determined to find the truth, no matter the cost.As Aria ventured