Chapter 7: The Alpha’s FuryAlpha Callum’s POVThe news reached me just after dawn, carried by a young scout whose face was pale and tight with fear. He knelt before me in the great hall, his words spilling out in a hurried whisper, and I had to force myself to stay still, my hands gripping the arms of my chair to keep from reacting too quickly.Lillias had gone into the forest. Alone.For a moment, the room seemed to tilt, the weight of his words settling over me like a stone in my chest. My daughter—the future of the MacCrae pack—had defied my orders, stepping out into the night without protection, without explanation.And worse still, I already knew why.The bond.I had felt its presence the moment it awakened in her, a subtle ripple in the air that only those attuned to the will of the Moon Goddess could sense. I had tried to ignore it, to push it aside as a fleeting possibility, a distraction she would overcome. But now, there was no denying it. Lillias had found her mate—and the
Chapter 8: A Daughter’s DefianceLillias’s POVThe moment I spoke, the clearing seemed to hold its breath. My father’s face was a mask of barely contained fury, his powerful frame tense as he stood among the warriors he had brought to confront Silas. And Silas—though calm on the surface, I could feel his tension through the bond, his wolf ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.But this wasn’t about them.This was about me.I stepped forward, placing myself squarely between the two most stubborn men I had ever known. The weight of their expectations, their judgments, and their anger pressed down on me like a storm, but I didn’t falter.“This is my life,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart raced. “And I won’t let either of you make this decision for me.”My father’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “You don’t understand what you’re saying, Lillias,” he said, his tone sharp. “Do you know who this man is? What he’s done?”“I know enough,” I replied, lifting
Chapter 9: A Past That HauntsSilas’s POVAs the warriors faded into the trees, led by Lillias’s father, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My wolf, Rafe, still prowled beneath the surface, agitated and tense, his instincts screaming at me to prepare for a fight that had, for now, been avoided.I glanced at Lillias. She was breathtaking, standing in the golden light of the clearing with her arms crossed, her deep violet eyes still blazing with defiance. Her pale skin glowed in the morning sun, and her dark auburn hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked every bit the princess she was—regal, commanding, and undeniably fierce.But beneath her composed exterior, I could sense the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide. Through the bond, I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the tremor of unease that lingered despite her bold words.“I’m sorry you had to face that,” I said softly, stepping closer.She turned to me, her expression softening as she met m
Chapter 10: The Beast WithinRafes POV I felt him falter before he did.Silas, my human half, was strong, but his heart was weighed down by chains of regret and fear. I’d carried him through battles, through blood and loss, and still, he doubted himself. Still, he questioned his worth.It infuriated me.The Moon Goddess didn’t bond wolves like us to someone like Lillias by accident. She was strong, fierce, a light in the darkness we had wandered in for so long. But Silas couldn’t see it. He didn’t understand the power of what we’d been given—or the danger in denying it.I prowled beneath the surface, my claws itching to tear into something—or someone. My ears twitched at the sound of her voice, steady and firm as she faced her father in the clearing. Lillias was no ordinary wolf. She was fire wrapped in moonlight, and the mere thought of her set my instincts ablaze.Yet here we stood, caught in a web of uncertainty. Silas hesitated because of his past, his fear that he wasn’t enough f
Chapter 11: The Crimson WatcherScarlett’s POVLillias was fire in her human form, but when I took control, we became something far more primal. I was her wolf, her counterpart, and her protector. I was her instincts, her ferocity, and her will to survive. And right now, every fiber of my being screamed for me to take over.The rogue standing across from us wasn’t just a threat; he was a sickness. The kind of wolf that carried darkness wherever he went. His scent reached me before he even stepped into the clearing, thick and acrid, like burnt wood mixed with spoiled meat. It clung to the air, an omen of decay and violence.When he finally emerged from the shadows, I took him in fully. His wolf was lean, almost gaunt, but it was a mistake to think that made him weak. His muscles were wiry and taut, like a coiled spring waiting to strike. His fur was a muddy brown streaked with black, a patchwork of uneven tones that matched the scars crisscrossing his body. The most prominent scar cut a
Lillias POV continued.. Did I really just do that? They both felt the pain I felt in my abdomen, I wonder what that was about. I look at Silas, who’s sniffing the air, then Rich starts doing the same, they both smirk at each other. “Luna, do you think you might be with pup?” Rich asks me, I sit there and think, nope, not a chance, I’ve known Silas a day, I haven’t even had my heat yet. Silas looks at me with a blank expression on his face, I can feel his shock, hope and excitement as he gets off the couch and comes over to me. sniffing my stomach. Could I be? Could we already be expecting? I feel a cold wave wash over me, I know this feeling. Looking at Silas, he felt the same, where as Rich is oblivious. “Rich mate, I think me and your Luna need to talk”, Rich nods and gets up, smiles at us and leaves the lounge. “You feel them too?” I ask Silas, he nods. The dust particles in the air stop moving, the sounds of outside subside, and in front of us app
Chapter 13: The Price of Power Silas’s POV The rogue’s scent still lingered heavily in the air, a twisted reminder of the threat that had just passed through the clearing. It was thick and bitter, a mark of danger and malice. Even though he was gone, I couldn’t shake the feeling that his presence still hovered like a storm cloud. My wolf, Rafe, was restless beneath my skin, but it wasn’t just the rogue that had him on edge—it was the fact that Lillias had been so exposed to him. I turned to her as she stood there in the dim light of the moon, her body trembling ever so slightly, a mix of adrenaline and fear still coursing through her veins. The remnants of her dress lay in tatters on the ground, shredded by Scarlett’s sudden shift. My chest tightened as I watched her carefully. Lillias was a striking figure. Her skin, pale as moonlight, seemed even more fragile in the clearing’s dim glow. Her long, dark hair was a tangled mess, falling over her shoulders in wild, untamed waves. But
Chapter 14: The Shadows that Follow Silas’s POV The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver glow over the clearing. It was beautiful, almost serene—if not for the tension that was coiled in the air like a spring ready to snap. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. The rogue might have been gone, but the unease hadn’t dissipated. I was no longer sure what we were dealing with, but one thing was clear: things had just escalated. I kept my eyes trained on the shadows, every fiber of my being alert. The forest around us was quiet now, too quiet. My wolf, Rafe, prowled beneath the surface of my skin, restless and ready for a fight. He knew something was coming. Something dark. Lillias stood beside me, her presence steady even though I could feel the pulse of her anxiety. She was trying to stay calm, to maintain control, but her body was still on edge from the shift, from the rogue’s threat, and from the uncertainty of everything we were facing. I could see it in the way she held
Chapter 30: The Weight of LossLillias’s POVThe battlefield was silent now, save for the occasional groan of the injured and the whisper of the wind through the broken trees. The ground was soaked with blood, the once-vibrant greens and browns of the forest now painted in crimson. The air was thick with the metallic tang of death, a scent I would never forget.The rogues were gone—those who hadn’t fallen had fled into the night, but victory brought no relief. My body ached with exhaustion, and my mind felt numb as I surveyed the aftermath. Warriors moved among the dead and wounded, some helping comrades to their feet, others retrieving the fallen.And then there was him.My father.He lay where he had fallen, his strong, proud body now still, lifeless. I knelt beside him, my knees sinking into the blood-soaked ground as my trembling hands reached out to touch his face. It was still warm, though his skin was pale, his features peaceful.“Father,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Chapter 29: The Last Stand Alpha Callum’s POV The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood as I stood on the battlefield, my mind racing, my body burning from the brutal fight. My pack was scattered around me, fighting with every ounce of strength they had left. The rogues were relentless, overwhelming in their numbers, and despite our best efforts, we were losing ground. The chaos of battle swirled around me—shouting warriors, the clash of metal, and the earth beneath me shaking with each strike. My wolves—my pack—had fought valiantly, and I had led them with all my strength. But now, I was failing. My vision blurred, and I staggered, feeling the burn of exhaustion creeping through me. A rogue Alpha’s blade had found its mark, and blood poured from the wound in my side, the world around me spinning. I collapsed to my knees, the ground hard beneath me. My strength was waning, and with it, my grip on reality. I could feel my body growing cold, each breath more labored than th
Chapter 28: The Price of VictoryLillias’ POVThe battlefield had fallen silent, save for the labored breaths of the wounded and the soft whimpers of the survivors. It was a fragile peace, one that had been earned through bloodshed. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the burnt earth and the faint traces of smoke still curling up from the remnants of destroyed homes. Victory had come at a great cost.The rogue Alpha, once so powerful and defiant, lay crumpled at my feet, his body broken and lifeless. His pack was scattered, decimated by the ferocity of our fight. The moment the last of them had fallen, the battlefield shifted into a painful quiet. Wolves on both sides were either dead or wounded, and now, we were left to pick up the pieces.I stood over the rogue Alpha, my claws still extended, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. There was power in me—more than I had ever imagined—but the victory felt empty. My pack, the wolves who had followed me into battle,
Chapter 27: The Tides of Battle Lillias’ POV The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, the cries of battle ringing in my ears as the night seemed to fracture around us. The ground beneath my feet shook with the pounding of paws, the deafening growls of wolves, and the harsh crack of claws against bone. The rogue pack had descended like a storm, surging into our territory, attacking with an intensity I hadn’t anticipated. The sky above was a faint silvery blue, but the moon, high and full, cast its eerie light over the chaos below, reflecting off the blood that pooled in the dirt. I wasn’t yet Alpha. That responsibility still lay with my father, Alpha Callum. But tonight, the weight of that mantle pressed down on me, the gravity of it palpable in every breath I took. The warriors fought valiantly, but I could see the strain in their eyes. They were tired—exhausted from hours of battle—and the rogues just kept coming, relentless in their pursuit. The women, children, an
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Chapter 26: Clash of the Wolves Lillias’ POV The chaos erupted in a heartbeat. The stillness of the forest was shattered by the sound of snapping branches and howls that filled the air like thunder. My heart pounded in my chest as Scarlett surged forward, her powerful instincts pulling me into motion. My muscles screamed as they shifted, but I held steady, the weight of my role as Alpha pressing firmly on my shoulders. We had been waiting for this moment, but nothing could have truly prepared me for the intensity of the battle that had just begun. I could hear the rogues crashing through the woods, their steps quick and frantic, as though they, too, could feel the storm building. The first of them emerged into the clearing, their eyes glowing with predatory hunger. Their disheveled, filthy fur and twisted snarls were a stark contrast to the controlled, deadly presence of our pack. They were a wild, unrelenting force, driven only by the thirst for destruction. Silas was already the
Chapter 25: The Storm Breaks Lillias’ POV The night had grown heavier, the air thick with the scent of rain and impending danger. I stood at the edge of the pack grounds, my eyes scanning the distance. The stillness of the woods seemed unnatural, too quiet, as though the earth itself was waiting for something terrible to unfold. My senses were sharp, heightened by the power of the Alpha aura pulsing inside me. Scarlett, my wolf, paced restlessly within, her growls a low hum of anticipation. She could feel it too—something was coming, something darker than we had ever faced before. “Lillias.” Silas’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was standing behind me, his figure a comforting presence in the midst of the growing storm. His hand, warm and firm, rested on the small of my back as he stepped closer. His scent—wood and earth, comforting and familiar—filled my senses, calming the tension that had coiled in my chest. “The rogues are closing in,” he murmured, his voice laced with ur
Chapter 24: The Gathering StormRogue Leader’s POVThe night deepened around us as we gathered in the clearing, the wolves that followed me encircling the fire. The air was sharp with anticipation, the cold biting at my skin. I could feel the electricity in the atmosphere—the world seemed to hold its breath. This night would mark the beginning of something that could change the balance of power forever. The rogues, my loyal followers, were eager. They had tasted blood before, and now they were hungry for more.I could sense the unease among my warriors, though. Something had shifted in the wind, and even the most ruthless among them felt the weight of it. It was as though the earth itself was warning us. I shook the thought away. Warnings were for the weak.I stood at the center of the group, my eyes scanning each face—some were hardened, their eyes filled with the scars of battles long past. Others were younger, eager for their first taste of real conflict. They had all come to me, de
Chapter 23: The Enemy’s Shadow Rogue Leader’s POV The wind howled through the dense forest, carrying the scent of the pack that lay just beyond the ridge. It had been a while since I’d felt the pull of this land, but today… today, it was different. There was something in the air, a tremor of power that I couldn’t ignore. The moon was full, its light casting long shadows across the jagged landscape. I stood on a rocky outcrop, watching the distant lights of the pack house flicker like a beacon in the night. Below, my warriors were gathered, their eyes full of anticipation. They had followed me across miles of treacherous land, and now we were on the brink of something monumental. It had taken years to gather them, to cultivate this army—rogues, exiles, the desperate, the broken. But they were strong, unified under my leadership, and they would follow me into battle without question. They were loyal, in their own twisted way. But that power… I could feel it now, reverberating in th