All Chapters of The HIDDENS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Settling In as LunaPriscilla's PerspectiveThe first rays of dawn streamed through the window, casting a golden glow over the room. Jake’s arms tightened around me as I stirred, his warmth a comforting cocoon. I turned my head slightly to find him already awake, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.“Good morning, Luna,” he murmured, his voice husky from sleep.A smile tugged at my lips. “Good morning, Alpha.”Jake chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”I reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with my fingers. “Hearing what?”“Luna,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.For a moment, everything else faded—the worries, the responsibilities, the weight of my new title. All that mattered was the feel of his lips on mine, the steady beat of his h

The room was thick with tension, the kind that clung to your skin like humidity in a summer storm. Jake’s family council members were seated around the long oak table in the pack’s meeting hall. Their eyes, cold and calculating, bore into me with an intensity that made my stomach churn. I stood by Jake’s side, my hand clasped tightly in his. The warmth of his grip was my only comfort in this sea of judgment. Despite his silent reassurance, the knot in my chest tightened with every passing moment. “This,” began Elder Marston, his voice sharp and cutting, “is unacceptable.” The murmurs of agreement from the others rippled through the room like a tide. “You’ve crossed a line, Jake,” added Elder Helena, her eyes narrowing at me as though I were some sort of wild animal she’d found in her home. “Marrying her wasn’t just impulsive—it was reckless.” I swallowed hard, my voice lodged somewhere in my throat. “She’s my mate,” Jake said, his voice calm but firm. “The Moon Goddess cho

The morning air was heavy, oppressive even, as Fatima and I set out again to continue our search for answers. The packhouse halls seemed to buzz with whispers, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that every set of eyes I passed was filled with judgment. The rumors were spreading. Fast. It wasn’t just the council now—others in the pack were beginning to murmur about their “Luna, the witch.” It felt like every tentative bridge I’d tried to build with the pack since arriving was now crumbling beneath me. I shook my head, willing the thoughts away. There was no time for self-pity. Not when we were still no closer to finding out who framed me for Gregory’s death. Fatima noticed my silence as we slipped into the empty library, her sharp eyes catching the tension in my jaw. “You okay?” she asked, closing the door behind us. “No,” I admitted. “I feel like everything’s falling apart. The pack hates me, Jake doesn’t trust me, and we’re running in circles trying to figure this out.” Fat

The walk back to the packhouse was filled with the comfortable silence that only Jake and I could share. His arm was draped lazily around my shoulders, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. The warmth of his touch grounded me, and the lingering glow from our moonlit date was enough to make me forget the weight of everything hanging over us. But the peace shattered the moment we stepped through the doors. The packhouse was in chaos. Voices were raised, and the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. My heart dropped into my stomach. Something was wrong. “What’s going on?” Jake demanded, his alpha authority slicing through the noise. The crowd parted almost instinctively, and that’s when I saw her—Fatima, my best friend, sitting on one of the couches in the common area with a cold pack pressed to the back of her head. “Fatima!” I rushed forward, my legs moving faster than my brain could process. “What happened?” She looked up at me, her face pale but her usual

The night air was cold as we approached the abandoned warehouse on the edge of pack territory. The place reeked of desperation. It had been used for shady dealings and covert meetings in the past. The kind of place where people thought they could get away with their dirty work. Tonight, it was the place we would catch a killer.Jake moved in front, the Alpha aura surrounding him like an unbreakable wall. His eyes scanned the shadows, every step measured and deliberate. I walked close behind him, my mind racing with everything we had uncovered. Gregory’s death was just the tip of the iceberg. As we pieced the puzzle together, we discovered more. Dominic Vail, one of the most respected and influential members of the council, had been the mastermind behind the hit. He’d orchestrated everything—the ambush on Gregory, the false accusations, the lies. And now, after days of tracking, we finally had him cornered.“I’m not letting him get away,” Jake muttered under his breath. His eyes narro