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The day of the annual mating ball arrived with the sun barely peeking through the sky. I had been awake since dawn. No….earlier than dawn. This celebration was important. Everyone knew it. But today, it wasn’t just a tradition. It was my responsibility. The first major ceremony I would organize as Luna of the Red Moon pack. The omegas moved around me in a rush, carrying fabrics, candles, flowers, and trays of food. They spoke softly, careful not to overwhelm me, explaining every detail as we went. “This table is for unmated wolves,” one said. “These lanterns will be lit once the moon rises,” another added. I nodded, listening, learning, absorbing everything. My feet ached. My back protested. But I refused to sit. I wanted this to be perfect. I had made one request that morning, one that earned me several surprised looks. Lilies. White lilies. Among wolves, roses were common. Strong, bold. Red like blood and passion. Lilies were considered delicate, odd , and too soft. Bu

I had never been to the dungeon before. No….that was a lie. I had heard of it. The stories were enough to keep any sane wolf away. The stairs spiraled downward, each step colder than the last. The air grew thick with damp stone, iron, old blood, fear. Torches burned low along the walls, their flames hissing as if even fire hated this place. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, my heart hammering. Damon thought I was resting. For once, I was grateful he trusted me enough not to question it. The guards stationed at the dungeon entrance were nothing like the ones at the pack house. Their eyes were sharper. Their stances rigid. These were men who had seen monsters up close and become harder because of it. They straightened when they saw me. “Luna,” one said cautiously. “You shouldn’t be here.” “I know,” I replied softly. “But I need to see someone.” Suspicion flickered across their faces. “Marcela,” I added. That did it. Their jaws tightened. One of them shook his head. “S

Morning training always had a sharpness to it. the smell of dirt, sweat, steel, and wolf. The sun had barely risen, yet the training ground already thrummed with life.Damon stood at the center of it all.Shirtless, muscles taut and scarred, he moved like a storm among the warriors. Every strike he landed was precise, controlled, devastating. One by one, men twice my size hit the ground, gasping for breath, dust clinging to their skin.And yet….his eyes kept drifting to me.I felt it even when I wasn’t looking.I trained with the omegas on the far side of the grounds. Usually, they were firm but fair. Today? They were overly cautious, as if I were made of glass.“Careful, Luna,” one murmured when I stumbled during a dodge.“Slow down,” another urged, hands hovering but never touching.I clenched my jaw.Damon had warned them.“Not even a bruise should appear on her skin.”It irritated me more than I wanted to admit.“I can handle it,” I said, adjusting my stance. “I’m not broken.”The

Steam curls lazily toward the ceiling, carrying the soft scent of lavender and crushed herbs. The bath chamber is warm, almost too warm and for a moment I simply sit in the tub, letting the heat seep into my bones.Aria kneels beside me, sleeves rolled up, dark hair tied back neatly. She pours warm water over my shoulders, her movements practiced and gentle, like she’s done this a hundred times before.“Lean forward a little,” she says softly.I do, and she begins to scrub my back with a cloth, careful but thorough.I sigh without meaning to. “This still feels unreal.”Aria smiles. “The bath or the soft life?”“Both,” I admit.She laughs quietly and moves to my hair, working scented soap into my scalp. Her fingers are firm, soothing.“You know,” I say after a moment, “back at my aunt’s place, there was no tub. Just a deep well behind the house.”Aria pauses. “A well?”I nod. “Far back. Hidden behind old trees. I used to fetch water every morning and evening. Even in winter.”Her eyes

Morning comes quietly, as if the night before never happened. Sunlight filters through the tall windows of Damon’s chambers, painting soft gold across the stone walls. I sit at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a thick robe, my hands resting protectively over my stomach. My body feels heavy, not with sleepiness, but with the lingering echo of fear. Damon stands near the window, already dressed, his posture rigid. He hasn’t stopped moving since dawn, pacing, watching, listening. The Alpha who tore through the forest like a beast last night now wears control like armor again. But I can feel the tension through the bond. It hums beneath his skin. “I want every camera along the eastern and northern borders forest checked,” Damon says sharply. Antonio stands before him, head bowed, fists clenched at his sides. “Yes, Alpha.” “Focus on anything unusual,” Damon adds. “Anyone masked. Anyone who doesn’t belong.” Antonio nods again. “I’ll start immediately.” When he leaves, the heavy doo

Being Luna is nothing like I imagined. It isn’t sitting on a throne or wearing fine dresses all day. It is walking through the pack with people watching you from the corners of their eyes, weighing your words, measuring your heart. It is listening more than speaking, smiling even when your legs ache, and pretending you don’t hear the whispers that still follow you sometimes. But I do it every day. I attend to disputes. I check on the injured. I sit with grieving families. I learn names, stories, fears. Slowly, the pack begins to soften around me, the way frozen ground thaws when spring comes quietly instead of all at once. The only problem is Damon. He has become unbearable. Not cruel. Not distant. Overprotective. He shadows me like a storm cloud, always near, always watching. If I visit the healers, he waits outside. If I walk through the square, warriors trail behind me. If I so much as pause too long near the forest line, his voice slips into my head, sharp and commanding.

Marilyn’s POV My head throbbed before my eyes even opened. The first thing I felt was warmth, soft sheets beneath me, a familiar scent wrapping around my senses like a cocoon. Pine. Smoke. Liam. I blinked. The ceiling above me was carved wood, dark and solid. Liam’s chamber. Memory rushed back all at once of the rogue, the blood, the scream. I sucked in a sharp breath and tried to sit up. “Easy,” a voice said immediately. It was Helena. She was beside the bed in an instant, one hand steadying my shoulder, the other lifting a glass of water to my lips. “You fainted. Don’t rush.” I swallowed hard and nodded, accepting the water with shaking hands. The coolness grounded me. Only then did I notice the others. Rowan stood near the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. The pack doctor, an older man with silver hair and kind eyes was packing herbs back into a leather satchel. And Liam… Liam stood near the foot of the bed, his back half-turned to me. He was speaking to the doctor in

Marilyn’s POV The next day came too quickly. Sunlight spilled through the tall windows of the pack house, painting the stone hallways in gold. I walked beside Liam, my steps slow, my thoughts louder than my footsteps. Everything felt different now, heavier, clearer, and more real. People bowed as we passed. Some smiled. Some stared. I tried not to flinch. Just as we turned down the east hallway, a sharp voice cut through the quiet. “Luna!” I stopped and So did Liam. I turned to see Selene standing near one of the pillars, dressed in pale blue, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She looked calm on the surface, but her eyes were anything but calm. There was something tight in her expression, something forced. Liam’s body went rigid beside me. “Selene,” he said coolly. She inclined her head toward him before turning her gaze back to me. “May I speak with you? Alone.” My first instinct was to say no. Liam felt it immediately. His hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding

Marilyn’s POV Caroline and I were walking along the inner path of the pack house, the afternoon calm and bright, when the first shout shattered the peace. It wasn’t just noise,it was fury. I stopped short as angry voices rose ahead of us, sharp and loud, carrying across the stone walls. The air felt different instantly, charged and heavy. “What’s going on now?” Caroline asked, already leaning forward with interest. Before I could answer, a group came into view. Rowan was at the front. He was dragging a wolf by the collar, fists flying as he struck him again and again. Blood streaked the man’s face, but Rowan didn’t slow. Behind them, guards hauled another wolf forward, forcing him along as he struggled weakly. They were headed straight toward Liam’s office. Pack members followed, some shouting, some throwing stones. Others chanted low, angry words I didn’t recognize but felt in my bones. The sound was raw, old rage, communal and unforgiving. My stomach twisted. Caroline’s e

Marilyn’s POV The corset pulled tight around my waist, stealing my breath just a little. “Hold still,” the omega murmured, fingers quick and practiced as she tightened the final strap of the long beige dress. The fabric was soft, elegant, nothing like what I wore in the city. It flowed down to my ankles, hugging my body in a way that felt both unfamiliar and… exposing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. Aunt Agnes had left early that morning. Her words still echoed in my head. “If you can’t cope, Marilyn, come back to the city. Don’t lose yourself trying to fit into a world that won’t bend. And don’t try to run from it either.” I swallowed, my chest tight. “Done,” the omega said quietly, stepping back. Before I could thank her, a low chuckle sounded from the doorway. My heart jumped. I turned. Liam leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes dark and intent. Judging by the way his gaze lingered, he had been standing there longer than I

Liam’s POV Morning light filtered into the council chamber, but it did nothing to soften the atmosphere. The elders were already seated when I arrived, their expressions carved from stone. This wasn’t a discussion. It was a judgment. Elder Jonah spoke first. “Alpha Liam, we will not waste time.” I remained standing. “Then don’t.” A flicker of irritation crossed his face. “Your actions have caused unrest. The girl’s return has reignited rumors, divided loyalties, and delayed matters that should already be settled.” “Marilyn is recovering from trauma,” I said evenly. “If that troubles you, then perhaps your priorities are misplaced.” Elder Maura leaned forward. “You forget yourself.” “No,” I replied. “I remember exactly who I am.” Silence stretched tight. Finally, Jonah exhaled. “You will make a public decision in three days.” My jaw tightened. “What kind of decision?” “You will reject Marilyn,” he said plainly. “Publicly. Clearly. In a way that leaves no doubt.” My wolf s

Liam’s POV The elders summoned me before sunset. I knew they would. The moment Marilyn had been brought into the pack house injured, exhausted, and alive,the balance shifted. Nothing ever stayed quiet in a pack for long, especially when the word “mate” hovered unspoken in every corridor. I entered the council chamber alone. Stone walls rose high around the circular room, torches flickering softly as the elders sat in their carved seats. Their eyes followed me as I stepped forward, assessing, judging, weighing every breath I took. “Alpha Liam,” Elder Jonah began, folding his hands over his staff. “We hear the girl has returned.” I didn’t correct him. “Yes,” I said simply. “She is here.” A murmur rippled through the room. “Against our advice,” another elder added sharply. “You were instructed to let her go.” “I did,” I replied calmly. “She was taken by rogues. I retrieved her.” Silence fell. “That was… unfortunate,” Elder Maura said slowly. “But it does not change our plan

The fracture did not announce itself with raised voices or slammed doors.It arrived quietly.Gabrielle stood alone in the west study, the lights dimmed low, the city bleeding into the windows beyond the glass. The mansion slept, but he did not. Sleep had become a stranger since the accident, since Cordelia’s call, since the realization that every hand reaching toward him carried an agenda.On the desk before him lay a single object.A Thorn insignia ring.Cordelia’s.Antonio had delivered it less than an hour ago, without explanation. That alone spoke volumes.Gabrielle picked it up, turning it slowly between his fingers. The metal was cool, heavier than it looked. A symbol of lineage. Authority. Control.A reminder.His phone buzzed softly.He already knew who it was. He answered without greeting.“You found my messenger,” Cordelia said.Her voice was steady, unbothered, as if she were discussing the weather rather than the exposure of a planted operative.“You planted him in my hou

The mansion had never felt so small.Gabrielle stood in the surveillance room beneath the west wing, arms folded behind his back, eyes fixed on the wall of screens. The house looked peaceful from every angle,hallways gleaming, chandeliers glowing softly, guards pacing in their assigned routes. Order. Control.Illusion.The accident was days behind them now, but its echo lingered like a bruise that refused to fade. The screech of tires. The shattered glass. The way Alexa’s name had ripped from antonio’s throat when he thought just for a second that he’d lost her.Cordelia’s voice still rang in his head.“Protect her at all costs.”He intended to.That was why the house had become a cage. No one entered without clearance. No one left without explanation. Staff schedules had been quietly rearranged. Guards reassigned. Phones monitored. Conversations logged.And still,someone had tried to kill them.“ master Gabrielle.”Antonio’s voice came from behind him. Calm. Controlled. But there was

The car should have exploded.That was the first thought that crossed Gabrielle Casanova’s mind as he stood beside the mangled vehicle, surrounded by flashing emergency lights and the muted chaos of men pretending this was just another accident.The front end of the black sedan was crushed inward, metal folded like paper, the windshield webbed with cracks. The smell of burnt rubber and overheated engine oil clung to the air. If the collision had occurred a second later,if the brakes had failed completely,there would have been no survivors.Alexa would be dead. Antonio would be dead.And the Thorn would have lost more than it could afford.Gabrielle’s face was carved from stone as private investigators finished their work. Alexa sat on the curb, wrapped in a shawl,a faint bruise already forming along her temple. Gabrielle had forced them out to the scene of the accident, hoping to find some answers. Antonio stood nearby, jaw clenched, arm vibrating through his tight sleeve, refusing t

The morning carried a strange quiet.Antonio noticed it first as he drove out of the gates of Gabrielle’s mansion , the wrought iron closing behind them with its usual mechanical precision. Alexa sat beside him, her sunglasses perched on her nose, one hand absently resting against the door. Neither spoke much. The silence between them wasn’t awkward,it was weighted.“You sure you don’t want extra guards?” Antonio asked, eyes flicking briefly to the rearview mirror.Alexa shook her head. “We’re just going to the mall. Public place. Cameras everywhere.”Antonio didn’t argue, but the tension in his jaw remained. Ever since the oath,ever since Cordelia had bound Alexa more tightly to the Thorn,the world felt sharper, more brittle. Like glass under pressure.Traffic flowed easily. The city moved like it always did: indifferent, busy, alive. Nothing about the morning suggested danger. That was what unsettled Antonio the most.They reached the mall just before noon.Inside, the air smelled o

Antonio closed the door to the small sitting room with deliberate care, ensuring the latch made no sound. Olivia stood near the window, arms crossed tightly, watching the early morning light filter across the manicured lawn.Neither spoke at first.They didn’t need to.“You saw it too,” Olivia finally said, her voice low.Antonio nodded once. “I did.”“The way he looked at her,” she continued. “Not like a wife. Not even like a partner.”Antonio leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly. “Like a ruler looking at his equal.”Olivia turned sharply. “That’s exactly it. And it scares me.”Antonio’s jaw tightened. “It should.”They both fell silent again, replaying the drama before in their minds,the raised voices behind closed doors, the sharp edge in Gabrielle’s tone when the oath was mentioned, the way Alexa didn’t back down. And then, later, the silence. Not the angry kind. The heavy, settled kind.“The house feels different this morning,” Olivia said quietly.Antonio’s gaze flicked towa

Gabrielle stepped inside. The air shifted instantly. The warmth evaporated.His presence filled the room with a thick, unspoken tension. He didn’t speak. He didn’t greet anyone. He didn’t even glance at the spread of food on the table. He simply stood there, dressed in crisp black, his hair slightly tousled as if he’d run a hand through it too many times that morning.Alexa’s teacup paused halfway to her lips.Ava stiffened. Olivia straightened.Antonio, who had just walked in through the side entry with the morning reports, froze mid-step, eyes darting between Gabrielle and Alexa.The silence was heavy, brittle.Gabrielle’s gaze finally lifted slowly, deliberately and settled on Alexa. His eyes were unreadable, but his jaw was tight, and the muscle beneath his cheek twitched in a way that told everyone in the room that something was very, very wrong.Ava cleared her throat gently.“Good morning, sir. Breakfast will…”“Not now,” Gabrielle said quietly.Ava’s words died immediately.Ol

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