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The euphoria of finding my mate’s scent still coursed through my veins as I dressed, but patience had never been my strong suit. The luncheon could wait. I needed to find her now, before the formal introductions and political posturing began. Every instinct screamed at me to track down the source of that intoxicating cinnamon and apple scent.“Where are you going?” Gareth asked as I strode purposefully toward the door.“To find answers,” I replied curtly, not slowing my pace.The pack house was larger than I’d initially realized, with multiple wings spreading out from the main structure. I followed my nose, letting Excalibur guide me through corridors that grew progressively shabbier as we moved away from the guest quarters. The polished marble floors gave way to worn stone, and the ornate light fixtures were replaced by bare bulbs.“This way,” Excalibur urged, his excitement palpable. “She’s close.”The scent grew stronger as I descended a service staircase, leading me deeper into wh

“Wake up, girl.” The voice cuts through the fog of sleep, firm but gentle. “Come on now, wake up.”I jolt upright in the trunk, gasping and immediately doubling over with violent coughing. My lungs burn as I struggle to catch my breath, each cough tearing through my chest like fire.“Easy there, breathe slowly,” the voice continues, clearer now. “Focus on my voice, Aurora. In and out, nice and steady.”The shock of hearing someone speak directly into my mind triggers another wave of coughing, but gradually I manage to slow my breathing. Small, desperate gulps of air that slowly become more controlled.“That’s better. You’re doing fine, sweet girl. No need to be frightened.”My body relaxes back into the makeshift bed, confusion washing over me. I’m still exhausted, but there’s a strange calm settling in my chest that wasn’t there before.“Who are you?” I whisper aloud, even though every word she’s spoken has been inside my head.“You already know the answer to that, Aurora. I’ve been

“Settle down! I will never touch a shewolf and you know it! No matter how long we must wait for her” I reminded my wolf, his constant whining of me finding our mate, was getting on my nerves.“You better not, we are getting closer, I can feel it” he replied.“I hope you are right, Excalibur, these dreams we keep having must mean she is near. The moon goddess wouldn’t be cruel enough to dangle such a gift only to take it away”The pressure weighs heavy on my chest. I need to find her soon. My position as Alpha depends on it. The pack elders have made it clear that an unmated Alpha cannot lead indefinitely.The photographs they sent of eligible females made my stomach turn. Plain, weak, desperate. None of them worthy of standing beside an Alpha of my caliber. But I felt like there was Luna there, that I will be attracted to.Sitting back in my seat, I block out Excalibur, and remember last nights dream.I’m in wolf form, running and running but always in the same woods. Woods I’m not fa

The softness of the bed beneath me felt like heaven after months of sleeping on the hard floor of my hiding place. My exhausted body had finally given in to the comfort, and for the first time in weeks, I slept deeply without nightmares.“You worthless piece of trash! How dare you sleep in the guest quarters!” Luna Morgan’s shriek jolted me awake, her face twisted with rage as she raised her hand to strike me.But then we both heard it. Heavy footsteps approaching in the hallway, the distinctive sound of Alpha Magnus’s boots on the marble floor.“Hide! Now!” Luna Morgan hissed, her fury quickly replaced by panic. She shoved me toward the bathroom just as the door opened.“My darling, what a wonderful job you have done preparing the quarters,” Alpha Magnus’s voice boomed as he entered the room. “You must have been cleaning for weeks to get them so pristine. How lucky our pack is to have such a gracious Luna.”I pressed myself against the bathroom wall, hardly daring to breathe as Luna

“You’re nothing! You’re useless! You should have died with your parents!”The cruel words echoed in my mind as I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs. The same nightmare, the same voice, Luna Morgan venomous tone that had haunted my sleep for six years. My body trembled as I lay curled in the old trunk beneath the back staircase, surrounded by moth-eaten tablecloths.This cramped storage space had been my bedroom every night since that terrible day. Somehow, my tormentors never found me here, though I could hear the pack elite searching the halls above. Through the damaged grate, I would crawl past decades of discarded furniture to reach this hiding spot, the only place where I felt marginally safe.But even here, sleep brought no peace. Most nights, I was plagued by memories of the attack that killed my parents, of the pack elders’ accusations against my father, of the flames that consumed our home with me trapped inside. Yet recently, my dreams had shifted. Instead of ni