I felt a lump in my throat, and my hands tightened around the beer. This was the part of my life that I had kept secret, a part I had been hiding from Hunter and the pack. The real reason I had left.I looked deeply into Hunter's honey-colored eyes, seeing curiosity but also a hint of pain and resentment. I knew I had to be honest with him, but what I would say could change everything between us.
I closed my eyes and let myself be taken back to the past, to a time when everything was simpler, and I was lying next to Hunter, marveling at the intensity of what we had done. It had been my first time, and my mind was teeming with questions that I longed to ask Hunter.
Every fiber of my being screamed to obey, to reveal myself and confront the leader, but caution held me back. I slid silently out of hiding, allowing the light to reveal my presence. I faced Alastair, saying not a word, merely watching him with eyes that held a mixture of determination and fear.
I was in the room, nervous and apprehensive, feeling Alastair's scent getting closer with each passing second. Hunter was downstairs, trying to wake up the other wolves, and the commotion quickly spread throughout the cabin.Caleb emerged from the next room, visibly confused, and asked Hunter the reason for all the shouting.
The next day dawned, and I was eager to resume our morning routine. As werewolves, Hunter and I used to meet near the river every morning. It was our special time when we shared secrets and stories, and I was determined to discuss what had happened the previous night.
The days went by, and I tried my best to focus on the new routine as an omega. However, the longing for Hunter was constant, and I couldn't help but seek him out whenever I had the chance. Yet, it seemed that, like me, Hunter had new obligations, and our encounters were only fleeting.
After the shared moment by the stream, Hunter and I emerged from the water, our bodies still resonating with the intensity of that exchanged moment of love under the full moon. The surrounding forest seemed more alive, as if it had witnessed something extraordinary.
After the devastating conversation with Alastair, my tears threatened to fall, but I refused to let anyone see my weakness. I transformed into a wolf and ran through the forest, leaving behind the oppressive presence of the clearing center. With each step, the pain of Alastair's rejection intertwined with the lost hope of a different fate.I ran among the trees, the breeze caressing my fur as I tried to escape the shadows closing in around me. Finally, I stopped in the middle of the forest,