Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate

Nyra's POVThe moon was full tonight, and it was casting an ethereal glow over the clearing where generations of our pack had celebrated the Blood Moon Festival. Tonight, the air thrummed with magic and possibility.Everyone was gathered, chit-chatting while the music kept playing. Aroma of sweet food filled the air, but the nerves flaring in my stomach didn’t give it a chance.I stood at the center of it all, smoothing down my dress that I'd spent weeks selecting. My dark was all down and adorned with the traditional silver leaves that marked me as a potential Luna. I was also wearing the silver necklace with a pendant that Draven gave me on my eighteenth birthday when we first acknowledged our bond."By the Goddess, stop fidgeting," Selene chided. She's been my best friend since childhood, almost like a sister. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth as she adjusted one of my silver leaves. "You're going to wear a hole in that beautiful dress.""I can't help it," I whispered, watching t

Nyra’s POVThe moment we got back home, I secured the lock, I dashed to my bedroom with Auren right behind me. My hands were shaking so hard as I stuffed the suitcase with clothes. It was like an automatic action because my heart was beating fast from the attack earlier.The apartment quietness that I usually loved felt choking today, making it hard for me to breathe.Auren sat on the couch near the bed, his face was pale and confused danced in his eyes. He held on tightly to his favorite toy, an old action figure he had owned since he was a toddler. He never slept without it.“Mom,” he said in a soft tone, breaking the heavy silence. “What happened back there?”I zipped the suitcase with a sharp tug, trying to steady my voice. “Nothing you need to worry about, baby.”He frowned. “But I didn’t mean to do that. The wolves were coming, and I was scared… then it just happened.”I walked to where he was sitting and knelt in front of him, cupping his face in my hands. His hazel eyes that a

Nyra’s POVIt’s been a while since I drove this fast. It’s been years since I passed through this only route that connects the human world and the werewolf world. The road panned out endlessly before me and the darkness was too dark if that was possible. The headlights lit up the road ahead and the trees blurred as I sped down the winding highway.Auren sat in the passenger seat, his small face pinched with worry. His hands clutched the toy wolf I had given him when he was a baby.“Mom?” His voice broke the silence. “Are we going to be fine?” He asked in a soft voice that caused my heart to squeeze.I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Of course, sweetheart. I won’t let anything happen to you.”The words were firm, but inside, fear gnawed at me. The rogues’ attack back in the city had shattered the life I’d built. We had no choice but to run. And now I was doing the one thing I swore I’d never do—returning to Crescent Moon.The betrayal was a wound that still bled in my memories. Dr

Nyra’s POVThe Alpha estate appeared around me like a large room, every covered surface and polished stone, a record of power and legacy. I stood stiffly in the grand hall, my arms crossed over my chest tightly, my spine was as straight as a tempered steel. The massive house crackles and spits, throwing still shadows over an ancient complex depicting wolf hunts and mass victories, but the warmth does not penetrate the ice precisely in my veins.Across from me, Draven stepped like a caged predator. His heavy boots hit the stone floor in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. The firelight catches in his dark hair, highlighting the silver strands at his temples that were not there seven years ago. His jaw works below his skin. The muscles there are filled with tension.The past hour has unfolded in chaos, warriors rushing to fortify the borders, elders gathering quietly, urgent circles, pack members preparing for potential discharge. Auren was moving upstairs under Gareth's watchful eye, a

Nyra’s POVThe night was full of silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the sharp and waiting kind, the kind that presses against your skin and encircles tight in your lungs. Every branch that cracks below our boots sounds like a warning. Every blow of wind feels like it is trying to carry a message we can not quite decode.We move like shadows through the western pass, the trees waving around us like a guard. The storm is holding off for now, the clouds rolling low and angry above our heads, but I can smell the rain in the air. It is coming, and when it does, it will either cover our route or make everything worse.Draven runs just ahead of me, with his body tense and his senses sharp. Behind us, our strike team of six follows in silence, wolves and warriors I barely know, but move with the efficiency of soldiers used to being more than they were in numbers. I am grateful for the quiet. Every moment wasted on chatter is one we do not have to spare.I kept scanning the ground, sniffing t