Chapter 13

Amelia's POV

The moon hung high in the night sky, over the Silvermoon Pack's sanctuary. As I stood on the porch of where I was, a gentle breeze caressed my skin, carrying with it a mix of scents—pine, earth, and the faint trace of distant rain. The serenity of the night belied the tumultuous storm brewing within me.

My thoughts were consumed by the alpha king—his magnetic presence, his dangerous allure. Despite the darkness that surrounded him, I couldn't deny the raw desire that coursed through my veins whenever his memory resurfaced. The memory of our encounter, the intoxicating blend of passion and danger, lingered in the recesses of my mind, tempting me with its forbidden fruit.

But with desire came fear. The alpha king wanted me for his own twisted agenda, his thirst for power threatening to consume everything in his path. I had witnessed the cruelty of his reign, the pain and suffering inflicted upon his subjects. My heart knew the alpha king was a danger I could not afford to