LOGIN“Mate.”
The word shouldn’t have meant anything to me. But my body refused to ignore it. I never had time for fantasies or romance - nothing like a first crush or a first kiss. Girls like me don’t get that. So at this moment, I had no idea what to do. “What’s your name?” His voice dropped, rougher now. I adjusted to my feet when I realized my weight still rested on him. “Aurora.” “Aurora.” He growled, with a dire stroke in his voice. The way he said my name drove me into a sweet trance. It made my wolf pace, awakened and curious. Who is he? I want him, she whined. Me too. “Who was chasing you?” His voice tightened as he peered above my head. His brows clashed together. He was annoyed that someone was after me? This was strange - seeing someone become protective over me. It almost didn’t feel real. “No one.” I lied. Eris would have my head if I uttered a word against the family. Suddenly, my mind brought back the scene I left behind. The blood. The injured man. My escape. “I should go back.” I began to inch away from him. But he didn’t let me go. His big hands remained firm on my shoulders. “Don’t you want to know my name?” His tone carried authority. “S-sorry, I do.” I swallowed. “What’s your name?” I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze again. Something about him demanded absolute submission - and it wasn’t just his towering size. Although he made me feel good, I felt undoubtedly insufficient. “Damon. It seems the moon god—” “Aurora!” I jumped when I heard my name. It was Eris, and oh she sounded furious. Unconsciously, I began to shrink away from him. It was too dark to find an escape. But I would… again. Or it would be weeks in the hole if Eris found me. I whipped my head around for a path but all my eyes caught was darkness. There was no way out. Where exactly was I? Gradually, the salty taste of fear collapsed in my mouth. This was my fault. Why did I stop running? “Come.” Damon pulled me closer to his chest and in a second we edged deeper towards the dark. Branches scraped against my arms as he kept pulling me into corners. My heart and mind raced as I let my life hang in the balance with a stranger leading the way. I could still sense Eris coming after us. Please Goddess… wherever he was taking me, let it be away from them. We kept brushing into corners, till we came into a bright light. I looked back and realized it was a maze we had escaped from. Thank the goddess. I sighed, I held my chest as relief washed over me. The cold air was void of Eris's frosty scent. We were safe. Grateful, and at ease, I perked up at my savior to thank him. But no words came out of my mouth. The smile in my heart died when I gaped at the magnificent, familiar sight before me. His face in the moonlight was breathtaking. It matched the powerful aura I had sensed from him. But those blue eyes, they weren’t the same. In the light, they appeared dark and hidden. My stomach dropped. I knew my stranger. Everyone did. I almost talked myself out of it. Almost. The broad shoulders. The way pack members made space before they saw him. The cold certainty in his eyes that belonged to someone who had never been told no. No… it couldn’t be him. Under the moon, right at the entrance of the festival, the alpha of the Silvercrest pack stood beside me. He studied the beaming crowd while my eyes grew wider by the second. Mate. The word anchored in my brain again. Only this time it drove a hot knife through my skull. No. No mate. I mourned. I yanked my arm away, but he wouldn’t let me go. His grip on my arm was too tight. I was ready for anyone - but not an alpha. And of all alphas, not him. My breathing quickened, panic washing through me like ice. If he found out who I was or what I was, it was over. My escape would be impossible. I twisted my neck to the maze. Hoping Eris would appear and take me away. My nightmares were better than who this man was. Alpha Damon. The pack made space not out of courtesy, but out of something older than manners. Once I’d heard of an enforcer who fainted when his name was mentioned during a punishment. Not from fear of the alpha. From relief that it wasn’t him doing the punishing. He could never be mine. The moon goddess could never be that cruel. Then again, when had the goddess ever favored me? Silent tears clouded my eyes, as my knees quivered. From the crowd, two elderly-looking men came forward to meet us. “Alpha, we have been looking for you.” “The ceremony is about to begin.” They both bowed as they spoke, avoiding his direct gaze in any way. I did the same, gluing my eyes to my dirty sandals. I felt his cold gaze watch me closely. “You said the moon goddess would direct my path and help me sense the one she has chosen for me.” “I found her.” He spun me to their center. My feet staggered, before they froze. I couldn't believe my ears. Why was the moon goddess speaking about me? This was supposed to be a good thing - but not for someone like me. Tears streamed down my chin. If it was the will of any divine for the Alpha to be my mate, then it was the greatest punishment the universe could ever offer. “Yes, alpha. We’re glad you finally found your ma —” “Get it done. And remember why I’m here.” He scolded. One of the elders, who sounded a bit skittish, nodded. “Wh-when we got the letter that you are chosen to battle among other alphas for the throne of the alpha king, we were not surprised but expectant.” “Your dominance on the battlefield has reached the ear of every pack.” The other one added. “They know of your glory and your recent victory. If not for your objection against choosing a mate yourself, there’s a long line of houses who would be honored to —” “You both talk too much.” Damon griped. “Just get this over with.” In all this, my head remained down. All I could think about was a way out. I could lie about who I was. How would they know? And once the night was over I would run. Nothing would stop me this time. “Look here child,” one of the elders called to me, “what house are you from?” “House of…erm…” My tongue felt heavy and dry. I couldn’t do it. “She’s a slave.” Eris's voice tore through the air. I shut my eyes tightly, and miserable relief pooled into my veins. My fingers clutching my dress, I wanted to disappear. “Alpha, I apologize.” Sam’s voice entered. “We couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with the elders. I’m sorry alpha, but this one cannot be your mate—“ “You don’t decide what I take.” Though Damon’s voice was calm, it thundered to an extent and caught the attention of the rest of the pack. “We apologize, Alpha, and don’t mean to speak out of place.” Eris bowed, as did her husband. “But the one you’ve chosen is not worthy. She’s a slave with no name and has no rights even as an omega. We care for her but she repays us with theft and disgrace. My other children can testify to this. Alpha, she’s an exile. It would be a curse and an abomination for her to be our Luna.” Something in me went very still. The way a room feels after someone slams the door and the echo finally dies. It made me feel numb and cold all over. The pack members began to gather. Their curses rose into a restless murmur. Never will a slave omega be their Luna. I did not want to be anyone’s Luna. I just wanted to leave. “Alpha y-you can’t.” An elder pleaded. “The moon goddess is never mistaken.” “Enough,” the Alpha growled. “Never will I bed a pathetic, little omega, or make her my Queen.” His eyes glowed blood red when he turned to me, fangs bared. “I reject you.” His voice was cold. Absolute. “You are nothing to me. You will be imprisoned for your crimes.” His words didn’t hurt the way I expected. They didn’t burn. They just… removed something. Like a hand reaching into my chest and pulling out whatever had just started to grow there. My knees went first. Then the noise. The crowd’s murmur became distant, underwater. I heard myself say “I accept your rejection” and I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was too quiet. Too small. He was already walking away before the words finished leaving my mouth. I don’t know why… but that was the part that broke me. Not the crowd. Not Eris. Not the enforcers closing in. Just the view of his back walking away, not caring to hear me finish. Instantly the footsteps of the enforcers surrounded me. I squirmed in the dirt as they came closer. Tears soaking my dress, I reached for my wolf, seeking comfort. I found nothing but silence. And just like that— I had nothing left.I stayed in my room from the moment we returned to the pack. Skylar came to check on me, but I didn’t want to see anyone.The night was a disaster, filled with restless sleep and wrenching nightmares.By the time dawn crept through the curtains, I was already awake.When his footsteps came down the corridor, I knew them before he knocked. I’d always known them.Three raps. Firm.I opened the door without a second thought.He looked as intimidating as ever, filling the doorway with his imposing presence. Yet, when he stepped inside, something about him seemed different.His eyes looked tired. And when they settled on me, I caught a glimpse of something else beneath the usual coldness.Something I couldn’t quite name.I didn’t dare hold his gaze long enough to find out.He didn’t sit. Instead, he took a place near the window, arms crossed, the morning light cutting across his jaw. His icy blue eyes studied me.“Tell me what happened.”My fingers tightened around my dress.“I don’t know.
Damon The battle was over. He stood in the main courtyard, breathing through the aftermath as reports came in: casualties, perimeter status, missing fighters. His wolf was already quieting, the red-edged fury of battle receding beneath the surface where it lived His eyes searched for Aurora.The habit was automatic now. She wasn’t in the courtyard. He checked the archway, the lower grounds beyond it, and the faces moving through his pack.. Then he saw Skylar. She was looking back at him with an expression he had never seen on her before. His wolf, which had just settled, came fully alert in the space of a breath. “Where is she?” Skylar opened her mouth. Ralph appeared at her shoulder before she could speak, his usual composure strained by something he was trying not to show. “She’s been taken.” Damon moved before his beta’s words finished landing. “Ralph. Fen. Cole. With me.” “Damon—” Ralph fell into step behind him. “We should wait for a full unit. If Or
Three days. That was how long Slade had stayed in Silvercrest. He had never left the chamber he was given without permission. Even now, when he requested to stretch his legs, a guard followed him through the guest wing. From my room, I could hear them. The mansion walls carried sound strangely. Footsteps. Low voices. Doors opening and closing. I had been tracking Slade from afar for three days, the way I tracked everything – with senses that never learned to ignore what they noticed. I was waiting for something to feel familiar. Anything. But he was still a stranger. And yet, I wanted to know more. If he was my mate, well… Maybe I was supposed to feel something. There was no hum when he came near. No strange warmth beneath my skin. No pull that made the space between us feel smaller than it was. Nothing like the way I felt when you-know-who was close. Maybe that was the goddess’s bind. Maybe it wasn’t. I didn’t know. “I know you can hear me.” I gasped an
I lay in the dark, tracking the ceiling, and listened to the pack settle into its nighttime rhythms. My thoughts were about a man who had said my name like it belonged to a point in time I couldn’t reach. Aurora. The way Slade had said it. The relief in it. The years. I turned onto my side and looked at the window. The moon was high and full and doing the thing it did now – since the ceremony, since the bond locked – where it felt less like something distant and more like something aware. Watching. The way the goddess watched, apparently, when she had an interest in the outcome. I pressed my hand flat against the cloth against my ribs. My name. My past. Whoever I was before they made me nothing. What if someone was handing that back to me? What if the locked room had a key and Slade was holding it? What if he was telling the truth? My heart raced. What if he wasn’t? I sat up. My room felt too small for the questions in it. Shuffling my feet on the carpet, I f
This must be another nightmare.I thought I had misheard him.The silence around each second expanded, and nobody moved to fill it.Skylar had gone very still against the wall.Several guards had glanced toward Damon with the instinct of people checking whether the thing they were witnessing was about to require them to do something.Slade continued before anyone could interrupt.Somehow, I found it hard to breathe.He offered details. Small, specific. A river with a particular bend. A village set into the hillside. A field of yellow flowers that apparently appeared every spring on the slope above the houses.None of that awakened my memory. I simply stared, frozen.He went on.A colour I had supposedly loved as a child.A scar near my left shoulder that he described vividly.A nickname. Two words. Soft. The kind of name someone gives a child they are fond of.I pressed my fingers together at my sides and tried to feel something.Recognition. A surface memory. Anything at all.Nothing
The morning felt steady for the first time in weeks. Birds chirping, wind howling softly against a sunny day. If I were a day old, I’d say this was a lovely day. But I wasn’t and every day I remained in Silvercrest was a day of survival and far from lovely.Reports and supply disputes and patrol schedules had Skylar across the table from me. A cup of tonic in her hand and a clipboard in the other. She delivered on the pack bureaucracy that made the endless paperwork almost bearable.“This enforcer,” she said, holding up a report without looking at me, “has filed a complaint about the eastern rotation for the fourth consecutive week.”“Is he wrong?”“He’s completely right. That’s what’s annoying about it.” She set it down. “Write the adjustment.”I wrote the adjustment.The morning continued just like this. And honestly, it was my favorite part of the day. Spending time with Skylar and being useful.I threw myself into it with the focused energy of someone using work to avoid thinki
I was seven years old the night the world ended. I remember the scaling, the scream, and the panic. I remember not wanting to die then wishing I could. I remember it the way your body remembers pain before your mind catches up. Before you have the language for it. Fire. And the smell of pine tur
War never began on the battlefield. It began on paper. Numbers. Rations. Supplies. Lives were reduced to ink and decisions that had to be made before a single drop of blood was spilled. Damon dragged a hand through his face, eyes scanning the reports spread across his desk. Most of this should
“Hey. Wake up.” Claws screeched against iron. The sound tore through the dungeon. Prisoners scrambled awake. An enforcer was here, it was morning. I wasn’t asleep, but it was hard to notice the difference in the cage. This was how it always was: constant dim lights and the gothic stench of
“Why exactly are you still alive?” Eris spat. The slap came so hard, it knocked me to the ground. Pain exploded across my cheek, as blood filled my mouth instantly. I spat it out and made sure not to shed a tear. Crying only made it worse. Eris, my foster mother, narrowed her eyes at me. “







