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SORAYA’S POV
I smiled as I held the bouquet of flowers closer to my heart, my amber eyes moving from the bouquet of flowers to the rooms through the hallway in front of me. “He is here today. I know he doesn't expect the surprise and this is the best idea ever.” I murmured to myself. Remembering the dish I had prepared earlier before heading to the mall, I smiled again. I knew Alpha Dorian wasn't ready for this, for the fourth anniversary as he had been busy with pack work but now that he was here, I would surprise him. Our fourth anniversary! With that in mind, I smiled and turned to the hallway that led to the many rooms, one being our matrimonial room with Alpha Dorian. “Luna?” I heard someone calling and I turned to meet Sofia, her hands trembling as she stared at anything else except me. “What is it?” Sofia had been my personal maid since I became Alpha Dorian's Luna four years ago. She was given to me by Alpha Dorian's father, the former Alpha. Well, I didn't have one as I had been an Omega in Redclad Pack and only became Luna after marrying Dorian. “Can I talk to you?” I furrowed my eye-brows at her words. Couldn't she see me with a bouquet of flowers? Wasn't she there when I was preparing a special meal for my husband? “Not now, Sofia.” Something popped up in my head and I turned to her. “Is the Alpha in?” Okay, don't misunderstand me. Alpha Dorian had been out of the pack for a week now. Earlier this morning, he had called to tell me that he would come today, that he had something to tell me. It's either he did remember that today was our fourth anniversary and that was why he had to leave his work and come, or else there was something important he really wanted to tell me. After preparing everything, I went shopping to buy this bouquet of flowers and an expensive watch that took off all my savings but my savings weren't as important as my husband. Right? Besides, it had been long since we spend time together as a couple. And now, I just came from there, ready to surprise him. “Of course, but…” “If he is in, then that's the perfect time to surprise him, right?” I cut Sofia off, walking forward then turned back to show her my red dress that hugged my curved body well. At the side on the right leg, there was a long slit that moved to the end of the dress, showing off my pale-rose thigh. The dress was short sleeved at the top and it showed part of my cleavage, making anyone droll at my round boobs. I just couldn't wait to see Dorian’s face when he saw me like this. I wore black stilettos that matched my dress and a black purse that had the watch and other women's things in it. “Luna, you should come with me, I really want to tell you…” “Stop it now, I need to go meet Dorian.” I pushed Sofia's hand away from me slightly and walked to the direction of the rooms, specifically, our room. I just didn't understand why Sofia was hesitant about wanting me to follow her. It seemed strange. Sighing, I push those thoughts aside, sure as the sun, that if Dorian was in the mansion, then he must be in our matrimonial room. After all, the packhouse and our mansion were different. And he had no office here except the study room which was a private small room inside our main room. As I walked towards our room, I could hear Sofia calling after me but I didn't turn back. I would talk to her later. After all, she was my only person I was closer to apart from Elara, my best friend. Something happened, making me stop in my tracks. It was Latina I was sure she had just whimpered in my head after going mute for many years. Latina, my wolf, never came out when I was supposed to shift, six years ago, but she was able to communicate with me. ‘Latina?’ I called as I swallowed hard, my heart throbbing in my chest. ‘Latina?’ I called again, but she didn’t answer. What was going on? I could feel something was wrong but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was the problem. Suddenly, a pain shot on my stomach threatening to make me kneel down but hell no! I had to push forward. Besides, this was not the first time I felt like this. Actually, it was the tenth time I was good at calculating. And now, it seemed I had gotten used to it. I once asked Elara about it as I was raised as an Omega, and as an Omega, I didn't know much about this kind of pain. But she just laughed it off, saying it was maybe I was overthinking. Sighing, I staggered to the front of my door and froze. I could hear some voices coming from my bedroom. No. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My mind refused to accept what my ears were hearing. I clenched my fists, fury overriding my pain, and stormed toward the master bedroom. If some maid was foolish enough to be in my bed on my anniversary, they would regret it. I threw the door open. And my world shattered, my eyes widened while my mouth was left agape, thanks to my hands that covered my face or else a fly might have gotten access to my mouth. Dorian and Elara. On our matrimonial bed, their bodies slamming against each other, fresh by flesh and the sound was all over the place. No! Not voices but moans! Could it be the reason for the pain from earlier? Goddess! My adrenaline shot to my face, making me flinch in pain. I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, praying that this was only a dream, but I was wrong. When I opened them again, the sight was still the same. Staring at Elara who was on top of none other than Dorian, she didn't even look at me. I guess they hadn't seen me. But I was wrong, I just opened the door. There was no way they hadn't heard me now. “E-Elara?” I called, my body trembling so was my mouth, my heart broken into pieces that the bouquet of flowers I was holding landed on the floor before I even registered how it happened. “Thank the Goddess, you finally saw it, Soraya,” she said, stretching lazily, as though she had just woken from a peaceful nap. “We were tired of hiding.” “Isn't it, love?” She turned to Dorian and asked. This was the same woman I had trusted, the woman I had loved like a sister, the same woman I had fought with Dorian to accept into our pack. Goddess! “Of course.” I heard the deep and cold voice that had always been my favourite spoke, bringing me back to the world, and my knees buckled about to give up but I couldn't be weak, not now. “D-Dorian, w-what is the meaning of this?”SORAYA’S POVI still couldn’t believe he had actually agreed.Damon had driven me himself to the largest college in the city, and now here I stood, completely mesmerised by the towering glass buildings and the swarm of students laughing, rushing, living like this was the most normal thing in the world. My bag strap dug into my shoulder as I stared. Everything felt too bright, too loud, too real.After everything that had happened since Damon claimed me and forced me to sign that marriage contract — after Dorian and Elara’s betrayal — I had seen a lot. Yet this still felt like a dream I was scared to wake up from. Like any second the illusion would shatter and I’d be back in that cold, empty life where I was nothing.All my life as Alpha Dorian’s wife, I had dreamed of this. I had begged to study like the other she-wolves, hoping — just maybe — he would finally see me as his Luna instead of something to hide. I was tired of being kept in the shadows, treated like I knew nothing about t
NICHOLUS’ POVThe garage smelled of oil, rubber, and old blood. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead like dying insects. I knelt beside the stripped-down bike, fingers black with grease, threading the final bead lock into the tire with slow, precise twists. Metal groaned under my grip. I didn’t look up when boots scraped the concrete behind me.“VP?”“Speak.”My voice came out flat. Ice. I kept working.“The message has been sent successfully, VP.”I stopped. Set the wrench down. The clink echoed. Only then did I rise, turning to face Sarge. He stood rigid, six-three of solid muscle and scars, but his shoulders twitched once when my eyes locked on his. He forced them still. Good. I allowed no weakness in my circle. Fear sharpened a man. Cowardice buried him.Sarge held my stare exactly as trained.I wiped my hands on the rag hanging from my belt. “Details.”“Clean. No witnesses. Target received it at 0300. Our man confirmed from the ridge.”I nodded once. “No feed.”He opened his mouth
DAMON’S POVI wasn’t blind. I could smell trouble simmering long before it boiled over. And I definitely wasn’t stupid enough to miss the storm brewing around Dorian Redclad. Someone had sunk their claws into his pack, and the blood was fresh.I should have hated it. Should have felt robbed. Destroying Dorian was supposed to be my kill—mine alone. Yet a dark part of me savored every headline, every scream echoing from their territory. The bastard deserved worse. Still, the satisfaction tasted bitter. Because it wasn’t my hand that delivered the blow.“Penny for your thoughts, Dam.”I didn’t turn. I knew that voice—light, teasing, edged with steel.Ariela stepped into the room behind me, heels clicking softly on marble. I waited until she was close enough for her perfume—jasmine and something sharper—to curl around me before I faced her.She wore a simple green sundress today, short sleeves, soft fabric skimming her frame. Elegant. Innocent. The perfect picture of a princess. Anyone el
SORAYA’S POV“How could you?!”That was the first thing he said when he yanked open the car door and stepped out, dragging me with him.This was already better than being trapped inside the car.The entire ride he had kept me on his lap—right there in the passenger seat like I belonged to him—while the open town buzzed around us. People stared. Whispers spread. My face burned hotter than the Nairobi sun. But Damon never cared who watched. He lived like the rest of the world didn’t exist.He had leaned in close before we even left Geraldina’s shop, voice rumbling low against my ear. “If you don’t get in willingly, I’ll bend you over the hood and fuck you right here where everyone can see.”I got in.Now we stood in the courtyard of the mansion. He gripped my wrist so tight pain shot up my arm. I yanked back. His fingers only tightened more.“And you made me look like a fool in front of my sister,” he growled.My fists clenched until my knuckles turned white. Fuck him for making me look
SORAYA’S POV“Oh, Mr. Nicholus, welcome to my humble little empire!” Geraldina sprang upright like someone had hit her with a cattle prod, her earlier teasing forgotten the second that velvet-gravel voice cut through the chatter.The shop wasn’t exactly private anyway, half the customers could probably recite our entire conversation but right now every eye in the place was pretending not to stare at the man who had just stepped inside. But I could see their judgement in how their eyes were dancing around him, from head to toe.Black leather jacket, worn soft at the elbows and shoulders, stretched tight across a chest that looked carved from granite. Faded black jeans hugged long legs, heavy motorcycle boots scuffed from real miles, not fashion. Silver rings glinted on nearly every finger, skulls, serpents, a wicked-looking crescent blade. A thin silver chain disappeared beneath the open collar of his black Henley, hinting at more ink hidden underneath. Tattoos crawled up the side of
SORAYA’S POV“A disastrous moment for the Redclad Pack after a sudden and violent assault claimed the lives of ten pack members and left five critically wounded, including the pack's Beta, who is currently receiving emergency treatment....”I nearly choked on the water. It burned down my throat as my gaze jerked to the massive television bolted high on the wall of Geraldina’s ice-cream shop."You like the show?"Goddess, I had forgotten she was even there."What the hell is going on?" I slammed the glass onto the table; water splashed across the polished wood. My eyes stayed glued to the screen as I rounded on her. She had just waved off her last customer and now leaned on the counter, smirking at me like she had won the lottery."They’re finally getting what they deserve for every single thing they did to you." Geraldina scooped another generous spoonful of mint chocolate chip and popped it into her mouth, eyes glittering with malicious glee.I had dragged myself here this morning to
SORAYA’S POV"Enough of turning into a statue."The words sliced through the fog in my head. I swallowed, the saliva thick and reluctant against my parched throat. My head dipped in a stiff nod."Take a seat before you faint." Damon’s voice rolled out low and edged with ice. My fists clenched at my
SORAYA’S POV “What do you mean, shortages of food?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, edged with disbelief. I gripped the phone tighter, the cool metal pressing into my palm as if it could anchor me. Lucas exhaled heavily on the other end, the sound crackling through the speaker. "Ex
SORAYA’S POVThe shrill ringtone sliced through the quiet room like a knife, jolting me awake. My hand shot out instinctively toward the bedside table, fingers fumbling until they closed around the phone. The screen glowed harshly in the dim morning light, and when the caller’s ID flashed across i
SORAYA’S POVHis agreement hung in the air between us, simple and profound, like a key turning in a long-locked door. My heart raced, not just from the surprise of his nod, but from the way his eyes softened, holding mine with an intensity that made my skin tingle. The foyer felt smaller now, the m







