LOGINZora’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe her husband had just used an Alpha command on her, despite everything they had been through. Her tears wet the ground for her to walk as she followed her mother-in-law to the pack house.
The memory of happy moments they had shared flooded her mind.
Ten years ago, Zora was found lifeless by Alpha Dane and his mother, Glenda, as they were returning from nightfall Pack. Dane was only nineteen at the time, they were coming from the Nightfall Pack as they went to express their gratitudes to Alpha who helped them to win a war.
They brought the unconscious girl home and nursed her back to health. The only thing she could remember was her name. It seemed her memory had been lost. Since then, Zora has lived with them, gradually becoming a part of their world.
She began assisting Dane with Alpha duties, and over time, they fell in love and they got married after 7 years of being with them.
When a smallpox outbreak swept through Silverpack, threatening the lives of many, it was Zora’s hidden knowledge of medicine that saved them. Her bravery and intelligence turned her into the pride of the pack despite being wolfless.
To Dane, she was everything: a healer, a leader, and the perfect woman. Marrying her wasn’t just a decision of the heart; it was destiny.
After their wedding, he would often boast wherever he went, he had the perfect Luna, his moonlight.
On the day of their second wedding anniversary, Luna Zora couldn’t believe her husband had fallen for the bond’s pull. She waited, her heart ached, she never thought something like this would happen to her and Dane wouldn't be there for her.
A knock jolted her from her thoughts.
Lavinda’s scent reached her before the door even opened. Her mother-in-law.
Glenda’s expression tightened as she stepped inside and saw Zora’s tear-streaked face.
“Don’t tell me you’ve been crying because of what happened today.”
“I’m not, Mother,” Zora sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
Glenda moved closer. She patted Zora’s back. “Don’t do this. Dane loves you. He would never leave you for that bitch.”
Glenda fingers lightly trailed the mark on Zora’s neck, a reminder that Dane had claimed and marked her. That no one could come between them.
The touch sent a shiver down Zora’s spine. The image of Dane and Alicia together struck her like a bolt of lightning. She couldn’t let that happen. The consequences would be unbearable.
A marked werewolf who cheats inflicts pain on their mate through the bond. If Dane touched Alicia, Zora would feel it. And suffer.
Her fingers brushed the mark on her neck. A flicker of hope rose within her, despite the anger and hatred boiling inside. He wouldn't hurt her.
“Dane would never cheat on me… he loves me,” she whispered. But doubt still clouded her heart.
“Mother,” she said, her voice trembling,
“Alpha Dane will reject her… right? He won't ruin my only chance of getting pregnant?”
Tears streamed down her face again.
“Of course, ” Glenda replied.
“He might already be on his way back. Mindlink him. We need to get the ritual materials ready.”
“I will be heading to my room, make sure you give him everything that won't make him think of his mate, I will be heading to my room,” Glenda said with a pleasant smile
Zora nodded, drawing in a shaky breath. She steeled herself and reached out to her husband through the mind link.
Zora began crying as she reached out to her husband through mind-link. The moment the connection opened, Alpha Dane instantly blocked her out.
“Dane, please…” she whispered through the fading link, desperately trying to reconnect.
It was clear he didn’t want to be disturbed, but Zora kept trying all the possible ways to get to him.
Her heart sank. She looked for her phone and dialled his number. It rang—but he didn’t answer.
Glenda watched with growing concern. She had always longed for Zora to be her daughter—not just a daughter-in-law. The only girl she ever had died when she was eight, and since Zora came into the picture, Glenda had cherished her like her own.
Marrying Dane was another blessing to her.
Unlike some mothers-in-law who looked down on women without noble lineage, Glenda never cared. She loved Zora deeply.
They had tried to conceive for years, but the Moon Goddess hadn’t blessed them with a child. After exhausting every option, they turned to a witch, who instructed them to complete a ritual that would last for three months. The final stage—the most important—was to take place on their second wedding anniversary night. The duo had been abstinence from sex for the last three months, this was the instructions from the witch. She wanted the sex organs to relax to be able to produce strong pup.
Watching Zora cry in helpless silence, Glenda’s heart ached. She began to worry silently.
If they failed to complete the final ritual, one of them would face the consequences, and more often than not, it was the female who bore the brunt. Zora wouldn't be able to conceive again.
By eleven o’clock, Alpha Dane was still nowhere to be found. Glenda's restlessness began to surface. Beads of sweat formed along her hairline, but she didn’t want Zora to notice her fear. If she broke down, who else would have console Zora.
She quietly excused herself and stepped into her room, quickly reaching for her phone.
The first call rang out—no answer. She dialled again.
This time, the system responded: You have been blacklisted. The sound from the system hit her like a wave. Her vision blurry, she looked at the number to see if she had made mistake.
It wasn't a mistake Dane intentionally blacklisted her.
Glenda stood frozen, staring at the ticking clock on the wall. They had only twenty minutes left for the ritual, her heart pounding in fear.
"Think, Glenda. Zora mustn't be a barren. Think.," she spoke loudly. Tears streaming down her eyes.
Then she snapped. The witch. The witch who was involved in the ritual. She wasn't present because the only thing they needed to do was simple, just intimacy.
Glenda thought she could cast a spell to bring him back—if it wasn't already too late.
She went back to Zora's room to inform her of the actions to take.
Zora’s Room
Zora sat on the edge of her bed, her mind reeling. What could her husband be doing that kept him away? She trusted him—she trusted that he would never cheat on her. If he had, she would have felt the pain of it. The mark he gave her would’ve made sure of that. He wouldn’t let her suffer.
But as she tried to gather her thoughts, a sudden, sharp pain coursed through her veins. She gasped, clutching her stomach, her mouth was agape.
Lyliana, her maid, rushed in, she quickly moved to her side and supported her from collapsing.
“My Luna, what is it? Do you need anything?” She asked tears screaming down her face.
She muttered, her voice shaking with disbelief, "Abomination..." Tears started to fall freely, streaking down her face as she moaned in pain. "Ha! Dane... Dane did it with another she-wolf…" Her voice rang through the room, loud enough to send a shock wave through the pack, causing the whole house to tremble.
Alpha Dane was having intimacy with his mate? Unbelievable!
Trent did not hesitate. He shifted immediately, his clothes tearing away as his wolf form took over.The large black wolf that emerged was battle-ready, teeth bared and eyes blazing gold.Marcus shifted as well, and his pack of rogues followed suit. The forest exploded with the sounds of snarling and howling as the wolves surrounded Trent from all sides.Trent's driver tried to shift but one of the rogues was on him before he could complete the transformation. Trent heard the man's scream and his body hit the floor.Marcus circled him slowly, his brown wolf larger than most but still smaller than Trent. "I have been waiting for this moment. Waiting to see you bleed."Trent did not waste energy on words. He lunged forward, catching Marcus off guard with his immense speed.His jaws closed around Marcus's shoulder, tearing right through. Marcus growled in pain and pulled away, but not before Trent left deep gashes.The other wolves attacked as a pack. Trent fought like a demon, his claws
Alpha Trent sat with just his driver. The drive felt endless to him.When they finally arrived at Alpha Alexander's pack house, it was almost dark. Guards stood at every entrance, both in wolf form and in their human form.As Trent stepped out of the car, Alexander's beta approached him immediately."Alpha Trent," Roman said, bowing his head respectfully. "Thank you for coming so quickly. The king has been asking for you since this morning.""How is he?" Trent asked as they walked toward the entrance."Not well," Roman admitted. "The healers say it is only a matter of time now. Days at most. But he insisted on staying conscious until you arrived."They entered the pack house and Trent was immediately struck by how quiet everything was. Normally the pack house was bustling with activity, but today it felt like everyone was holding their breath.The beta led him through several hallways before stopping in front of a large wooden door. "He is inside. The council members are with him."Tr
Trent closed the door to the bedroom and headed down the hallway, his mind still on Zora and the small progress they had made. The way she had not pulled away from his kiss, the way she seemed to feel safe around him despite not remembering who he was—it gave him hope.But Brandon's urgent summons pulled him back to reality. Whatever was waiting for him downstairs could not be good.He found Brandon standing in the main hall, his expression grim. Claire stood beside him, her face equally serious. When they saw Trent approaching, Brandon held up an envelope with a distinctive seal on it."What is it?" Trent asked, already knowing from the seal that this was official correspondence from the royal pack."A letter from Alpha Alexander," Brandon said, handing it over.Trent took the envelope and broke the seal, pulling out the letter inside. His eyes scanned the words quickly, and with each line he read, his chest grew tighter."The Alpha King is dying," Trent said quietly, looking up at B
Trent walked the doctor to the door, speaking with him in low tones for a moment before watching him leave down the hallway. When the doctor was out of sight, Trent took a deep breath, steeling himself before returning to the room.He pushed the door open gently and found Zora still sitting on the edge of the bed exactly where he had left her. Her hand rested on her stomach and her eyes were distant, lost in thoughts he could not read."Is the doctor gone?" Zora asked without looking up."Yes," Trent replied, staying near the door. He was not sure how close she would be comfortable with him getting. "He said everything looks good. You and the baby are both healthy."Zora nodded slowly but did not respond. There was intense silence between both of them. Trent watched as she fidgeted with her fingers, twisting them together in her lap. Her head stayed lowered, like she was trying to gather courage for something.He recognized that gesture. Even without her memory, Zora still had the sam
Zora did not respond, just watched him with those blank eyes.Trent nodded once and stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind him. The moment he was alone, the calm facade he had been maintaining crumbled.He leaned back against the wall and tilted his head up toward the ceiling, fighting back the pain. He had his wife back, but she did not know who he was.For a month, he had imagined holding her again, breathing in her scent, falling asleep with her in his arms.He had imagined telling her how much he missed her and hearing her say she missed him too.Instead, she looked at him with fear and confusion. Instead, he had to leave her alone in their room because his presence made her uncomfortable.He took a deep breath and pushed off the wall, heading toward his office. There was still so much to deal with but all Trent wanted to do was go back into that room and hold his mate.Trent made his way downstairs. When he reached the main hall, Brandon and Claire were wait
The drive back to the pack house felt endless to Trent. He sat in the back seat with Zora beside him, hyperaware of every breath she took and every small movement she made. She stared out the window in silence with no recognition on her face.Brandon drove while Claire sat in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing back at them with worry written all over her expression. Nobody spoke. What was there to say?Trent wanted to reach for Zora's hand, wanted to pull her close and never let go, but he forced himself to keep his distance. She was already terrified enough without him crowding her.And he knew that if he made any attempts, she would leave and he might never see her again, which was his greatest fear.After about thirty minutes, Zora's eyes started to droop. Her head tilted to the side as exhaustion finally caught up with her.Trent watched as she fought to stay awake, her body swaying around but mostly to his side.When her head started to fall forward, Trent could not stop h







