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Chapter 4 - Angel's POV
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2025-02-06 21:27:49‘We’re entering Moon Crescent Pack territory now,’ I informed my team through the mind link.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the Pack house. The first to greet us was their Beta—and my older brother. Michael Clinn. My heartbeat quickened at the sight of him. Brother. "You must be the Wolf Fang Pack members," Michael said, his tone formal and unreadable. Kayden stepped forward, extending a hand. "We are. I’m Kayden, Beta of the Wolf Fang Pack. Are you the Alpha?" Michael shook his hand, offering a polite smile. "No, I’m the Beta. Alpha Gabriel will meet us later—he’s busy at the moment." As if on cue, the Pack house doors burst open, and Gabriel strode out. So much for being busy. More likely, he had sensed my presence. "So, you’re back," he said, his sharp gaze locking onto me. Michael frowned. "Who are you referring to, Alpha?" I had almost forgotten—I was still on my motorbike, helmet concealing my face. Gabriel smirked. "You might not recognize her at first, Michael. She looks different now. She smells different too—like her pack. But focus, and you’ll know exactly who she is." I sighed, deciding to put an end to the suspense. Removing my helmet, I met their eyes with a calm smile. "Hi, I’m Slade Angel of Wolf Fang Pack. Nice to see you again, Beta Michael… Alpha Gabriel. It’s been a while." Michael’s face turned to shock as realization dawned. He stepped forward, but before he could get too close, Kayden moved between us, protective as always. "Who do you think you are to block me from my own sister?" Michael growled. Kayden didn’t budge. "Sister? I know what you did to her, Michael. I won’t let you hurt her again. She’s here for training, nothing more. When it’s over, she’s leaving with us." I sighed, about to intervene when suddenly, Gabriel grabbed my wrist. "Leaving? What do you mean by that?" he demanded. Kayden and Michael immediately stopped arguing and turned toward us. Kayden took a step forward, but Michael held him back. Simon, Aden, and Lea were also on high alert, waiting for my signal. I yanked my hand free. "As Kayden said, I’ll leave when the training is done. I’m no longer part of this pack, Gabriel. You have no right to question me." "No! You belong here!" Gabriel’s voice was sharp, almost desperate. Something inside me snapped. Slade stirred, furious at his audacity. ‘Let me out. I want to deal with him,’ she growled. ‘Not yet, Slade. We can’t shift here.’ ‘I don’t need to shift to put him in his place. Let me out.’ I sighed, knowing she wouldn’t back down. Instead of fighting her, I let her take control. I shoved Gabriel back, creating space. When I opened my eyes again, my glowing sapphire blue gaze met his shocked expression. "Never touch me again with your disgusting hands!" Slade snarled. Gabriel’s expression hardened. "Who do you think you are to push me? Have you forgotten that I am your Alpha, Slade Angel?" Slade let out a cold laugh. "Alpha? Of whom? Certainly not me. I’m not your pack member anymore, Gabriel. And don’t touch me again. I don’t care what your rank is. As far as I know, we’re here to HELP your weak warriors. Isn’t that why we’re here? To train your weak pack?" The words hit their mark. Gabriel’s jaw tightened, and for the first time, I noticed it—he looked different. Weaker. Tired. His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he exhaled sharply. "Michael, take care of them. Show them to their rooms. Training starts tomorrow morning. I’ll be inside, making a call to Mark." And just like that, he walked away. ‘Weak,’ Slade scoffed before relinquishing control back to me. Michael turned to me hesitantly. "Can I approach my sister now?" Kayden glanced at me, silently asking if he should allow it. I gave a small nod. Michael took that as permission and pulled me into a hug. His embrace was warm, familiar—something I hadn’t felt in two years. Despite everything, it still felt like home. "I missed you, Angel. I’m sorry for making you feel like you were nothing. I was a fool back then," Michael murmured. My throat tightened. I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to say that everything was okay now. But the pain of the past still lingered. "Can you show us our rooms?" I said instead. "I don’t want to talk about the past right now." His face fell slightly, but he nodded. "Alright. Follow me." --- The Pack house hadn’t changed at all. Same walls. Same hallways. Same memories. Michael assigned rooms to Kayden, Aden, Lea, and Simon before finally stopping in front of a door. My old room. "I never changed anything. I cleaned it regularly, waiting for the day you’d come back. I just… I hope one day, you can forgive me, Angel." His voice was thick with regret. I swallowed hard. "Michael… I don’t know if I can forgive you yet." He nodded, understanding. "I’ll leave you to rest. Training starts at seven tomorrow. We’ll introduce you to the warriors later." "Okay. Thanks." Michael left, and I stepped inside, scanning the room. It looked exactly how I left it. He really had taken care of it. I walked over to the wall where my old photos still hung. My fingers brushed against them, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Before I could answer, the door opened. No permission. No hesitation
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Before I knew it, the door swung open.Of course, it was him.Gabriel was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me. The tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife.“I don’t remember inviting you in,” I said, propped up against my desk.He didn’t react. Typical. Instead, he entered, closing the door behind him. He took up space in the room, weighing down on me in ways I wouldn’t admit.“You shouldn’t have returned,” he finally said.I laughed, the sound bitter. “Trust me, this wasn’t my ideal vacation either.”Gabriel’s jaw clenched. "Then why are you here?""Work." I crossed my arms like he did. "Your pack needs training. My pack agreed to help. End of story."His golden eyes deepened, flickering for a moment with something I couldn’t name. “I didn’t request you specifically."Good," I said with a smirk. “Would’ve been hella awkward if you had.”At first, he said nothing. Just stared, as if he were trying to read between the lines of my expression. Then, al
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Sweat, adrenaline, unspoken words — it was a heady mix that hung in the air in the training grounds between us. Warriors ringed the sparring mat, some whispering, some staring frozen and silent, as I shoved myself off Gabriel, rolling to my feet.He propped himself up on his elbows, his golden eyes following my every move as he raked a hand through his dark hair. He wasn’t used to losing. I could sense the frustration within him, the way his muscles clenched like his wolf was scratching itself just below the surface.Good. Let him stew in it."Alright, show's over!" Kayden clapped his hands, stepping to the edge of the mat. “Unless our dear Alpha wants to try round two?”Gabriel’s jaw tightened. "We’re done."I scoffed. "Figures."His gaze locked onto mine, with a challenge lurking there, but he swallowed it. Instead, he fixed on the warriors and his voice took on that Alpha tone that commanded. "You’ve seen how she fights. Pay attention. If any of you think you’re too good for traini
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I could hardly breathe in the silence my words had left. Gabriel loomed over me, jaw stiff, clenched fists hanging at his sides as if he were forcing himself not to touch me. His golden eyes flickered with an unvoiced ecstasy — a heavy thing.It’s too late for that.The words hung there, like a wall neither of us knew how to climb.He said nothing for a moment. Just stared at me.Then, at last, he breathed out, his voice hoarse. “You don’t mean that.”I chuckled, but that was no laughing matter. “You don’t get to define what I mean, Gabriel.”His eyes darkened. “Then tell me you’re not feeling it.”My throat tightened. “Feel what?”“This,” he motioned back and forth between us. “The pull. The bond. It’s still there, Angel. If you say otherwise, you’re lying.”I wanted to deny it. Wanted to look him in the eye and tell him he was nothing to me now.But the bond was there, an invisible thread drawing me to him even while I struggled to remain in place.“I don’t care about the bond,” I l
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Sleep that night was a cruel thing, an elusive thing.Each time I closed my eyes, my mind relived the conversation with Gabriel — the desperation in his voice, the regret in his eyes, the way he had said I lost you already.I tried to shut it all out in bed, tossing and turning. But my body remained static, my emotions wound tightly like a coil.Damn him.I had spent years practicing living without him. And now? He thought he could just come waltzing back into my life and screw everything up all over again?No.I wouldn’t let him.When morning finally arrived, I almost had not slept. But fatigue had never phased me — I had fought battles half-dead on my feet. I could get through one more day of this.I threw on my training gear and secured my hair in a tight ponytail before walking out of my room. The house was already waking up, the pack members bustling around, getting ready for the day.I walked down the hall, and when I got to the staircase—“Angel.”His voice.I cursed quietly t
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I should’ve felt triumphant.Walking away from Gabriel without looking back should feel like a victory.” Like freedom.But that night, lying in bed staring at the ceiling, I felt nothing except restless.My body was tired, my muscles aching from training, but my brain was awake, and it wouldn’t settle.Because no matter how hard I tried not to, no matter how much I hated it —I could still feel him.His presence. His stare. His regret.And worst of all?The way my wolf, Slade, longed for him.Enough. I threw the covers off and rubbed my face. This is ridiculous.I needed air.I snagged my jacket, stepping out of my room and wandering through the pack house's inky darkened hallways. The silence was comforting. Peaceful.I shoved the back door open and stepped out into the night.The stars were bright, the sky was clear, but I hardly noticed. I just needed to breathe.To shake this feeling.To remind myself that I was no longer that broken girl.I stood at the training post, arms crosse
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Walking away should have felt liberating.It should have felt as if finally closing a door that had remained ajar for too long.Instead, it felt more like being in the eye of a storm, awaiting the chaos to catch up.I had made it halfway across the training field when I noticed my hands trembling.Damn it.I doubled them into fists on my sides, trying to breathe my body down. I was fine.I had survived worse.I had survived him."Angel!"Kayden’s voice broke the night, pulling me from my thoughts.I turned just in time, right as he reached me, his sharp blue eyes scanning my face, searching. He initially didn’t say anything. He just looked at me.And somehow, that was worse.Because Kayden knew me.He knew every scar, every wound, every thing I buried with the elevation dust and spit, the things I tried so damn hard to hide.And right now?He could see everything."Did he hurt you?" Kayden’s voice was steady, but there was an edge to it—a tight, lethal promise.I let out a humorless l
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I should have walked away.I wanted to walk away.But I didn’t.Instead I stood there like a deer in headlights while Gabriel’s words draped themselves over my body like a delayed fire.“But then why do you still look at me as if this isn’t over?”My throat tightened.Because it wasn’t over.Not for me.Not for him.Not for us.I could deceive myself as much as I wanted, could tell myself I’d moved on, that I didn’t care, that the past was buried, my ears filled with dirt —The bond between us, though, had never really broken.It had frayed.It had bled.But there it was, no matter how hard I fought it.And Gabriel knew it.It is what he felt, as I did.“Say it,” he whispered behind me. His voice was low, rough. “Say you don’t feel it, and I’ll let you go.”I clenched my jaw.He was calling my bluff.Because he knew — he knew — that if I turned around right now, if I made eye contact with him, that would be it.I would shatter.I would shatter once more into a million pieces.And I co
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