Mag-log inThe days that followed blurred together in a strange, almost dreamlike rhythm that Elara had never experienced before. She woke each morning to sunlight streaming through her window, ate meals that Mira brought her with unfailing cheerfulness, and spent her afternoons either resting in her cabin or sitting near the fire pit with the other omegas, listening to their stories and learning the rhythms of pack life. It was peaceful, almost too peaceful, and that constant nagging voice in the back of her mind kept waiting for something to go wrong, for the illusion of safety to shatter like glass.But nothing went wrong. The pack members were kind, if a bit cautious around her, and no one asked too many questions about where she'd come from or who the father of her baby was. It was as if Jaxon had given them an unspoken order to leave her alone, to let her heal and adjust at her own pace, and they obeyed without question. That level of respect for their Alpha's authority was something Elara
Elara spent the rest of the day in her cabin, following Helena's strict orders to rest. Mira had brought her lunch, a hearty bowl of vegetable soup with fresh bread, and then dinner, roasted chicken with herbs that smelled so good it made Elara's mouth water. She ate slowly, savoring every bite, still not quite believing that she had access to real food, warm shelter, and safety. It felt too good to be true, like a dream she would wake up from at any moment, only to find herself back in the cold forest, running for her life.But the dream didn't end. Night fell, and Elara found herself sitting by the small window, watching the camp settle into its evening routine. Wolves in human form moved between cabins, their voices carrying on the wind, warm and familiar. Children played near the fire pit, their laughter bright and carefree, and older wolves sat on benches, talking and sharing stories. It was a world Elara had never been part of, a world where people, no, wolves, belonged to somet
The question hit Elara like a slap, and she flinched, her throat tightening with emotion. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if he's looking for me or if he even knows I exist. I never told him. I just… I ran." Helena's expression softened just a fraction, and she let out a long sigh. "You're not the first omega to run from an Alpha, and you won't be the last," she said. "But running while pregnant is dangerous, girl. You're lucky you made it here alive."Helena moved to one of the shelves and began pulling down jars and bottles, mixing herbs and liquids together with practiced ease. "I'm going to give you something to help with the exhaustion and the stress," she said. "Your body is worn down, and that's not good for the baby. You need rest, proper food, and no more running. Understand?" Elara nodded quickly, relief flooding through her at the healer's words. She'd been so afraid that Helena would judge her, would tell her she was stupid for
Elara woke to sunlight streaming through the small window of the cabin, warm and golden against her face. For a moment, she didn't remember where she was. Her body was so relaxed, so warm and comfortable, that she thought she might still be dreaming. But then she opened her eyes fully and saw the wooden walls, the dying embers in the fireplace, and the empty tray on the table, and reality came rushing back.She was in Silverclaw Pack territory. She was under the protection of Alpha Jaxon Vale. And for the first time in months, she'd slept through the entire night without waking up in terror, without having to run, without feeling like death was breathing down her neck. She sat up slowly, her hand moving instinctively to her belly, and felt the baby kick softly in response. A small, tired smile crossed her lips. At least the little one was still safe, still fighting to grow despite everything they'd been through together.A knock on the door made her jump, her heart racing for just a m
The guest cabin was small but clean, with a narrow bed pushed against one wall, a wooden chair near a small fireplace, and a table with a pitcher of water and a bowl of fruit. It wasn't much, but to Elara, it felt like a palace. The walls were sturdy, the roof didn't leak, and most importantly, it was warm. Garrett had lit the fire before leaving, muttering something about food being brought to her soon, and then he'd disappeared into the night without another word.Elara stood in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped around herself, and for the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to feel the full weight of her exhaustion. Her legs were trembling, her back ached, and her feet were raw and blistered from walking for so long. But more than the physical pain, it was the emotional toll that threatened to break her. She'd lost so much, Rowan, her freedom, her sense of safety, and now she was standing in a stranger's territory, at the mercy of an Alpha she barely knew.She moved slo
Elara sat in the chair by the fire, her hands wrapped around the cup of water Jaxon had given her. The warmth from the fireplace seeped into her frozen skin, but she couldn't stop shaking. Her body was exhausted, her mind foggy with grief and fear, and now she sat in front of an Alpha she didn't know, in a pack that could either save her or destroy her.Jaxon moved back to his desk, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. His green eyes never left her face, studying her with an intensity that made her want to shrink into herself. But there was something different about his gaze compared to the other Alphas she'd known. He wasn't looking at her like she was prey or property. He was looking at her like she was a puzzle he needed to solve, and that terrified her in a completely different way."You said you don't know his name," Jaxon said slowly, his voice calm but firm. "But you know he's an Alpha. That means you've met him before. So start from the beginning, Elara. Te







