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The healer put down my report on the table and nodded solemnly. “Yes, there is a chance. Your wolf is not dead yet”
A tight knot formed in my throat. Renewed hope surged within me as I glanced at my father and uncle. They also looked hopeful.
"Then why can't we sense her wolf?" Papa asked. "Why isn't she responding?”
"Although she isn't dead, she's deeply injured, which has faded her existence and disconnected them. You can also consider it a comatose state," the doctor explained. "But rest assured, with treatment and proper training, the bond could be reestablished. It will take time, patience, and determination.”
The wave of relief washed over me, and tightly held tears finally spilt from my eyes. I covered my face and cried again. After so long, I am shedding happy tears.
I felt my father's warmth. His hug and tenderness made me cry harder. "Hey, baby, you'll be fine. I've got you," Papa whispered in my ear and caressed me gently.
I felt so safe and secure, which Atlas could never give me except anguish and trauma.
After comforting me, Papa ordered the healer to begin treatment. It is a seven-day process, the first treatment to heal my weakness and horrifying scars.
Soon, my treatment began. At my request, my arrival at the pack house remained concealed from all but a few, and I largely confined myself to my private chamber there for treatment.
Papa and Uncle personally took care of my needs and appointed my personal maid, Sara. Honestly, I was so happy to see her, and by her expression, she was as well…
"I am so happy to see you back, Ma'am," she said with a tearful gaze. "Everything will be alright now," she whispered, though I felt she was referring to something else.
But when I asked what happened, she said she hoped for my quick recovery. I didn't think much of it and believed her, perhaps I misunderstood.
The treatment was gentle and restorative, allowing ample time for both physical and emotional healing.
The scars within my soul may not completely be erased, but they have subsided a lot, and now I can address it as the worst ordeal of my life—a part of me that made me realize my worth, my true loved ones, and made my stance strong.
It feels as though I have been given a second chance at life, a new beginning. However, this incident also killed my desire to be in love, and perhaps in this new beginning, there is no place for love anymore…
Seven Days Later…
I looked in the mirror, and staring back at me was a striking woman. Her midnight hair, ivory eyes with rare violet flecks, and smooth olive complexion were enhanced by her perfect, celestial nose, high cheekbones, and soft, small lips. However, it was all accented by a faded scar across her face, and all over her body which gave her an appearance of intimidation.
This second life is a blessing from the Goddess. In this life, there is no place for those who have hurt me, ripped me apart, and blind love for any. This life is now dedicated to me, my close family and friends…
"What about the scar, Doctor?" I heard my father's voice outside the bathroom. "It'll only break her more if she looks in the mirror.”
"I apologize, Alpha, but her wounds were so deep; they will not heal completely, and she will bear this scar for the rest of her life," replied the healer.
Sighing deeply, I pushed open the door and walked into the room. “It’s okay, Papa. I accept it,” I assured him. “This is for the good, I believe; it will remind me of the grievous mistake I made once.”
Although sad, Father smiled at me and held me in his warm embrace. “I’m proud of you. It feels like my little princess has finally grown up.”
I let his warmth spread within me for a while before breaking the hug and looking at him with hope. "I want to start my training, Papa. I must get my wolf back.”
I couldn't wait to get back my wolf and I am willing to do all the hard work.
But Father's face turned serious, and he immediately denied, "No, Val, not now, or for the next few days. Your treatment just ended; your body needs rest. Start training a few days later.”
I wanted to decline, but seeing his solemn and concerned expression, I accepted and nodded, “Okay, as you say.”
My acceptance brought a smile of relief to his face. “Now go back to your room; Audrey kept banging on the pack house doors, wanting to meet you. A few more times, and she might break all the doors.”
Audrey's name brought a bright smile to my face. My huge emotional support and only loyal friend, besides Kira.
"Okay, Papa. See you later." I kissed his cheek and waved at Uncle before rushing from the private chamber.
On my way out Uncle's gritted whisper touched my ears— "if we weren't bound by the laws, I would have ripped that bastard Atlas's throat.”
Frankly, I'm glad neither my father nor my uncle met Atlas these days; otherwise, it would have been a huge massacre. But that does not mean I would let Atlas go; I would definitely make him pay, but now is not the right time…
I stepped into my room, and the familiarity kissed my soul as I looked around. Everything was the same as I had left it—perfectly organized. No doubt, no one had ever been allowed in my room while I was away.
From Sara, I learned that only she and Papa had entered here. This place was declared forbidden to others by the Alpha.
My gaze fell on the huge photo of the three of us—me, Papa, and Mama. We all look so happy. The brightness of our faces was unmatched. I remember other pack alphas used to be so envious of us. However, everything changed after Mama's death two years ago.
Papa turned stiff and closed himself off from me and the pack. Then, suddenly, one day he arranged a political marriage for me. I tried to make him understand, but he was stubborn, which forced me to run away. Sometimes I wish I hadn't run away and had patiently understood Papa. Perhaps this wouldn't have happened—
Suddenly, the door of my room swung open, banging against the wall beside it, revealing a very restless young woman in the doorway.
“Val!” She exclaimed and burst inside, or rather, on top of me, knocking me to the ground. “Oh, Val! You have finally returned!” She cried out as if she had discovered the road to heaven.
I chuckled and let my arms circle her petite figure. “Yes, I am here, Rey.”
Indeed, she is Audrey, my childhood best friend. Although her mother was Mama's omega servant, they were more than that; they were like sisters, which naturally formed a deep bond between Audrey and me.
“Umm—can you let me go now?” I said difficulty, she was squeezing me so hard.
She broke the hug immediately and glared at me, “bitch how dare you—Ogh!” A loud, shocked gasp escaped her lips as she watched me, or should I say, my scars, and hurriedly got off of me, her mouth covered. “Wha-at had happened!?”
A deep sigh left me involuntarily, and gazing at her helplessly, I explained everything to her.
My sufferings and torments brought tears to her eyes as she listened. With a smile, I gently wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, Rey. It's in the past; I'm perfectly fine now, and I'm before you.”
I didn't lie; I truly am happy. I could have died or suffered more, but the Goddess kept me alive and showed me Atlas's true colours. I am truly grateful for this second chance, where all these years of being lost hadn't taken away my family and friends; instead, they accepted me and showed me more warmth…
CHAPTER 52…VALENTINAThe chamber did not calm all at once.It never did.Stability, I had learned, did not arrive like silence after a storm. It arrived like breath returning to lungs that had forgotten how to draw air— uneven at first, fragile, earned one moment at a time.Luciano was still crying when the tremors finally eased.Not the sharp cry of pain, but something closer to frustration. Discomfort. A protest against being pulled in too many directions at once.I held him tightly against my chest, rocking him without thinking, my palm pressed flat between his shoulders. His silver flickered in broken pulses now, no longer wild, but not yet settled. It felt like a question still being asked.I lifted my head slowly and looked around the Origin Seat.The Concord stood fractured…Not physically— though the glowing fault line in the stone was impossible to ignore— but ideologically. Their perfect cir
CHAPTER 51…ANDRESThe moment the Origin Seat shuddered beneath our feet, I knew restraint had failed someone long before it failed us.The backlash rolled through the chamber like a living thing— as though a violent correction. Ancient magic recoiling against abuse. The kind of force that did not care who believed themselves powerful, only who belonged.I moved without thinking.I was already in front of Valentina before the tremor finished traveling through the stone, my arm braced across her and Luciano both, my stance wide, grounded, every instinct screaming to shield even though I knew— deeply, bitterly, that whatever came next might not be something I could block.Valentina did not stagger. That alone told me everything.Her breath hitched once, sharply, then steadied. I felt it through her back, through the way her spine aligned instead of bowed.Luciano whimpered, his small fingers tightening in her clothing, silver
CHAPTER 50…VALENTINAThe Concord believed they were still in control.I felt that certainty the moment I stepped fully into the Origin Seat’s inner circle, with Luciano warm and steady in my arms and Andres positioned just behind my right shoulder.The air here did not bow to crowns or councils. It responded only to balance, and balance had no patience for arrogance.The thirteen Concord delegates stood arranged along the carved perimeter, their robes marked with sigils of authority older than most living dynasties. They watched me the way men watch a tide they believe they have already measured.That belief was their first mistake…“Your presence here is acknowledged,” the central delegate said, his voice smooth, carefully moderated. “But understand this, Your Majesty— this assembly convenes by Concord law, not royal decree.”I did not bristle or answer immediately. I adjusted Luciano slightl
CHAPTER 49…VALENTINAThe Origin Seat rose from the valley like it had been carved from the mountains themselves, untouched by time or ambition…Luciano slept in my arms, his small form heavier than his size suggested, calm as though he already knew the importance of this place.Andres walked beside me, silent but alert, his eyes tracing every angle, every shadow that could conceal intent. The moment we stepped onto the central plaza, the air thickened, not with threat, but with expectation…"Bearer of the Anchor, you have arrived." A voice— soft, restrained, impossibly precise, echoed across the Seat, filling the space without moving the lips of anyone present.I straightened, holding Luciano close, and let my gaze sweep across the chamber.Figures seated in the galleries above and around the central stone dais are observed without moving, their veils hiding faces, but not the intent behind their eyes."You are awar
CHAPTER 48…VALENTINAThe morning air was crisp, but it carried more than the scent of pine and earth. It carried intention. I could feel it in the subtle way the leaves trembled without wind, how the light fractured through the canopy above in jagged, uneven beams.Something had shifted. Not us— yet. but the world we moved through was listening.Luciano slept lightly against my chest. His silver pulsed faintly beneath the skin of his cheek, like a heartbeat mirrored in light. At first, I thought it was only the palace responding, but no. This was beyond the walls, beyond wards, beyond anything I had known. He had left the palace and carried a tether of influence into the wild.“They feel him,” Andres said quietly from beside me. His hand brushed briefly against my arm as an acknowledgment.“Do you feel it?”I nodded, though my heart skipped at the subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that seemed to rise from t
CHAPTER 47...VALENTINAThe interruption did not come like an ambush.There was no clash of steel, no sudden cry, no violent rupture in the air that screamed danger. Instead, the world ahead of us grew quiet in a way that felt deliberate, as if the road itself had been asked to pause and consider who was allowed to pass.I felt it first in my chest. A slow, unbending recognition…The car slowed on its own, the engines responding to a tension, saying, they can't go further in the forest.The forest around us, ancient and watchful, shifted in tone. Leaves still. The wind drew back. Even the light filtering through the branches seemed to hesitate, suspended between moments.Luciano stirred in my arms. His small fingers flexed once against my sleeve, with the same attentive stillness he had shown when the Concord first reached for us.His silver did not flare. It spread— quietly, patiently, like roots seeking purchase beneath the soil







