Mag-log inThe morning sun streamed through the massive glass windows of The Criscent Hearth, reflecting off the spotless stainless-steel counters and polished marble floors. Despite the luxury of the space, Amora felt completely detached from it. She stood by the central island, her hands covered in a light layer of flour, staring at a small, elegant package that had been delivered just ten minutes ago.It was a glossy silver tin wrapped in a deep crimson silk ribbon. Resting on top was a small, cream-colored note written in flowing cursive.“A peace offering for the future of our pack. Let us put the dinner incident behind us and focus on what matters. – Katherine.”Amora stared at the card, her lips pressing into a thin line. She pulled the ribbon away and lifted the metal lid. Instantly, the sweet, heavy scent of dried lavender drifted into the air, filling the modern kitchen.Inside the tin were dried purple petals mixed with small, dark green leaves. To anyone else, it looked like a standa
Katherine stood calmly beside the third-floor corridor, her dark eyes fixed on the door of the master suite. For the past two days, she had watched Amora closely. She had expected the Omega to return from her brief escape broken, weeping, and crushed by the heavy walls of the Alonso mansion.Instead, she saw something terrifying.Amora was changing. When she walked down the grand hallway to head to her new city kitchen, she didn't slouch. Her head was held high, and her shoulders were square. Her steps were no longer light and hesitant like a servant's; they were firm, deliberate, and carried an undeniable weight.The child inside her womb was doing something impossible. A Supreme Alpha pup was supposed to drain a weak Omega until she couldn't stand. But Amora’s hidden lineage was fighting back, absorbing the child's raw power and weaving it directly into her own veins. Amora was becoming stronger.That little bastard was changing the weak Omega. Katherine gripped her crystal wine gl
The heavy doors of the master suite remained firmly shut, but the ward Amora had pressed into the wood was gone. When the heavy mechanical lock clicked open at noon, it wasn't a maid carrying a tray of supplements. It was Duncan.He had discarded his blazer, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, but his presence was still too large for the room. His silver eyes scanned her instantly, checking the color of her face, the rise of her chest, and the curve of her stomach. Their child’s heartbeat beneath her ribs didn't thrash, but it pulled tightly on his aura, drawing the raw Supreme energy it needed to stay anchored.Duncan looked at the silver tray resting untouched on the mahogany dresser. The pureed nutrient bowls were cold, a thick skin forming over the surface."You haven't touched the medical rations for two days," Duncan said. His voice was rough, carrying a dark undercurrent of frustration that he was trying to keep under control. "The physicians say the pup's weigh
Amora stood by the heavily reinforced window, watching the city traffic crawl like a line of metal ants far below. The silver-calm mist from the ceiling vents had left a faint, bitter taste at the back of her throat. Her hand rested on her stomach, where the baby’s heartbeat kept up its steady, quiet rhythm, entirely dependent on the heavy presence of the house to stay strong.A sharp click echoed from the double doors. The digital keypad whined, and the door swung open.Amora didn't turn around. She expected Susan with another tray of bitter supplements, or perhaps Barbara with more cold, disappointed looks."I heard they turned the master suite into a maximum-security vault, but I didn't believe it until I saw the biometric locks," a light, cheerful voice said.Amora turned. Standing by the threshold wasn't a guard. It was a tall young man with messy, sun-streaked brown hair and brilliant amber eyes that danced with a mischievous light. He wore a loose, unbuttoned leather jacket ove
Amora sat on the edge of the velvet mattress, her freshly washed hair damp against her shoulders. She had scrubbed her skin until it was red, desperate to wash away the scent of the Alonso mansion, the sterile smell of the clinic, and the lingering grease of Katherine’s heavy perfume.The high-tech filtration system hummed in the ceiling, a constant, low reminder that she was trapped. But Amora was a healer’s daughter. She knew that while technology could trap a wolf's body, the old ways could still protect a wolf's space.Before the sun had set, she had used the small silver scalpel from her pocket to scrape a few chips of dried blue root and salt from her old herb pouch, remnants she had managed to keep hidden in the lining of her denim overalls. She had pressed the mixture into the seams of the heavy oak double doors, whispering the low, rhythmic words her father had taught her to lock out unwanted Alphas. It wasn't a physical lock. It was a spiritual barrier that turned the thresh
The journey back to the city did not feel like a ride for peace. It felt like a transport to a high security prison.Amora sat in the back of the armored black SUV, her face pressed against the cold glass of the window. The glass was heavily tinted and reinforced with steel mesh, rendering the outside world a blur of grey highway and passing trees. She was flanked on both sides by two silent, massive Silver Crescent enforcers whose heavy, metallic scents crushed the small space.Ahead of them, two more SUVs cleared the road. Behind them, another three followed. Duncan was in the lead vehicle, refusing to breathe the same oxygen as her after her surrender.Amora wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach. Inside her, her child’s heartbeat had finally stabilized, drawing from the massive, overwhelming wave of Duncan’s Supreme Alpha aura that trailed just a few yards ahead. The baby was safe for now, but the cost weighed heavily on her soul. She had traded her freedom, her bakery, and t







