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The Silver Lining

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"More pancakes, Amora? That Alpha pup is going to need every calorie to fuel those growth spurts. You’re eating for a future King now!"

Susan Wayne, Oscar’s older sister and the pack’s lead healer, beamed as she slid another stack of golden-brown pancakes onto Amora’s plate. Susan was a whirlwind of earthy energy, bright-eyed, steady, and completely unimpressed by the stiff, high-society protocols Amora had lived under for years. To the Wayne Pack, Amara wasn't a billionaire’s discarded wife; she was a protected female carrying a sacred weight.

Amora felt a lump in her throat as she looked around the sun-drenched kitchen. The air here didn't smell of ozone and cold marble; it smelled of home. "Thank you, Jess. It’s just... I’m not used to being looked after like this. In the city, I was expected to be invisible."

Oscar walked in, his presence immediately grounding the room. He wore a simple flannel shirt, but the sheer breadth of his shoulders and the controlled grace of his movements screamed Alpha. He leaned against the counter, his hazel eyes tracking the way Amora’s color was finally returning.

"You’re family, Amora," Oscar said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "And in this pack, we don't let family go hungry."

He sat across from her, the heavy oak table vibrating slightly with his power. The comfortable silence of the morning settled over them until Oscar’s expression turned serious.

"I remember a dream you had back when we were kids," Oscar said, swirling his coffee. "Before the city swallowed you up. You used to talk about a place of your own. A sanctuary."

Amora smiled sadly. "The bakery. Amora’s Hearth."

"Small, cozy, with a big window and the scent of cinnamon and lemon zest masking the winter chill," Oscar recalled. "A place where the scent of the pack would be welcome, but the stress of the world stayed outside. What happened to that dream?"

Amoralet out a quiet sigh. "Life happened, Oscar. The debt, the marriage contract, Duncan... Dreams like that require a foundation I don't have. Especially with a child on the way. I’m a fugitive Omega now."

Oscar’s expression didn't flicker. He set his cup down with a firm thud. "I want to build it for you. Right here, in the heart of Wayne territory."

Amorafroze, her fork halfway to her mouth. "What?"

"I own a block of storefronts on Main Street," Oscar said. "It’s neutral ground, protected by our Enforcers. One of them is vacant. It has the perfect large window for the morning sun. My crew can have it renovated and warded with silver-dust by the end of the month."

"Oscar, no," Amorasaid, shaking her head. "I can’t let you do that. I left a man who tried to own me through a bank account; I won't let my oldest friend do the same."

"This isn't about ownership, Amora. It’s about Legacy." Oscar stood up, walking around the table to stand beside her. He didn't touch her… respecting her "nesting" space—but his aura felt like a warm, impenetrable shield. "That baby is going to be a True Alpha. He needs to see his mother as a woman of her own power, not a dependent. This is an investment in the future of our borders."

Amoralooked into his eyes and saw a sincerity that made her breath catch. Oscar wasn’t offering her a golden cage; he was offering her a Territory.

"Think about it," Oscar said gently. "The shop is there. The protection is guaranteed. All it needs is the Luna who was meant to run it."

The Alonso Penthouse, Domara

The atmosphere in Duncan’s study was suffocating. The rain had stopped, leaving a cold mist that clung to the glass walls. Duncan sat in the dark, his senses dialled to a lethal edge.

Katherine Brown slid closer to him on the velvet chaise, her silk robe rustling. She smelled of a cloying, chemical rose perfume that made Duncan’s wolf snarl in the back of his mind. She reached out, her fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw, trying to pull his attention back to her.

"You’ve been a thousand miles away all evening, Alpha," Katherine murmured, her voice a practiced purr. "The bond is severed. Amorais gone. Why are you still so tense? The pack is waiting for us to announce our union."

Duncan felt a flash of pure revulsion. A few days ago, he thought Katherine was the logical choice…a high-ranking Beta who understood the business of power. But now, her scent felt like an intrusion. He missed the quiet, soothing lavender of a woman who never asked for anything.

His phone vibrated. REMUS.

Duncan pulled away from Katherine so abruptly she nearly tumbled off the chaise. "Report," he barked.

"Alpha," Remus’s voice was tense. "We have a scent match. One of our scouts spotted a female matching Amora’s biometric profile at the Metro-North station in Norwood Green . She’s crossed the border."

"Norwood Green ," Duncan repeated, his eyes flashing a dangerous, icy silver. "That’s Wayne Territory."

"Yes, sir. And it’s worse. Oscar Wayne was seen meeting her at the old Hart cottage. He’s moved her to his private estate. It’s a high-security stronghold, sir. Warded against Silver Crescent tracking."

The glass in Duncan’s hand didn't just crack—it shattered. The amber liquid spilled over his hand, but he didn't feel the sting. Oscar Wayne. A "Natural Alpha" who had refused to bow to the Alonso lineage for generations. A man who now had Duncan's pregnant mate under his roof.

"I see," Duncan said, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "Keep the drones high. Do not provoke them. I will handle this personally."

He hung up.

"Duncan?" Katherine asked, her voice sharp with suspicion. "Is there a problem with the Brown merger?"

Duncan didn't even look at her. He stood up, his movements precise and lethal, reaching for his charcoal blazer. "Nothing," he said. "Just a trespasser on my land that needs to be dealt with."

"At this hour?"

"There is no 'hour' when it comes to what belongs to me, Katherine ," Duncan said, his gaze fixed on the north.

As he walked toward the elevator, his inner wolf finally broke through his corporate mask. It let out a long, silent howl of possessive rage. Amora was in another Alpha's house. She was being scented by another man.

‘I’m coming for you, Amora,’ his wolf growled. ‘And God help the man who stands between an Alonso and his heir.’

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