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I was an exiled Luna from Hawthorn pack.
My life there was great. I had a loving family, a supportive long-term boyfriend, and the pack members respected and painted me as the perfect future Luna.
I was the perfect girl everyone looked up to... until I got away from that pack because of a tragedy that caused miserable events in my life.
"Mae! Get that order in table nineteen please!" Madam Lavender, the owner of this pizzeria that I've worked for the past months, shouted at me.
Immediately, I went to the customer and smiled widely.
"Good afternoon, sir!" I greeted him.
But my smile eventually vanished when I saw who it was. It's the maniac customer who has been pestering me for the past weeks. He's a middle-aged man who wants to offer a big amount of money on the table just for sex.
I am not like that kind of girl.
"Why the deep sigh?" he taunted. "Don't want to cater to a customer?" His grin was menacing, and I couldn't help but notice the glint of a golden, crooked tooth when he smiled.
Clutching my pen and notebook tightly, I forced myself to take his order. "Your order, sir?"
"I want Katrina Mae Brown, please."
I heaved a deep sigh, my legs shaking because of fear of what he might do again this time. The last time he went here, he caused chaos by throwing tables and chairs. We were lucky police officers were patrolling outside the pizzeria house.
"Sorry, we don't have that here, sir. Now, if you may excuse me."
My heels turned back towards the kitchen because I didn't want him to cause any chaos anymore. Madame Lavender will handle him. After all, he's my boss's ex-husband.
"Hey, I'm not done talking yet, you bitch!" The man shouted and threw the table napkin on my back.
I halted and clutched my notebook on my chest tightly.
If I get fired from this job, how will I sustain Rosie's needs? She's still a child. I can't afford to lose my job!
He was about to grab my arm when someone interrupted. "Hey, hey, hey, old man. Easy there!" a familiar voice echoed in my ears.
As soon as I saw Jasper, my only friend in this small town, appear in front of me, I felt like a nail was plucked out of my body.
"How many times have you tried to harass Mae here? You don't learn a lesson!"
Jasper has always been a loyal friend of mine since the day I moved here. He was the one who helped me get off the cruise ship when I arrived.
I knew he had feelings for me; I was just waiting for him to confess just so I would turn down his feelings.
Jasper is the leader of a gang in this pack. Tall, dark, and handsome, and I'm sure that he will find someone who would love him unconditionally.
"J-Jasper... aren't we friends?" The old man stuttered when Jasper exerted dominance over him.
I glared at him. Madame Lavender was already at my side, asking if I was alright. I nodded at her and held Jasper's arms.
I didn't want him to get into trouble because of me.
"Can't remember. I don't befriend an old man, you stink," Jasper replied sarcastically and gazed at him.
"Leave it, Jas. I'll talk to him." Madame Lavender intervened because it would only take a minute before Jasper exploded.
"Mae, you get Jasper to the kitchen."
"Yes, madame," I answered to my boss and immediately dragged Jasper's arms out there.
"I should've killed that man before!" Jasper hissed. I tried to make him relax by making him look at me.
"Hey, I'm alright. I'm not harmed, alright?"
"Almost harassed! If I didn't want to visit you here, you would've let that man harass you again, Mae!"
I smiled at him. "Thanks for the concern, but I'm really okay. Don't think about it anymore, okay?" I said and removed the checkered apron on my shoulder.
"Anyway, why are you here in the pizzeria?" I asked Jasper, smiling at him right now.
He shook his head and said. "Rosie was crying and asking to see you."
My body froze and looked at him with concerned eyes. "What happened?"
"Well, uhm, her skin was burning of fever - Mae! Where are you going?"
I didn't wait for him and immediately ran towards our apartment complex. It's near the pizzeria house. I asked Jasper to take care of Rosie today because I plan to work overtime. She had a fever last night. I thought she was getting better today!
The moment I arrived, I picked up Rosie in my arms and catered to her needs. She slept after an hour when Jasper arrived at my apartment.
"The coast is clear in the pizzeria house. Madam Lavender put a restraining order on her ex-husband. You don't have to worry about working there anymore." Jasper said and looked at me worriedly.
I nodded at him and started cleaning the apartment. He turned on the television in silence and let the voice of the anchor make a noise inside our room.
"A high-profile is looking for a lawyer for a criminal case. Didn't you get a law degree, Mae?" Jasper innocently asked me. I paused in my place while vacuuming the floor under the dining table.
"Yes," I replied honestly.
"Oh shit! I knew this high profile. He's the Alpha in our town!"
"How'd you know? The Alpha of this small town doesn't even make any noise. No special events or what."
"That's because he works under the table. He needs to keep it low while doing business, you know? He has to provide for our pack. Actually, I idolized him so much. It would be an honor to meet him in person."
Ah, our Alpha works with criminals in the black market.
I just nodded at Jasper and finished it clean.
Jasper kept on talking about what he saw in the news.
"How about you apply for this job, Mae? The pay is good. No, it's excellent! It can cover your expenses in a year without working in that pizzeria anymore!"
I smiled at Jasper. "I don't think I can get the position, Jas. There are so many good lawyers out there. The job is highly publicized, so the competition is tight."
"And I'm betting on you!"
I let out a small laugh and shook my head at Jasper. "I'm just a single mother with no strong connection and a bland resume, Jas. Nothing interesting about me other than I graduated law school."
Jasper crossed his arms and licked his lower lip. "We all know that Rosie is not your child, Mae! You just picked her up on a random day, on a random ship, because her mother wanted to abandon her!"
"Jasper! Rosie might hear you!" I hissed at him.
He looks angry and sad. I smiled at him.
He was right.
I shouldn't have taken the obligation to take care of this child, but Rosie was the ray of light when I was in my darkest time. In my heart, she is my biological daughter.
Jasper turned off the television quickly and I checked on Rosie in her room.
She was fast asleep. Her fever had already subsided, so I tucked the covers closer to her sides. I silently left the room after taking time to observe her calm breathing.
It took me a lot of convincing for Jasper to take care of Rosie while I worked in the pizzeria.
Madame Lavender acknowledged my presence when I arrived and I wasted no time at work.
It was a cold Sunday morning.
I thought it was just an ordinary day of my life hiding in this small town near the coast. But it wasn’t.
"Good morning, ma'am! May I take your order?" I asked the middle-aged woman who has been our loyal customer.
"The usual, please," she smiled at me and gave me a tip.
The sea air kissed my skin as I stood outside. The air was chilly. I need to get this order ASAP.
I easily catch a cold. This is not the time to get sick!
I was about to get inside when I noticed a man wearing a black cap. He was playing with the orphaned and street kids outside.
The scene touched my heart as I hugged the serving plate of my chest, smiling heartily at the man.
When he noticed me, he raised his hand and I immediately attended to him to get his order.
"Good morning, sir! What's your order? Would you like to have our bestseller?" I asked, my tone friendly.
He takes off his black cap and places it on the table before turning to face me, only to have the corner of his smile vanish after just one glance.
The sight of someone I knew brought my body shivering.
No, this is not happening.
To get away from that dark past, I left behind my profession, goals, family, and the Luna title of that popular pack.
I was beginning to fucking let go. All of those memories.
Archer's eyes bulged out as soon as he recognized who I was.
"Katrina..." he whispered; he blinked and pursed his lips.
My body froze in my place. I couldn't form the right words!
"Sorry, I think you mistook me for someone. I'll have someone to take your order, sir..."
I didn't let him speak another single word because I was already running towards the kitchen.
"Mae! Alpha Archer is here! Oh my, he is rarely seen in our pack! And now he's in my pizzeria!" Madame Lavender hysterically said.
My vision started to blur; I forgot how to breathe!
Clutching the fabric near my chest, I remind myself to breathe and be calm. There is no way in hell that man is the Alpha of this small town.
I tried so, so, hard, to find a country and a small pack just so I could hide my identity.
There are many Archers in the country.
There's a tiny chance that he's the Archer, the criminal that I knew in my past, my boss was talking about!
"No way..." I whispered, looking at the man outside the pizzeria.
But I know I was just fucking lying and convincing myself that it wasn't him.
The man I saw earlier was indeed him.
My mate that I rejected seven years ago.
His name is Archer Ellington.
The criminal Alpha that I loved.
The air was thick with tension as Archer and I pulled up to the address Caleb had given us—Blackthorn Street, number 48.My stomach churned with unease.The building loomed like a forgotten relic, its paint peeling and windows clouded with grime. It reeked of desperation, a place for people who had nowhere left to run.“This is it,” Archer said, his voice clipped as he swung off his bike.I followed him to the door, my pulse hammering in my ears.Every fiber of me screamed to turn around, to pull him back and tell him this wasn’t the way. But the fire in his eyes kept me moving forward.We climbed the narrow staircase to the second floor, the wood creaking beneath our weight. The door to Damien’s unit was ajar, hanging loose on its hinges.Archer didn’t hesitate. He pushed it open, and the stench hit me like a wave.The room was a mess—a chaotic mix of half-empty bottles, crumpled cigarette packs, and food containers spilling onto the floor.The walls were stained with grime, and the
Archer is back.Even thinking those words fills me with a strange feeling I can’t quite suppress.“I love you, Katrina,” he whispered, locking his lips on mine.“I love you too, Archer,” I whispered back, smiling ear to ear as he gave me his helmet.“Where are we going?” I asked, my brows furrowing as he hopped on his bike.“We’ll go to a date.”The bar is alive with energy when we arrive. Archer walks beside me, his broad shoulders cutting through the crowd like a ship parting waves.I can feel the stares, the whispers trailing behind us like smoke. His presence demands attention, and I can’t help but steal glances at him.“So, this is where the fun happens?” I tease, nudging him lightly.Archer smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Fun’s wherever we want it to be.”We settle at a table with his friends, a rowdy but oddly welcoming group. Laughter and banter fill the air, but it’s clear Archer is the centerpiece of the evening.Then some
Katrina.“They wouldn’t just leave. They wouldn’t…” Archer’s voice was barely audible, as if he couldn’t quite believe the words himself. His eyes were fixed ahead, lost in thoughts I couldn’t reach.I stepped closer, trying to offer some comfort, but he moved away, the distance between us growing. “I need to go and see our house,” he muttered, his voice strained.“I’ll go with you,” I said softly, knowing he didn’t have to face this alone.The drive to the Madsun Pack was heavy with silence. Archer sat beside me, stiff, his gaze locked on the passing trees but seeing none of them. I wanted to say something, but the weight of his past hung too thick between us.When we arrived, the house looked like it had been forgotten by time. Rusted metal lined the once-sturdy fence, and weeds choked the front yard. The windows, now dark and cracked, seemed to stare at us like empty eyes. I felt a chill crawl up my spine. Archer’s steps faltered as we approached, his breath coming in short, uneve
The thumbs-up from Katrina made me feel like I could breathe again, even in a place like this. It was such a small thing, really, but damn, it was like she was telling me without words, "You've got this." I smiled—couldn’t help it—and gave her a quick nod before the guards led me back inside. The sound of the doors slamming shut behind me was usually like nails in my brain, but today? Today, it didn’t feel as heavy.The cafeteria was its usual mess of noise and clattering trays. I grabbed my food—if you could call it that—and found a seat. Barely a minute in, and Lucifer leaned over, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.“Wow, your lawyer looks young and she’s good at handling your case! I’m so envious of you!”I chuckled, shaking my head, but before I could say anything, another guy, Damon, piped up.“I heard she’s the one who paid off the rest of your fees too. Must be nice, huh?”“Yeah, guess I got lucky.” I tried to sound casual, but it was more than luck. That girl really c
Archer.Years rotting in prison had changed me. The first week tasted like hell. I’d heard the rumors—living with real criminals wouldn’t be easy, and they were right. The moment they found out my sentence had been reduced to ten years, it became a game of survival.They didn’t like it. They didn’t like me.I was always trapped in some dark, secluded corner. The punches came in waves, followed by bruises so deep they felt permanent. My body almost gave out after my regular trips in and out of the prison clinic. That was the first few weeks, though—back when I still cared about my fate.But now? Now they treated me like a king. After I killed their Alpha in a duel, no one dared to touch me. Respect came swift, like blood flowing from a fresh wound.No one visited me, though. Not once. Trial after trial, I waited, hoping—maybe—Alpha Steven or Damien would come, give me a chance to break their faces, even for a moment. Just once.So when the guard stopped by, face hidden under his robe
“Let me explain myself, Katrina!” I stared at Damien, my chest tight with anger, disbelief swirling in my head. He was kneeling in front of me, like that would fix everything. Like his regret would magically erase the hell he put Archer through.“It was my fault!" Damien's voice cracked. "I let my father do it because it’s for my welfare! I know it was selfish to put Archer in prison instead of me.”My heart pounded. He looked at me like he was about to shatter, but I didn’t care. My blood boiled. Archer had suffered because of this—because of him."I took advantage of our similar face and body!" he confessed, his words spilling out in desperation. "But you know what’s more fucked up?! That fucking bastard is my brother! He’s my father’s missing biological son, Katrina. We’re twins!”I froze. My brain couldn’t process what he was saying fast enough. "What...?" My voice barely came out as a whisper. "Archer is... what?"“Alpha Steven’s son. My twin,” he repeated, his head hanging low







