Mag-log inMorning came quietly over Red Moon Pack, the first peaceful morning Amelia had experienced in what felt like an eternity. Soft rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting pale golden streaks across the bedroom floor. Amelia slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times as she adjusted to the brightness. For a few seconds, she remained still, her mind hazy with sleep as she tried to remember where she was. Then she felt the warmth beside her. Her eyes drifted to the other side of the bed, and a small smile immediately touched her lips when she saw Aiden sitting at the edge of the mattress. He was holding a tray filled with breakfast, and the moment their eyes met, his face broke into a warm smile. “Good morning,” Aiden said softly. “Good morning,” Amelia replied, her voice still heavy with sleep. She pushed herself upright, pulling the blanket around herself as her eyes moved to the tray in his hands. “You brought me breakfast?” “I did.” Aiden lifted the t
He gently brushed his thumb against her cheek. “But I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for. We’ve been through too much already. If we’re going to start again, I want us to do it properly. I want you to choose this because you truly want it, not because the bond is pulling you toward me. We’ll move at your pace.” Amelia stared into his eyes. For a moment, she said nothing. Then she reached for his hand. “I want this,” she whispered. Aiden’s breathing faltered. “Amelia…” His voice carried a warning, but there was no anger in it. He closed his eyes briefly, fighting against the heat spreading through his body. “I want this, Aiden,” she repeated, her voice steadier this time. “I want you. And I love you.” His eyes opened. The words struck him harder than any blow could have. “You… love me?” “I never stopped.” Whatever restraint Aiden had been holding onto finally broke. He pulled her toward himself and crashed his mouth against hers,
His eyes moved slowly across her face. From her eyes, down the bridge of her nose, and finally to her lips. Her lips. They looked impossibly soft, and For one dangerous second, Aiden imagined what it would feel like to claim them again… to taste her, to lose himself in her. His jaw tightened. He immediately looked away. No. He couldn’t do this. They had agreed to remain friends, and he wasn’t going to violate the boundary they had established simply because his feelings were difficult to control. He didn’t want to pressure her or make her uncomfortable. He didn’t want to do anything that might cause Amelia to pull away from him again. He took a slow breath. “I should probably let you rest,” Aiden said, taking a small step backward. “If you need anything, I’ll be…” But Amelia wasn’t really listening anymore. Her wolf had awakened. She could feel the familiar pull between them, stronger than it had been in years. It wasn’t simply desire. It was the bond, the
Dinner was finally over, and Amelia had retreated to her room, desperately needing a moment alone with her thoughts. She stood beside the large window, her arms loosely folded across her chest as she stared into the dark woods beyond the house. Moonlight filtered through the trees, casting pale shadows across the forest floor, but Amelia barely noticed the view. Her mind was still trapped in everything that had happened in Red Moon Pack. The sickness that had nearly destroyed the pack, the cure she had finally discovered, the truth about her mother, the loss of her father, Beta Greg, Beta Kael, and Damien. Her mind moved from one painful memory to another, refusing to give her any peace. Then there was the True Alpha power…the terrifying force that had awakened inside her and nearly consumed her completely. She remembered how close she had come to killing Aiden, how helpless she had felt while her own power threatened to take control of her body and mind. Amelia slowly exh
“My boy,” Aiden whispered emotionally. He pushed his chair back and stood. Walking toward Arthur, Aiden gently kissed the top of his hair before ruffling it affectionately. He then pulled out the chair beside his son and sat down. Arthur leaned against him happily. Amelia watched them quietly, and warmth spread through her chest. The resemblance between them was almost unbelievable. Sometimes she couldn’t help feeling slightly jealous because Arthur seemed to have inherited almost everything from Aiden…his eyes, his expressions, even some of his mannerisms. She let out a quiet sigh, but the smile remained on her face. Then she remembered there was still something else she needed to tell them. “Well, there’s something else too,” Amelia said. Everyone turned toward her again. Arthur looked at her expectantly, while Aiden already seemed to have an idea of what she was about to say. “Okay, I know this is going to sound a little crazy, especially to you, Gloria, so brac
“Who is he, Mom?” Arthur asked eagerly. Amelia looked at her son, then slowly turned her gaze toward Aiden before looking back at Arthur. “Alpha Aiden is your father.” The words had barely left Amelia’s mouth before Arthur shot out of his chair with excitement. “Yes! I knew it! I knew I was right!” Arthur shouted, practically bouncing in his seat. Amelia blinked several times, completely caught off guard by his reaction. “You knew?” she asked, genuine confusion written across her face. “Since when did you know?” Arthur grinned proudly, looking as though he had just solved the greatest mystery of his life. “I had a gut feeling from the moment I met Alpha Aiden,” Arthur explained. “I mean, look at us. We look so much alike. Our eyes, our faces, everything! And you and Alpha Aiden already had a history, so I started thinking about it. I wasn’t completely sure, though, so I had to ask for help.” He paused, and his gaze slowly moved toward James. “I asked Beta James t
“What’s this for?” James asked, wincing as he wiped the blood from his nose.“For giving her a new apartment,” Aiden snapped, his voice low and dangerous. “It’s still dangerous for her to be out there while Dante is roaming free. You’re supposed to be my Beta, but lately, you seem more like her Bet
Why did I let him in? Why did I wash his clothes? What is wrong with you, Cassia? she asked herself, confusion thick in her voice as she stared at the hanger one last time.She left the laundry room and headed back to her bedroom. Curling on the bed, she tried to force herself to sleep, but it refu
The laughter in the dining room faded when both mother and son finally noticed Aiden standing at the stairs. Cassia’s smile slipped away in an instant, leaving only Arthur’s grin untouched. Cassia’s eyes locked on Aiden’s, and for a fleeting second, time froze. Images of waking up in his arms, of
“Good night…” Aiden muttered, voice heavy.Cassia didn’t answer. She turned to leave only for Arthur’s piercing scream to slice through the silence.Her blood ran cold. Fear tore through her spine like ice water. Her head snapped toward the stairs, eyes wide with horror.She and Aiden locked gazes







