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On the bustling night streets of Duskdale, Amber Cross made her way home from the hospital, a bright smile stretching across her face as she held a brown envelope tightly against her chest.
The doctor’s words echoed joyfully in her mind, “Congratulations, Mrs. Cross. You’re two weeks pregnant!”
Amber let out a soft squeal of happiness, her fingers trembling with excitement as she gently rubbed her stomach.
As Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, humiliation had always been part of the package. Married to Alpha Damon—heir to a billion dollar empire and leader of one of the most powerful packs in the region. Yet, in the eyes of the pack members, she was still just a lowly omega who married up.
And Damon?
He had never truly loved her.
The only reason he agreed to the marriage was the mate bond. There was no affection. No warmth. Just duty.
But now, with this pregnancy coming her way, Amber couldn't help but hope it might change everything.
Her heart pounded as she reached the pack house.
With a soft push, she opened the front door and stepped inside, only to be greeted by the unmistakable sound of moans coming from upstairs.
A knot tightened in her chest, her legs barely holding her up.
She clutched the envelope closer, her fingers trembling.
Damon? Having sex?
No, that couldn’t be right.
But deep down, she already knew.
The sounds echoing through the house left little room for doubt.
Still, like a fool grasping at denial, she moved up the stairs, each step heavier than the last, each breath harder to take.
Please let me be wrong. Please let this be some awful misunderstanding. She prayed silently.
But the closer she got, the louder the moans became.
Raw.
Unmistakable.
Her heart pounded like thunder in her chest.
She reached the bedroom door.
And then she heard it, clear as day;
Flesh slapping against flesh.
Breathless grunts.
"Ahh.... Faster!" A female voice screamed.
"Fuck me Damon!" Still the female voice
"I want it rough!"
Unable to take it any longer, Amber pushed the door open, her hands flying to her mouth in shock at the sight before her.
On the bed was her husband, Alpha Damon, naked and ramming hard into the blonde haired girl moaning loudly beneath him.
His hands gripped her tender boobs tightly, oblivious to the fact that Amber was right there at the door, watching.
"Oh I love it so much Bel!" Damon groaned, thrusting harder.
Amber felt the air drained from her lungs. Each thrust a painful stab to her heart.
"Da... Damon?" She managed to call, the tears escaping her eyes.
"Amber... "
Damon hissed as his eyes fell on her.
With a grunt, Damon roughly pulled out from the girl and pushed her naked butt from him before slipping into his pants.
"Why did you stop Damon? I said I want it rough!" The girl who didn't know why Damon abruptly stopped when she was about to climax asked, standing up from the bed.
Amber's eyes went wide as they fell on her.
Bella Blaine.
Damon’s ex girlfriend.
She had left the pack the moment she found out Amber was his fated mate.
So what was she doing here now?
Amber’s voice trembled as pain and betrayal surged through her chest.
“How could you do this to me?” she whispered, her heart cracking with every word.
Was this really the man she had fallen in love with? The same man she had sacrificed everything for?
Damon’s face remained indifferent, cold.
“Oh, spare me the pity act, Amber. You’ve always known I never loved you.” He scoffed. “Three years and not even a kiss right? That didn’t tell you anything?”
Bella let out a laugh, sharp and cruel.
She leaned forward with a wicked grin.
“You’re just a leech, Amber. Did you really think Damon would ever be satisfied with a pathetic omega like you?”
She spat the words bitterly as she stood, slipping on an oversized shirt... Damon’s shirt. It was obvious from the way it hung on her.
Amber couldn’t speak. Her throat was tight. Her hands trembled as she clutched the envelope closer to her chest.
“You see, Amber…” Damon began, his tone dripping with ice as he walked over to Bella, wrapping his arms possessively around her waist.
“Bella has always been the one for me. The only reason I stayed in the marriage was because I needed you to secure my position with the Alpha Council. Now that I’ve got what I need, there’s no use for you anymore.”
His words were like knives.
Fresh tears welled in Amber's eyes.
She clutched the envelope tighter.
She had always known he didn't love her, but still, they were married.
They were fated, bound by the moon goddess herself.
Swallowing her pride, she stepped forward and held out the envelope, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Take a look at this… I’m—”
“The marriage ends here,” Damon cut in coldly.
Amber blink back in shock
“W... what?”
His voice rose, sharp and final.
“Are you deaf? I said the marriage is over.” Then without hesitation, he growled, “From this moment on, I, Damon Cross, reject you, Amber Smith, as my mate.”
The pain hit her like a crashing wave.
Amber clutched her chest as the bond tore violently within her. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.
The rejection hurt a thousand times more than his betrayal ever could.
She reached for his hand, praying for even the smallest sign of compassion.
But Damon looked down at her with disdain, then turned and walked away without a word.
Bella followed, but paused when she noticed the envelope lying on the floor.
She picked it up and tore it open before Amber could stop her.
Her face twisted with shock as she scanned the contents.
“You’re... pregnant?” she asked, stunned.
Amber didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Not with how weak she'd gotten.
Bella’s expression quickly shifted from disbelief to rage.
“How dare you try to sabotage our relationship with this fake paper?” she hissed, ripping the document into pieces and letting them fall like confetti around Amber’s broken form.
She leaned down, her eyes filled with scorn.
“Don’t you dare say a word of this to Damon. If you do, I swear you’ll regret it.”
Then she straightened,
tossed her hair, and walked out, slamming the door behind her.
Amber remained on the floor, silent, shattered.
Her heart torn.
Her world... destroyed.
"We've been waiting for you."The man voice was soft, yet filled with an ancient weight. It coiled around Damon, seeping into his bones and filling him with dread.Despite himself, Damon shivered.There was power in this man's presence. Raw.Undeniable.He could feel it seeping deep inside his bones."Who are you?" Damon asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them.The man's lips curved slightly, though it was not quite a smile."Lucian Ashborne."Damon froze.He'd heard that name before.Killian Ashborne—the rumoured Alpha, leader of the white wolf pack and keeper of the ancient artifacts.A man feared and revered in equal measure.And if his guess was right, then the man standing before him was Killian's son."Relax, child," Lucian said calmly, his voice measured, deliberate, as he took off his mask. "I'm not going to hurt you."Damon flinched at the word.Hurt.The man before him looked ten years younger than he was. And yet, there was something about him that told him
Amber felt the world tilt off its axis, her legs giving out beneath her. Jake caught her before she could hit the ground, his strong arms wrapping around her, steady and firm. "Are you okay?" he asked, worry threading through his voice. Amber couldn't answer. Couldn't think. She pulled away and reached for the sofa, sinking onto it as her chest tightened. An unsettling wave of deja vu washed over her. Once again, Damon was missing. Only this time, it wasn't a car crash. It was worse. A fucking plane crash. Just then, Jake's phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and answered, his eyes flicking toward Amber before he turned and walked toward the door. His brows knitted as the seconds dragged on. Amber couldn't hear what was being said, but she didn't need to, the tightening of his jaw told her enough. It was bad. Very bad. "Okay," Jake said finally, his grip on the phone tightening. "I'll wrap things up and get back to you." The line went dead. He drew i
Damon woke to silence. Not the calm kind—the heavy, unnatural kind that pressed against his ears until they rang. For a moment, he couldn't move. Couldn't think. His body felt buried beneath itself, limbs too heavy to answer him. The air reeked of burnt metal and pine sap, sharp enough to sting his lungs when he dragged in a breath. Then the pain came. It rolled through him in slow waves, retreating just enough to let him stay conscious. He groaned and turned his head, his cheek scraping against damp soil and ash. Towering trees loomed above him, their trunks split and blackened, branches torn away as if something massive had plowed straight through them. He rubbed his forehead, trying to piece the events that got him here. Slowly, it came... Leaving Hawaii. The stewardess. The engine failure. The captain's voice. The shift. Then... Nothing. Damon pushed himself up and froze. His skin was bare. He wasn't putting on any clothes. The transformation must have burned through every
Amber sat frozen on the sofa, counting the frantic beats of her heart as they slammed against her ribs when a knock sounded on the door.She sprang to her feet and hurried towards the door, dread curling in her stomach. Jessie stood outside, worry etched deeply across her face."Hey, babe." she said, pulling Amber into a hug before pulling back."Still no word from him?""No," Amber answered, glancing down at the phone in her hands, "I've called him a dozen time since yesterday and he still hasn't answered."Jessie sighed, shaking her head. "I'm sure he's just busy. Did he say where he was going?"Amber shook her head. "No, he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I asked. But I have a feeling that something's wrong, Jess. You should've seen his face after that call. He looked so sad... and angry. And it's been over a day now, and he still isn't back."Jessie offered a small, understanding smile. "I'm sure everything's fine. He's probably on his way back as we speak."Amber managed a we
Damon checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time since boarding the plane. Barely two hours had passed since he left Hawaii, which meant there were still nine hours to go before he reached New York. "Fuck," he cussed, reaching into the compartment and pulling out a miniature bottle of whiskey and a glass. He poured a small amount, taking a quick swig. The liquor burned on the way down, flooding his chest with warmth, but not enough to quell the turmoil churning inside him. A few moments after ending the call with Magnus, Damon had phoned Jake and told him everything, ordering him to go straight to Amber's house and protect her and the kids. Then he'd called Blake, instructing him to gather every man they had and bring them back to the pack. He didn't know whether Magnus had been telling the truth, but if there was even the slightest chance that he was, the pack would need every fighter they could muster. And he could only hope and pray that Blake be able to hold th
Two Hours LaterThe surgeon stepped out, pulling off his gloves. Damon stood instantly, his eyes fixed on the man's face."Doctor?"The doctor gave a tired but reassuring nod. "He's stable. We managed to stop the internal bleeding, but I can't say when or if he will regain consciousness. He survived severe trauma, broken ribs, extensive wounds, and significant blood loss. Frankly, it's a miracle he's even alive." He paused, then added, "there are also signs of poisoning." The doctor sighed. "We've done all we can. The rest I sup to him now."Vicky broke down in sobs as the words sank in.Damon remained motionless, his fists clenched tightly at his sides."Thank you," he said quietlyThe doctor nodded. "We're moving him to a private room. You'll be able to see him shortly." With that, he turned and walked away.Damon placed a steady hand on Vicky's shoulder, squeezing gently. "He's going to be fine, Vee." His voice hardened slightly. "And Magnus… I promise you, he'll pay for this."Vic







