LOGINNilah's Pov. “Will I be forced to stay here?” I scrutinised the expression on my father's face, waiting to see if he wanted to force me to stay here. “Lady Nilah, what are you talking about? You're the new Alpha, you have to…” “No, Asher.” My father cut in. "Let her go.” “But…” “Let her go,” my father repeated. "Asher, do not be a fool. Do you think a cage could hold a Sovereign who has just realized she has wings?" Asher bristled, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and tether me to the floor. "But the Council, My Lord... the anointing! If the rival factions catch wind that the heir has appeared and then vanished again, they will tear this place apart.” "Let them try," my father whispered, a ghostly, defiant smirk touching his pale lips. He turned his clouded, milky eyes back toward me. "She has a debt to collect. A shadow hangs over her heart, and until she carves it out with her own claws, she will never truly be the Alpha this pack needs. A Queen who ha
Nilah's Pov “The Sovereign’s Sight?” I repeated. “What is that?” I queried. “No, that's not the only question I have. You said my wolf was suppressed and if I didn't let it out, I could die. What do you mean by that? My wolf was suppressed?" In my last life, I had died from sickness and even though I didn't live that long, I never died from my wolf being suppressed, it was mostly from sickness. “It's exactly as I said, Nilah.” The old man… My father pressed on. “The moment you entered this room, I could tell. You've spent your life as an Omega, you were treated as one and you were told you didn't have a wolf, barely had a scent and anyone who could even smell you said you were an Omega. As you know now, you were never an Omega but rather, your wolf and your bloodline was suppressed.” “Suppressed?” I repeated, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I turned my gaze toward Asher, my voice low and dangerously sharp. "How is that possible? I lived for twenty-four years in that pack. I
Nilah's Pov. I took one step forward, my eyes never leaving the old man on the bed. I took another step, then another, and another. The more steps I took, the more my heart rammed against my ribcage. The more I could smell his scent, the scent of an Alpha, and the more my wolf stirred. When I reached him, I leaned down and as if pulled by an invisible force, I placed my forehead on his and it immediately felt like I was being pulled to the ground by some force. “Ugh!” I grunted, pain filling my throat. I could feel the blood bubbling in my throat, and I did everything to keep it down. This man was powerful, still is, so why is he so weak? If his aura could keep me down like this, even despite the fact that I had the strength of an omega now, why was he still so weak? Could he have been poisoned like I was? If that's the case, then who did it? Was this a conspiracy against him? “Focus, child.” His soft and soothing voice brought me out of my thoughts. I turned my gaze back to him,
Nilah's Pov The tension in the hallway was so thick it felt like a physical weight, pressing against my chest as I stared down the two girls who claimed to be my sisters. Their claws were fully extended now, the black tips gleaming under the blue vines of the ceiling. They looked ready to shred me to pieces right there on the floor. I was about to reach for the necklace, wondering if the legendary stone could protect me from physical claws, when a sound erupted that stopped everyone in their tracks. It was a racking cough. It was the sound of lungs fighting for a final, desperate gasp of air. The twins gasped in unison, their faces draining of all color. The arrogance and rage that had fueled their stance vanished instantly, replaced by a raw, frantic terror."Father!" the one on the left cried out.Without a second glance at me, they bolted toward the doors. As they rushed past, the twin on the right purposely slammed her shoulder into mine, a petty, forceful strike meant to shove
Nilah's Pov I stood there, rooted to the spot, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Asher, This place is so... beautiful." I whispered, my eyes tracking the pulsing blue vines that seemed to breathe along with the castle walls. Asher’s hand settled briefly on my shoulder, his expression stripping away the calmness he had worn moments ago. His eyes were shadowed with an urgency that made the hair on my arms stand up. "I will explain the history to you later, Nilah. But right now, we are out of time. We have to go. Now." His tone snapped me out of my trance. The awe was replaced by a sharp, cold spike of anxiety. I didn't know this man, my father, but he was the reason I was here, the reason the "stranger" had marked me, and the reason my wolf was finally waking up. "Alright. Let’s go," I said, my voice hardening. The iron doors didn't even need to be pushed; they groaned open as we approached. The moment we stepped into the foyer, a blast of cool, incense-laden air hit me. I want
Nilah's Pov The drive was silent, the only sound I could hear was the chirping of birds and also the engine of the car. I leaned my forehead against the cool, tinted glass of the window and beside me, Asher sat like silently, a serene expression on his face. What am I doing? The question looped in my head. Only hours ago, I was kissing a stranger at the balcony of the auction house and now, now, I was being whisked away in a vehicle that probably cost more than my old research lab, told that I was the rightful heir to a throne I didn't even know existed. Was I really the Alpha of the legendary Silver-Moon Pack? Or was I walking straight into a beautifully gilded trap? I was still a bit skeptical, even with all the evidence that Asher had laid down for me. What if I was about to get kidnapped? What if I was being trafficked? What if Kendrick was right and I was just setting myself up? Different scenarios went on in my head and I almost dropped from the car then and there. Bu







