LOGINChapter 3: Waking to a Stranger’s World
Nora’s POV My eyes fluttered open slowly. A sharp ache spread through my body, but something soft cradled me. Where am I? I blinked, trying to focus. White walls. A small room with a window letting in pale light. I tried to sit up. Pain flared in my ankle. I bit my lip and leaned back. Suddenly, a soft knock came at the door. The door opened quietly, and a woman walked in. She smiled gently. “Ah, you’re awake. Good.” I looked at her, confusion clouding my mind. “Where… where am I?” I whispered, my voice weak. The woman stepped closer. “You’re safe here,” she said. “I’m the healer.” I frowned. “Who… who brought me here?” She paused, then answered, “The Alpha.” “Alpha?” I repeated slowly. She nodded. “Yes. His name is Axel. He found you in the forest.” My heart jumped. Axel? The man I had never met… the stranger who saved me. I tried to remember what happened after I ran away. The forest. The rogues. That powerful man who appeared out of nowhere. I looked at the healer again. “What… what kind of man is he?” The healer smiled faintly, but there was sadness in her eyes. “Axel is the Alpha of this pack. The strongest, the most feared.” I swallowed hard. “Feared?” “Yes.” She nodded. “He is cold. Hard. Since he lost his mate, he barely speaks to anyone.” I blinked, surprised. “Lost his mate?” The healer’s eyes darkened a little. “Yes. Her name was Lilian. He loved her deeply. But she is gone.” I felt a strange ache in my chest. The woman continued, I could remember him calling Lillian, so? “The Alpha doesn’t help others often. He is focused on the pack and protecting it. He doesn’t show kindness easily.” I bit my lip, thinking back to yesterday. He wasn’t cold when he saved me. Not at all. But now, I was here, in his world. A strange place that didn’t feel safe at all. I looked at the healer, my voice trembling, “Will he come back?” The healer shook her head gently. “You are in the pack house, though not near the Alpha’s quarters or his room. It’s safer here for now.” I looked at the healer, my voice trembling, "Will he come back?" The healer slowly shook her head. "You are in the pack house, though not close to the quarter or is room." I felt a shiver slither down the back of my neck. "Should I… stay here?" I whispered. She sighed and nodded. "For now, yes. Safer than being out there by yourself." I nodded slowly. The healer took out a small bowl and some cloth. "Let me disinfect your wounds and change your bandages." I didn't move, the chill of the cloth against my skin making me shiver. She finished and stepped closer, her voice low. "Listen carefully, Nora. Axel is not someone to be underestimated." I glared up at her. "How did you know my name?" She smiled gently. "The Alpha told me to watch you. And you're lucky he saved you at all." I gulped down a hard swallow. "Why am I fortunate?" "Because Axel never helps anyone. Not even women. Since his mate died, he's been alone." I recalled the male who had saved me. Hard, taciturn. Unlike the sadistic Alpha who had rejected me beforehand. But in this place, I was not safe. The healer made one final warning. "Keep your back covered, Nora. Make no mistakes. You don't want to be a thorn in the Alpha's side." I slowly nodded, fear crawling into my heart. The healer stood up and moved towards the door. "If you need something, call for me." I was left alone, staring at the white walls. My savior who saved me was the most feared Alpha in the land. And I was trapped in his frosty world.Chapter 232 – Auren AscendsHis POVAuren stood atop the cliffs overlooking the valley, the wind whipping through his hair, tugging at the edges of his tunic. His eyes, sharp and golden, mirrored the sunlight that spilled across the forest below. From this vantage point, he could see the borders of the territory his parents had so carefully built—a land of strength, unity, and history. Yet, even as the sun bathed the pack’s grounds in warm light, he felt the tension that lingered like a shadow.He was the Alpha now, though not yet crowned. The weight of that title pressed heavily against his shoulders, heavier than any armor, heavier than the scars he bore from his training. Axel and Nora had raised him to be strong, to wield his gifts responsibly, but Auren knew that power alone was not enough. Respect and loyalty were earned, and there were wolves who already whispered doubts behind closed doors. Some elders muttered about his age, some warriors wondered if he had the strength of mi
Chapter 231 The forest was quiet, but to Auren, silence carried weight. It carried whispers, judgments, and the unspoken questions of every wolf in the surrounding packs. Standing atop the ridge overlooking his territory, he breathed deeply, feeling the wind ruffle his dark hair and brush against the edges of his cloak. His parents had taught him well: strength was not only in muscle and claw but in perception, in patience, in knowing when to strike and when to wait.Auren had grown into a formidable young man, his aura already hinting at the power he had inherited from both his mother and his father. The golden gleam in his eyes—like the mate bond that had bound his parents—was unmistakable. It radiated authority, promise, and the subtle hum of an untapped energy waiting to be unleashed. Yet, despite the confidence that came naturally to him, a storm brewed beyond the borders of the forest: political doubt.Even within his own pack, some wolves eyed him with suspicion. “Too young,”
Chapter 230Auren stood atop the high cliff overlooking the valley, the first light of dawn casting gold across the forest. His chest swelled with pride—not the kind of arrogance that comes from power, but the quiet, steady pride of one who knows the weight of responsibility. Every muscle in his body was honed from years of training, his senses sharp as a wolf’s, his mind steady like his father’s. And yet, the bond to his parents—the lessons, the love, and the legacy of his father’s strength and his mother’s untamed power—flowed through him like a river, shaping him, tempering him, guiding him.The pack waited below, their murmurs rising on the wind. Auren could feel them all—the loyal ones, the hesitant ones, the whispers of doubt, and the curiosity of those who had watched him grow from the boy who had once been cradled in his mother’s arms to this young man standing ready to claim his place. Each heartbeat was a reminder: he carried not only the power of his lineage but the expecta
Chapter 221 — Auren’s First War as Future AlphaHis POVThe moment the council scattered after questioning my legitimacy, I thought the tension would settle. I thought the whispers would fade, and the pack would slowly fall back into harmony.I was wrong.The challenge came faster than thunder.At dawn, the horns sounded—three sharp blasts carrying across the valley. War horns. My heart hammered once, solid and heavy, like it knew what was coming.A scout sprinted into the courtyard, face pale, chest heaving.“Alpha—future Alpha—Auren… they’re here. The Ironfang alliance. More than one pack.”My stomach tightened, but my voice stayed steady.“How many?”“Three packs… maybe four. They say your display of power yesterday was ‘an act of aggression’ and they’re answering it with force.”Of course.Strength commands respect, but it also awakens fear.And fear creates enemies.I nodded. “Prepare the warriors. Form the first and second defensive lines.”The scout bowed and ran.Behind him, I
Chapter 228The morning sun barely kissed the horizon when Auren stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley that his pack now called home. The wind tugged at his hair, but it did not unsettle him; instead, it carried with it the weight of expectation, of legacy, and the silent judgment of those who still doubted him. Twenty years had passed since his birth, and every day since had been a lesson in survival, strategy, and strength. He had inherited his mother’s piercing aura and his father’s unyielding fortitude—gifts that, when combined, made him extraordinary, but also marked him as a target.His pack members had gathered at the base of the cliff, some kneeling instinctively, some standing rigid with caution. He could feel their whispers even without turning—questions about his age, his experience, their loyalty wavering. The political unrest had been simmering for weeks; Auren had sensed it through subtle cues, the slight hesitation in commands, the secret glances exchang
Chapter 227 – The HillAuren stood at the crest of the hill overlooking the council grounds, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths. The wind whipped through his dark hair, carrying the scents of the surrounding forests and the faint tension of the packs gathered below. Even from this distance, he could sense the murmur of doubts and whispers—the subtle questioning of his age, his experience, his legitimacy. But he would not falter. He had trained for this moment for years under the watchful eyes of his parents, Axel and Nora, learning not only to fight but to lead, to read people, to understand the fragile web of loyalty and ambition that wove through the wolf world.He shifted his stance, letting the bond with his parents flow through him. He could feel their pride, their quiet encouragement, and even the echo of their warnings. The bond was a warm anchor in the storm of uncertainty. His mother’s patience, his father’s strength—they were now a part of him, their legacy f







