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Chapter 1 — Five Years Gone
It was only a matter of time before I would be forced to face him again. Five years of living in the human world masking my scent. Five years of misery, missing my parents and brother. Five years of heart ache after he rejected me for another woman in front of the entire pack. His promises of protecting me, cherishing me and telling me I would be his Luna. Nothing but lies. After Adrian rejected me, I left the pack rejecting the alpha, not my family or my friends. They supported me and were none too happy when he went back on his word to me and chose that she bitch over me. Aldrich, his father the former alpha, was not pleased either but he was unable to change his son’s mind about rejecting me. So I left and never looked back. Five years I built a life for myself. I slowly recovered from the rejection and I and my wolf Sylvie’s bond became that much stronger. I acquired the necessary skills to work in the human world and became successful at what I did and was finally able to open my own bakery. I was in the back when the door sensor alerted me someone had come in to the bakery. A familiar scent wafted above the bread baking and my stomach clenched. It was my brother, Elias. “How the hell did he find me?” I muttered. I wiped my hands and went front to meet him. I came through the double doors and approached the counter. He stood there looking as if he wanted to buy something, but his scent and posture said otherwise. He raised his head up and looked at me. That’s when I saw the jagged scar on his left cheek. I hissed when I saw it. “Who the hell did that?” I asked. “The family was attacked two weeks ago,” he said. I looked at him coolly. “And what has that got to do with me?” He waited until my assistant had finished. “Luna Sarena sold us out. Alpha Aldrich is critically injured. It took me this long to find you to let you know, Alara.” I looked at my brother with a steely gaze. I did not want to be harsh with him, but he was the Adrian's Beta and I knew why he was here. To bring me back and perform my healing duties for Alpha Aldrich. “The pack has plenty of healers that are capable to heal the old alpha.” My brother winced when I said that. He knew I had caught the lie. I knew immediately that the old dog was alright. That had been the lure to bring me into Adrian’s trap. “Brother, the truth. Spit it out now or leave and never bother me with family business again.” His next words were rushed. “It’s true the Luna betrayed us and when Alpha Aldrich found out, he went berserk and killed her without trial. He also suffered critical wounds in the fight.” The she‑bitch got what she deserved. Karma can be quite cold. “Alara, Adrian knows he was wrong when he rejected you, his fated mate. He has not been himself since your rejection or that bitch’s betrayal.” His eyes plead with mine to come back with him. Another customer comes in and I go over to them and hand them their order and take payment. I make my brother wait for my answer. I let my assistant off for lunch and lock the front of the store and turn off the open sign. “And again what has any of what happened with the family have to do with me?” I asked again. “The pack needs you. Most of the healers were killed protecting the Moon Healing Temple. And… Adrian wants your forgiveness,” he said. Sylvie’s hackles rise and it makes me stiffen my spine. My brother flinches as he feels her aura for the first time. “Forgiveness!? He betrayed his oaths to me, he rejected me at our mating ceremony and he wants to ask for my forgiveness? The Moon Goddess only blesses you once in a lifetime a fated mate, Elias. I will probably never get a chance at a second fated mate.” He winces as I and Sylvie rage at what that bastard Adrian wanted from me. I continued my tirade, my brother taking the full brunt of my pain and suffering those first two years after I had left. “Two years Sylvie wanted to die because of him. Two years I fought to keep her alive after the rejection. I finally now have some peace with what I have built and you come in here as his beta, not my brother, and ask me to come back and forgive him. I would think, Elias, that you would support me over him. I’m blood, not obligation.” He lowers his head as I remind him that family always came first with us. I stride over to the door of the bakery and unlock it. I sharply look at him and point to the door. “Beta, return to your alpha. Tell him if he wants forgiveness, then he needs to speak with the Moon Goddess herself. I have none to give him. Now… GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK.” I may be an omega, but Elias knows when to stop pushing me. His shoulders sag in defeat. He knows Adrian is not going to like the fact that I refused his summons. I really don’t give a damn.Chaiter 82---The Nightvhis Aura BrokeMom and Dad didn't hesitate. The moment Aldrich’s voice cut through the night—sharp, urgent—they were already moving. Sylvie surged under my skin, pacing, anxious, pushing me forward.I followed, but my mother stopped me with a firm hand.“You’re too close to the patient, Alara.” Her tone was calm, absolute. “Let me and Jason handle it.”I froze mid-step.Too close. Too bonded. Too dangerous for Adrian in his condition.Jason nodded once, already moving past us with blankets and his medical kit. “We’ll stabilize him. Aldrich has him.”Chase appeared at my side, breath uneven from running. “I’ll stay with her,” he told my mother. “Go.”Lira squeezed my arm once—steady, grounding—and then she and Jason sprinted toward the tent.I stayed where she told me to stay. Not because I wanted to. Because I had to.The tent flap kept moving—shadows shifting inside, voices low and urgent. Every instinct in me screamed to go in, to push past them, to get to Ad
Chapter 81---The Night Truth Broke OpenI stepped back from Adrian, the weight of everything he’d finally said settling over me like dust after a collapse. The tent felt too small, too tight, too full of truths that had taken five years to surface.Aldrich watched me, unreadable. Adrian didn’t try to stop me. He couldn’t—not after admitting what he had.I pushed the tent flap aside and stepped into the night air.Elias stood exactly where he always did—shoulders squared, posture alert, eyes tracking the perimeter like he could sense threats before they formed. He didn’t look surprised to see me, nor did he look away.I stopped in front of him. “Tell me the truth.”His jaw tightened. “About what?”“About Sarena.” My voice didn’t shake. “Did you know anything? Anything at all about her forcing Adrian to reject me?”Elias didn’t hesitate. Not even for a heartbeat.“If I had known,” he said, voice low and sharp, “you would be Luna right now.” His eyes burned, not with pity—never pity—but
Chapter 80---The Memeory That Haunts HimFestival lights still glowed across the clearing—lanterns swaying in the late-night breeze, music fading into tired rhythms, wolves drifting home after the second night’s celebrations. But out here, beside the medical tent, the world felt wrong.Too quiet. Too still. Like the night remembered what we were trying to forget.I stood outside the canvas flap, listening to the muffled voices inside—Adrian, Alara, Aldrich. Truths finally being dragged into the open. But my mind wasn’t here.It was back at the temple.Back in the smoke. Back in the screaming. Back in the moment everything almost ended.The scent of roasted festival food drifted through the air, but all I could smell was burning wood and blood. The drums thumped faintly in the distance, but all I could hear was stone collapsing.And Sarena’s betrayal.She wasn’t feral. She wasn’t overwhelmed. She wasn’t confused.She chose it.She opened the temple doors to rogue wolves. She guided the
CHAPTER 79---The Summons Written in BloodNo one in Crescent Moon had known where I went after the rejection. Not my parents. Not the elders. Not Adrian. I made sure of it. I left without a trace, without a goodbye, without anything that could be followed.Five years of silence. Five years of distance. Five years of rebuilding myself somewhere no one could reach me.Seattle had been my refuge. My anonymity. My freedom.Until Mateo saw me.I still remembered the moment he walked into my bakery—Gamma Mateo, Adrian’s shadow, the wolf who never missed anything. He didn’t approach me. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even let me see recognition in his eyes.He just left.And weeks later, Crescent Moon was attacked.I stared at Adrian now, the truth finally laid bare between us. "You didn’t know where I went," I said. "No one did."Adrian’s breath hitched, the wolf flickering under his skin."You didn’t find me," I continued. "Mateo did. By accident. In Seattle."Adrian’s eyes widened—just slight
Chapter 78---The Truthe Behind Her SummonsAdrian’s words hit like a blade to the gut.She threatened you.I felt the ground tilt under me, the air in the tent shifting, tightening, turning sharp. Drago’s—Adrian’s—body convulsed again, the wolf snarling as the human mind clawed for the surface. The shift was wrong. Violent. Forced. I’d seen wolves lose control before, but never like this. Never my son.I kept my hand braced on his shoulder, grounding him, dominance steady and controlled. “Adrian. Look at me.”His eyes flickered—gold, brown, gold—fighting, breaking. The wolf snarled, but the human voice forced itself through again, raw and shaking.“She said… she’d hurt her…”My jaw locked. Her. Alara.A cold fury slid through my veins, slow and lethal. Sarena. That girl had always been trouble, but this—this was rot. Manipulation. Threats. Forcing a rejection? Forcing my son to break fate itself?I leaned closer, voice low, alpha-deep. “Adrian. Tell me exactly what she did.”His body
Chapter 77.---What Sarena Tried to Bury The silence inside the tent felt heavier than Drago’s body—thick, pressing, almost suffocating. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs, too loud in the stillness. Drago didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He didn’t breathe in a way that looked human. He waited like time itself had bowed to him.Aldrich stepped forward, shoulders squared, dominance settling around him like a mantle. His hand didn’t tremble; it hovered near my arm with purpose, steady and protective. “Alara… think before you do this.”Drago’s ear twitched, the smallest shift, but Aldrich didn’t freeze. He held his ground, jaw tight, gaze sharp. The wolf’s eyes stayed locked on mine, unbroken, unwavering, burning with something that wasn’t anger anymore.Expectation.“Say it,” Drago murmured, voice low enough that the ground vibrated beneath my feet. “Or walk away.”Walk away. From the truth. From the wound. From the five years of silence.My throat tightened. “If I say it… what happens?”







