LOGINChapter 2 — The Beta’s Burden
I walked into the bakery that Adrian told me was owned by my sister. He sent me all the way to the west coast to bring Alara back. He said it was for the pack. I knew better. But orders are orders. I warned him she might not come. He sent me anyway. The bell over the door chimed softly as I stepped inside. Warm air rolled over me, thick with the scent of fresh bread, honey, cinnamon, and something uniquely hers — the quiet peace she had carved out for herself. I stood in the retail section of the bakery, staring at the rows of artisan loaves and pastries lining the shelves. She made a name for herself out here. A real life. A good one. I had a strong suspicion she wasn’t going to give it up. But I had to try. For the pack’s sake. The double doors to the production room swung open, and my sister stepped onto the sales floor. Alara approached the counter and stayed behind it, putting a barrier between us that felt more symbolic than physical. She hissed when she saw the scar on my face. “Who the hell did that?” Her voice was sharp, protective, furious — everything she used to be before the rejection hollowed her out. “The family was attacked two weeks ago,” I said. She stared at me coolly, her expression unreadable. “And what has that got to do with me?” She waited until her assistant finished helping a customer before giving me her full attention. Even then, she didn’t soften. “Luna Sarena sold us out. Alpha Aldrich is critically injured. It took me this long to find you and let you know, Alara.” Her eyes narrowed. She knew exactly why I was here. She knew exactly who sent me. “The pack has plenty of healers capable of healing the old alpha.” I winced. She caught the lie instantly. She always did. The old dog was fine — this was Adrian’s trap, and we both knew it. “Brother, the truth. Spit it out now or leave and never bother me with family business again.” I swallowed hard. “It’s true the Luna betrayed us. When Alpha Aldrich found out, he went berserk and killed her without trial. He also suffered critical wounds in the fight.” Her jaw tightened. “The she‑bitch got what she deserved.” I nodded. “Alara… Adrian knows he was wrong when he rejected you. His fated mate. He hasn’t been himself since your rejection or her betrayal.” Her eyes flashed with pain and fury. Sylvie’s aura rolled off her in a wave that made my wolf flatten in submission. I had never felt her wolf before. She had been born wolfless. “Forgiveness?” she spat. “He betrayed his oaths to me. He rejected me at our mating ceremony. And now he wants forgiveness? The Moon Goddess only blesses you once in a lifetime with a fated mate, Elias. I will probably never get a second chance.” Her voice cracked, but she didn’t cry. She never cried. “Two years Sylvie wanted to die because of him,” she said, her voice trembling with rage. “Two years I fought to keep her alive after the rejection. And now you come in here as his beta — not my brother — and ask me to forgive him? I’m blood, Elias. Not obligation.” I lowered my head. She was right. Family always came first. And I had failed her. She strode to the door, unlocked it, and pointed outside. “Beta, return to your alpha. Tell him if he wants forgiveness, he can speak to the Moon Goddess herself. I have none to give him. Now… GET OUT AND NEVER COME BACK.” Her voice cracked like a whip. My shoulders sagged. Adrian wasn’t going to like this, but I didn’t care. She deserved better. I stepped outside and watched her lock the door behind me. She didn’t look back. I didn’t bother calling Adrian. He’d know the moment I returned to the territory. I checked my phone for my flight time. Delayed until this evening. Figures. I walked down to the coffee shop on the corner and ordered a cup of coffee and a pastry. I chuckled when I realized they served her bakery’s goods. I sat by the window, sipping my coffee, nibbling the pastry. It was damn good. My wolf pressed forward in my mind, restless. Her wolf came the day of the ceremony. She was going to surprise the alpha. But he rejected her. By the Goddess… no wonder she didn’t say anything. Adrian thought she was a wolfless Omega. I don’t blame her for leaving. And I should have let him suffer more after she rejected him and walked away. I stared at the bakery from across the street. I was glad she made a life for herself. Part of me wanted to lie to Adrian and tell him she moved. But the pack needed her. I watched her and her assistant lock up for the night. They got into the same car and drove away. I finished my coffee, tossed the cup, and walked to my rental car. I drove to the airport alone. Just like she wanted.Patricia. m Chapter 12 -- A New DayThe smell of breakfast hits me halfway down the hall—eggs, sausage, fresh bread, and something sweet my mother only makes when she’s stressed. Sylvie perks up inside me, tail flicking.She’s worried, Sylvie says. She always worries. Not like this.I push open the dining hall door.My parents sit at the long table, close together, speaking quietly. My mother’s eyes soften the moment she sees me. My father’s shoulders drop a fraction—his version of relief. Elias sits beside them, posture alert, eyes scanning the room the way he always does.“Morning, sweetheart,” my mother says, voice warm but edged with concern.I sit beside her. She slides a plate toward me without a word. I start eating immediately. My body needed this more than I realized.“You slept?” my father asks, studying me the way he studies wounded wolves—checking for breaks that aren’t visible.“Enough.”He nods. He doesn’t push. He never pushes unless it’s life or death.The dining
Chapter 11 — Aftermath I stay in the ruins long after Alara walks away. Drago presses under my skin, pacing, restless, wanting to go after her even though he knows we can’t. The night settles around me heavy and cold. The pack is still behind me, silent and tense, but I can’t turn around. I’m not ready to see whatever’s in their eyes. I’m not ready to see whatever’s in mine.Alara’s terms replay in my head, each one landing with steady weight. Drago growls at every one of them, not in anger—just in the frustration of knowing we earned this. She didn’t come back for me. She didn’t come back for forgiveness. She came back because the pack is falling apart and someone has to hold it together.And that someone isn’t me.I finally force myself to move. The wolves shift out of my path, not with respect but with uncertainty. They felt the shift. They know things changed. They’re waiting to see what I do next. Drago is silent now, watching them through my eyes, judging me harder than any of
Chapter 10 — Terms of Survival The ruins are quiet.Not silent—quiet. The kind of quiet that comes after a storm, when everything is still deciding whether it survived. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and old stone, as if the land itself is holding its breath. Shadows cling to the broken walls, stretching long and thin across the training grounds like scars.I stand in the center of the broken training grounds, the same place I once bled for this pack. The same place they let me fall. The same place they watched me walk away five years ago. The memories rise like ghosts, brushing against my skin, reminding me of every bruise, every betrayal, every silence that hurt worse than claws.Now they watch me again.I feel their eyes from the shadows. Wolves lingering at the edges, unsure whether to approach or flee. Unsure what I am now. Unsure what I will demand. Their bodies are tense, ears angled forward, tails low. They’re waiting for something—permission, punishm
Chapter 9 — What You BrokeShe walked past me.Not a glance. Not a pause. Not a flicker of recognition.Just… nothing.The same nothing she felt when our bond snapped five years ago. The same nothing that hollowed out my chest and left Drago silent for months. The same nothing that has been eating me alive ever since.I stand in the doorway long after she’s gone, fingers tightening around the frame until the wood creaks. The courtyard is dim now, shadows stretching long across the broken training fields. Wolves move around me, but none speak. None interrupt. None dare.They saw her. They felt her. And they felt me break all over again.Drago stirs, a low rumble in the back of my mind. You did this.“I know.”She doesn’t want you.“I know.”She shouldn’t.That one hurts more than the others.I step back into the pack house, shutting the door behind me. The sound echoes through the hall, sharp and final. I walk toward my office, each step heavier than the last. The bottle of w
Chapter 8 — The Old DogThe pack doctor finally allowed me to get out of bed and move around. My ribs still ache, my muscles still protest, and my wolf still snarls at the memory of how close I came to death because of my son’s foolishness. Because of the woman he chose over his fated mate. A woman who never deserved the title of Luna. A betrayer of the pack she swore to protect.Serena nearly destroyed us. And I made sure she paid the ultimate price for her betrayal.I walk slowly down the corridor, each step reminding me of the battles fought and the ones still ahead. The pack house feels different now—quieter, heavier, as if the walls themselves are mourning. Wolves pass me with lowered heads, offering respectful nods. They know what happened. They know who caused it. They know who almost died because of it.I reach the back office and don’t bother knocking. I push the door open and enter, lowering myself into the chair opposite where my son stands.Adrian is staring out the windo
Chapter 7 — What He Destroyed. The council chamber doors slam shut behind me with a heavy thud that vibrates through the hallway. The sound is final, like a verdict being delivered. I don’t look back. I refuse to give them even a fraction of my attention after the disrespect they tried to force on me. Sylvie is pacing inside me, claws scraping at the edges of my control, still bristling from the confrontation.They wanted you on your knees, she snarls, her voice sharp and feral. They can choke on their own arrogance, I reply, my jaw tight.Elias trails behind me, silent, keeping a careful distance. He knows better than to speak right now. My heels strike the stone floor sharply as I move through the pack house, each step a reminder that I survived what they tried to break. The walls feel smaller than I remember, the air heavier, the dominance of the pack house pressing down like a weight I refuse to carry.I push open the side door and step out into the courtyard. The air is cooler







