LOGINAURORA’S POV.
I arrived at the next pack two cities away from my previous pack at night and went straight to pay my respects to the Alpha of the pack, and ask him if he could permit me to stay in his pack for a while so they wouldn't think I'm a rouge wolf.
Oh wait, they can't smell a wolf on me because I don't have one.
Maybe I should use this to my advantage.
I walked up to the guards who were positioned at the boundary and bowed slightly which they returned courteously.
I couldn’t help but think that the servants there were trained and had manners, unlike where I come from.
With the directions that Nora gave me, I didn’t find it difficult to locate the Alpha’s mansion so I could pay attribute to him. I was certain that they’d find out if I sneaked into the pack to live amongst them, so in order to avert impending trouble, I decided to greet the Alpha myself and ask for permission.
I got to his mansion, and with the help of my notepad and pen, I scribbled down my wish of seeing the Alpha and handed it over to the guards at the palace who accepted it and directed me to a corner.
“He’d be here soon,” The guard said, and left, walking back to his duty post.
“The guards are well trained,” I thought and smiled lightly.
This was the main reason why Nora selected this pack for me, as she said the pack was known for their friendly nature to Strangers.
In the pack where I was Luna we hardly let outsiders in, so I'm hoping this is going to turn out well for me cause I don't know where else to go.
I sat down for a while, waiting for the Alpha to come until a young lady walked out and asked me to follow her.
We got to a room just to see the Alpha sitting majestically on a big chair that looked like a throne, and a stoic-looking man I suspected to be his Beta by his side.
I knelt down before him and quickly wrote down something on my notepad with capital letters.
GREETINGS SIR, I COME IN PEACE.
His beta walked towards me with slow steps and collected the paper from me, before handing it over to the Alpha.
“Can you talk?” He asked, and I slowly looked up before shaking my head slightly.
The Alpha is an attractive man with blond hair and green eyes I instantly got lost in, the beta was equally good looking but the frown on his face made me realize I wasn't welcome enough to stare.
“You’re mute?” The Alpha asked, as a glint of sadness flashed through his eyes or probably, I wasn’t sure.
“What can I do for you?” He asked me now, wearing a serious look.
Slowly, I took back my notepad from him and began to write it down.
"Please sir, I’m a young girl who’s stranded and doesn’t have anyone or anybody to turn to for help,” I passed the paper to him after I was done writing it, and he chuckled in disbelief of course this sounds like a joke.
“Who are you? What about your family?” He asked, returning the notepad to me.
“I’m an orphan, Your Highness,” I wrote and gave it to him.
“You seem like a human?” He asked and I nodded, making him raise his brow in suspicion.
“I’m sure you’re aware that we’re different, so what brought you down here, in the midst of the werewolves?” He asked, and I thought about how I could answer this question brilliantly without anyone suspecting where I was coming from or who I was.
I quickly wrote down a small lie that I just thought about, “I’m running from my parent's murderers and I found myself here….been running for days now,” He read it and heaved deeply.
“Sure you can stay in my pack for security,” He said and a wide smile appeared on my lips.
“Thank you,” I wrote in bold letters, and showed him.
“But your highness, you don’t know her well and it’s risky to just accept anyone into this pack,” The Beta whispered to the Alpha, but I heard him and heaved deeply.
It was true, but I hoped that the Alpha wouldn’t have a double mind about helping me.
“My beta is worried sick about the safety of the others in the pack, so we’ve decided to investigate this very well and find out where exactly you’re coming from,” The Alpha said I nodded, and he flashed me a smile.
“Till then, you’re free to stay here,” The Alpha announced and I grinned from ear to ear.
"Someone will meet you outside to help you get settled in" He added and I bowed my head and turned to leave, touching my pockets to ensure that the money Nora gave me on my departure was still intact.
Slowly, and unconsciously, my hand went to my stomach as I massaged it slowly.
“Hey baby, we are going to live a good life here, so just take care of yourself till you’re ready to come into the world,” I thought and chuckled until my face turned to that of determination on my way out of the Alpha’s meeting room.
Right there and then, I swore within myself to take revenge on my husband and his family for all the pain they’ve caused me.
“Wait for me, until I’m ready and must have regained my voice,” I thought, and with that, I walked out.
Chapter 178Asher’s POVI couldn’t sit still.Pacing my study back and forth like a caged wolf, I slammed my fist on the desk again. “None of this makes sense. She outsmarts us every damn time.”Loid leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and eyes dark. “She’s slippery. We can’t just confront her head-on. We’ve tried that.”I growled low under my breath. The thought of Ava holding the Bluefang Ring, of Aurora giving it away was driving me mad. Ava wasn’t just my sister anymore; she was a threat.“She’s going to destroy herself,” I muttered. “That ring isn’t some toy. If she uses it with the wrong intentions—”“It’ll consume her,” Loid finished, his voice grim. “We need to find a way to get it back before it’s too late.”Silence settled in for a moment, thick with tension. I rubbed a hand through my hair, trying to think. But Loid was already ahead of me, his brow furrowing as if an idea had just struck.“There’s one person she might listen to,” he said slowly.I turned to face him.
Chapter 177Aurora’s POVThe faint scent of rosemary and herbs clung to the walls of the wolf doctor’s chamber. I sat quietly on the edge of the examination bed, hands cradling my stomach as the healer dabbed his hands clean. My heart beat a little faster than normal—not out of fear, but anticipation. Hope.“Well?” I asked, eyes locked on his.He smiled softly and handed me a folded parchment. “You and the pup are healthy. Strong heartbeat. No abnormalities. You’re doing everything right, Luna.”My breath caught. Relief swept through me like a wave, washing away days of anxiety. I blinked quickly to keep the tears from falling too easily.“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Truly.”I tucked the parchment away, thanked him again, and made my way back toward my quarters. The corridors felt oddly quiet. Too quiet. Usually, I’d hear Loid’s footsteps pacing or catch a glimpse of Asher watching over the patrol rotations from the balcony, but the halls were empty. Even th
Chapter 176Asher’s POVI wasn’t going to sit around and let Ava keep manipulating everyone from the shadows.The moment Loid told me where she was, I made him take me there. He hesitated, of course. Said it was dangerous. That Ava made it clear she didn’t want anyone else coming, especially not me.But I didn’t care.This wasn’t just about him anymore. This was about the pack. About everything we’d built. And if Ava wanted to tear it all down with whatever sick game she was playing, then I was going to put an end to it myself.So Loid led me through the dense forest, his eyes darting around like he expected a trap at any moment. I could tell he was nervous—his steps too fast, too unsure, like he was torn between protecting me and protecting the woman he loved.“This is a mistake,” he muttered for the third time, glancing over his shoulder at me. “She made it clear. If she sees you—”“She won’t kill your Hilary. Trust me, I'll make sure she doesn't get what she wants,” I cut in coldly
Chapter 175Asher’s POVSleep wouldn’t come. Not with everything weighing on my mind.The moment I closed my eyes, I saw Ava’s smirking face. I heard the healer’s words about a species stronger than us, more lethal, lurking somewhere within our borders. And now, the council looking to me for answers I didn’t have yet. I felt like a volcano—still on the outside, but ready to erupt inside.I turned my head slightly to look at Aurora lying beside me. Her breathing was soft, rhythmic. Even in her sleep, she looked strong. But I could sense the tension she carried in her body, tucked just beneath the surface. She was trying to be brave—for me, for the pack—but I could tell she was scared too.I slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to wake her. My bare feet touched the cool stone floor as I grabbed a robe and headed toward my study. I didn’t know why I was going there—maybe to think, to plan, or just to clear my head. It was the one place in the packhouse where I felt fully in control.B
Chapter 174Asher’s POVThe moment Loid’s message reached me, I was already halfway to the infirmary.My boots slammed against the stone floor, every stride fueled by fury and confusion. I didn’t want to believe it at first—didn’t want to think Aurora would be reckless enough to visit the dungeon after everything. But she had. Of course she had. And now, one of my guards was dead, and my sister—the traitor—was gone.I burst into the infirmary, eyes scanning until I found the healer crouched over the lifeless body on the table.Blood soaked the guard’s tunic, seeping into the sheets. His skin was pale, his mouth slightly agape, and his neck—I clenched my fists.Ripped open. Not clawed. Not scratched. Torn apart in a precise, brutal bite that didn’t belong to any werewolf I’d ever seen.Loid stood to the side, silent and grim, his jaw tight. Aurora was nowhere in sight, thankfully. I wasn’t sure if I could look at her right now without saying something I’d regret.The healer looked up
Chapter 173Aurora’s POVI knew what Asher was going to do. Even before he opened his mouth or stepped into that council room, I could feel the storm of his decision building inside him—dark, brooding, and absolute. After everything Ava had done… after she tried to kill me—his mate—there was no going back. Still, I had to try. "Asher, please. Don't do this." I said gently, gripping his hand as we walked down the hall together. The cold walls of the packhouse felt suffocating, and my heart pounded in a rhythm that didn’t match my steps. “She’s your sister.” He didn’t respond. His jaw clenched so tight I thought he might crack a molar. “I’m not saying she shouldn’t be punished. She should. But don’t kill her.” I paused, watching his face for any sign of mercy. “I don’t want her blood on your hands because of me. You've been through a lot because of me already.” His eyes flicked to mine—dark, unreadable. But I caught it. The hesitation. The war going on inside him between justice an







