A week later, he sat quietly at his office, as he signed the last page of the parchment. He felt his wolf restless beneath him as he thought about tonight. He will mark his mate today before the pack members. A knock broke the silence as Logan entered, bowing slightly. “Alpha, the hall is ready. The elders are waiting. Samantha… she's with the women.” He rose and said, “Bring her to me. I need to see her.” Logan nodded and left.The firelight inside the Alpha’s hall cast long shadows across the stone floor. The banner swayed faintly from the high rafters. It was a night no one in the pack would forget, the night their Alpha would present his mate. He stood at the far end of the chamber, wearing a massive frame cloaked in black ceremonial leathers trimmed with diamonds. His eyes glowed red as he felt his wolf’s power. In the chamber next to the hall, Samantha sat on a wooden seat as elderly omegas worked around her with patient hands. They threaded strands of gold beads through her h
He sat across his desk and was buried in scattered documents of old patrol logs, border reports, and list of supplies that needed his attention. He could perceive the faint smell of pine wood smoke from the office. Though he hadn't moved in an hour, his eyes were glued on a half-written letter to the council that he hadn't been able to finish.He ran a hand through his dark hair and exhaled slowly. Then he heard a knock on the door and said, “Come in,” He watched as his beta, Logan walked in. “Alpha,” he said. “You've got visitors. Important ones.” He raised his head and narrowed his eyes. “Visitors?” Logan nodded and stepped closer to him. “Iron claw, Bloodfang and shadow ridge. They came unannounced. They're waiting in the hall. I thought it best to send them straight here.”Cain leaned back in his chair and arched his brow. “No. Don't send them here. Alphas don't travel without reason. If they've come here, it's not for wine and chatter.”“Exactly,” Logan murmured. “They said it i
Cain sat at the long oak table in his private study that night with a glass of whiskey untouched by his side. He was scrolling through maps before him. He couldn't wrap his head around the elders' decision of replacing him. The insult of calling him cursed, unfit for an Alpha. It was not just about him anymore. It was about his blood line, his authority, his entire legacy. He knew he understood power and right now his power was being questioned. His mind kept wondering, ‘They want to strip me off my right to lead. To put another Alpha in my seat. To fall me cursed because I made a mistake of rejecting my fated mate.’ He shook his head and said to himself, “No. I wouldn't let them.” He picked up the silver wolf-head seal and pressed it against the wax of a letter he had written hours earlier. One after the other, he ordered his warriors to dispatch messages to neighboring packs. By morning, invitations to the council of Alphas would already be in the hands of men who understood what
The pack omegas were making breakfast the next morning. Pots clangs, spoons scraped against bowls and the smell of freshly baked bread mixed with simmering stew filled Samanth’s nose. Her stomach growled and she dashed to the kitchen. She heard omegas and deltas move about quickly, chatting as they worked. “She’s cursed,” one of the omegas muttered under her breath, slicing carrots. “Any woman who ties herself to a man who rejected her is cursed.”“Shh!” another hissed, glancing toward the door. “What if she hears?”“She cannot hear us. And even if she does, what can she do? Everyone knows Cain humiliated her years ago. He threw her away. And now she comes back smiling and defending him as if nothing happened?” the first omega scoffed. “I pity her. The elders will never accept her. Neither will the Moon Goddess.”A young delta working at the stove leaned closer, lowering her voice. “You saw the council last night. The way they stared at her? Like she's some outsider dragging him deep
They walked towards the heavy wooden doors of the council hall, carved with the crest of the Blue Moon Pack. His hand tightened on her wrist as he pushed them open. Inside, the elders were already seated around a long table, their silvered hair and tough looks fell on them the moment he entered. There was deaf silence and Elder Malrick, the oldest of the council, rose sharply, narrowing his eyes. “Cain,” he forced a smile. “The Alpha finally returned after his long escapades with his presumed lover,” his gaze swept over Samantha with pure disgust. He tightened his jaw and cleared his throat. “This is Samantha,” he muttered. “My mate. Most of you probably know her before. She's a member of this pack but now she is back.” There were murmurs spreading through the room. Some of the elders exchanged unbelieving glances while others muttered under their breath. Elder Smith, leaned forward and said, “Mate? You mean the one you rejected?” He arched his brow and snickered. “You mean the on
She leaned against the kitchen counter, thinking about what Logan said in her head at least ten times. She glanced at Cain standing in her living room, pacing around. She watched as he walked towards her, holding her hands in his. “Please, I need you there. I can't do this alone. Not without you, Sam.”She shook her head and removed her hand from his. “I can't, Cain… not right now. I need time. I can't do this distance thing again. Not when it hurt so much the last time. I think we need to stop this, all of this. I can't do it.”He felt his breath caught in his throat as he heard those words. He looked away, hiding the disappointment in his face. He didn't argue. He only gave her a single nod. His jaw tightened as if he's holding back words he wanted to say to her. He forced a smile and said, “I will take my leave now,” he walked toward the door and glanced at her one more time before he finally shut the door behind him. He walked out of her apartment and made his way back to the ho