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It was a full moon’s night and Tristan and I were supposed to come to the woods for our training.
It was something I had suggested a few weeks after I met Tristan. Tristan was an omega hence, he wasn't subjected or privileged to get all the training we got.
I, for example, was the daughter of the Alpha of MoonShine Pack, Alpha Collins. Although, that title made me subjected me to opportunities outside the main pack but, within the pack, I was like my father’s enemy. Father never liked looking into my face and while I tried seeing the bright side of it, there was no logical reason why he did that.
I also often heard other girls whisper as I passed by, they talked about how I caused my mother's death and that's why my father hates.
As if I wasn't already feeling guilty enough.
My wolf, Maya, had always tried convincing me that maybe I get reminded of his late wife, my mother, whenever he sees me but, even she stopped believing that at a point.
He believes I killed my mother, it's as simple as that.
So he just simply hated me for that. But that didn't make the pain any better.
Everyone saw me as one of the most opportune pack member of Moonshine as the Alpha’s daughter while I wish I wasn't born as one. I wish I was born into an average wolf family. And sometimes, I even wish I was born as an omega. I hated my life and thought, on various occasions, of giving up. The loneliness tortured me to the extent that I had almost swallowed a bottle of wolfsbane my father had kept for whenever the rogues appeared.
However, Tristan came into my life, just like the calm after the storm.
He gave me a shoulder to lean on and a reason to live. Yes, he was the omega. And, he should be the one wishing to be dead. But somehow, he had appeared in my life with soothing words, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay.
He told me it was okay to feel lonely and embraced my flaws.
And, in return, I had fallen in love with him. Deeply in love. I hadn't realized when I did. I just found myself missing him on days I don't see him. I found myself yearning for him on days I didn't feel his touch. I found my wolf calling out for his name.
Tristan and I bonded well and Maya, my wolf, found herself warming up to him so, I wasn't surprised when I discovered him to be my mate.
And, on that fateful night, the last day I saw him, we had stepped out for our training like we always did every Friday night.
I waited for him in the woods, at the spot we always trained. I waited for hours and when I didn't see him, I decided to retire back to bed, taking it that something happened and he wasn't able to make it. It was freezing cold so, I was so eager to return to the warmth of my bed that my silly brain didn't think that he could be in trouble.
That night, like a fool, I slept like a baby. I had woken up with a bright smile on, in hopes of telling my father about Tristan.
I initially was afraid of telling him that I, an Alpha's daughter had fallen in love with an omega, but then I realised that I might be worried for nothing. My father doesn't really give a shit about me like that.
He didn't care much about me and my mate - if he did, he would have noticed I had gotten rejected three times and asked how I was going about it but, he clearly didn’t.
So I concluded he shouldn’t have any problem if I told him Tristan was my mate.
The table was all set. My father sat there, at the end with a new face and a middle aged woman.
I frowned as I approached the new faces.
The woman, beautiful with milky skin and strawberry blonde, sat beside my father, where my mother always sat. It was strange. Since my mother’s demise, he had never let anyone sit there before. And, when I even once sat there mistakenly, he had barked at me and almost hit me across the face. So, who was this woman that he let sit there whilst smiling at her?
Maybe his relative?
If she was his relative then, who was the guy that sat across the woman and my father?
He was young. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. And, he was extremely good-looking with his jet-black hair slightly parted. He had an oval-shaped face and his beautiful features looked similar to his mother’s. They must be family and I could guess beauty ran in their family.
“Oh, here she comes.”
My father signaled to me over to them and I hastened my steps, dropping my head down to avoid the scrutinizing gaze of the mother and the son.
Though I didn't understand why the son looked at me just like a man would gaze at his lover. But, that certainly wasn't the gaze. Obviously. Maybe I was seeing things because I just woke up.
I don't know who these people were but, I feel they would be related to me in some way.
My Wolf wagged her tail.
Yeah, Maya agrees too.
I wasn't sure where my father would prefer I sit in this family gathering so, I picked the seat two seats away from the good-looking strange man. He glared at me then, a once-over.
This man gazed at me as if he despised me in a breath and in another breath, he gazed at me as if he wanted to eat me. As if he was undressing me with his eyes. What the fuck?
The meals arrived, mouth-watering and abundant. And, before we proceeded, we waited for Father.
He cleared his throat.
“You don't know how delighted I'm to have you all gathering here, as a family.”
I was right. They are family. But, what kind are they? Cousins? Aunt? Who was this man who sat two seats away from me, looking dashing in a black shirt, and black pants and smelled heavenly especially? I was really curious. Was he from my father’s side or my mother’s side because I don't think either side said anything about having a relative this breathtaking?
“Taylor, Damon, thank you for joining us.”
Oh, Damon. Damon is his name.
Taylor, the woman looking a little over 50, gave Dad a smile in acknowledgment but, the handsome guy, Damon, said nothing. He just sat there, frozen like ice. He was cold.
“And, my princess, Harper, thank you as well.”
I would have choked, if I had anything going down my throat at the moment. Did Dad just not only call me his princess like in those times but also look me in the eye for the first time since my mother’s demise? Was this a dream? Father looked me in the eye, smiled at me and called me his princess.
I returned his smile and cleared my throat anxiously. This can't be real.
“Alright, since I called for this gathering, I owe everyone on this table an introduction.”
Dad rose to his feet, taking his glass of wine in his hand.
“Uhm, Taylor, meet my daughter, Harper.”
That signaled Taylor to me and she smiled at me. She seemed sweet. I smiled back. Waiting for the part where Dad just told me who she was.
“Damon, that's my daughter, Harper.”
Damon didn't acknowledge me. In fact, he was already munching on his meal without getting a go-ahead from my father. Who was this man and why did he come off so disrespectful and rude?
“Harper,” I gazed back at my father, in anticipation of telling me who the hell they were. “Meet, Taylor, my new wife, and her son, Damon, your stepbrother.”
I froze. I found myself not moving for minutes, gazing at my father like a statue.
At first, I couldn't decipher what he had just said. Or, wait. Maybe I couldn't believe he had just said that.
Everything went blank. Father continued speaking, a wide smile on his face, but, my brain couldn't pick up a word from what he said.
My brain totally blacked out and the only thing echoing inside it was “My new wife.”
My father got a new wife.
Harper’s POV It couldn’t be. He was dead. I killed him. Damon had shown me the memory himself. But there it was again, faint but unmistakable. Panic clawed up my throat. My hands shook at my sides. “Harper?” Damon’s voice cut through the quiet. He had fallen back from the front without me noticing, his steps silent like a predator. He stood close now, eyes locked on my face. “What’s wrong?”I forced my breathing steady and looked up at him. His face was all hard lines, that ruthless focus still there, but worry flickered in his dark eyes for just a split second. I couldn’t tell him. Not here, not with the whole pack around us. If I said Tristan’s name out loud, everything would blow up—my secrets, his plans, the fragile thing we had going between us.“Nothing,” I lied, keeping my voice low and even. “Just thought I saw movement. It’s nothing.”He studied me for a long beat, like he could peel back my skin and see every lie I’d ever told. His hand brushed my arm, quick and hidden fro
Harper’s POV The forest air bit cold against my skin as I stepped out of the pack mansion just before dawn. My boots crunched on the frost-covered ground, and my breath came out in little white puffs. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, but it did nothing to chase away the chill inside my chest. Last night’s argument with Damon still sat heavy in my gut. He thought he could order me around like some weak pup, telling me to stay put during the hunt. Yeah, right. I was done being told where to stand and what to do.Glynn jogged up beside me, her red hair tied back tight. She bumped my shoulder with hers. “You sure about this, Harper? Damon looked ready to chain you to your bed if you stepped out of line.”I gave her a quick grin, the kind that said I wasn’t backing down. “He can try. I’m not hiding in the rear like some scared omega. If there’s something out there messing with our borders, I want to see it for myself.”She laughed under her breath, but her eyes stayed sharp. “Just do
Harper’s POV "Walk with me," he said."I'm busy.""Harper."I turned and walked with him because I was not in the mood to cause a scene in the middle of the hallway. He led me into one of the side rooms off the corridor, the small one with the tall windows that looked out over the eastern yard, and he pulled the door shut behind us.He turned to look at me. His arms were crossed. His jaw was set."Is there anything you haven't told me?" he said.I kept my face still. "About what?""About last night. About the crow. About anything you might have seen or heard that you decided to keep to yourself."I stared at him. "No."He studied me for a long moment, and I hated that he always did that. Like he could see through things. Like he had some way of reading me that I had never figured out how to block."You're lying," he said."I'm standing here answering your questions, Damon. That's what I'm doing.""Harper." His voice dropped. Low and firm. "If you know something—""I don't know anythi
Harper’s POV Glynn found me in my room about an hour later.She knocked twice, then let herself in the way she always did, and when I turned to look at her, I knew immediately that she had heard. Her face was pulled tight. Her eyes were doing that thing they did when she was trying to hold herself together and not doing a very good job of it.She closed the door behind her and just stood there for a second."The crow," she said. Not a question.I nodded.She crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed, and I sat beside her, and for a moment neither of us said anything."Tell me everything," she said.So I did. I told her about coming back to the room and smelling it before I even got to the bed. About the bird, the note, the blood. I watched her face go through about five different emotions in the space of thirty seconds. Shock. Anger. Fear. More anger. Then something that looked like she was trying very hard to be calm for my sake."Okay," she said. "Okay. That is seriously messe
Harper’s POV I didn't sleep.Not even for a second.I lay on that bed with my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling while the image of that dead crow refused to leave my head. The slit throat. The dried blood on the parchment. That single word written like a promise.'Soon.'And then the whistle.God, that whistle.I kept telling myself it was the wind. I kept telling myself that I was tired, that my mind was playing games with me the way it always did when I was scared and didn't want to admit it. But deep down, underneath all the noise I was making in my own head, I knew what I heard. I have always known that whistle.By morning, the mansion was different.I felt it before I even stepped out of my room. There was a kind of heaviness in the air, the kind that settles when something has shifted and nobody is ready to talk about it yet. I could hear boots on the floor. More than usual. The sound of orders being barked across the yard outside my window. When I finally got up and looke
Harper’s POV "You are mine to protect," he whispered. "And I don't like people touching what is mine."He stayed there for a moment, his gaze fixed on my lips. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me, to claim me right there in front of the guards. But he pulled back, his expression turning back into stone."Move her things," he told the guards one last time before walking out of the room without looking back.The rest of the night was a blur of motion. The guards moved me to a smaller room deep inside the Alpha’s wing. It was safe. It was secure. It felt like a cage.Once I was alone, I sat on the edge of the bed. I hated this. I hated how my hands were shaking. I had spent so long trying to be strong, trying to show everyone that I wasn't just a "sacrifice" or a "gutter wolf." I had been playing a game of revenge against my father and Taylor.But this was different.The crow, the note, the whistle—it felt personal. It felt like someone was watching me, waiting for the right
Harper's POV I shoved him back, wiping my mouth like I could erase the taste. "Dream on. Now get out. If anyone finds out about... this, we're both dead."He straightened, that cold mask slipping back into place. "Our secret, remember? Cross me, and it all comes out.""Threats again?" I rolled my
Harper's POV I woke up to my phone buzzing on the nightstand, it was my alarm. I grabbed the phone and quickly swiped to turn off the annoying alarm and that's when I saw the text I had received one hour ago.It was from my father. 'Harper, get to my office. Now.' Collins Matias, summoning me lik
Harper's POV I really killed Tristan but why don't I feel any sting of regret? Why do I feel empowered all of a sudden? But I shook my head vigorously in denial, fighting the fragments of that night surfacing back. No, I'm not a killer---- Tristan's growl, his weight pinning me to the ground
Harper's POV I stared at Damon, my blood turning to ice in my veins as his words sank in. "You killed Tristan." The accusation hung between us like a fucking rope tightening around my throat. I jerked against the chains, the metal biting into my wrists, but I refused to let the panic show. Bold, H







