LOGINThe third day after the mating ceremony arrived with a storm.
Dark clouds rolled over the pack territory, thick and heavy, as if the sky itself sensed the lie about to walk through our gates.
I was in the healer’s quarters when the alarm horn sounded.
Once. Twice and Urgent.
Wolves rushed past me, their faces tight with alarm. I followed instinctively, my heart pounding as the scent hit me—sweet, familiar, and devastating.
Delilah.
She stood at the entrance of the Alpha hall, cloaked in white, trembling like a wounded dove. Her hair was tangled, her dress torn at the hem, skin pale as moonmilk. Two warriors supported her weak frame as if she might collapse at any moment.
Delilah? Finn froze beside me.
The bond between us pulsed faintly, confused, and unsettled—but his body had already moved before I could breathe.
“Delilah,” he breathed.
The sound of her name from his lips was sharper than claws.
She lifted her head slowly, eyes glassy with tears, lips trembling as they parted. “Finn…”
Then she collapsed into his arms. The pack gasped.
Finn caught her with a desperation that shattered something inside my chest. He held her like she was the answer to a prayer he never stopped whispering and i stood there, invisible.
“I was taken,” Delilah sobbed once she was settled inside the hall. Her voice shook as she clutched Finn’s tunic. “I tried to come back. I swear I did. But someone didn’t want me here… not for before the mating ceremony.”
Her eyes flicked toward me for the briefest second.
Then she cried harder. Finn stiffened.
“Taken?” he demanded, fury rolling off him in waves. “Who?”
She shook her head weakly. “They told me if I returned, you would die. That the Moon Goddess had already chosen someone else for you… and that I would be punished for standing in the way.”
The room went deathly quiet. My blood turned cold.
Finn’s jaw tightened. “But the letter,” he said slowly. “You wrote that you found your mate.”
Her eyes widened in horror. “What letter?”
The lie was flawless. I stepped forward, my heart pounding. “Finn, i read it myself—”
Delilah let out a broken sob. “I would never write that. Never. Someone wanted you to believe I abandoned you.”
Suspicion crept into Finn’s eyes.
Not toward her though... Toward me.
“I was held,” she continued softly. “Drugged and Confused. When I managed to escape, I ran straight back to you.”
Finn pulled her closer, his voice low and fierce. “You’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you again.”
The bond between us went still.... Dead quiet.
Just like that? He isn't going to investigate the truth? I opened my mouth—then closed it.
Because he didn’t look at me. Not even once .
And that night, Finn didn’t come to my chamber.
He stayed with her and the next morning, the pack whispered about it. By evening, it was official.
Delilah had reclaimed her place at Finn’s side.
I confronted him at dusk, my chest tight with something dangerously close to breaking.
“You said you needed time,” I almost yell “You said you were healing.”
“I am,” he replied flatly. “And she’s part of that.”
“She denies the letter,” I said. “But you know she left. You should have investigated tjis first before accepting her back. But...”
His gaze hardened. “Enough.” The word struck like a slap.
“I won’t reject the bond,” he continued, voice cold. But I won’t send her away either.”
My hands curled into fists. “So what am I to you now?”
He exhaled sharply, impatience flashing across his face. “You’ll endure. Or you’ll be the one to reject the bond.”
The ground seemed to tilt beneath my feet.
“You’re asking me to share you,” I whispered, my eyes widened in disbelief.
“I’m asking you to be patient,” he snapped. “If you truly love me.”
That was how he trapped me. With love...
But the truth is... I am afraid of losing him without fighting for our love.
With hope I should have let die, I turned away, aware of Delilah watched me from the shadows of a pillar—her lips curving into a smile no one could see. And in that moment, I knew.
She hadn’t returned to reclaim her place. She had returned to destroy me.
The council hall had never felt so crowded before.Not because there were many bodies inside, but because of the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing against the walls.The great circular chamber, carved from dark stone and lined with ancestral banners, usually carried an air of authority and order. Today, however, it felt like a marketplace of whispers.Low voices overlapped. Robes rustled.Rings tapped nervously against wooden armrests.Every elder sat in their designated seat, yet none of them looked settled.Because for the first time in years…The Alpha was missing.And power, like blood in water, had begun to attract sharks.Officially, they were worried about Finn’s delayed return from war.Unofficially? Each of them was already calculating.If something happened to him… Who has the strongest claim?The Beta? Or either lineages?Perhaps the council should rule temporarily…Suspicion flickered from one pair of eyes to another. Smiles were thin. Politeness is brittle.No one trust
By midmorning, Nightclaw Pack no longer felt like a kingdom.It felt like a hive someone had struck with a stick. Restless. Uneasy.Too loud in some places, too quiet in others.The training grounds were half empty. Patrol hunters returned earlier than usual. Patrol wolves kept glancing toward the southern road as if expecting their Alpha’s unit to appear at any second.But the road remained bare. No dust clouds,no victory howls, or returning soldiers.Only wind.At first, people told themselves it was normal.It was a war… And war took time.But as the sun climbed higher… whispers began to spread.“He should have returned by now…”“Have they reached Knox-Shade yet?”“My cousin said they didn’t even smell battle smoke… Do you think something happened?”“Lower your voice!”The murmurs traveled fast, slipping through kitchens, corridors, and courtyards like smoke through cracks.Because no matter how arrogant or useless Finn was… He was still their Alpha.And an Alpha who vanished with
The night felt wrong. Too still and too quiet.Even the wind seemed to be holding its breath.Delon rode back toward his estate under the cover of darkness, boots splashed with soil that still clung beneath his nails.He didn’t look back. Not once.Meanwhile, a soft knock sounded on Delilah’s chamber door.Not urgent or hesitant. Just three calm taps.Familiar. Measured.She didn’t turn from the mirror.“Enter.”The door creaked open.A cloaked man slipped inside and immediately dropped to one knee. “My Lady.”“Report.”His head remained bowed.“Alpha Finn is dead.”Her brush paused mid-stroke. Just for a fraction of a second.Then it continued combing through her long hair like nothing had happened.“And?” she asked lightly.“Lord Delon has just left Elder Rowan’s estate. He stayed there for some time. My guess… he went to inform the elder personally.”Silence stretched.The spy waited, expecting anger, shock or new orders.Instead— A soft chuckle escaped her lips.Low. Amused.“Of co
Delon was still awake when the knock came.Three short taps. One long.It was the signal.He didn’t turn from the window.“Enter.”The door opened quietly.A cloaked rider stepped inside, mud splashed up his boots, cloak torn by branches. He smelled like iron and smoke.He dropped to one knee.“It’s done, my lord.”Delon’s lips curved slowly.“Bring it.”The rider stood and placed a small, tightly wrapped bundle on the table.It wasn’t large. But it was heavy.Very heavy.The faint metallic scent of blood seeped through the cloth.For a moment, the room was silent.Then—Delon stepped forward and untied the knot himself.No hesitation or fear on his face.The cloth rolled open and Finn’s face stared back at him.Eyes half-open. Frozen and Empty.Even in death, arrogance lingered on his features.Delon studied him quietly. Then he laughed.Soft. Low. Disappointed.“So this is the Alpha everyone feared,” he murmured. “Pathetic.”He crouched, gripping Finn’s hair, lifting the head slightly.
The march onwards had been smooth.Too smooth.Leaves crunched softly under fifty pairs of boots as Finn led the unit through the forest, moonlight streaking through the branches like pale blades.No patrols, scouts seen. And no form of resistance had been received. This was perfect.Finn smirked to himself.Delon was right. Knox won’t even smell us coming.Behind him, the men followed in tight formation. Until one of them slowed. It wasGamma Murray. He had been left out from the declaration of war to its preparation and now, he is being dragged into the slaughter's house. Being the gamma in just title, he wonders why he was chosen instead of the clever beta.His sharp eyes scanned the trees again… then the sky… then their direction.A frown formed.He stepped forward.“Alpha,” he said carefully, keeping his voice low, “we’re drifting west.”Finn didn’t look back. “I know.”“The Knox-Shade Pack territory is south.”“I said I know.”Murray hesitated. “Then… why are we—”Finn stopped w
Delon stood by the tall window of his chamber, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the distant treeline where Finn and his men had vanished hours ago.A slow, satisfied grin curved his lips.The fool had taken the bait.The door creaked open softly. A cloaked man slipped inside, his steps soundless against the stone floor. He dropped to one knee immediately, head bowed in submission.Delon did not turn.“Are they ready?” he asked calmly, his voice carrying an edge that made the air tighten.“Yes, my lord,” the man replied. “At your command, they will strike.”“Good.”Delon finally turned, his expression cold, stripped of all pretense. “The moment Finn steps into the forbidden region, he must die,” he said flatly. “No hesitation. Make no mistakes.”The cloaked man nodded.“And remember this well,” Delon continued, eyes narrowing. “The Gamma must not return alive.”The man stiffened for a fraction of a second before lowering his head again. “As you command, my lord.” He rose sw







