로그인Astrid hated herself for noticing.She really did.But the moment she entered the GreyMoon training grounds the next morning—She noticed.Everyone noticed.A woman stood beside Damien.Tall.Confident.Beautiful.Dressed in a fitted red jacket that immediately drew attention.She wasn't clinging to him.Wasn't flirting.Wasn't trying too hard.Which somehow made it worse.Astrid slowed her steps.Her stomach tightening unexpectedly."Who is that?"A young pack member nearby blinked."Oh."The girl smiled."That's Valerie Blackthorne."Astrid frowned.The name sounded familiar."She's one of the strongest Alphas in the western territories."That got Astrid's attention."What is she doing here?"The girl shrugged."Council alliance negotiations."A pause.Then—"And she's single."Astrid's eye twitched.Across the field—Valerie laughed at something Damien said.Actually laughed.And Damien—Damien smiled.Not a forced smile.Not a polite smile.A genuine one.Astrid immediately hated
The divorce papers remained unsigned. Not because Astrid had decided to stay. But because every time she picked up the pen— Something stopped her. Something she refused to name. Three weeks passed. And Damien changed. Completely. No gifts. No flowers. No waiting outside her door. No searching for excuses to speak to her. Nothing. The house felt strangely empty without his obsession filling every corner. At first, Astrid enjoyed it. Then she noticed herself listening for his footsteps. And that realization annoyed her more than anything. Damien had returned fully to GreyMoon. Council meetings. Pack disputes. Training sessions. Border inspections. Every hour of his day seemed occupied. Every hour that used to belong to her. Now belonged to the pack. And the pack loved it. Because their Alpha was back. Stronger. Sharper. More focused than ever. Unfortunately for Astrid— So was Taylor. Taylor had discovered a new hobby. Damien. Not because she loved him.
The divorce papers remained unsigned.Not because Astrid had decided to stay.But because every time she picked up the pen—Something stopped her.Something she refused to name.Three weeks passed.And Damien changed.Completely.No gifts.No flowers.No waiting outside her door.No searching for excuses to speak to her.Nothing.The house felt strangely empty without his obsession filling every corner.At first, Astrid enjoyed it.Then she noticed herself listening for his footsteps.And that realization annoyed her more than anything.Damien had returned fully to GreyMoon.Council meetings.Pack disputes.Training sessions.Border inspections.Every hour of his day seemed occupied.Every hour that used to belong to her.Now belonged to the pack.And the pack loved it.Because their Alpha was back.Stronger.Sharper.More focused than ever.Unfortunately for Astrid—So was Taylor.Taylor had discovered a new hobby.Damien.Not because she loved him.Not because she wanted him.But be
The house was quiet the next morning. Unnaturally quiet. No flowers. No deliveries. No velvet boxes waiting on tables like emotional landmines. Nothing. Astrid noticed immediately. And somehow— That unsettled her more. She walked downstairs cautiously, expecting tension. Chaos. Another argument. Instead— Damien sat at the dining table in a black shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, reading through a stack of documents. Working. Actually working. Several members of the GreyMoon council stood nearby speaking in low voices while Damien listened with calm, precise attention. No obsession. No gifts. No fixation. Just the Alpha of GreyMoon. Astrid slowed slightly. One of the men noticed her first and immediately straightened. “Luna.” Astrid almost flinched at the title. Damien looked up briefly. Their eyes met. And unlike every other morning— There was no intensity in his expression. No desperation. No hunger. Just ackno
The house was quiet the next morning. Unnaturally quiet. No flowers. No deliveries. No velvet boxes waiting on tables like emotional landmines. Nothing. Astrid noticed immediately. And somehow— That unsettled her more. She walked downstairs cautiously, expecting tension. Chaos. Another argument. Instead— Damien sat at the dining table in a black shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, reading through a stack of documents. Working. Actually working. Several members of the GreyMoon council stood nearby speaking in low voices while Damien listened with calm, precise attention. No obsession. No gifts. No fixation. Just the Alpha of GreyMoon. Astrid slowed slightly. One of the men noticed her first and immediately straightened. “Luna.” Astrid almost flinched at the title. Damien looked up briefly. Their eyes met. And unlike every other morning— There was no intensity in his expression. No desperation. No hunger. Just acknowledgment. Then he returned to
The house was quiet the next morning.Unnaturally quiet.No flowers.No deliveries.No velvet boxes waiting on tables like emotional landmines.Nothing.Astrid noticed immediately.And somehow—That unsettled her more.She walked downstairs cautiously, expecting tension.Chaos.Another argument.Instead—Damien sat at the dining table in a black shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, reading through a stack of documents.Working.Actually working.Several members of the GreyMoon council stood nearby speaking in low voices while Damien listened with calm, precise attention.No obsession.No gifts.No fixation.Just the Alpha of GreyMoon.Astrid slowed slightly.One of the men noticed her first and immediately straightened.“Luna.”Astrid almost flinched at the title.Damien looked up briefly.Their eyes met.And unlike every other morning—There was no intensity in his expression.No desperation.No hunger.Just acknowledgment.Then he returned to the papers.“We’ll move the nor
Astrid’s POV The forest had now turned into a battleground for Sebastian, and the moon was peaking through the clouds. There was a great storm, like a tornado, and the world was drifting apart. Dirt from the ground was flying around due to the storm, the kind of storm that would make packs scatte
Astrid’s POVThe world felt like it was ending slowly The first sign is the silence. Not the peaceful kind. The wrong kind. The kind that settles over the pack like a held breath. Sebastian walks beside me through the east corridor of the compound, his shoulder occasionally brushing mine. He’
Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone
Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone in the







