LOGINEverything is fine, Luna. Heās just been busy lately.ā
That lie tasted bitter on Amaraās tongue, but she wasnāt ready to reveal the uncertainty gnawing at her. She didnāt want to worry Luna Anitaāand she certainly didnāt want anyone else to know about the cracks she was beginning to feel in her relationship. Luna Anita studied her for a long moment, her piercing gaze seeing right through the faƧade. āAmara,ā she said finally, her tone gentle but firm, āPrince Aldric is the perfect man for you. I hope you donāt do anything to lose him.ā Amara swallowed hard. How could she begin to tell Luna Anita that things were not going smoothly between her and Prince Aldric? Luna Anitaās eyes lingered on her face for a few more seconds, suspicion flickering in them. From Amaraās demeanor, it was clear something wasnāt rightābut Luna Anita didnāt press further. Instead, she stood, smoothed down her gown, and glanced at Amara one last timeDamon hated the attention and conversation, especially from the ladies who all had lustful eyes on him and weren't even trying to hide it. A groan escaped his lips when one of them winked, and he shot her a glare. She quickly apologized with a bow, looking away in embarrassment. He sighed heavily, scanning the crowd, searching for Amara. She was nowhere to be seen, and his frustration grew. Why would she choose to work late tonight, of all nights, knowing they were returning? Greetings. Alpha Benita, one of Damonās old sex mates, greeted him with a respectful bow. Apart from Damon and Amara, Benita was the only one who knew Damon and Amara were once mates, and she would have spilled it if not for Damonās warnings and the fear of Damon that kept her silent. Welcome back home, Benita said, her lips curving into a seductive smile, which Damon found really annoying and irritating. Over the past fi
Amara, you're still here? Linda, a nurse who worked at the Pack Hospital, asked. She was surprised to still see Amara in the hospital when it was no news that their future Alphas were back. And almost half of the pack was at the Richardson Mansion to welcome them. But here⦠There was Amara, who had grown up with the twins and was close to them, still in the hospital. Yes, I'm just going over some research. Amara lied, forcing a weak smile. Linda knew better, though. It was clear that Amara was avoiding the twins, and Linda understood why. Since Amara started working at the hospital, the two had become close friends, and in one of their heart-to-heart conversations, Amara had confided in her. Amara, Linda sighed, taking the empty seat beside her. You can't avoid them forever. Sooner or later, you'll have to face them. Why not now? Come on, let's go to the wel
As the black SUV drove into the familiar grounds of the mansion, Damon and Darius gazed through the windows of the car, glancing at their home, a place they had missed so much after being away for the past five years. āWelcome, sons,ā Alpha Richardson said to his sons. As the car came to a halt, Alpha Richardson warned. The brothers glanced at each other, but didn't say a word, instead looking away and taking deep breaths. The car door opened, and Damon and Darius stepped out from each side. The moment they did, loud howls erupted from the crowd that had come to welcome them. The crowd's howls echoed through the airāa loud chorus of admiration and loyalty. Wolves from the pack, warriors and elders alike had gathered to greet their return. Their eyes brimming with joy and pride. The pack's favourite twins were back. Their future alphas had returned. āLook who's finally backāour future alphas!ā An elder called out, beaming with pride as he approached the brothers. āYou've
The jet hummed in silence, an awkward tension filling the cabin. Alpha Richardson sat across from his two sons, who hadn't spoken a word to each other since boarding. He knew a rift had formed between them for the past five years, and no matter how hard he had tried to settle their differences, he hadn't been able to. He couldn't pinpoint what caused the rift, but he was certain it had nothing to do with the Alpha title. From the day they were born, he had made it clear they would both be alphas, equals in power and responsibility. He had loved them equally, never favoring one over the other. Yet Darius had always believed he loved Damon more. During their time at the Alpha Academy, Alpha Richardson noticed his sons weren't communicating like they used to. Whenever he visited them, he would ask what the problem was. But neither of the brothers could tell him. He tried talking to them, tried mending their relationship, but it never worked. Now, at this moment, they were returning
āThank you so much, Miss Amara,ā the little girl who had just been healed from a broken arm said, smiling brightly and clutching her motherās hand. She was thanking Amara, who had used her healing abilities to cure her. Four years ago, after her breakup with Prince Aldric, Amara had decided to remain alone and focus on her studies and training. She made sure never to get involved with anyone again, even though Luna Anita tried forcing men and marriage proposals on her. Strangely, Alpha Richard had declined every marriage proposalāfor reasons unknown. This caused her relationship with Luna Anita to sour, and several times, Amara had thought about leaving the mansion to start her own life. But she didnāt want to seem ungrateful. She didnāt want to leave when no one had asked her to go. Although her relationship with Luna Anita wasnāt good, Luna Anita had never asked her to leave. So, Amara decided to stay in the mansion.
Darius sat on the edge of his seat, his hands clenching into fists as he replayed his fight in his mind. Edwin had been an easy opponentābut the real challenge was still ahead. He could feel the weight of everyoneās expectations pressing down on him. Especially those of his father. Alpha Richardsonās face remained blank, but Darius knew better. His father was watching closely, waiting to see which son was better. The next rounds passed in a blur, with more students being eliminated until only a few remained. Dariusās next opponent was tougher, but he managed to wināthough it wasnāt as clean or decisive as Damonās victories. His brother was breezing through the competition effortlessly, defeating every opponent who stepped into the ring with him. Each victory only made Darius more frightened and troubled. After rounds of fights, the moment Darius had both anticipated and dreaded arrivedāthe final round.







