LOGINThe celebration had ended.
But beneath the quiet halls of Midnight Pack house, a different battle had begun.
An Omega knelt on the cold floor, surrounded by warriors.
Helen.
Her hands trembled as she lowered her head.
“You were seen sending a restricted message outside Midnight territory,” one warrior said.
Helen swallowed.
“I was only delivering a message.”
The warrior’s eyes hardened.
“Then tell us. Who was it for?”
Her lips parted.
No answer came.
The warriors stepped closer.
“You know the punishment for hiding information from the Alpha.”
Fear flashed across her face.
She did know.
She had heard stories.
An Omega had no power against the will of an Alpha.
“I…”
Her voice shook.
She thought of Gideon.
His promises.
His gentle words.
The future he painted for her.
“You will no longer be invisible.”
“I will give you a place beside me.”
But now she was alone.
No footsteps.
No rescue.
No one is coming for her.
A painful thought entered her mind.
Had she been foolish?
Had she mistaken a promise for love?
The door suddenly opened.
The warriors immediately stepped back, because the presence that entered was not one they could ignore.
Alpha Kael Blackthorne.
He walked in calmly.
No anger….. no threat.
Yet the entire room felt his power.
The guards bowed.
“Alpha.”
Kael’s eyes moved to Helen.
“What happened?”
One warrior stepped forward.
“She was caught sending information beyond our borders. She refuses to reveal who received it.”
Kael looked at Helen.
“Is that true?”
Helen struggled to speak.
“My Alpha…”
A pause.
“I…”
Kael’s expression remained unreadable.
“You have one chance to tell me the truth.”
Helen lowered her head.
Still silent.
The room became heavier.
Kael did not move.
He did not raise his voice.
But his aura slowly filled the chamber.
Helen’s breathing became uneven.
Her body stiffened.
The strength of his presence pressed against her wolf.
Her mind became clouded.
Her knees weakened.
She grabbed herself, trying to fight the invisible pressure.
She placed her two hands on her cheeks.
“Please… Alpha”
Kael watched her.
“Speak.”
“I will confess.”
The pressure eased.
Helen took a deep breath.
“The message…”
Her voice trembled.
“It was for someone from Redclaw.”
The warriors exchanged looks.
Kael’s eyes sharpened.
“Who?”
Helen hesitated.
“My lover.”
Silence.
“Your lover?”
She nodded.
“Warrior Gideon…….. from the Redclaw pack.”
The name changed the atmosphere.
Redclaw.
A hidden connection.
A possible spy inside Midnight.
Kael studied her carefully.
“What information did you send?”
Helen looked down.
“It was about…”
She stopped.
Kael waited.
Then she whispered:
“Commander Megan.”
The room went still.
Kael’s gaze shifted.
“Megan?”
A warrior immediately answered.
“He is nearby, Alpha. We can summon him.”
Kael nodded once.
“Summon him here.”
Moments later, the doors opened again.
Megan stepped inside.
His eyes immediately found Alpha Kael.
Then Helen.
“Alpha”
Kael looked at Helen.
“Continue.”
Helen’s face turned pale.
Megan noticed.
Something was wrong.
The Omega looked at him with guilt.
“I’m sorry.”
Megan frowned.
“For what?”
Helen struggled.
“The message I sent …”
Her voice lowered.
“It was about you.”
A strange feeling moved through Megan.
His expression remained controlled.
But inside, his thoughts raced.
What does she know?
His mind went straight to the one secret he had protected.
Does she know about me and her?
Does she know about the woman I promised to protect?
Is she about to expose everything?
Kael noticed the change in him.
Not the fear.
Not a surprise.
Something deeper.
“What exactly did she discover?” Commander Megan thought.
Helen looked at Megan.
“The message was about…”
She swallowed.
“Your child.”
The entire chamber froze.
No warrior moved.
No one breathed.
Kael slowly turned toward Megan.
“Your child?”
Megan had no answer, because the one thing he feared had finally reached the surface.
Kael’s voice lowered.
“Explain.”
Helen’s eyes filled with fear.
“I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
“Continue,” Kael ordered.
She looked between them.
“The child…”
Her voice broke.
“The child you are waiting for…”
Megan’s eyes darkened.
Kael stepped forward.
“Whose child is this?”
The question hung in the air.
Helen trembled.
The Alpha’s gaze forced the truth from her.
She opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry, Commander Megan…”
A pause.
The room held its breath.
The words refused to leave her mouth.
Megan’s heartbeat became louder than the silence around him, because he already knew.
And that terrified him more than any enemy blade.
Kael watched him carefully.
For the first time, he did not see the fearless warrior who stood before armies.
He saw a man protecting a secret.
A secret that could shake the foundation of Midnight.
Megan’s entire body froze.
Kael’s expression changed.
Not anger but something far more dangerous.
Kael’s eyes narrowed.
“Megan.”
The single word carried a warning.
“Who is she?”
Megan opened his mouth.
No answer came.
Not because he feared Kael, but because saying her name would expose the woman he had sworn to protect.
Kael’s expression hardened.
“You kept this from me?”
Megan lowered his head.
“My Alpha…”
“Answer me.”
A long silence.
The word fell heavily.
“Viera”
Kael stared at his most trusted warrior.
Not with hatred….. with disappointment.
“Viera?”
He continued
“Viera… the Omega?” One of Luna's closest attendants? The one who was always near her.
Megan’s eyes darkened.
“Because I knew what this pack would demand from me.”
His voice lowered.
“And I knew what would happen to her.”
Kael understood.
The problem was no longer only a secret.
It was a weakness Redclaw could use.
Then Helen suddenly looked terrified.
“There is more…”
Everyone turned.
Kael stepped forward.
“What more?”
Helen swallowed.
“The message I sent…”
A pause.
Her hands trembled.
“I sent it to my lover.”
A pause.
“But I don’t know if it has already reached Alpha Darius.”
The room froze.
Megan’s blood ran cold, because suddenly, everything became clear.
This was never just about exposing him.
It was never just about a child.
It was about breaking the bond between an Alpha and the warrior who would die for him.
A crack in loyalty.
A crack in trust.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Kael’s eyes shifted toward Helen, because now he understood.
This was bigger than a hidden relationship.
The message reaching Redclaw was not only about a warrior’s secret.
It was a weapon.
A way to weaken the most trusted blade of Midnight.
Kael’s expression darkened.
“Why would Redclaw seek to create doubt among my people?”
His eyes moved toward Megan.
“Why would they target the one warrior whose loyalty has never been questioned?”
Alpha Kael’s eyes slowly moved to Megan.
The Midnight Blade.
His most trusted warrior. The one he had betrothed Alora, the great shaman’s daughter to.
A warrior who had never failed him.
Until now….
The thought burned silently through him.
How could he allow a weaker vessel to distract him from a vision built for the future?
Or had this mighty warrior forgotten that a true leader sees beyond temporary desire?
His gaze shifted to the three warriors standing before him.
“Listen carefully,” Kael said, his voice quiet but carrying the command of an Alpha.
“What happened here never leaves these walls.
Not a single word reaches the outside world.”
His eyes hardened.
“I will not watch outsiders use this weakness to tear my kingdom apart.”
The warriors bowed.
Then Kael looked toward Helen.
“Take her to the dungeon.”
Helen’s face fell as the guards grabbed her.
“Alpha, please…” she cried. “I was foolish. I only loved him. I never meant to harm anyone”
But Kael did not look back.
The doors closed.
Silence returned.
And then...
His attention returned to Megan.
The calm in his expression was more frightening than rage.
His eyes carried the disappointment of a king who had placed his greatest trust in someone ….. and now questioned everything.
Megan felt the weight of Alpha Kael’s gaze.
The Midnight Blade, a warrior who had never bowed before any enemy, fell to his knees before his Alpha.
Not as a warrior.
But as a broken servant.
“Alpha… I have sinned,” his voice was low.
“I failed my duty. I allowed my heart to become a weakness when my loyalty should have been stronger.”
His fists clenched.
“My blade has protected this kingdom from every threat, but today… I was my own enemy.”
He lowered his head.
“Judge me, Alpha. Take my title, my blade, my honor if you must…”
A pause.
“But never doubt where my
loyalty lies.”
The hall went silent.
Kael stared down at him, calm and unreadable.
Then he spoke.
“Rise, Megan.”
His eyes darkened.
“Your punishment will not be as simple as losing your blade……. But for now…… We find out what Darius knows and his true intentions.”
Will the midnight alpha show his most loyal and faithful warrior mercy.... Or will this create a crack from within? Keep reading...
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