All Chapters of The Alpha's Vengeance: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AURORA“No way in hell am I letting you meet with rogues!” Damon barked, his voice thunderous as he stormed down the corridor toward his study.I trailed behind him, refusing to back down. “Damon, it’s me they want or they’ll kill Oprah! I have to do something!”He spun around, his eyes blazing. “Do you really think you’re who they’re after? You’re just a pawn, Aurora! I’m the one they want. You’re the bait they’re using to draw me out.” he snapped.My breath hitched at his words; but he stood firm.“Irrespective of their reason… I can’t just sit back while Oprah dies! I won’t!”Tears spilled from my eyes. “She’s the mother I never had, Damon. I can’t just watch her be slaughtered because of me!” my voice cracking with raw desperation.In two long strides, Damon was standing in front of me. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head.“I know how much Oprah means to you. I promise you, Aurora… I will save her.” Damon said, h

AURORAI jerked awake, gasping as icy droplets dripped down my skin and into my clothes.My head throbbed violently, a sharp pain pulsing behind my eyes. I winced, blinking hard against the sting of the light that poured in from a small, cracked window high on the wall.I tried to move; only to realize my wrists were bound tightly to the arms of the chair. My ankles were strapped too, rough rope biting into my skin as I tried to struggle.Panic surged in my chest as I looked around the unfamiliar space. The room was stone-walled. It smelled of mildew and blood.Where am I? What happened?Then it came flooding back; Damon, the meeting point, Oprah, the knife, the carriage and then darkness.“Look who’s finally awake…” a voice echoed from the shadows.The voice was a female, taunting, laced with mock amusement. It stirred something in me; a memory.“The queen of Moonshadow… or should I say… the cursed queen. The witch.” the voice spoke again.I turned my head toward the source, fear pri

AURORAIt had been days. Days of darkness, days without freedom, without sun, without Damon.I sat slumped in the corner of the windowless room; my prison. My head pounded with exhaustion.The air was stale and thick, and my limbs trembled from weakness and hunger.The stale bread and tasteless soup they pushed into my hands twice a day went mostly untouched. My body was paying the price now and so was my mind.Why has Damon not come for me yet?I rose slowly, my legs unsteady, and began pacing the room for what felt like the hundredth time.My heart raced every time I neared the door, hoping for some miracle; a sign of escape. But it was always locked.I didn’t even know where I was. The walls told me nothing, the silence mocked me.Just then the handle of the door twisted. My breath hitched. The door creaked open and he walked in.The masked one; the so-called boss. I instinctively stepped back, my body tensing as his boots echoed on the stone floor.My back brushed the cold wall a

AURORAI stood at the edge of the balcony, the cold breeze brushing against my skin. The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light across the stone floor.I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders, but the chill wasn’t the wind; it was from within.I was back in the palace, Oprah barely left my side. But Damon wasn’t here.He hadn’t so much as looked me in the eyes since I returned. He had assigned special doctors to my well-being. But after that, he vanished into silence.I had only seen glimpses of him. Damon in his study, Damon walking the halls at night, Damon drinking, Damon avoiding me.I had found out Eden was the one behind it all. He had taken me, hurt me. And tried to break me by taking my loved one.I survived, yet Damon was falling apart. Oprah tells me Damon barely sleeps, he barely eats. He drinks.Oprah had mentioned she overheard his growls, his roars, the sound of furniture smashing against the walls.Every day he sent out more search parties, looking for

AURORA TWO YEARS LATER“Mummy! Mummy!! Come and see, it’s a butterfly!” my son, Declan’s joyful voice echoed across the sunlit field as he chased after the fluttering wings. His laughter rang like music in the air.I smiled faintly, my heart skipping at the sound of my son’s voice. “Declan, be careful!” I called out, shielding my eyes from the sun as I watched him dart through the wildflowers.“He’s such a smart young boy, just like his father.” Oprah said gently, walking up beside me.I froze. The words struck deep, anchoring my feet to the ground. He’s just like his father; Damon.It had been two years since I left Moonshadow pack. Two long aching years since I had seen him, touched him, breathed the scent of his skin.I had found out not long after I arrived at Trinity pack; I was pregnant with Damon’s child.It had rocked me to my core. I had cried alone in the dark, torn between returning to Damon and keeping my distance and the baby safe.I gave birth in secret.