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TREASON

Ophelia POV The Grand Hall of the Moonlit Pack was filled with warmth, flickering little lights that lit up the darkness around us, its tiny golden beam beautiful to see , but despite the warmth, wave of anxiety hit me. I adjusted the silver circle head ornaments on my head, it announces my status and authority as the Alpha's chosen mate. With each step I took, my anxiety sipped deeply into me and my fingers trembled slightly. This was the first time Eric ever called for me in the night. Not into his chamber but to the courtroom. chills ran down my spine as I locked eyes with some pack members that stood at the corners of the hall, their whispers filled my ears making me wonder what was going on. I could feel their gaze on me as my steps echoed into the hall and I approached the dais where Eric stood, his commanding figure framed by the well-made throne of the alpha. “ Alpha Eric,” I greeted softly, my voice firm masking the nervousness I was feeling. I bowe

THE SHADOW MARKED LUNA

Ophelia POV It has been a few weeks since they sent me out of the Moonlit Pack. A tough and rough week without shelter or food. And all I could hear was the whispering of ancient secrets that I had been hearing since I started the journey of nowhere in particular. The forest stretched endlessly before me and every step I took ruffled the bush as a lightening struck harder making me halt, leaning against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, its bark cool and rough under my fingers and a part of me wondered if this exile was planted to kill me. Since even he hated my gut. I had heard tales of banished Wolves, forgotten in the wilderness and weak but I never knew I would be here in those shoes. Perhaps I was meant to die anyway. I surely couldn't go back to my packs, it would be a disgrace to the whole family and I would be tamed as a cursed being. But do I want that? As I took another step, a strange sensation coursed through my chest, sharp. And electric, like the touch

NEVER TRUST HIM

Ophelia POV "How far is this camp?" I asked for the umpteenth time, my voice breaking the silence. It has been hours now if I am not mistaken. Walking all along with any destination. Am I not being cooked now? The Ryker guy glanced back over his shoulder, his angry eyes gleaming into the night. “Far enough to keep unwanted visitors out, but close enough to strike if needed,” he said. His voice was rough and tough but not unkind. “We'll be there soon. You're not afraid of a little walk, are you?” His words were smooth and his way of putting words kind of amused me. It was suddenly to my liking. I narrowed my eyes but bit back a retort. I was exhausted and every muscle in my body ached after the fight with the rogues and my endless work. But still, I refused to show my weakness, especially in front of someone like Ryker, a wolf who had everything under control and strength. Finally, the trees parted, revealing a hidden clearing nestled in the heart of the forest. A sh

OUR FIRST KISS

Ophelia POV Over the next few days, I began to learn just how different Ryker’s camp was from any pack I had known. Not even Eric Pack could stand them because they were strong and it was hard to even see a traitor. They worked hand in hand together. Ryker would push me hard, testing my limits as he taught me how to control the shadow mark's power. “The mark isn't just a gift,” he said during one training session. “It's a responsibility. It connects you to the moon, to the wolves around you. But if you let it control you, you'll lose yourself. Don't let your weakness define you.” Mara had just been on my nerves these days. She would ask me to clean up their plates and help the pack since she had been useless all this while. But today, it was different, a training ground was set for me by Ryker. The morning air was peaceful as I stood in the center of the clearing, my chest was rising and falling as I fought the control of the powers. Do we even need to do this now?

MY EX WANTS ME BACK

Ophelia’s POV As I approached the Moonlit Pack gates, my heart pounded louder than it should be and I clenched my fist by my sides. I walked alongside the warrior Eric had sent for me, their cold eyes on my every move. Every instinct screamed that I should run back to Ryker for help but I couldn't. Not when I was a danger to his camp. They opened the iron gate and I scanned the area. It hadn't changed a bit. And he was there, waiting by the courtyard. His blue eyes were shining in my direction. “Ophelia,” he drawled, his voice smooth and filled with mockery as he stepped forward. “You finally decided to stop running. I'd almost started to think you enjoyed living like a stray.” He said, making an innocent face like he didn't just itch out a word. I stopped a few meters from him, my jaw tightening. “I didn't come here to be mocked, Eric.” I warned and he curled up his lip to a smirk. That was one of the things that flustered my heart months and years back but now, i

IS THAT A THREAT?

Ophelia POV_Don't, Rosa. I told my wolf internally as I began to feel her shift and blocked her from reaching out to Ryker.I gasped for air, clawing at his wrist as my vision started to double, the pressure leaving me to kick and struggle in response.I could still feel Rosa growling with bitterness and rage, demanding to be released and attack back but the burning sensation of the Shadowmark pulsing in my chest warned me—if I shifted now, if I released it without control—someone would die.I could die.I watched as Eric's eyes glowed with that same madness I used to mistake for power a month back. That same glare that had me—the pack—shiver and submit under his will.But he seemed to have forgotten something.I was no longer a part of the pack. Neither his mate for him to bend under his will.“You still think you’re stronger than me?” he growled in a low and cold tone, his fangs laying dangerously close to my neck. The same vulnerable side that'd left me trembling for his lips mont

THE RESCUE

Ophelia_“Ophelia…”A soft feminine voice echoed around me, drawing my attention to the strange environment I suddenly found myself in, the sound of leaves and branches snapping under my feet quickly put me on alert and uneasiness as I glared back at the ominous darkness all around me.I was no longer in the pack house. No longer in the West Wing.I was now in a forest—the same forest I'd gotten Shadowmarked.“Who…who's there?” I asked, the sound of my voice echoing back at me, forcing me to dart my eyes around, hoping to meet the answers to my questions in person.But all I got was a whisper from the night breeze as the leaves underneath my feet swept around me in response, the strands of my loose hair caressing my skin, tugging me towards the same spot that'd gotten me here in the first place.The same path leading past the oak tree.“Who…who are you?” I asked again, pressing a palm to my chest when I didn't feel the presence of my wolf—only that of the mark swirling through my vein

THE BETA’s DYING

Ophelia_I gasped for air, drawing in a ridiculously amount of oxygen into my lungs as my body throbbed with the desire to live.What? Why was I on the floor?I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead and pulled myself into a sitting position. Wait, was that a dream?No, that's…impossible. How long had I been sleeping?It felt real. He felt real.I didn't know if this—any of this—was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, I was almost burned alive in my sleep….was that a warning or, a vision?But why was he in my dreams? Heck, was I having any of these dreams? It was the same voice from the forest…Ryker…Was this what Ryker meant when he said he'll protect me? Or has he…realized how I was just too much of a trouble not worth his time…?But that couldn't explain why I was seeing him in this nightmare, and what he meant by I wasn't safe.Acting on instinct, my hand immediately moved to the drenched sleeves covering my wrist and moved them to to reveal my mark, my fingertips brushing the fore

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