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Chapter Forty-One: Suspicion

Alessia's POV:I stand by the window in my room, sleep eludes me. I could feel the fear from the warriors, they were already whispering, their gazes lingering too long, suspicion creeping into their expressions. I could also sense the look in Derek's eyes, like he is trying to figure me out, but he tries to hide it each time, but I know doubt when I see it.A sign escapes my lips as I catch a sudden movement. My ears twitch towards it, honing in on the source. There, moving with uncanny stealth, is Mel. She slips past the patrols, unseen and unheard. She shift back to her human form, retrieves the clothes she had hidden from under the huge stone beside the water fountain and quietly made her way towards the Alpha's Mansion, to her room.My fingers grip the edge of the windowsill as I watch Mel disappear into the mansion. My heart pounds, my instincts screaming at me that something isn't right. Questions swirl in my mind: Why is she out there? At this hour? Moving stealthily like a gh

Chapter Forty-Two: On Edge

Derek POV:I step out of Alessia's room, my mind still lingering on our conversation. She looked so lost, so uncertain about herself. It unsettles me, that strange urge to comfort her, to stay close to her, to catch a whiff of her scent.Mason, my wolf, as being acting so strangely. It's been so bothered, and that uneasiness, keeps both of us starving for just a whiff of her scent. And that is the main reason I went to her.Sitting so close to her calmed Mason, my wolf, and in a way, it calmed me too. But, there's a feeling that came with it. An urge to mark her!Mason gives a gentle rumble in my chest."Easy now, mate". I murmur to Mason.Is she my mate? I thought.Yes, Darren suspect she's the long awaited Hybrid wolf. Mathilda confirms it too. But, she says Alessia is more than what she seems. She says she'll see me tomorrow after communing with the ancestors, probably they may choose to reveal who or what Alessia is.Mathilda, wants to place the lunaria scepter before her. To test

Chapter Forty-Three: Weaving Tapestries

Darren POV:I step out of Derek's office, his words still ringing in my ears."Take Cyre to a different cell and double the guards. Take the Gammas."Something feels off. I feel it too. Derek's instincts are rarely wrong, and if he's feeling uneasy, then it means trouble is brewing.As I make my way down the corridor towards the dungeons, I signal two Gammas - Logan and Caden - two of the most competent Gammas, to follow. Their footsteps fall in sync with mine, their expressions sharp.The air grows heavier as we begin to descend down the stairs that leads to the underground cells. The scent of damp stone and iron fills my nose, mingling with a faint hint of lavender.Cyre.Just as we're about to disappear down the corridor, a sharp voice call out my name."Darren!"I turn to see Melissa, half running, half walking, which makes me wonder what's the urgency."Darren," she calls again."Yes, Mel," I respond, "what is it?""Nothing - nothing really serious," she says. "Just wanted to ask

Chapter Forty-Four: Nostalgia

Derek's POV:I stand near the window of my office, staring out the dense forest beyond the pack's borders. The moon hangs low, it's sliver glow barely piercing through the thick canopy of trees. The weight of responsibility presses down on me like a phantom claw digging into my spine.Darren should be back soon.My thoughts drift back to Cyre. Her presence unsettles me. She's Sharona's sister, which makes her dangerous by default. And yet, something tells me she isn't here as an enemy. At least, not entirely.Sharona have keep to the peace for years. But, I know so well that she is bidding her time. Waiting for a crack in the wall that she can pounces on, behind her feign smile is an animosity I still can't decipher. She's like a predator, silently, and deviously watching her prey.Her sister Cyre, her reign had been different, more like a genuine peace. Until she disappeared years ago, only to suddenly appear now. Rumor as it that Sharona, had usurp her sister's throne and had conjur

Chapter Forty-Five: The White Wolf

Anonymous POV:I watch Cyre's cell guard by the pack best Gammas -Logan and Caden.Did Derek really have to go that far? I wonder.I sneak, approaching both of them stealthily, I throw in a stainless cylinder to distract them."Who's there?" Caden snaps.Silence."Show yourself..!" Logan growl.I watch both of them, bone cracking and twisting, as they transform into their humano form, claws extended approach the direction the cylinder was fling from.Following the opposite direction, I pounce from behind, successfully landing a palm strike strong enough to make them fall unconscious, but not kill them.I land softly, my boots barely making a sound against the stone floor of the dungeon. Logan and Caden lie motionless, their heavy breathing confirming they're only conscious.Good. No unnecessary bloodshed.I step forward, approaching Cyre's cell. The dim torchlight casts flickering shadows over her form - she's sitting on the cold floor, her back against the wall, arms resting loosely

Chapter Forty-Six: "Someone is Going To Die!"

Alessia's POV:A chill shivers through me pulling strongly at me and suddenly I snap awake in what seems like a temple.A trance!The temple chambers are dark, save for the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the high windows carved out of stones. A cave. The torch that lit in circle the sacred stone of sacrifice, flickers. My pulse is slow, steady- but something feels off. A tension in the air, disturbance beneath my skin.A whisper.Not in words, an eeriely strange sounds. Voices of souls, both the lost ones, pulls at me, etched in my bones. The sound of -Death.I sit up, breath hitching. The stone floor beneath my feet is ice-cold, grounding me. I close my eyes and focus, letting the feeling expand, take formI hear voices. Cracking of bones, whispers."Who's there? show yourself..!" I hear voices asks.Then suddenly a figure dressed in a black cloak attack them."I want you to kill Alessia," I heard the stranger in cloak say.I couldn't see the face, but it is the voice of

Chapter Forty-Seven: The Corpse

Mel POV:A slow, burning heat creeps up my spine as Darren's words hang in the air like a curse. "You need to see this, Derek. Now!"Derek moves without hesitation, brushing past me and Alessia, his sharp gaze locking onto Darren. The air feels suffocating. I clench my fists, forcing my face into a mask of concern as I follow them. My mind races.Alessia's premonition.Why are you so hell bent on exposing me, witch?! Damn her and her damn powers!My heart pounding in my chest, quickly and rapidly, not from fear. No, it's anger. An anger, I can't quite suppress. If she keeps poking her nose into things she shouldn't, I'm afraid I might have to get rid of her sooner than planned. Because, she's slowly turning Derek to her side, he's starting to believe her and her madness, and that's too dangerous for me.I force a steady pace, matching the hurried steps of the others, all the while plotting.I can't just let her destroy everything I've worked for. Derek's trust is my most valuable asse

Chapter Forty- Eight: The Ancient Mother

Darren POV:The tension in the room crackles like lightning in a dry storm. My grip on Caden's arm tighten as he squirms under Derek's glare, like a pup who's been scolded.I can feel the heat of every eye locked on him - waiting, ready."Wait...! I'll confess," Caden chokes out, voice cracked and laced with desperation.I halt mid-step, dragging him halfway out the door. The scent of blood still lingers thickly in the air, but now it's drown out by the reek of fear.Derek closes the space between them, each step echoing with purpose. His hazel eyes now emitting golden rays. A rare sight..!His true rage...!The rage of his wolf and his combined. Unstrained."Who did this?" he demands, his voice low and lethal.Caden trembles beneath my hold. He hesitates....then lifts a shaking hand.It moves.Towards Mel.... No, he's pointing at someone else. Pointing at the cell behind Mel."It's her," he saysCyre.I catch a glimpse of Mel, swallowing hard. Too hard. Like her throat's suddenly tur

Chapter Forty-Nine: "You Know We Need Cyre."

Third Person POV:"You're her. The woman from my visions!"The silence splinters."Yes. And you must get a grip of yourself, Alessia." she says gripping the iron bars, desperation vivid in her eyes.Alessia stumbles back, one hand still pressed to the wall like it's the only thing holding her to this world. Her breath comes in short gasps, her eyes - still lit that impossible blue - search the air like it holds answers.Darren steps towards her, instincts taking over before thought."Alessia," he says gently, his voice laced with concern. "Let's get you out of here."She doesn't speak, only nodding slowly, as if her thoughts are wading through an invisible storm. He leads her out, past Derek, past Mel - whose face is as unreadable as ever, but whose fingers twitches at her side like she's fighting the urge to claw something."You must get a grip of yourself, Alessia. This is no time to be weak..!" Cyre yell after them.They step into the corridor, the heavy cell door closing nosily be

Chapter Fifty: Fated

Derek's POV:I watch Alessia's retreating figure, the soft echo of her words still ringing in my ears.You know we need her.Cyre.Of all people.I clench my jaw so tightly it ache, the sound of my bones grinding nearly as loud as the blood pounding in my ears.The witch, whose clan is looking for an opportunity to destroy me and everything I've built, who sits smugly in chains below my home, somehow holding pieces of Alessia's truth.And Alessia... she believes her.I drag a hand down my face, struggling to breathe past the storm building in my chest. My wolf, Mason, thrashes inside me, confused. Angry. Protective of her.Of Alessia.I turn on my heel, heading back towards the cell before I could talk myself out of this madness. Before I could think too long about the trembling in Alessia's hands... or the desperation in her voice when she said we need Cyre.Mel stands just outside the door, arms crossed, posture rigid. She seems to have followed me, when I'd bolted out of the cell t

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