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The Great howl II

Meanwhile, at the Miller’s mansion, Aiden was pulled out of a deep sleep by the echo of a powerful howl that shook the silence of the night. His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding against his ribs. He sat upright, blinking in confusion, trying to grasp where the sound had come from, and who could have made it.It wasn’t just any howl. It carried an energy…a dominance…that made his wolf stir restlessly beneath his skin. It felt… familiar. Too familiar.Before he could process it, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He grabbed it, and the caller ID flashed James.“James…” he muttered and answered at once.“Aiden, Amelia’s mother is dead.. Evelyn is gone,” James said quickly, dropping the words like a stone.Aiden froze. His lips parted, and for a moment, the air refused to move through his lungs.“What?” he rasped. “How?!”He remembered how she had been unconscious when he rescued them but believed the treatments would work… He believed Amelia had everything under control. How could

Rogues!

“W… what are you doing here?” Damien asked, his fists tightening, anger surging through his veins. His eyes burned with a fury he didn’t bother to hide.Aiden met his glare with calm defiance. “The same thing you’re doing here—trying to find Amelia.” His tone was steady, but his jaw flexed.Damien scoffed. “Amelia isn’t missing. She doesn’t need you to find her. She’s my fiancée, my soon-to-be wife. So stay the hell away from my family’s affairs.”Aiden’s brows rose slightly. “Damien, this is my pack. Amelia being missing is my responsibility as Alpha. And you—” his gaze hardened, “—you’re not married to her yet. Who knows? She might change her mind before that even happens.”Damien’s body stiffened, his muscles coiling like he was ready to strike.Aiden tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping lower. “Your father-in-law is watching. You wouldn’t want him getting the wrong impression of you before he even gets to know you, would you?”Damien’s eyes flicked toward Beta Greg, who wa

The Pack Estate!

It was late, almost midnight when Damien finally returned to the hospital. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale from the strain. He’d spent hours searching for Amelia, combing through every corner of Red Moon Pack, but she was nowhere to be found.The engine hummed low, the silence between his breaths heavy and anxious. His eyes flicked to the backseat where Arthur’s small reflection rested in the window glass—his chest rising and falling peacefully. The boy was fast asleep, his face soft, innocent, unaware of the storm that had swallowed the adults around him.Damien exhaled slowly, guilt threading through his chest like thorns. He had picked Arthur up from school on his way back, promising himself he’d find Amelia before dawn. But now, as fatigue and dread settled deep inside him, he felt that promise slipping away.Just as he climbed out of the car, headlights flared in the distance. A black car rolled into the hospital parking lot. James stepped out.Damien

A Neglected child from birth!

Beta Greg and Gloria stood outside, unmoving, the night breeze brushing against their tired faces. The house loomed before them…large, quiet, too close to the pack house for comfort. Greg’s gut twisted. Every instinct screamed not to set foot on this ground.He couldn’t believe Damien had brought them here—into the same estate where he lived. The same air that Alpha Alaric Miller breathed. The same man who had torn his life apart, ripped his family into pieces, and left scars that never healed.Greg’s jaw tensed. His fist tightened at his side until his nails bit into his palm. But then his gaze drifted to the little boy in Damien’s arms. Arthur. His grandson. The child’s soft curls brushed against Damien’s shoulder as he slept, his small hand clutching Damien’s shirt for warmth. The sight punched a hole straight through Greg’s anger.Gloria looked pale and drained beside him, her shoulders drooping, her steps unsteady. She needed rest. The child needed warmth. And for their sake, Gre

Bound by pain!

Aiden’s car screeched to a halt in front of the penthouse. The night was deep, silent, and broken only by the low hum of the engine and the faint rustle of leaves in the wind. He stepped out swiftly, his jaw tight, the world around him a blur as he rounded the car and opened the passenger door.Amelia lay there, unconscious, her head resting to one side. His heart clenched painfully at the sight of her pale face, tear-streaked even in sleep. Without thinking, he slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her gently, holding her against his chest like something fragile that might shatter with one wrong move. Her scent, so soft, familiar, and haunting—brushed against him, and for a moment, he closed his eyes, letting it ground him.He knew she’d be furious when she woke and realized he’d brought her here, to his pent house. But he couldn’t care less. Not tonight.Inside, he switched on the lights. The warm glow illuminated the space, he laid her carefully on the bed. He pulled the duvet up

I will never see her again!

“…I didn’t even say goodbye to my mom,” Amelia whispered again, her voice barely audible as she collapsed against Aiden’s chest. Her body shook with sobs, every breath trembling as though grief itself was tearing her apart.Aiden’s throat tightened. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, his hand moving slowly up and down her back in soft, comforting circles. She buried her face into his shoulder and wept…deep, raw, and broken.He didn’t stop her. He didn’t tell her to calm down or to breathe. He just held her. Let her cry until the storm within her began to quiet.Ten minutes passed—maybe more—before her sobs softened into quiet sniffles. Being close to him somehow made her calm and made her feel less pain. When he finally pulled away, it was only to look at her. Her face was pale and swollen from crying, her lashes damp, her lips trembling as she tried to steady her breathing.Without a word, Aiden brushed his thumb gently

A taste of the past!

Morning came too quickly.The faint light of dawn spilled into the room, painting the walls with soft gold. Aiden had already been awake for hours. He’d taken his bath, changed into clean clothes, and even ordered something fresh for Amelia to wear. The faint scent of soap clung to him as he moved quietly around the kitchen.He wasn’t a chef, but this morning, he cooked like it meant something. Maybe it did.He plated rice and chicken—her favorite meal, one he’d memorized long ago. He added cupcakes and muffins, remembering the way her eyes always lit up when she saw them. It felt almost cruel now, how easily he still remembered everything she loved.Balancing the tray carefully, he walked back into the room. The morning light brushed across Amelia’s face where she lay curled under the duvet, her breathing soft, lashes still damp from last night’s tears.He set the tray on the table, then moved closer—close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. Gently, he brushed a few strands

The Scent of Blood!

“Aiden!” she yelled, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me down!”He didn’t.Her voice was sharp, desperate—but he couldn’t stop. His arms only tightened around her as he strode through the hall, jaw locked, heart hammering violently against his ribs. Every time her fists struck his back, his pulse surged higher, pain ran through his spine. Each blow wasn’t just anger…it was a reminder of how much she hated him.And still, he refused to let go.The bedroom door slammed behind them. He set her down…gently, like she was made of glass and then turned to lock the door with a quiet click. The key slid into his pocket.Amelia’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “What do you think you’re doing, Aiden? This is kidnapping.”He turned toward her, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something deeper…something unreadable.“No, it’s not kidnapping,” he said, voice low. “I’m trying to protect you.”She gave a bitter laugh. “Protect me? From what, exactly?”He hesitated, his gaze softening for j

Take off the damn clothes!

Amelia stood near the bathroom door, every muscle in her body taut with unease. She could hear his low growls of pain, the faint clatter of something hitting porcelain, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood seeping beneath the door. Her knuckles brushed against the wood as she knocked again…softer this time but there was no reply.“Aiden, please,” she whispered, voice trembling. Silence answered.So she waited.After what felt like an eternity, the lock clicked. The door creaked open, and Aiden stepped out. His shirt had been replaced with a clean one, though the faint smear of red at his cuff betrayed the wound he was trying to hide. His jaw was set tight, his expression unreadable.“Aiden…” she called softly, stepping toward him.He turned, shoulders tense.“I didn’t know you were injured,” she said, her voice small. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He swallowed hard, their gazes locking…his deep brown eyes meeting the emerald fire in hers. For a moment, the air between them pulsed.“Why

How dare you!

Amelia froze. His lips brushed her… soft, desperate, fleeting — like a memory come to life. For a suspended heartbeat, the world stopped spinning. The air thickened around them, drenched with the scent of his cologne and the faint trace of blood on his skin. His breath mingled with hers, warm and uneven, stirring something raw and forgotten deep inside her chest. For that single moment, she forgot to breathe. Every buried emotion…love, anger, loss — collided inside her, rising like a storm she could no longer contain. Then reality hit. Hard. Her eyes widened as her heart lurched painfully against her ribs. She gasped, her trembling palm shoving him back with more desperation than strength. “Aiden, stop—” Her voice cracked, fragile as glass. “I can’t… I can’t do this.” He stumbled a step back, breath heaving, shock flashing across his face. “Amelia—” “No!” The word broke from her lips, fierce and trembling. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. “You can’t just

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