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“Please, Damien… I’m sorry I called off the wedding. We could get married and be happy again. We could live as a family like we’ve always wanted. We could go back to Velaris and start over…” Amelia cried, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Damien stood completely still. Her words were everything he had once prayed to hear. We could get married. We could be a family. We could start over. His heart wanted to believe every single word. Every part of him wanted to turn around, pull her into his arms, and tell her that he had changed his mind. That he didn’t care about anything anymore. That he would stay if she promised never to let him go again. But deep down, beneath all the hope and longing, there was a painful truth he could not ignore. He knew Amelia. He knew the way she looked at Aiden. He knew the bond between them. And he knew that whatever Amelia was feeling for him right now might be tangled with guilt, gratitude, fear of losing him, and everything th

Damien immediately slammed his foot down on the brake pedal, bringing the car to a sudden stop. The tires screeched against the road, and the force of the sudden halt jerked both him and Beta Kael forward in their seats. A thick cloud of dust rose around them, swallowing the road and making it almost impossible to see what had just stopped in front of them. “What the fuck?” Beta Kael muttered, squinting through the dusty air as he leaned forward to get a better look. “Who the hell are these people?” As the dust slowly began to settle, several dark figures emerged from the vehicle that had blocked their path. They were dressed entirely in black, their faces partially covered, and each of them carried a weapon in their hands. Beta Kael quickly counted them. Six. There were six men. “The fuck…” he muttered under his breath. His hand immediately reached for the door handle. He pushed it open and was already preparing to step out when Damien also unbuckled his seat belt.

Meanwhile, Racheal was in her room, hurriedly packing her belongings into a large suitcase. Her hands moved mechanically, folding clothes and throwing them into the luggage, but her mind was nowhere near the things she was packing. She had heard everything. She had heard Damien telling Aiden that Damien and Amelia were no longer together, now was his chance to get his woman back. She had followed Aiden and James upstairs without them noticing, and she had stood quietly outside the study, listening to every word that passed between them. And then she had heard James tell Aiden to go after Amelia. The words kept replaying inside her head. Go get your wife back. Racheal’s fingers suddenly stopped moving. A tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, but another followed almost immediately. Maybe Luna Donna had been right all along. Maybe she should have left when she still had the chance. She had come to Red Moon Pack believing that she would finally be

“Mommy… I saw the true alpha. She had eyes like yours. Was that you?” Arthur paused as he raised his head, staring directly into Amelia’s eyes. “Are you the true alpha, Mommy?” The question landed like a stone dropped into still water. Everyone froze. Amelia’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her heart slammed against her ribs so violently that, for a moment, she was certain everyone in the room could hear it. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress as she stared at her son, her mind racing to find an answer. How could Arthur possibly know? Her thoughts immediately returned to the night of her transformation…her enormous wolf that had stood before Arthur. Had she been careless? Had he seen more than she realized? Arthur was only a child, but he had always been unusually observant. He noticed things adults often overlooked, and somehow, he had managed to connect the true alpha to his own mother. Amelia slowly turned her gaze toward Seraphina. Her mother lo

Morning came quietly over Red Moon Pack, but there was something restless in the air that Aiden could not explain. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains of his bedroom, painting pale golden streaks across the floor and illuminating the room in soft, muted light. Aiden had been awake for several minutes already, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling while an unfamiliar heaviness pressed against his chest. Something felt wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the uneasy sensation had followed him from the moment he opened his eyes. It was the kind of feeling that settled deep in his instincts, whispering that something was coming. Something he needed to be prepared for. Eventually, Aiden pushed himself out of bed. He took a quick shower, dressed in a clean shirt and trousers, then adjusted his sleeves before fastening his wristwatch. Once he was ready, he walked out of his room and headed downstairs. The moment he reached the staircase, he noti