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Amara's gaze dropped to the floor, tears gathering in her eyes. I never wanted this. She murmured. I never wanted to be at the centre of your sons’ lives or to feel caught between them. All I wanted was a place where I could belong. Luna Anita let out a scoff. Belong? She took a step back, her lips twisting in disgust. You don't belong here, Amara. You've always been an outsider, and yet you somehow wormed your way into the hearts of both of my sons. Amara clenched her fists. Luna Anita's words were like daggers, stabbing her heart. She had tried to do everything right, but nothing had ever seemed to be enough. No matter what, she was always a bastard, always a burden. Luna Anita narrowed her eyes, her face contorted with hate. You will end this, Amara. You'll make it clear to Darius that this c

As Amara made her way to the dining table, her heart raced. A part of her wanted to run back to her room to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze. But she knew she had to face them. She had to meet everyone. Eventually, when she reached the table, every member of the Luciano family was already seated. Amara swallowed hard as she moved closer, doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone, especially Alpha Damon, who was seated at one end of the table. “Amara, you’re here. Come sit beside me.” Darius smiled warmly, standing to pull out a chair for her. Amara flashed him a grateful but nervous smile before settling down. Darius took his place beside her, positioned across from Damon at the other end of the table. “Good morning,” Amara greeted everyone politely, but no one responded. Instead, Luna Anita let out a soft sigh and eyed her. Amara swallowed hard in discom

No, I don't want you to return the favour. Damon, Amara murmured, attempting to walk away. But Damon’s next words froze her in place. “As your Alpha, I command you not to move an inch.” He ordered in his Alpha voice. Forcing Amara to halt where she stood. Her eyes widened as she stared at him, her lips slightly parted. “You will remain here, and you will look at me. As your Alpha, I am ordering you.” He declared, his Alpha voice rumbling through the woods, causing the trees and leaves to shudder from the force of it. With panting breath, Amara remained in her spot. Of course, she couldn’t move an inch. Damon was her Alpha. He had used his Alpha voice to order her to remain in the spot. She stood and looked at him. And she had no option but to obey. Damon’s hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. His gaze locked on her as he slowly undid each one, never

When Damon returned to the spot where he had left Amara, he wasn't surprised to find her gone. Shifting back into his human form, he got dressed and made his way out of the woods. Though he intended to return to the mansion, he decided to wander through the pack’s territory, taking in the sights he hadn't seen in five years. Walking around the streets of the pack, he came across a few pack members who constantly bowed respectfully to him. And all he did was flash them a polite smile. The little kids happily waved at him, and he waved back with the same warm smile on his face, trying his best not to let the troubling emotions inside him stop him from smiling at them. With no particular destination in mind, Damon eventually decided to head back home, but as he neared the mansion, he came across an elderly woman standing in his path. She bowed deeply, and he returned her gesture with his usual smile, intending

You look beautiful. Darius said, his voice soft but full of admiration. As Amara walked over to where he stood beside the sleek, black Mercedes. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her elegant figure. Her long red waves cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a bold crimson. Though her outfit was simple, she looked stunning, so breathtaking that Darius couldn't take his eyes off her. Amara smiled at his compliment, her gaze sweeping over him. In return, Darius was dressed in casual jeans that fit him perfectly, paired with a fitted navy blue shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. The sleeves were rolled up just enough to reveal the toned muscles of his forearms, giving him a relaxed yet polished appearance. He looked effortlessly handsome. And Amara felt her heart flutter at the sight of him. Thank you, Darius. Amara replied, a hint of shyness creeping into