Chapter 1 _Mira's POV_

It was my 18th birthday. Finally, the day I had dreamed of for so long—the day I would get my wolf. The pack house was packed with family, friends, and familiar faces all celebrating. I was practically vibrating with excitement and a nervous kind of energy. When I closed my eyes to make a wish and blew out the candles, all I could think was, "Let this be the start of something magical."

Everyone cheered and clapped. I cut a slice of cake and gave it to my mom first, then my dad. I scanned the room, taking in the warm smiles, the laughter, and the decorations everyone had set up. But then, I noticed something missing. No, not something—someone. Where was Sophia?

It felt strange. Sophia and I might have had our differences now and then, but she was always around during big moments like this. Maybe she had stepped out for air; the room was pretty packed with people. I brushed it off, assuming that she would be back soon.

As more guests came forward to congratulate me, Alpha Roger, the head of our pack, and his wife, Luna Marinette, approached with smiles. “Happy Birthday, Mira,” Alpha Roger said, his voice warm. “Eighteen is a big year.”

I smiled back, thanking them. Their family had always been close with ours, and we all looked up to them. Killian, their son, wasn’t here—likely somewhere with Sophia, who had been dating him for a few months now. I didn’t think too much of it. They were close and seemed to make each other happy.

A few minutes later, though, a strange feeling crept over me. I felt a sudden pull, an urge to leave the room and go upstairs, almost like an instinct. I excused myself and made my way down the hallway, breathing in the cool, fresh air as I walked. The house was quiet here, and it gave me a moment to gather my thoughts.

That’s when I smelled it.

It was the most intoxicating scent I’d ever encountered, warm and earthy, with a hint of something spicy and... familiar. I couldn’t quite place it, but it filled my senses and left me feeling almost lightheaded. The scent pulled me forward, guiding me down the hall to the last room.

What’s going on?

I reached the door, and the smell grew stronger, mingling with something else... sounds. Low, breathy moans, soft gasps. My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t ignore the strange feeling gnawing at me, like a sense of dread mixed with curiosity.

Slowly, I turned the doorknob and opened the door a crack. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.

Killian was lying on the bed, naked. And there, beside him, was Sophia, her face flushed, her hand intertwined with his.

Time seemed to freeze. My mind couldn’t quite process what I was seeing. I had seen them together countless times, but this.....this was different. It was like a dagger had been driven straight into my heart. The pain was so intense that it nearly brought me to my knees.

Why did it hurt so much?

Just then, Killian looked up, his eyes locking onto mine. The world froze. My mouth opened, and a single word slipped out before I could stop it.

“Mate.”

For a heartbeat, his eyes widened, and I saw the same word forming on his lips, though I couldn’t hear him.

"Mate."

The word hung between us, heavy and electric, like a spark igniting the air.

"No. This can’t be happening."

This was a nightmare. It had to be. My thoughts were a jumbled mess. Killian was Sophia’s boyfriend. There had to be a mistake. The Moon Goddess couldn’t be this cruel.

“Killian?” I whispered, my voice breaking. I took a small, shaky step forward, desperate to understand, to feel anything but this unbearable ache in my chest.

But Killian’s expression shifted. The warmth and recognition vanished, replaced by something cold and hard. He moved, pulling away from Sophia, and a sharp, almost mocking smile twisted his lips.

“Don’t fool yourself, Mira. Do you actually believe that you’re my mate? How pathetic.”

My heart dropped, the hope I didn’t even realize I had been holding onto shattering in an instant. “But... I felt it. You felt it too, didn’t you?” I could barely breathe. Every word was a struggle.

“I don’t want a weakling as my Luna,” he sneered. “I don’t need someone who can’t even look after herself, let alone lead a pack. You’re nothing to me, Mira. Nothing.”

The rejection hit me like a tidal wave, leaving me struggling to breathe, the pain raw and all-consuming. I wanted to scream, to cry, to demand an explanation, but I felt paralyzed, trapped in this nightmare that I couldn’t escape.

My gaze shifted to Sophia, who finally seemed to realize what was happening. Her face was pale, her mouth slightly open as she looked between us, but she said nothing. She just watched as I shattered in front of them.

Without another word, I stumbled back, feeling like I had been torn apart from the inside. I turned and fled down the hallway.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I stumbled, barely catching myself before I collapsed completely. I had thought tonight would be the beginning of a beautiful journey. But instead, it felt like the ground had opened up beneath me, and I was falling into darkness.

All I could hear was Killian’s voice echoing in my mind: “You’re nothing to me, Mira. Nothing.”

I was trying to keep it together, but the pain was too sharp, too raw. I barely noticed Luna Marinette’s gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Mira, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

The room grew quiet. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, watching me cry harder with each second that passed. Luna Marinette tried to wipe away my tears, and Alpha Roger hurried over with tissues, handing them to me with a worried frown. The Alpha, the Luna, my friends, family—everyone was surrounding me, waiting for me to speak, but the words were trapped in my throat.

Then I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs. My heart clenched painfully as I looked up, finding Killian standing there with Sophia, their hands intertwined. The sight of them together was like a knife twisting in my chest, and a low howl of sorrow echoed in my mind—my wolf’s heart was breaking just like mine.

Chapter 2 _Mira's POV_

Killian cleared his throat and addressed the room. “Everyone, there is something that you should know.” He paused, glancing at me, his eyes cold and detached. “Mira is my fated mate.”

A hush fell over the room, and I saw shock ripple through the crowd. Some of our pack members exchanged confused looks, and I felt every single one of those eyes shift to me, waiting for my reaction.

“But,” Killian continued, tightening his grip on Sophia’s hand, “I choose Sophia. She is the one I love, and she is the one I want by my side as my Luna when I become the Alpha. We have been together for a long time, and nothing will change that.”

My legs trembled, and I had to force myself to stand tall.

Alpha Roger looked stunned, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to process what his son had just declared. “Killian, you can’t reject your mate,” Luna Marinette said firmly, her voice carrying a hint of warning. “The Moon Goddess chose Mira for you. This is a sacred bond.”

Killian shook his head. “I know what I feel, Mother. I could never be happy with Mira. My heart belongs to Sophia, and that won’t change. I don’t care about some bond if it means I will be miserable for the rest of my life.”

The pain in my chest grew unbearable. I wanted to speak up, but I didn’t know what to say. Just then, my father stepped forward, glancing between Killian and me. “Maybe we should consider their happiness, Luna Marinette,” he said softly. “Killian and Sophia have loved each other for years. Isn’t that what matters most?”

I felt the words cut through me like a blade. I took a shaky breath and finally found my voice, my words coming out in a broken whisper. “But, Father... what about me?”

My father’s gaze softened, but he didn’t respond.

I looked around, desperate for someone to understand. “I have only one true mate. If Killian rejects me, I will be alone for the rest of my life. And what if... what if Sophia has a fated mate out there, too? What about him?”

Sophia squeezed Killian’s hand and raised her chin defiantly. “I don’t care about that,” she said, her voice cold. “I want Killian, and no one else. I won’t accept anyone but him.”

I opened my mouth, ready to argue, to beg someone to listen, but my mother placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. She shook her head, her expression sad but resigned. I knew what that meant—she wouldn’t support me in this. It was always like this; Sophia was the older sister, the one they always put first. I was used to stepping aside for her happiness. But this felt like too much to bear.

Alpha Roger cleared his throat, his expression grave as he looked between us all. “Very well,” he said finally, his voice heavy. “For the children’s happiness, there will be a rejection ceremony. Three days from now, on the full moon.”

My heart sank, the finality of his words ringing through me like a death sentence. In three days, I would lose my mate, my only chance at true love. And yet, no one seemed to care—no one except my wolf who whimpered in pain.

Three days. Three days to prepare for the moment I would be cast aside... and left to a lifetime of emptiness.

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The three days passed so fast, almost like a blur. Killian and Sophia didn’t talk to me once. I barely saw them at all. My mom tried her best to comfort me. She would hold my hand and say things like, “Mira, the Moon Goddess might give you a second chance mate. It’s rare, but it happens sometimes. You’re strong and you’ll find love again.” But I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.

On the night of the full moon, I walked to the Selene Temple with a heavy heart. My chest felt tight with pain. The entire pack had gathered to witness the rejection ceremony. They would watch my humiliation.

Killian stood across from me at the altar, his face blank and unreadable. I looked into his eyes, trying to find even a trace of kindness or regret, but all I saw was emptiness. The high priestess stepped forward, holding a silver dagger.

“Give me your hand, Mira,” she said softly.

I reached out my hand, trying not to flinch as she sliced my palm with the blade. The cut was quick but the pain in my chest was far worse. She did the same to Killian, then pressed our bleeding hands together over the Moonlight crystal on the altar. Our blood dripped onto the crystal, staining it red.

The high priestess began to chant. “Moon Goddess, we call upon you to accept this rejection…”

She looked to Killian, nodding for him to speak first. His face remained expressionless as he looked down at me. Then, he spoke.

“I, Killian Thomas, son of the Alpha of the Firemoon pack, reject Mira Reynold as my mate.”

The words hit me hard, like a punch to the gut. My heart twisted, but I took a deep breath, holding back tears. I forced myself to say the words.

“I, Mira Reynold, daughter of the Beta of the Firemoon pack, accept your rejection.”

The high priestess continued her chanting, and the crystal began to glow, signaling that the rejection was complete. Suddenly, a fierce, stabbing pain shot through my chest. It was like my heart was being torn in two. I gasped, falling to my knees, clutching my chest as the bond between us shattered.

But no one reached out to help me. No one even noticed my pain.

Sophia ran up to Killian and wrapped her arms around him. She was smiling and glowing with happiness. Alpha Roger stepped forward, his voice proud and strong.

“Next week, my son will be engaged to Sophia. There will be a grand celebration for the entire pack!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices filled with joy and excitement. Everyone was celebrating for them, while I knelt on the cold ground, alone and broken.

No one cared about me. No one cared about my pain. The only person who noticed was my mom. She came over, gently taking my hand, her face filled with worry.

“It’s going to be okay, Mira,” she whispered, trying to soothe me. “You’ll find happiness again. I promise.”

But I couldn’t bear to hear her words. I pulled my hand away and stumbled to my feet, turning away from the crowd. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. I ran back to my room, my vision blurred with tears, and slammed the door shut.

Inside, I sank to the floor, letting the tears come. My heart ached like it had been ripped from my chest, leaving nothing but a hollow emptiness behind. The room was silent, and for the first time, I realized how truly alone I was.

Chapter 3 _Mira's POV_

I sat alone in my room, my heart shattered and my mind numb. It felt like the whole world had turned against me tonight. Killian’s rejection was painful enough, but the cheers from the pack, the smiles, the joy—for them, it was a celebration. For me, it was a nightmare. I had thought, somehow, that someone would understand, that someone would see my pain. But I was wrong. The only one who had come to comfort me was my mom, and even her words felt hollow.

Then, a knock at the door startled me. I ignored it. I hoped that whoever it was would go away. I couldn’t handle any more pity, any more cold reminders that I was now alone. But the knock persisted, firm and unrelenting. With a sigh, I got up and opened the door.

It was Sophia.

She stood there, her lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. On her finger, the engagement ring Killian had given her sparkled in the dim light. She held her hand up, letting the ring catch the light as if to make sure I didn’t miss it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said, tilting her hand to admire the ring. “Killian gave it to me tonight. He said it belonged on the finger of someone worthy of being his Luna.”

I felt a lump rise in my throat, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I stayed silent, staring at her with as much strength as I could muster.

Sophia’s smile grew crueler. “You know, Mira, some of us are just born to lead. It’s a shame, really… The Moon Goddess made a mistake when she bonded you to Killian. You would have only dragged him down.”

I clenched my fists, biting back the urge to tell her to leave. She was relentless, though, her words cutting deeper and deeper with each sentence.

“I mean, really, what did you expect?” she continued. “That he would choose you over me? You’re so… ordinary. Weak. How could you possibly think you were good enough for him?”

Something inside me snapped. I couldn’t take any more of her insults. I pushed past her, walking out into the hall without a word. I could still feel her gaze on me as I went, her laughter echoing behind me, but I didn’t look back.

As I walked past my parents’ room, I slowed down when I heard their voices. My heart still hurt, but a tiny part of me hoped they might say something comforting, something that showed they cared about me.

But what I heard shattered me even more.

“Mira has always been... fragile, hasn’t she?” my mother said, her voice low and cold. “Sophia was meant to lead, to bring our family honor. I don’t know why the Moon Goddess gave Mira the bond with Killian, but thank goodness he had the sense to choose Sophia. Mira would have dragged us down.”

I felt my whole body freeze. They were ashamed of me.

My father’s voice was a heavy sigh. “We’ll need to keep an eye on her. I don’t want her causing any trouble. Maybe it’s time to think about finding a way to remove her from the pack… somewhere she won’t be a distraction.”

Remove me from the pack? I felt like I couldn’t breathe. They wanted me gone, out of sight, out of their lives. They were talking about me like I was nothing more than a burden, something to be rid of. And worse, they didn’t even see me as a person anymore—as their daughter.

“Perhaps she would do better somewhere far from here,” my mother murmured, almost as if she didn’t care what happened to me. “It’s best for everyone if she is not a distraction. We need to focus on Sophia’s future with Killian. Mira… she is just not suited for this life.”

Their words wrapped around my heart like a vice, squeezing every bit of hope, love, and self-worth from me. I felt my knees weaken, but I stayed quiet, leaning against the wall as silent tears slipped down my cheeks.

I had no one. Not my mate, not my sister, and not even my own parents. They saw me as nothing, just a mistake, a shadow compared to Sophia’s light. It was too much to bear, the betrayal too deep, too raw.

I took a shaky breath, wiping my tears. I knew now what I had to do. I couldn’t stay here, not when they wanted me gone. Not when they didn’t see me as part of this family.

That night, I made a choice. I would leave. I would find a place where I could be something more than a disappointment. A place where I could find my own worth, even if no one else could see it. And maybe… maybe one day, I would finally be free of this pain.

I went back to my room and grabbed the biggest bag I could find. My hands shook as I pulled it out from under the bed, but I forced myself to stay calm. I took a deep breath and started looking for clothes, stuffing them into the bag. I didn’t care much about what I packed. Anything would do, as long as I had enough to get me through the next few days.

After I filled the bag with clothes, I slipped quietly out of my room and made my way to the kitchen. The house was dark and quiet. Everyone was either asleep or too busy celebrating Killian and Sophia to notice me.

In the kitchen, I opened the pantry and took some supplies—bread, some dried meat, a few apples. I knew it wasn’t much, but it would last me a few days if I was careful. I packed everything into the bag, making sure not to make any noise. I couldn’t let anyone hear me. No one could know what I was doing.

I took one last look around the kitchen, trying to decide if there was anything else I needed. My heart pounded as I moved, each small sound echoing in the silence. I was terrified someone would walk in and see me but no one came.

I quietly slung the bag over my shoulder, feeling the weight of it settle against me. It felt heavy but so did the pain in my heart. I took one more deep breath then turned and slipped back to my room.

I had everything I needed. Now, all that was left was to leave.

Chapter 4 _Mira's POV_

I took one last look around my room. This was where I had spent so many years, hiding from the world, dreaming, hoping. I thought of the laughter, the secrets I shared with no one, and the quiet nights I spent looking out the window, wondering about my future. Now, I was going away and I knew I would never come back. It felt strange, leaving it all behind, but I had no choice.

A thought crossed my mind: maybe I should leave a note. Something to tell my parents and Sophia not to look for me. Something to tell them, even though they had hurt me, that I didn’t hate them. I had loved them once, even if they couldn’t see it now. I had never been one to hold on to hate. But as I stood there, I knew it was better not to leave anything behind. They wouldn’t miss me, and it would be easier if I just disappeared.

I pulled my hoodie on, tugging the hood over my head. With my heart pounding, I slipped out of my room and headed toward the main door. The pack house was silent, almost empty. I moved carefully, trying not to make a sound, my heart pounding in my chest. I reached the door and pushed it open slowly, stepping outside. The cool night air hit my face and I took a shaky breath.

Just as I closed the door behind me, I saw movement in the distance—a patrolling guard. My stomach twisted. I had forgotten about the guards who patrolled the territory at night. I couldn’t let them see me.

I crouched low and moved toward the bushes, using them as cover. Dirt clung to my clothes but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to the pack border as fast as I could. I chose the southern border. It was closer to the woods and I could hide there if I needed to.

I was almost there when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and my heart sank. A guard had spotted me.

“Stop!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the night. I didn’t hesitate. I ran, my feet pounding the ground, my breath coming in short gasps. I heard him behind me, his footsteps getting louder.

“Stop!” he shouted again but I didn’t look back. I pushed myself harder, my legs burning, my heart racing. I was so close. Just a few more steps.

Finally, I crossed the border. I felt the tension ease slightly as I slipped into the woods. The trees surrounded me, their shadows hiding me from view. The guard stopped at the border. His voice faded as I disappeared deeper into the forest.

I didn’t stop running until I was sure I was far enough away. When I finally slowed down, I looked back, but no one was there. I was alone, truly alone now. The weight of it settled on me, but so did a strange sense of freedom.

For the first time, I was out of their reach.

I knew that starting a new life wouldn’t be easy but I had to try. I had to give it everything I had. Maybe, if I found the courage, I could plead with one of the Alphas from the nearby packs. I could tell them my story, share how even my own family had turned their backs on me. Maybe one of them would take pity on me, understand the loneliness that had driven me to this point. But for now, I had to survive out here, alone in the woods as a rogue. Danger was everywhere and I had to stay on guard.

I kept moving, each step taking me deeper into the forest. The trees became denser. My legs ached, but I pushed forward until I found a small cave nestled among the rocks. It was dark and a little damp but it would keep me safe for the night.

I stepped inside. I gathered some leaves and brushed them across the stone floor to make a rough bed. I pulled out the blanket I had brought, wrapping it tightly around myself. It wasn’t comfortable, not by any means, but it would have to do. Exhausted, I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come.

But I was wrong to think that I was safe.

I woke to a sharp, crushing pain in my right arm. My eyes flew open, and I saw a heavy boot pressing down on me. I started to panic and I looked up to see a man standing over me. There was a twisted smile on his face.

“Well, well, the sleeping beauty has finally awakened,” he sneered.

I looked around, my heart racing as I noticed more figures emerging from the shadows. They were rogues, and their hungry stares made my skin crawl. Fear twisted inside me, cold and hard.

“Look at her,” one of them laughed. “She is a beauty, isn’t she?”

The man crouched down, leaning in close. “Maybe we’ll have a little fun with you,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light. “Before we finish you off.”

My throat tightened, and I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Please… just let me go,” I whispered, barely able to keep the fear out of my voice.

He laughed, low and harsh. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll let you go… eventually.”

I twisted, trying to pull my arm free, but his boot pressed down harder, sending pain shooting through me. The other rogues circled closer, closing in like wolves around a wounded animal. I had never felt so helpless.

But I couldn’t give up. Not now. Not after everything I had already survived. I bit back my fear, drawing on every ounce of courage I had left.

“Please,” I said again, trying to sound stronger than I felt. “I am no threat to you. Just let me go, and I will disappear. You will never see me again.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

One of the other rogues stepped forward, his eyes cold. “She will scream if we’re not careful.”

“Then let her,” the man sneered, never taking his eyes off me. “There is no one around to hear.”

My heart sank as their laughter filled the cave. I was alone, outnumbered, and trapped. I had nowhere to run.

Chapter 5 _Mira's POV_

The rogues circled me. I could see their cruel eyes gleaming in the dim light of the cave. I felt trapped. My heart pounded wildly in my chest as one of them dug his boot into my arm, pinning me down. His sneer sent a chill through me.

“Oh, look at this one,” he jeered. “She is trembling. Poor little thing.”

Another rogue stepped forward, his hand reaching down to grab a fistful of my hair. He pulled my head back roughly, forcing me to look at him. His grin was full of malice.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he mocked, his voice low and taunting. “We’re just going to have a little fun.”

I twisted, trying to pull free, but he yanked my hair harder, sending pain shooting through my scalp. Another rogue laughed, stepping closer. His fingers brushed over my cheek and this made me shiver in disgust.

“She has got spirit, doesn’t she?” he laughed. “Makes it all the more satisfying.”

“Stop… please,” I managed to whisper, my voice breaking. But they only laughed louder as if my pleas were nothing but fuel for their sick amusement.

“Listen to her,” one sneered. “Begging already. Thought you were stronger than that?”

“Hold her down,” another commanded. “Can’t have her squirming around. Might hurt herself.”

Rough hands grabbed my arms, twisting them behind my back. My blouse tore as one of them tugged at it, the fabric ripping under his fingers.

“Look at her,” one of them taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “A little lost lamb, all alone in the dark.”

“She is ours now,” another added with a sneer. “No one is coming for you, princess.”

The words cut deep, filling me with a sense of hopelessness I had never felt before. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to block out their voices, their hands, their cruelty. In the depths of my mind, I sent a silent, desperate plea to the Moon Goddess. "Please… please, Moon Goddess, help me."

But the rogues just kept going, taunting me, tearing at my clothes, laughing as I tried to twist away from their grip.

“She is a fighter,” one of them laughed, wrenching my arm painfully. “But that will just make it better.”

One of them leaned close, his breath hot against my face. “No one to hear you scream. No one to save you. This is it for you.”

“Hey!” A voice boomed through the cave, cutting through their laughter like a knife. “What is going on here?”

The rogues froze, their hands dropping away from me as they turned toward the entrance. My heart stuttered, and I looked up, my vision blurry with tears. A tall, powerful figure stood there, his dark hair shadowing his intense and angry eyes.

The rogue with his boot on me snarled. “Who do you think you are to just barge in here?”

The dark-haired man’s gaze locked onto mine for a moment. I could see something fierce and protective flashing in his eyes. He took a step forward. His expression hardened as he looked at the rogues.

“Get away from her. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold as ice.

One of the rogues laughed and pulled out a knife. “Oh, too late for that. She is ours.”

The man barely blinked. “Wrong. She is not yours.”

Without another word, he lunged forward, fists swinging. His men followed him in, each one moving with deadly precision. The cave filled with the sounds of the fight—fists connecting, grunts of pain, and the rogues’ angry shouts. The man with dark hair fought like a beast, his punches fast and brutal, knocking the rogues back.

I watched them. My body ached and I was barely able to comprehend what was happening. One rogue came toward me, but the dark-haired man was quicker, intercepting him with a fierce punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

When the last rogue was down, silence fell over the cave. My rescuer turned to me, his gaze softening as he knelt by my side. He gently lifted my head and cradled it in his arms.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice a low murmur, filled with concern.

I nodded weakly. I was too exhausted to speak. The pain throbbed in every part of my body and tears blurred my vision as I looked up at him. He glanced over my bruises and cuts. He frowned and he seemed to be angry.

Carefully, he brushed his fingers against my arm, and when he lifted his hand, his fingers were stained with my blood. His expression darkened and he called over his shoulder.

“Jason, she is bleeding. Get me something to wrap her wounds.”

Jason, one of his men, immediately stepped forward, pulling off his shirt and ripping it into strips. He handed them to the man, who gently wrapped my arm. His movements were quick but he was very careful with me. It was as if he was afraid of hurting me.

“You are safe now,” he murmured, his eyes filled with reassurance. “They won’t hurt you anymore.”

I tried to keep my eyes open, to hold onto the safety I felt in his gaze, but the exhaustion was too much. Darkness began to pull me under, and I let it, finally letting myself fall into the quiet void. I knew that I was safe in his arms.

Chapter 6 _Mira's POV_

When I woke up, everything felt hazy and disoriented. My head pounded, and my body ached everywhere. I opened my eyes, blinking against the bright lights overhead. It took a moment to realize I was lying in a bed, soft sheets tucked around me. My heart started racing as memories of the rogues filled my mind. Panic bubbled up in my chest, and I looked around frantically, afraid that they were still nearby.

But then, I felt something warm on my hand. A gentle pressure, steady and calming. I looked down and saw a large hand covering mine. I slowly lifted my gaze and found myself staring into the face of the man who had saved me.

He was sitting beside me, watching me closely. Now that I could see him clearly, I realized he was incredibly handsome. His dark hair framed his strong face, and his eyes were a warm, intense blue. He looked at me with a mix of concern and kindness that made my heart flutter.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

I swallowed. My throat was dry. “I… I have a headache. It hurts.”

He nodded, a hint of worry crossing his face. “I’ll call the doctor to check on you.”

He stood up and pressed a button on the side of the bed. Within moments, a doctor came into the room, a middle-aged woman with a gentle smile. She looked me over, checking my pulse, shining a light in my eyes, and murmuring soft reassurances.

“Your vitals are stable,” she told me. “You need to rest so you can heal properly. Don’t push yourself too hard.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. The doctor left, and I found myself alone with the man again. He sat back down beside me, his presence comforting in a way which I couldn’t explain.

“You are safe now,” he said, his voice low and gentle. “If you need anything, just call the nurse. She will take care of you.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me. “You… you were very kind. You saved me.”

He smiled, just a small one, but it made my heart feel lighter. “I am glad I got there in time. You are safe now.”

For a moment, silence settled between us. I could still feel the weight of his hand over mine, grounding me. Then he shifted slightly as if hesitating.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” he asked, his tone careful.

I shook my head, curious and maybe a little nervous. “No… go ahead.”

He took a breath, his gaze steady on mine. “What were you doing in the forest?”

The question made my chest tighten, memories I had tried to bury flooding back. I looked away, feeling the sting of betrayal all over again. I hesitated, but there was something in his eyes, a warmth that told me I could trust him.

“I… I ran away from my pack,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I caught my mate… he was with my sister… in bed.” The words felt heavy, and I had to force them out. “He rejected me.”

His expression softened, sympathy and something else flashing in his eyes. “I am… I am very sorry that happened to you,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. “No one should have to go through that.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Thank you.”

He reached over and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Listen,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring, “you can stay here, in my pack, for as long as you need. Until you find another place or… whatever you want to do next.”

The offer took me by surprise. “Really? I don’t… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You won’t be a burden,” he said firmly. “My pack members will welcome you. You will be safe here, I promise.”

I felt my heart lift a little at his words. For the first time in a long while, I felt like maybe things would be okay. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “Thank you so much.”

He smiled at me again, a warm, genuine smile that eased some of the lingering pain in my chest. “You are welcome.”

We sat in silence for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt like a calm I hadn’t felt in ages. I looked at him, really looked, and noticed the strength in his features, the way his presence seemed to fill the room, making me feel safe just by being near him.

“By the way,” he said suddenly, his tone lighter, “my name is Aaron. Alpha of this pack.”

I blinked in surprise. “Alpha Aaron?”

He chuckled. “You can just call me Aaron.”

“Aaron,” I repeated, the name feeling strange yet comforting on my lips. “Thank you, Aaron. Really.”

He gave a slight nod. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. The nurse will be here if you need help, and you are welcome to stay in the guest quarters once you are feeling better.”

I nodded, grateful beyond words. “Thank you. You are… you are very kind.”

A shadow passed over his expression, and he looked away for a moment. “Kindness is something we all need sometimes,” he said quietly. Then he looked back at me, his gaze steady. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you later.”

I watched as he stood up, giving me a reassuring nod before he left the room. As the door closed behind him, I let out a slow breath, sinking back into the bed. I still felt the pain of what I had been through, the betrayal and the loss, but there was something new now—hope.

For the first time since everything had fallen apart, I felt like maybe I wasn’t completely alone.

Chapter 7 _Mira's POV_

The next day, I felt a bit better. My body still ached, but at least I could sit up without my head spinning. The doctor came in, smiling as she checked my vitals.

“You are healing well,” she said. “I think you are ready to leave the hospital. Just remember to take it easy.”

I nodded. I was grateful for her kindness. “Thank you,” I murmured.

Just then, Aaron walked into the room. He looked relieved to see me sitting up. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, a gentle smile on his face.

“Yes,” I replied, feeling a strange warmth at the sight of him. He had saved me, cared for me, and here he was again.

He reached out his hand, and I hesitated before placing mine in his. His grip was firm yet gentle, guiding me as I swung my legs off the bed and stood up. My legs wobbled, but Aaron held me steady.

“Careful,” he murmured. “Lean on me if you need to.”

Together, we made our way out of the hospital room. Aaron’s Beta, a tall man with short brown hair, was waiting for us outside.

“This is Jason, my Beta,” Aaron explained.

Jason nodded at me, smiling politely. “It’s nice to meet you, Mira,” he said.

“Nice to meet you too,” I replied, my voice a little shy.

“Jason will be driving us to the pack house,” Aaron said, guiding me to a sleek black car waiting outside. He helped me into the back seat, his hand gentle on my shoulder. Then he climbed in beside me.

The drive was quiet but comfortable. I stole a few glances at Aaron, noticing the way his gaze stayed focused on the scenery outside, yet his hand never left mine, resting softly between us.

After a short drive, the car slowed down in front of a massive mansion. My eyes widened as I took in the sight. It was beautiful—grand and elegant, with towering pillars and perfectly trimmed hedges surrounding the entrance. The Blue Moon pack house.

“We’re here,” Aaron said softly, his gaze warm as he looked at me. “Welcome to the Blue Moon pack, Mira.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, overwhelmed by everything that he was doing for me.

As we stepped out of the car, a man with black hair and dark eyes approached us. He was tall and well-built, exuding strength and confidence. He bowed slightly, addressing Aaron.

“Alpha,” he said respectfully. “While you were away, a group of rogues attempted to cross into our territory. I have detained them in the cellar.”

Aaron’s expression grew serious. “Thank you, Lucian. I’ll deal with them later.” He turned to me with a softer look. “Mira, this is Lucian, my Gamma.”

Lucian gave me a polite nod, extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mira.”

I shook his hand, noticing how his grip was firm but respectful. “Nice to meet you too,” I replied.

Aaron’s face softened again as he turned back to me. “Let me show you around,” he offered, gesturing toward the mansion.

We stepped inside, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The entryway was vast, with high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and elegant furnishings that looked as if they had come straight out of a magazine. Everything sparkled, from the polished floors to the gilded frames on the walls. I felt completely out of place in this luxurious setting.

Aaron guided me down hallways, pointing out various rooms—the dining hall, the library, and the lounge. Each room was more stunning than the last. I had never seen anything like it.

Finally, he stopped in front of a large door. “This is your room,” he said, opening the door and stepping aside for me to enter.

I stepped in and gasped. The room was enormous, with a king-sized bed covered in soft white linens, a sitting area with plush armchairs, and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in a flood of natural light. There was even a small balcony with a view of the forest.

“This… this is too much,” I stammered, turning to face him. “You didn’t have to go to all this trouble. A simple room would have been fine.”

Aaron shook his head, smiling. “No, this room is appropriate for you. You’re my guest, and I want you to feel comfortable.”

I felt a warmth spread through my chest. No one had ever treated me this way before. “Thank you,” I whispered, feeling the weight of his kindness.

He nodded, his gaze soft. “Get settled in. I’ll have someone bring you some clothes.”

I looked around the room, still feeling like I was dreaming. “Thank you, Aaron,” I said, my voice full of gratitude.

He gave me a slight nod, then paused by the door. “By the way, my room is right next to yours. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

I nodded, though his words left me a bit confused. Why would he put me so close to him? I was just a guest, not family. But I brushed the thought aside, reminding myself of everything he had done for me. I shouldn’t doubt him.

After he left, I wandered around the room, still amazed by the luxury surrounding me. It was so different from anything I had ever known. Yet, despite everything, a part of me felt… safe.

Chapter 8 _Mira's POV_

The next morning, I was pulled from sleep by a loud knocking on my door. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up, still feeling drowsy. Slowly, I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the door, my legs feeling a bit shaky as I opened it. Aaron stood there, his brows lifting slightly as he looked at me.

“Oh, I woke you,” he said. His voice sounded apologetic. “I thought you would be up by now. It’s already ten.”

I blinked, feeling my cheeks warm with embarrassment. “Oh, no… I overslept. Sorry,” I mumbled, glancing away. I felt foolish standing there, sleepy-eyed and rumpled in front of him.

“There’s no need to apologize,” Aaron said, his tone gentle. He held out a bag to me. “I brought you some clothes. I hope they fit and that you’ll be comfortable.”

“Oh, thank you,” I murmured, taking the bag from him. It felt heavier than I expected.

He gave me a small smile. “I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready. Take your time. Breakfast is waiting.” With that, he turned and headed down the hall, leaving me to get dressed.

As I opened the bag, my eyes widened. The clothes inside were unlike anything I had ever seen—beautiful, luxurious fabrics, all in soft colors and elegant designs. I hesitated, touching the fabric, wondering why he would go to so much trouble for me. I was just a stranger he had rescued in the woods. But Aaron… maybe he really did have a kind heart.

After taking a quick bath, I slipped into the clothes. They fit perfectly, and for the first time in a long while, I felt… special. Shaking off the thought, I made my way downstairs.

When I reached the dining room, Aaron was sitting at the table, glancing over some papers. He looked up when he saw me and gestured for me to sit beside him. I walked over and settled in the chair next to him.

“Good morning,” he greeted, giving me that warm smile of his. “I hope you slept well.”

“Yes, I did,” I replied, smiling back. “Thank you.”

He picked up a plate, glancing over the spread of food on the table. “What would you like to eat?”

I looked at the table, feeling overwhelmed by the variety. There were fruits, pastries, eggs, and things I had only ever seen in magazines. I shifted in my seat, feeling a bit shy. “Um… maybe some fruit and eggs?” I said quietly.

Aaron nodded, filling my plate with care. He even cut up the fruit for me, arranging it on the plate in a neat pattern. I felt a bit embarrassed but also touched by his thoughtfulness.

As I started eating, I could feel Aaron’s gaze on me, watching me intently. It made me a little nervous, but I tried to focus on my food. After a few minutes, he cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he began, his voice soft. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

I looked up, curious. “Sure. Go ahead.”

He studied my face for a moment before asking, “What were you doing in the woods all alone?”

The question made my stomach tighten. I nearly choked on my food. Aaron quickly handed me a glass of water, his eyes full of concern as I took a sip and steadied myself. After a moment, I set the glass down and took a deep breath, feeling the ache of old wounds.

“I… I was running away,” I admitted softly. “My mate, Killian, rejected me. For my sister.”

Aaron’s gaze softened, his expression unreadable. “Your own sister?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We were true mates, but he chose her over me. My parents supported his decision. The whole pack did. They were all so happy for them… for her.” I bit my lip, trying to keep my emotions in check. “I felt like an outsider in my own pack. So, I left.”

Aaron’s hand moved to cover mine, his touch warm and comforting. “I’m so sorry, Mira. You didn’t deserve that.”

I looked away, trying to steady my voice. “I thought maybe I could find another pack, start fresh somewhere new. I just… didn’t know where to go.”

Aaron gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “You don’t have to keep searching. You’re welcome to stay here, with the Blue Moon pack. I would be glad to have you.”

His words took me by surprise, filling me with warmth. “You really mean that?”

He smiled, nodding. “Yes, of course. You’re safe here, Mira.”

My chest tightened with emotion. “Thank you, Aaron,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper.

He lifted my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles. “You’re welcome. And please, eat well. The doctor warned you could suffer from weakness if you’re not careful.”

I nodded, feeling the warmth of his touch linger on my skin even after he let go. He stood then, excusing himself. “I have some matters to attend to, but I’ll come by later to check on you.”

“Alright,” I said, watching him go. His kindness was almost overwhelming, yet it felt… right. Like I was meant to be here.

After he left, I continued eating, feeling a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. Aaron’s words replayed in my mind, soothing the raw edges of my heart. For the first time since I left my pack, I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be.

Chapter 9 _Mira's POV_

After finishing breakfast, I decided to explore the mansion. I wanted to get a feel for my new surroundings and maybe meet some of the pack members. Aaron’s kindness had warmed my heart, and I thought I might feel more welcome here. The mansion was lively, with people bustling around. They were working together. Some were cleaning, others organizing supplies, and it felt like a tightly-knit community.

I made my way towards a group of pack members dusting shelves in the hallway. Smiling, I approached them, hoping to strike up a conversation. "Hi, do you need help with anything?" I asked, keeping my voice friendly.

They barely glanced at me, quickly going back to their work as if I hadn’t spoken at all. My smile faltered. I tried asking another question, but they continued to ignore me, their expressions blank and closed off.

Feeling a bit awkward, I walked away, trying not to let it bother me. Maybe they were just busy. As I passed the kitchen, I saw a few more pack members cooking and cleaning up. Hoping to be helpful, I stepped inside.

“Good morning!” I greeted them, giving a small wave. “I’m Mira, Aaron asked me to stay here for a while. Is there anything I can do to help?”

An older woman stopped what she was doing and looked at me, her eyes cold. “We don’t need any help,” she said briskly. “Please let us work in peace and stop asking questions.”

The bluntness of her words stung. I nodded, trying to hide my hurt. “Oh, alright… I didn’t mean to bother you.”

She turned away without another word, and I backed out of the kitchen, feeling embarrassed and a little hurt. I didn’t understand. Why were they treating me like this? Was it because I was an outsider?

I continued down the hallway, trying to shake off the sting of their rejection. As I passed a group of young girls, I heard one of them whispering.

“Look, there she is,” one girl muttered, not bothering to lower her voice. “I thought she would be pretty at least. What does the Alpha see in her?”

I felt my cheeks burn with shame. Their words cut deep, but I forced myself to keep walking, pretending I hadn’t heard. Why would they say such things? Did they think I was here to take advantage of Aaron’s kindness?

Trying to distract myself, I wandered toward a section of the mansion where portraits hung on the walls. Most were of people who looked powerful and proud, likely former Alphas and Lunas of the Blue Moon pack. The paintings were detailed and grand, showing the strength and dignity of each leader.

One portrait, in particular, caught my eye. It was of a young couple—a woman with brown hair and bright blue eyes, and a man with dark hair and intense green eyes. They looked vibrant and full of life, smiling warmly at each other. A strange feeling settled over me as I looked at them. Something about them felt familiar, like I had seen them before, but I couldn’t remember where.

I shook my head, brushing off the thought. Maybe it was just the portrait’s warmth that reminded me of something. I turned to leave when Jason appeared at the end of the hallway.

He noticed me and smiled, nodding in greeting. “Mira, there you are. The Alpha wanted to have lunch with you. Are you free?”

I nodded, feeling a flicker of relief to see a friendly face. “Yes, I’m free. Lead the way.”

He guided me to the dining hall, where Aaron was waiting at the head of the table. His face brightened when he saw me, and he gestured for me to sit across from him.

“I hope your morning went well?” he asked, his gaze warm as he looked at me.

I hesitated, not wanting to complain. “It was… fine,” I replied, forcing a smile.

Aaron frowned slightly, picking up on my tone. “Is something wrong?”

I looked down, feeling foolish. “It’s nothing, really. Just… some of the pack members seemed a little distant.”

Aaron’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry, Mira. They can be… wary of newcomers. But give it time. They’ll come around.”

I nodded, not entirely convinced but grateful for his reassurance. “Thank you. I guess I just need to be patient.”

He offered me a gentle smile. “And if anyone treats you poorly, let me know. You’re a guest here, and I want you to feel safe and welcome.”

The kindness in his voice warmed me again, and I relaxed a bit. “Thank you, Aaron. You have done so much for me already.”

“Let’s focus on lunch for now,” he said, gesturing to the spread before us. “What would you like?”

I scanned the options, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the variety again. “Maybe just a sandwich… if that’s alright?”

Aaron chuckled, seeming amused by my simple choice. He filled a plate for me, adding a bit of salad and a glass of juice. We ate in comfortable silence for a while until he set down his fork and looked at me thoughtfully.

“I was curious,” he began, his tone gentle. “What kind of work would you like to do here, if you decided to stay?”

The question caught me off guard, and I took a moment to think. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “Back home, I mostly helped around the pack grounds. Cleaning, organizing supplies, things like that.”

Aaron nodded. “You don’t need to worry about it right away. Take some time to settle in. When you’re ready, I’ll help you find something that suits you.”

I gave him a grateful smile, touched by his patience. “Thank you, really. It means a lot to me.”

His gaze softened, and he reached across the table, placing his hand over mine. “You’re not alone, Mira. Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it.”

He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go. “Now, make sure you eat well. The doctor warned you might feel weak for a while.”

I nodded, taking another bite of my food, and Aaron excused himself, saying he had some duties to attend to but would check on me later.

After he left, I finished my meal slowly, feeling more at ease than I had in days. I wandered through the mansion a bit more, avoiding the areas where I knew the pack members were working, not wanting to bother them. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider here, and the hurtful words I had overheard echoed in my mind.

But I reminded myself of Aaron’s kindness, of his reassurance that I was safe and welcome here. He believed in me, and maybe, just maybe, I could believe in this new life too.

Chapter 10 _Mira's POV_

I couldn’t sleep that night. I tossed and turned, pulling the blanket tighter around me, hoping for comfort. But the unfamiliar sounds of the mansion, the quiet echo of footsteps down the hall, and the lingering sting from the pack’s coldness wouldn’t leave me. Aaron’s kindness had warmed me, but the others... they were different. I felt like an outsider, like I didn’t belong here, no matter how much Aaron tried to reassure me.

Eventually, sleep finally crept in, and my heavy eyelids closed. When I opened them again, I found myself in a small, cozy house. A warm fire crackled nearby, casting a golden glow across the room. I looked around. I felt strange. The furniture looked enormous. Everything was oversized, and as I glanced down, I realized why—I was a child. Small hands, little feet… it was like I was seeing the world through a child’s eyes.

I shivered, feeling cold, and stepped closer to the fire, reaching out for its warmth. Suddenly, a voice called out, “Mira, come here! Don’t go near the fire!”

I spun around, seeing a woman hurrying toward me. She had warm brown hair and the brightest blue eyes, just like the woman in the portrait I had seen earlier that day. She looked at me with such love, it made my heart ache. She scooped me up into her arms, holding me close.

“Let’s have dinner, little one,” she said softly, her voice soothing. She carried me to the table, setting me down in a tall chair and wrapping a bib around my neck, tying it with a gentle touch. The cloth was soft, and it smelled faintly of lavender.

She put a plate of food in front of me, her smile warm and gentle. Just then, two men entered the room. One had dark hair and deep green eyes, exactly like the man in the portrait, and the other… the other looked like Aaron. My breath caught in my chest. He looked just like him, though a bit younger.

The two men were talking quietly, their voices low and serious. But the woman interrupted them with a soft laugh, waving them over.

“Come, you two. Dinner is ready,” she said, her voice light.

They joined us at the table and settled down. The woman picked up a small spoon, taking a bit of food and gently bringing it to my lips. I tasted it but scrunched up my nose—it was bitter and I didn’t want to eat it.

“Come on, Mira,” she coaxed, her tone playful. “Open your mouth. Just a little taste.”

I tried to refuse and shook my head. The man who looked like Aaron chuckled, reaching over to pat my head. “Listen to your mother,” he said with a soft smile. There was something so familiar in his voice, and it made me feel safe.

Then, the peace shattered.

There was a loud crash as the door flew open. Men stormed in, their faces shadowed by heavy gear and rifles slung across their chests. My heart pounded as they raised their guns. They were shouting, their voices blending into a roar.

The man with green eyes leapt up, but before he could reach me, the one who looked like Aaron scooped me into his arms, pressing me close. “Hold on to me,” he whispered, his voice urgent but calm. “We’ll keep you safe.”

I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder as he carried me to another room, hiding me behind a wall. I could hear the footsteps of the intruders getting closer, and my body shook with fear. I held my breath, praying they wouldn’t find us.

But the noise grew louder, and I could feel danger closing in. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching tighter, hoping, praying…

Then I woke up.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and sweat beaded on my forehead. The familiar walls of my room in the mansion came into focus, and I let out a shaky breath. It was just a nightmare. But it had felt so real—so vivid. I could still feel the woman’s soft hands, still hear the man’s voice.

There was a knock at my door, and I jumped, still rattled. I pulled the blanket around me, my voice weak. “Yes?”

The door opened, and Aaron stood there, concern etched across his face. “Mira, are you alright? I heard a noise.”

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “I… I had a nightmare,” I admitted, my voice shaky. I hated how weak it sounded, but I couldn’t hide the fear that lingered.

Aaron stepped inside, closing the door gently behind him. He came over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly, his eyes searching my face.

I hesitated, not sure where to begin. “It was… strange. I was a child, and there was a woman with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked familiar. It was as if I knew her.”

Aaron’s brows furrowed, but he stayed quiet, listening.

“There was a man too,” I continued, my voice a little steadier. “He looked like you, Aaron. And… there were these men, armed. They broke in, and everything turned chaotic.”

Aaron’s expression grew serious, and he took my hand, his touch warm and grounding. “I’m sorry, Mira. That sounds terrifying.”

“It was,” I whispered, my throat tight. I couldn’t understand why I had dreamed it, or why it had felt so real. “But it… it felt like more than just a dream, Aaron. Like a memory I couldn’t quite reach.”

Aaron’s gaze softened, and he squeezed my hand gently. “Our minds have strange ways of holding onto things we can’t understand yet,” he said, his voice comforting. “But I am here, Mira. If anything feels too heavy, lean on me.”

I nodded, feeling some of the tension melt away. “Thank you, Aaron. I don’t know what I would do without you here.”

“You don’t have to find out,” he said firmly, his eyes warm. “You are safe here, Mira. Whatever happened in the past—whether it was a memory or just a nightmare—it’s over now. You have a new beginning here.”

I managed a small smile, comforted by his words. “Thank you,” I whispered, feeling the last of the fear drain away. Aaron was right. Whatever my mind had conjured up, it was gone now.

He stayed with me a little longer, talking softly about small things until my breathing steadied and I felt more at ease. Finally, when I was calm, he stood to leave.

“Get some rest, Mira,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “If you need anything, I am just down the hall.”

I nodded, watching as he slipped out, his presence leaving the room feeling warmer, safer.

As I lay back down, I closed my eyes, holding onto the comfort Aaron had given me. The fear of the nightmare slowly faded, replaced by a cautious hope.

And this time, I fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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The cake tasted like ash in my mouth. Cheers erupted around me as Killian took Sophia’s hand, their fingers intertwining like vines choking the last breath from my heart. Eighteen years I’d waited for this moment—the awakening of my wolf, the claiming of my mate. Instead, I stood frozen in the corner, watching the man marked by the Moon Goddess smile at my sister, call her his Luna, while I was branded ‘unworthy’ with a single glance.

I slipped upstairs, desperate for air, only to find them tangled in sheets, skin slick with sweat and sin. Our eyes met. I felt it—the pull, the bond, undeniable. And then he said it: ‘Don’t fool yourself, Mira. You’re nothing to me.’

Now, crouched behind the pantry door, I press a hand to my trembling lips. My parents’ voices slice through the dark. ‘Remove her from the pack… best for everyone.’ They want me gone. Erased.

Tears blur the hallway as I sprint to my room. Bag. Clothes. Bread. Knife. I won’t die waiting for permission to live.

The southern woods swallow me whole. Twigs snap behind me—I’m not alone. A guard shouts. I run harder, lungs burning, until the border fades behind me. Freedom tastes like pine and fear.

Then silence.

Too much silence.

I turn.

Yellow eyes gleam in the dark. Five figures step forward, grinning with too many teeth. One licks his lips. ‘Look what wandered into our den.’

My pulse hammers. No weapon. No backup. No hope.

Until a roar splits the night.

From the shadows, a man emerges—tall, furious, crowned in moonlight. He doesn’t speak. He fights. Bones crack. Blood sprays. In seconds, the rogues lie broken.

He kneels beside me, cradling my face. His voice is rough velvet. ‘You’re safe now.’

But when his scent hits me—warm earth, storm-wind, home—I realize something worse than death just happened.

I’m falling for my rescuer.

And my mate hasn’t even asked for a second chance yet.