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Freya’s gaze remained icy as she watched Eleanor make her theatrics, clearly trying to manipulate the scene in front of onlookers. Siverfang Pack’s matriarch, as always, thought she could control everything with bluster and theatrics–but Freya’s wolf coiled tightly in her chest, a silent growl rumbling under her ribs at the audacity of Eleanor’s act.
Caelum, standing just beside his mother, spoke in a low, firm tone, his wolf emanating a controlled but sharp aura. “Freya, you’d better apologize to my mother right now.”
Freya’s amber eyes flicked to him, her voice cutting through the tension like a hunting knife. “She attacked me first. I see no reason to apologize.”
“Regardless,” Caelum’s tone hardened, wolf bristling beneath the skin, “my mother is a senior. Even if she scolds you or strikes you lightly, can’t you tolerate it?”
Lana standing a step behind Freya, let out a low, wolfish laugh, her tail flicking in barely restrained amusement. “Ha! I’ve never heard such a ridiculous joke. Caelum, you’re divorced from Freya–what reason does she have to tolerate you or your mother?”
Aurora stepped forward, her wolf a quiet shadow of pride and propriety. “Freya, you shouldn’t encourage your friend to insult my elders,” she said, though the faint tremor in her voice betrayed her inner unease. Wolves can hide their fear, but never fully.
Freya’s gaze sharpened, wolf coiled, dangerous. “I’m not insulting them,” she said softly, though every syllable carried the weight of her predator’s focus. “But perhaps the investigation report from City’s Fire Authority will clarify whether your inaction had consequences, Aurora.”
Eleanor’s hand flexed in frustration, her wolf growling faintly beneath her skin. Giselle added her voice, shrill and sharp. “Freya, you just can’t stand that my mother favors Aurora over you! Tell me, what makes you deserving of her kindness? Can you compare to Aurora?”
Before Freya could respond, a massive electronic screen in the center of the mall flickered to life. The familiar, polished voice of the City news anchor boomed across the shoppers, drawing every gaze in the vicinity.
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“… Following a thorough investigation into the border wildfire five years ago, the Fire Department has submitted its findings to the local government. After review, it has been decided to revoke Aurora’s title as Fire Hero…”
Aurora’s wolf stiffened. Her tail twitched, heart slamming against her ribcage. She staggered slightly, her body trembling as disbelief washed over her. How could this be? She had spent
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years covering every angle, paying favors, ensuring her reputation remained untarnished- and now the title was gone.
Before she could process the loss, another news clip began to play, sent from a press conference held by Wing, the aviation conglomerate she worked for. Freya’s wolf’s senses heightened, eyes narrowing as she observed the Alpha’s reaction.
“…Following the internal review, Wing has decided to terminate Ms. Aurora’s employment. Effective immediately, she will no longer serve in any capacity with Wing…”
Aurora’s wolf recoiled, pulse pounding. Her face drained of color as if the life had been sucked from her. The text message notification pinged almost simultaneously on her WolfComm device. Trembling hands opened it. Confirmation: Wing formally terminating her labor
contract.
“Mom, what’s going on? Why are they taking her title? And Wing–is she really being dismissed?” Giselle demanded, confusion and a flicker of panic in her voice.
Eleanor frowned, trying to appear composed despite the sudden upheaval in their carefully curated social world. “What is this about?”
Caelum stepped forward, voice measured, wolf controlling the surge of tension in the air. “Mother, hold your questions. Let’s understand the situation first.”
Giselle, fidgeting, pressed, “Will she still be a co–pilot?” Her wolf quivered; the thought of losing status unsettled her more than she’d like to admit.
Lana’s laugh rippled through the mall, wolfish, carrying an edge that drew a few startled glances from passing shoppers. “Aurora’s downfall is deserved. She ignored a colleague in peril, had a fire extinguisher at hand, and yet abandoned them. Now, not only is her Fire Hero title revoked, but Wing has terminated her contract.”
Freya’s amber eyes glinted dangerously, wolf coiled and taut. “Let’s not forget, Aurora’s original rise to co–pilot was largely due to the Fire Hero recognition. Now that’s gone, her position in aviation could very well vanish as well. I wonder which pack–or company–would dare take her in again.”
Every word Lana spoke carved deeper into Eleanor and Giselle’s expressions. The elder matriarch’s face twisted from indignation to disbelief. Giselle’s scowl turned almost frantic. The mall’s shoppers had begun pointing, whispering, the scent of scandal spreading through the air like a predator’s musk.
Aurora’s face flushed, red–white in contrast, and she muttered, voice tight. “Caelum… I want to return home immediately.”
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“Of course. I’ll take you back,” he replied, wolf guiding every movement, yet restrained to avoid exacerbating the situation further.
Suddenly, Eleanor lunged, grabbing Caelum’s arm, anger spiking like a wolf scent in the wind. “So that’s it? I see now why you took us shopping–so we’d soften to your loss, so we wouldn’t speak up!”
Aurora’s jaw tightened. She wanted to defend the act, but the wolf inside her recoiled, aware of the power dynamics at play. “Aunt Eleanor… it’s not like that,” she began, voice careful, precise.
But Eleanor’s wolf surged, claws metaphorical and sharp, her ego wounded by the social exposure and the loss of prestige. “Don’t lie to me! Do you think we won’t notice?”
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Eleanor’s eyes burned with disdain as she turned on Aurora, the mask of approval she had worn earlier slipping away in an instant. Her wolf aura lashed out like a whip.
“You’re no longer a co–pilot, and now you carry a stain so deep it reeks of disgrace. How dare you presume to be worthy of my son?” she spat, her voice sharp enough to draw heads from nearby shoppers. “Caelum, I forbid you from staying with this woman.”
“Mother!” Caelum’s face darkened, his wolf bristling under the sting of her words. His mother’s outburst, in such a public place, was humiliating–especially in front of Freya, who stood silently, her golden eyes glinting with predator’s amusement.
Aurora stiffened, humiliation tightening her chest. Her wolf pressed against her ribs, restless and cornered. “Eleanor,” she bit out, the formal address ringing hollow, “Caelum and I are bound by true affection. You have no right to tear us apart.”
But in her heart, she knew better. She was cornered, stripped of her title, her position, and now clung to Caelum as her last foothold. Without him, her wolf would spiral into nothingness.
A sharp crack tore through the air. Eleanor’s hand struck across Aurora’s face, the sound of the slap echoing like a whip in the cavernous shopping hall. Aurora staggered, pain blooming hot across her cheek,
“True affection?” Eleanor sneered, wolf aura heavy, choking the space around them. “You’re nothing but a scheming temptress. A usurper. A mistress who seduced my son.”
Aurora’s wolf snarled in protest, but her pride bled through her eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek. “Even if you are Caelum’s mother, you cannot treat me this way!”
“Can’t I?” Eleanor snapped.
From the sidelines, Lana gave a mocking laugh, her wolf sharp and unrestrained, enjoying the spectacle. “Aurora, weren’t you the one who told Freya not to quarrel with her elders? You boasted that if it were you, you would endure anything–insults, even blows–for the sake of respect.”
Aurora’s throat constricted, words jamming like broken glass. She had said that–smugly, when she thought it made her superior to Freya. Now those words turned back on her like a poisoned blade, burying deep.
Her wolf whimpered with humiliation.
She reached desperately for Caelum’s sleeve, her voice trembling, almost pleading, “Caelum…”
But before he could speak, Freya’s voice sliced through the chaos, cool and edged with derision. Her wolf pulsed dominance, amber gaze pinning him. “Caelum, since you’re so devoted to filial piety, shouldn’t you remind Aurora of her own words? That your mother is a senior, and even if she scolds her or raises her hand, Aurora should endure?”
Caelum froze. The weight of Freya’s words crashed against him, his wolf’s throat closing with shame. He could not answer–his loyalty to his mother clashed violently with his bond to Aurora. His jaw clenched, but the words refused to form.
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Eleanor, emboldened, unleashed another torrent of venom, her wolf baring its fangs. Aurora’s pride shattered under the weight, and at last she snapped back, her voice shrill with desperation. The retaliation only stoked Eleanor’s fury further, and soon Giselle, Caelum’s sister, joined the fray, her wolf spitting insults like venom.
The argument descended into a full–blown pack squabble, claws unsheathed not in flesh but in words sharp enough to scar. Eleanor’s shrieks, Aurora’s desperate protests, Giselle’s taunts–their wolves clashed with snarls that seemed to reverberate through the walls of the shopping mall.
“Mother! Aurora! Enough!” Caelum roared, stepping between them, his Alpha aura flaring to keep the peace. Yet even his dominance couldn’t entirely smother the chaos. The scene had already drawn too many eyes. Wolves and humans alike whispered, some raising their WolfComm devices to record, the scandal seeping into the air like blood in water.
Freya watched with arms folded, her wolf calm, regal, every inch the predator surveying prey that had turned on one another. She turned to Lana, lips curving faintly. “We’ve seen enough. Let’s leave.”
Lana’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Leave? I could watch this ‘dogfight‘ all day. Not long ago, they were united against you, and now look–mother, daughter, and lover tearing each other apart. It’s art.”
Freya arched a brow, her wolf flicking its tail in amusement. “Stay if you want.”
Lana gave the gathering crowd another glance. Several were openly recording, murmuring with growing excitement. She smirked. “No, you’re right. This will hit the network before long. I’ll enjoy it replayed a hundred times over.”
Together, the two women walked out of the mall, their wolves brushing the air with dominance, leaving the chaos behind them.
Just beyond the glass doors, a sleek black vehicle was parked. Silas stepped out as Freya approached, his broad frame and commanding aura marking him instantly as the Ironclad Coalition’s Alpha. He moved smoothly, as though this meeting was planned all along.
“Done with your shopping?” he asked casually, his wolf giving a respectful brush of recognition as he took the bags from her arms without hesitation. His hands dwarfed the delicate handles, setting them. effortlessly into the trunk..
Freya tilted her head, studying him. “Yes. But the mall’s central screen… the sudden broadcast of Aurora’s scandals. That was no coincidence, was it? If I’m not mistaken, this mall is under Whitmor holdings.”
Silas’s eyes darkened, the flicker of a predator’s grin tugging at his lips. “You’re right. And Aurora dared to humiliate you in my territory. If she thought she could wound you, she will pay the price My Luna is not prey. She is the storm.”
Freya’s wolf stirred with satisfaction, silent but fierce.
Meanwhile, across the city, Jocelyn Thorne sat in her chamber, her fingers tracing over a set of old photographs she had recovered days earlier. Her wolf fur bristled with unease. She had already confirmed with Ken Thorne, the patriarch, that the boy in the photographs was Eric Thorne–Freya’s brother.
But why did his face feel so familiar? Why did her wolf’s instincts itch with recognition, as though this wasn’t merely a brother long/absent, but a ghost that lingered closer than she had ever admitted?
Suddenly Jocelyn’s breath hitched. She lunged to her shelves, pulling free a leather–bound family album.
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Pages turned rapidly beneath her hands until she froze, her wolf’s breath catching in her throat.
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Caelum had barely managed to soothe Aurora’s trembling rage and persuade her to return home when he escorted his mother Eleanor and younger sister Giselle back to the Silverfang Pack’s villa. Ever since his separation from Freya, Eleanor and Giselle had moved into his residence, their presence a constant reminder of pack duty pressing upon his shoulders.
The ride back was heavy with Eleanor’s fury. Her wolf aura pressed against the car walls, sharp and unrelenting.
“This Aurora,” she spat, her tone like venom, “she is unreliable and reckless. I once thought having a female pilot from the Bluemoon Airborne Wing as a mate would give our Pack prestige. But what happened? She was discharged–disgraced–and now she’s all over the news for cowardice. If word spreads through the packs, if the Packs whisper that Silverfang’s future Luna abandoned her comrades, how will I hold my head high? They’ll rip into us like carrion birds!”
Giselle, seated beside her mother, smirked as she pulled up feeds on her WolfComm. “It’s not just whispers anymore, Mother. Look.” She angled the screen toward Eleanor. The video was clear: Aurora, in her pilot’s uniform, stumbling back as flames engulfed a fellow wingmate. An extinguisher was within reach, but Aurora had fled, her confession caught on camera. The footage had gone viral, every comment below it dripping with outrage.
“She admitted it herself,” Giselle read aloud with relish. “She saw her comrade burning and chose to run. Listen to the comments: ‘Coward.‘ ‘Traitor to the wing.‘ ‘No Luna of worth.“” She laughed, though her eyes. gleamed with envy. “If she marries into Silverfang, every insult will fall on us. On me.”
Eleanor clutched at her chest, her wolf howling in protest. “Caelum, I tell you now–I forbid Aurora from setting paw across the Silverfang threshold. If you marry her, I will end myself before the Pack and let my blood stain the Primal Stones!”
“Mother!” Caelum’s head throbbed, his wolf caught between loyalty and love. “Aurora was terrified, yes, but fear does not make her evil. She never meant to betray her comrades. Must she be cast aside because of one mistake? Must I abandon her just because she lost her station?”
Eleanor’s eyes flashed, wolf dominance rolling from her. “It is not one mistake–it is a scar that brands her for life! If you keep her, every Alpha in the Capital will sneer at us. She will stain Silverfang’s bloodline.”
*Brother, listen to Mother,” Giselle chimed in, her voice sweet but edged with poison. “Aurora’s name is ruined. If you wed her, every time I step outside the villa, wolves will whisper behind my back. “There goes Giselle, sister to the Alpha who mated/with a coward.‘ Do you want that for us?”
Caelum’s jaw tightened. “Yet not long ago you both praised her. You told me she was strong, worthy, destined to soar higher than most females. What’s changed?”
“What’s changed,” Eleanor snapped, “is that her mask has shattered. She is no longer Bluemoon’s shining daughter. She is nothing but shame.”
Caelum’s voice deepened, his wolf rising, protective. “She is also my savior. Do you forget? Without Aurora, I would not have survived. How can I turn from her now, when the world scorns her? Would you have me dishonor the bond of gratitude and love both?”
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Eleanor’s lips trembled, but her anger burned hotter. She pressed a hand dramatically to her chest, tears forming. “Then you would rather watch your own mother die of grief? Is that the Alpha you will be?”
Caelum rubbed his temples, helpless. His wolf prowled within, torn between blood and bond.
Giselle’s eyes glinted as she twisted the knife. “Brother, Aurora’s debt is already paid. You gifted her jewels -millions worth, enough to compensate ten lifetimes. I remember the ledger Freya Thorne threw at your press conference. Fifty million in gems, wasn’t it? That’s more than she deserves.”
Envy flared in her chest at the memory. Caelum had never gifted her so much as a silver chain.
Caclum opened his mouth to argue, but his WolfComm buzzed sharply. He answered, and as the voice on the other end spoke, his expression darkened. “I have to return to SilverTech Forgeworks,” he said abruptly, rising. “The stock is plunging. Investors are panicking over Aurora’s scandal. They’re tying her disgrace to me, to us.”
Eleanor cursed under her breath. Giselle only smiled thinly. “See? Already she drags you down.”
Without another word, Caelum stormed from the villa, his wolf bristling at the storm brewing around him. At Forgeworks, crisis meetings ran deep into the night. By the time he finished smoothing over the bleeding wound of Silverfang’s reputation, it was already dark when he reached Aurora’s dwelling.
Aurora flung herself into his arms the moment she saw him, her wolf clinging desperately. “Caelum! I feared you wouldn’t come.”
His arms closed around her automatically, though his mind was heavy. “Of course I came.”
Her eyes burned, frustration and desperation written across her face. “I never thought it would come to this. Yes, I faltered in the fire, but I fought too! I pulled others from the blaze, yet they strip me of my title as though I am nothing. And Bluemoon-” Her voice cracked, wolf growling low. “They dismissed me without warning. They will regret it. I will rise again, stronger, untouchable. I will make those who spit on me bow.”
She looked up at him then, her wolf’s plea naked in her eyes. “Do you believe me, Caelum? Do you believe I will reclaim my honor?”
He forced a smile, though it tasted bitter. “I believe.”
Relief softened her face. She exhaled shakily, clinging tighter. “Good. Then, let us not delay any longer. Your mother and sister may scorn me, but when this storm passes, we should announce our union. Let us be betrothed. I cannot endure more wasted years.”
Caelum’s smile faltered. His wolf shifted uneasily, “Aurora… not now. We must wait.”
Her body went rigid, “Wait? Do you regret us?”
“No,” he said quickly, then faltered. “It’s only… Silver Tech Forgeworks reels from today’s disaster. The Pack watches me, the Council whispers. My mother and Giselle refuse to accept you. For now… we must be patient.”
Aurora’s wolf bared its teeth in wounded pride. She stepped back, eyes narrowing. “Patient? Or
abandoned?”
Caelum swallowed, trapped between the woman who had once saved him and the Pack whose gaze never
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relented. The night pressed heavy, full of judgment, and the wolves howled beyond the villa walls.
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I was still staying in Silas’s apartment, even though he had made it clear he wanted me to move into the Whitmor main estate. To him, it was natural–he was the Alpha of the Ironclad Coalition, and I was the woman he’d chosen. But to me, it felt wrong. We weren’t married. I wasn’t ready to step into his ancestral home and face the weight of that commitment.
“When do you plan to marry me then?” Silas asked suddenly.
I nearly choked on the tea I hadn’t yet swallowed. “Marry you?”
He leaned closer, bracing his hands on the sofa on either side of me, caging me in with the raw, feral authority only an Alpha could carry. His presence pressed down on me like the shadow of a predator in the wild. My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, caught between instinctive submission and a stubborn defiance.
“Or is this just a game to you?” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. His dark eyes glittered with a heat that was both alluring and suffocating. “A diversion, until you tire of me and cast me aside?”
That look in his eyes–it was hunger, possessive, almost primal. For a heartbeat, I truly felt like prey cornered by a beast who would not take no for an answer.
I forced myself to push him back gently, setting my teacup down on the table. “We’ve barely been together. Talking about marriage now is… too soon.”
But he didn’t retreat. His arm coiled around my waist in a swift, inescapable grip, drawing me against him. His lips hovered close to mine, his voice soft but edged with command. “You mean you’ve never imagined it? Never thought of being mine fully?”
There was something in his tone–an Alpha’s demand wrapped in the velvet lure of desire. His eyes, usually sharp and cold, now shimmered with a/warmth that reminded me of moonlight. He was dangerous, yes. But gods, he was also devastatingly beautiful in this moment. Like a predator courting, softening its fangs only to draw you deeper into its snare.
My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. I wasn’t blind to the yearning in him. Nor the gentleness beneath all that dominance. He wanted me. All of me.
But marriage… My first had been a battlefield, a mistake I had clawed my way free from during the Lunar Severance Phase. I wouldn’t stumble blindly into another bond. Not again. Not without certainty.
“I’ve already been through one broken union,” I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt. “If I marry again, I need to be sure. Silas, I care for you—I like you more than I ever expected–but I don’t yet know if it’s deep enough to bind my life to yours. Give us time. Let us truly know one another before we speak of
VOWL.”
His grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, as if he could anchor me to him through sheer force. His eyes darkened with an intensity that made my heart pound. “And what if time convinces you otherwise? What if you wake one day and decide I’m not enough?”
The fear beneath his growl caught me off guard. Slowly, I lifted a hand, brushing my fingers along the sharp line of his cheek. “Then it means you deserve someone better suited to you. Someone who can give
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you everything without hesitation. But I don’t think that will happen. Because day by day, I find myself… drawn closer to you.”
I saw the way his gaze softened then, the hard Alpha mask cracking for just a heartbeat. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his–this time my choice, my initiation. “I think,” I murmured against his mouth, “I’ll only grow to like you more.”
His eyes lowered, lingering not on my face but on my body. No–on my belly. His breath caught, and for a moment, he froze. Something flickered across his expression, a shadow of thought I couldn’t quite grasp.
“Silas?” I asked softly. I had felt the shift in him, the sudden tension when moments ago he had been lost in me.
“Nothing,” he said too quickly.
I frowned. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve told you before–I don’t want secrets between us. If I choose to give myself to someone again, it will only be to a mate who trusts me, and whom I can trust in return.”
His jaw tightened. He was silent for a long while, before a bitter smile pulled at his lips. “I don’t want to become what my father was. He tried to trap my mother, to bind her with blood and children. He thought control could keep love from slipping through his hands. But she still left. She left him as if he was nothing.”
He shut his eyes, the pain raw and naked in his voice. “And I fear, Freya… that you’ll leave me the same way.”
My chest ached at the vulnerability in him. For all his Alpha strength, Silas was haunted by abandonment. His fear wasn’t of losing dominance–it was of losing the one thing he couldn’t command: loyalty freely given.
I reached for his hand, entwining my fingers with his. “Then don’t chain me, Silas. Just let me choose you. If you keep being the man I can admire, the Alpha I can trust, then I promise–I won’t leave.”
His eyes snapped open, fierce and searching, as though he wanted to etch my words into his soul. And in that moment, I knew this wasn’t just courtship. It was the slow, dangerous binding of two wolves circling closer, teeth bared and hearts unguarded, daring each other not to break away.
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Freya cupped Silas’s face between her hands, her voice steady yet carrying a softness that wrapped around the Alpha’s restless spirit.
“Don’t worry. You’ll never become like your father. And I am not your mother. I would never take my own life.”
For a heartbeat, Silas froze. His obsidian eyes locked on her, wide and disbelieving, until at last the hard line of his mouth broke, curving faintly upward.
“You’re right,” he murmured hoarsely. “You’re nothing like her. You’re stronger. You burn with life, Freya- fire that no storm can snuff out.”
There was truth in that. Even when she had been cornered by betrayal, hunted in shadows, Freya Thorne had clawed her way back. She was born of Bloodmoon steel and Stormveil resilience; submission was not written in her blood. She would never choose silence in death over defiance in life.
Silas tightened his hold around her, voice rough, almost pleading.
“My mother despised my father. She hated everything about him. But you–you like me. You’ll love me, won’t you?” His tone cracked with vulnerability, as if he begged for a vow strong enough to shatter his deepest fear.
Freya’s amber wolf–eyes softened. “Yes. I like you. And I will love you. I already am, perhaps more than I realize.”
The Ironclad Alpha pulled her into his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His breath fanned against her pulse, inhaling the scent of wild pine and storm that clung to her skin. Her presence soothed him in ways words never could. She had the power to send his heart into turmoil, and just as easily to quiet the storm.
And he he was becoming incapable of surviving without her.
The next day, Aurora stepped into the towering glass halls of Bluemoon Wing, her posture straight, jaw lifted, trying to summon the pride that once carried her through ranks of pilots. She had come to plead her case before the executives–to convince them not to discard her after years of service.
But the faces that once greeted her with courtesy and admiration now turned away as if she were diseased. Their wolf auras were cold, some even disdainful. One elder wolf, a senior officer, met her squarely with hard eyes.
“You should be grateful, Aurora. Being dismissed is mercy. Do you have any idea how much your recklessness has cost Bluemoon Wing’s reputation?”
Aurora’s hands clenched. “Reckless? I didn’t refuse to save anyone. I only prioritized my own survival when the aircraft was failing. What crime is that?”
The officer sneered, his fangy glinting faintly under the fluorescent lights. “If, when danger strikes, a pilot values her own hide above her passengers, what woll would entrust their life to you? And don’t flatter yourself. Had it not been for the ‘Fire–Rescue Heroine‘ medal you received five years ago, do you think
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your skill alone would have carried you so quickly into the role of co–pilot?”
The words slammed into her like claws. Aurora staggered back, eyes wide.
“What did you just say?”
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“You heard me. Your flying is average. Your leadership? Mediocre. Wing pushed you forward because you were a propaganda darling. Now? That image is shattered. We have no reason to keep you.”
Humiliation scorched her face. She had always believed she was destined to be Wing’s first female captain, the prodigy who rose above the glass ceiling. She wore her uniform with pride, her every flight logged with devotion. Yet here, in their eyes, she was nothing more than a symbol that had outlived its usefulness.
When she stepped out of the office, the whispers began. Wolves she once called colleagues glanced at her with sneers, their voices dripping venom as they gossiped. Mockery followed her down the hall like a scarlet brand.
Her nails bit into her palms. Rage burned where pride had been wounded. One day, she swore, they would choke on their contempt. One day, they would bow their heads in awe.
Then her WolfComm buzzed in her pocket. A name flashed across the screen, and her heart skipped. Her face paled, then darkened. She answered.
Meanwhile, in a quiet cafée, Lana leaned across the table toward Kade, her voice edged with irritation.
“That night–you were drunk. Why did you let your uncle come to fetch you?”
Kade arched a brow, lounging lazily in his chair, his aura stretching with the lazy dominance of a predator who knew no one here dared challenge him.–
“Why not? He had the time. He came.”
“You know perfectly well what history he and I had. And you let him pick you up? Did it never occur to you how awkward that would make things for me?”
“I assumed your hide was thick enough not to care.” His smirk was sharp, unapologetic.
Lana’s eyes rolled so hard they nearly vanished into her skull. “Unbelievable. Tell me–did he say anything to you afterward?”
Kade’s wolfish grin widened. “Should he have?”
Her lips pressed tight. If not, then good. Better left buried.
But then, from the corner of her eye, Lana caught sight of something across the street. She stiffened. There, slinking half–hidden beneath a hood, was Aurora. And she wasn’t alone. A man walked beside her, his hand brushing hers as they slipped discreetly into a run–down lodge.
Lana’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. Aurora’s furtive behavior screamed of guilt. The man’s scent was unfamiliar. Why was the Bluemoon Beta’s daughter speaking into a roadside den with another wolf?
Her lips curled. Interesting. Very interesting.
Without a word, she grabbed Kade’s wrist and pulled him up.
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“Come with me.”
“Where?” Kade growled, annoyed at being yanked around like a pup.
“To that inn.”
The young Alpha found himself, for the first time, skulking like a rogue as Lana dragged him across the street. His jaw clenched. He had walked The Capital’s streets unchallenged, never once lowering his pride. Yet here he was, sneaking like a thief.
“What the hell are you doing?” he hissed.
“Quiet,” Lana snapped. “Keep your voice down. Don’t draw attention.”
Kade nearly barked a laugh. Did she really think two powerful wolves skulking in broad daylight was less suspicious than simply walking in? He muttered under his breath, but followed anyway. Because now, curiosity burned even in him.
What game was Aurora playing? And who was the man at her side?
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