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“I need you to do one last thing, Freya,” Elder Thorne said, his voice low and deliberate. “Before we finalize the
severance of your bond with him, you must remain here for a few more days.”
I held his gaze, my resolve unshaken. “I trust you, Elder Thorne. If staying longer is what it takes to break this bond, then so be
it.”
He studied me for a moment before leaning in slightly. “What happened, Freya? Why this urgency?”
“I just need you to understand me,
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said, my voice firm yet pleading. “And I need you to make the council understand as well.”
“Of course,” he assured me, his tone softening. “I understand your pain, Freya. You‘ re a vital part of this pack. The council will see reason.” He paused, a
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shadow passing over his face. “But Alpha Lucian? He won’t.”
Before I could respond, a sudden mind–link crackled through my thoughts, sharp and commanding.
“Freya,” Lucian’s voice resonated in my mind, steady but laced with weariness. “I won’t be returning to the pack tonight. Take charge of the Pack with the Beta. Vlanche and I are at the Healer‘ s place, working through… everything, and I have the biggest meeting ever.” There was a pause, as if he was choosing his next words. carefully. “And Freya, don’t forget to go to The Silver Fang Bistro tomorrow for Thanksgiving.”
After that night. There’s much rage boiling inside of me.
“If you ditch this pack, he will come back crawling to you!” My wolf said with an angry tone.
“Then let him crawl. That’s his choice.
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I’m still adjusting.” I responded while touching my belly.
And tomorrow, I will have a dinner with his big tongue family.
At the family dinner, I arrived alone, my eyes scanning the massive table where his parents, one of his brothers, a cousin, and an aunt were already seated.
“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” Lucian’s mother, former Luna Jade Winterpelt, remarked with a sharp edge to her tone.
“Hello, Mother,” I replied with a polite. smile, leaning in to give her a brief hug before greeting the others.
Her lips curled into a bitter smile as I took the nearest empty chair. “You’ll get a real smile from me when there’s a baby
growing in your stomach.”
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks but stayed.
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silent, gripping the edge of my chair as Mr. Winterpelt cleared his throat.
“Do you realize the expectations of this family?” he said, his voice cold and unyielding. “How can you not provide my son with an heir? It’s baffling that he still tolerates your presence.”
I opened my mouth to respond but found no words.
“Our Winterpelt bloodline has produced a wolf like Lucian–strong as the Alpha King, destined to lead with the fire of a true Alpha,” he continued, his piercing gaze boring into me. “We won’t let anyone, especially someone like you, tarnish his greatness.”
I took a sip of tea to steady myself, the bitterness on my tongue matching the atmosphere in the room. They had no idea of the truth. My bloodline carried the true Alpha King’s lineage–power unmatched, strength unrivaled. It was because of me that Lucian’s power thrived. Without our
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bond, the Crimson Moon Pack would have
crumbled to dust.
But they were blind, consumed by their obsession with producing an heir. Deep down, I knew they coveted the strength in my bloodline. They just couldn’t see beyond their narrow expectations.
Lucian’s cousin, Regine, let out a sharp hiss. “If that’s the case, the Alpha should find someone more fitting for the role. Someone who can actually bear him a powerful heir. We can’t allow weak genes to pollute the bloodline.”
Her words stung, but it was her next remark that truly cut deep.
“Some people cling to a pack without ever earning their place. You‘ ve latched onto the Winterpelt name for too long, pretending to belong. But everyone knows the truth–you‘ re nothing but a barren outsider, a burden. The wolves may call you Luna Freya out of courtesy, but even they know you have no real claim to this
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family.”
My fingers trembled with suppressed rage, but I forced myself to remain composed.
“Since you‘ re turning 19 this year and haven’t found your mate yet,” I began, my voice calm but laced with venom, “and since it’s such a perfect age to bear pups, why don’t you give your brother an heir? You seem so invested in his legacy.”
The room fell silent, faces turning red with indignation. Mrs. Winterpelt gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “How dare yo
you
Her words were cut off as the doors swung open, and Lucian entered with Vlanche by his side.
The tension in the room shifted
immediately as Mrs. Winterpelt‘ s face lit up. “Oh my, my son is here–with his ex, the one I always wanted him to be with!”
