Chapter 86
Faith’s Pov
My secret, the heavy stone I’d carried for years, was finally out. I had told him everything about Kyle, about Marco, about the past six years. Every ugly truth, every painful memory.
But even as peace began to settle in my bones, a new, colder fear started to coil in my stomach. I had told Astor everything. And that meant he would go after Alpha Kyle. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had just put Astor in far more danger than he deserved.
There was just something different in that man’s eyes now. Alpha Kyle. When we met him six years ago, he seemed decent. A friendly face, a powerful Alpha who just wanted to make allies with other packs.
He smiled easily, spoke with a deep, calm voice. But when I met him again in New York, he was different. He had an edge, a sharpness that cut through the air. And those eyes held a look that was dangerous, and scary. It was a look that promised pain, a look that promised
no mercy.
I found myself in the kitchen after our talk and Astor went to take a shower. I think he needs time to digest everything and I need a moment to myself as well.
The warm water ran over my hands, but my mind was miles away, spinning with worries. How many problems am I going to bring to this pack? The people who hated me before, the ones who blamed me for everything bad that happened, they were going to hate me even more if they found out that the person who caused them so much misery was somehow after me. I could almost hear their angry whispers, feel their scornful stares.
Yet, despite the swirling anxieties, I couldn’t help but feel a deep, quiet peace. A sense of rightness had settled over me. My wolf was happy. I could feel her purring deep inside me, a warm rumble of contentment. And Marco. Oh, my sweet son, Marco. When he finds out he has a father, a real father who will fight for him, he will be so happy. The thought of his joyful face made my heart swell with gratitude. So, yes, I was thankful for that. Truly thankful.
After I finished the dishes, the last plate carefully placed in the drying rack, I stood there for a moment, listening to the silence. My gaze drifted towards Astor’s room. A strong pull, almost a physical ache, urged me to go to him.
I wanted to ask him about being a white wolf. I’d heard that only a few wolves were born like that, and even fewer survived because they are hunted down. And those who did, they had special powers. I’d proved that earlier today, hadn’t I? But I didn’t want to think about it too
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much. My mind still reeled from the sudden surge of power.
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But the main reason, the real reason I wanted to go to him, was simpler. I just wanted to be close to him. My wolf wanted it too. She whimpered softly in my mind, nudging me towards his door. But then a doubt crept in. He probably wouldn’t appreciate it. Not after everything. Not right now. He probably needed space. So, with a heavy sigh, I turned away from his door and went to Marco’s room. I slipped into his bed, pulling him close, and soon, sleep claimed
- me.
The next morning, I woke up feeling warm, too warm, and strangely content. My eyes fluttered open. This wasn’t Marco’s room. This was Astor’s room. The scent of him was everywhere that earthy, masculine scent that made my wolf elated and sated. My heart gave a little leap. He had carried me. While I was asleep.
But he wasn’t here now. The bed beside me was empty, the covers thrown back. A wave of disappointment washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of determination. I wouldn’t dwell on it. I got up, smoothed down the borrowed shirt I was still wearing, and went to
Marco’s room.
I gently ran my hand through his soft hair. He stirred, blinking sleepy eyes at me. I helped him freshen up, splashing cool water on his face, brushing his teeth. Today was a new day, and I had a plan.
“We’re going shopping, sweetie,” I told him, a bright smile on my face. A small adventure for us. I needed new clothes, for one. I couldn’t keep wearing borrowed clothes. And most importantly I couldn’t keep myself locked up in this room, or even in this house, forever. Not
anymore.
Especially because I had decided. I was taking back my position as Luna. Nobody could tell me I couldn’t do it. I was their Alpha’s mate. And whoever felt otherwise? They could just challenge me. Let them. This time, I didn’t even care who challenged me. Because they would never win. Not anymore. I was going to fight. Fight for my mate, fight for my son, fight for my relationship. This time, I would not back down.
Holding Marco’s hand tightly, I stepped inside a clothing store, the bell above the door jingling softly. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who was behind the counter. Pamela. One of the “Mean Girls” from my past, always quick with a cutting remark or a dismissive sneer. My stomach clenched, ready for the usual barbed comments.
But Pamela simply looked up, her eyes widening slightly when she saw me. Then, a strange thing happened. She offered a small, polite smile. “Luna Faith,” she said, her voice even, professional. “Looking for something new?”
I nodded, utterly surprised. She showed me a few outfits, suggesting different sizes, colors.
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She was… cordial. Professional, even. I tried on a few things, stepping out of the changing room to show Marco and get Pamela’s opinion. It was a good experience. A truly good experience. It meant that the pack, or at least some of them, were actually coming to terms with the fact that I was the one who was supposed to be the Luna. It made my chest swell with a feeling I hadn’t felt in a very long time acceptance.
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I walked out of the shop with a few bags, a genuine smile on my face, Marco skipping happily beside me. The feeling was great. This was good. Everything was moving forward smoothly. It should have felt completely right. But somehow, things were just moving too smoothly for me. It was something I was used to over here. And I couldn’t help but have a strange, burning feeling in my heart, a tiny flicker of unease that refused to be put out. It was a warning, I thought. But from what?
