Kaya
I watch Oliver carefully lay my clothes on the bed, his movents almost reverent, as if afraid he might damage them. It’s not much—just jeans, leggings, t-shirts, and hoodies—but I catch myself before scoffing at the simplicity. Saying that out loud would have made sound spoiled.
And maybe, in so ways, I am.
Damien spoiled . He knew about the hell I endured in my first pack, and when he took in, he did everything he could to help forget. Gifts, affection—he tried to nd what had been broken with tenderness. Even though I know it was fake.
A loud sigh snaps from my thoughts. Oliver is watching , his gaze flicking between my face and the pile of clothes he just arranged.
"How co Alpha Magnus decided to let you have your own room? Did sothing happen between you two last night?"
His curiosity is blatant, but I don’t answer. Not because I’m embarrassed by what happened, but because I have no idea how to explain it.
Magnus kissed .
It wasn’t a deep, claiming kiss—just a fleeting brush of his lips against mine. And yet, that single mont was enough to send both of us spiraling.
Even now, I can still feel the ghost of his lips, still inhale the remnants of his scent lingering in the back of my mind. Every breath I take brings him closer, as if he’s standing right beside .
Even Damien, who has kissed countless tis before, never made feel like this with just a simple touch.
I shake off the haze clouding my thoughts, forcing myself to focus.
Because I still don’t understand why he kissed .
And what he did next... shocked even more.
The mont our lips parted, he bolted from the room without a single word. He never ca back.
I waited. Hours passed. By the ti the clock struck four in the morning, exhaustion finally won, pulling into restless sleep.
But when I woke to the blaring morning alarm, he was still gone.
Instead, a note awaited . A simple ssage, telling I was to move into a different room.
I snap back to the present, realizing I’ve been silent for far too long. Oliver is still watching , waiting for an answer. I force a smile, shrugging as nonchalantly as I can.
"Nothing happened. I guess he just realized he’s not comfortable sharing his space with soone else."
Oliver narrows his eyes, clearly unconvinced. But I hold my ground. I don’t care if he believes —or at least, I tell myself I don’t. Because what else can I do? Ever since I set foot in this pack, all I’ve done is lie.
"Anyway," he says, shifting gears while I pretend to be occupied with folding socks, tucking them neatly into the dresser drawer. "I’ll be busy for the next few hours—so of the guys are going on a hunt, and I’m tagging along. Make sure you eat properly today, alright? And don’t lock yourself up in here again. I know you’re craving so fresh air."
My hands still for a mont before I quietly close the drawer and turn to face him, offering a strained smile.
"Thanks. I... I’ll try to do sothing today too."
"Good." He pats on the back before heading for the door. "I’ll keep you company when I get back."
***
Once I finish organizing my new room, I take a mont to absorb my surroundings. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to move again just because Alpha Magnus decides to randomly kiss and then vanish into thin air.
That thought alone makes my lips press into a tight line.
Truthfully, though, I like this room much better. It’s smaller, but brighter. The eggshell wallpaper and thick beige curtains create an airy, open feel, making the space seem larger than it actually is, while the sleek black and white furniture adds a cozy, balanced contrast.
There’s also more here—more storage, more convenience—little things that will undoubtedly make my life easier. And since it’s still on the Alpha’s floor, at least I won’t have to deal with unnecessary interruptions.
With a sigh, I grab the round doorknob, rolling my shoulders. "Well, nothing else to do. I need to eat."
As I step into the kitchen, relief washes over . Today, it’s nearly empty—probably because moving out of the Alpha’s room took longer than expected. Or, more accurately... because stepping out of my new room took longer than I’d like to admit.
"Moon!"
Ray’s cheerful voice pulls from my thoughts, and my body tenses slightly as an old, forgotten sensation resurfaces—the lingering mory of his sandwiches.
"You look alive," he teases, crossing his arms. "Why the hell did you run off like that yesterday?"
I force an awkward smile, subtly scanning the counter, searching for any signs of his latest culinary experints.
"I’m sorry! It really had nothing to do with your food, Ray!" I blurt out quickly. "I just ate too much, and my stomach couldn’t handle it."
His grin returns, apparently satisfied with my answer. "That’s a relief."
To my slight horror, he’s already preparing sothing for .
"No experints today, don’t worry," he reassures with a chuckle. "Beta Oliver told to give you porridge with berries. Dry toast with honey. Coffee too."
I sigh, silently thanking the Moon Goddess—though, really, I should be thanking Oliver. I’ll make sure to do that when he gets back.
Grabbing my food, I step away from the counter, my gaze sweeping across the room in search of an empty table. I spot one near the window, but hesitation creeps in as I notice the group of three young won sitting nearby. They’ve been watching since I walked in, and the mont I glance in their direction, they start snickering, their whispers barely concealed.
My hands tremble slightly.
Here we go again. The scrutiny. The judgnt. The gossip.
I steel myself against the rising tide of old mories, unwilling to let the ghosts of my past pack claw their way back into my mind. With a deep breath, I manage to sit down—carefully, quietly—without spilling anything or making a sound.
I try to focus on eating, but the girls deliberately raise their voices, making sure I hear every word.
And then I realize why.
"So, it’s her, huh?" One of them sneers, her voice thick with venom.
"She’s an oga, right?" another one chis in. "And I heard she doesn’t even shift. What the hell is she doing here?"
The third girl scoffs, her tone sharp with barely concealed malice. "Don’t you guys know who she is? It’s her—" She pauses for effect before delivering the final blow. "The ’untouchable oga’ from the Dark Wood Pack."
"Who?" The other two sound confused.
The ringleader smirks. "Alpha Damien’s favorite. His favorite whore."
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