Ranting Ex girlfriend
Meanwhile…
Theo’s ex-girlfriend stormed into her family’s home, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the windows. With burning rage in her eyes, she began knocking things over—vases, books, whatever her hands could find. Her furious screams filled the house.
Alarmed by the noise, her parents rushed in. Her father, a high-ranking official in the pack and a man known for his calm demeanor, reached her first.
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked, grabbing her wrist to stop her from throwing another glass.
Her mother followed, wide-eyed. “What’s going on? Why are you like this?”
She spun toward them, panting. “He picked her!” she yelled. “That Rina girl! Theo… he picked her! He said she’s his mate!”
Her parents exchanged a glance, and her father gently but firmly guided her to sit down.
“Theo found his mate?” he asked, and when she gave a sharp nod, he sighed. “Then you must let him go. The moon goddess does not make mistakes.”
“No!” she snapped, jerking away from him. “Why her? Why someone like her? I was with Theo for years! I stood by him before he ever rose to Gamma! And now—he picks that healer’s apprentice over me?”
Her father’s expression darkened a little, but his voice remained calm. “You forget—it was you who ended things. You cheated on him, remember? You made your choice.”
That only made her angrier. “I made a mistake! But I deserved a second chance. Not her!”
Her father’s gaze hardened. “Enough. Let it go. If you try anything foolish, anything reckless… you’ll end up like Sisi. Like Zara. Like Rose. Or Julianne.”
The names hit like a slap. She flinched.
He stepped closer. “You know how Alpha Damian handles betrayal. One wrong move, and you won’t live to regret it. Do not test him.”
Her mother stepped in then, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s arm. “He’s right. We don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re still young. You’ll find someone else.”
Though visibly shaken, her daughter swallowed her pride and gave a small nod. “Fine… I’ll behave.”
Satisfied, her father gave a final warning glance before grabbing his cloak and heading out. “I’m going to the strategy meeting. Stay out of trouble.”
The moment the door closed behind him, the daughter sank onto the couch. Her breathing was heavy, her fists clenched.
Her mother, however, moved closer—this time with a different light in her eyes.
She sat beside her and whispered, “I understand how you feel, dear. You and Theo were supposed to have everything together… power, title, respect. And now? It’s all been handed to that little healer girl.”
Her daughter looked up, hope glinting in her eyes. “So you agree with me?”
The woman smiled slowly. “Let your father think we’ve given up. But sometimes… fate needs a little nudge. I’ll help you get what should’ve been yours.”
For the first time since leaving Theo’s estate, the daughter smiled again.
But it wasn’t a kind smile—it was one filled with quiet vengeance.
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Ella’s pregnancy symptoms were getting stronger by the day. She often felt dizzy, her appetite shifted unexpectedly, and her emotions flickered like candle flames in the wind. Damian, the once-feared Alpha known for cruelty and bloodshed, had become her shield. He ordered that the softest furs be brought into their chambers, commissioned custom herbal blends from the healer, and even personally oversaw her meals to ensure she ate enough.
He had begun speaking softer, walking lighter, watching her as if she might vanish if he blinked too long. Anyone who laid eyes on them could see it—Damian’s heart, long frozen and locked away, had found its home in Ella. Even Lucian had quietly commented on it, saying that for the first time, Damian looked... human.
But peace has never lasted long in the world they lived in.
That morning, just as Ella drifted back to sleep with Damian sitting quietly by her side, a piercing cry came from outside—the sound of a raven.
Lucian rushed in, holding a letter sealed in black wax, the emblem scorched into it unmistakable: Lila's sigil. The room grew still as Damian gently pulled Ella’s blanket over her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and then followed Lucian into the war room.
Theo was already there, standing tall but tense.
Lucian broke the seal and read aloud:
> “After the full moon rises, war begins.
Bow now, Alpha Damian, and accept the truth—your reign ends soon.
Refuse, and you will meet your death under my hand, as will those who still foolishly follow you.”
A deadly silence fell.
Theo clenched his jaw, but said nothing. His hand reached instinctively for the hilt of his blade.
Lucian’s eyes slowly lifted toward Damian, waiting.
But Damian didn’t blink.
Instead, a slow, dangerous smirk stretched across his lips—the kind of expression that made most warriors take a step back. That grin wasn’t joy, it was promise. A storm was building behind his gaze.
He stepped forward, placed both hands on the edge of the war table, and leaned in.
“She wants blood?” he said quietly. “Then blood is what she’ll get.”
Turning to Lucian and Theo, his voice dropped into that lethal calm that always came before he ripped someone apart.
“Double the training. No breaks. Every warrior, every guard—no excuses.”
His eyes flickered with fire as he continued.
“Prepare the spears and poison-tipped arrows. Check the armor. Move the archers to higher terrain. I want the elite wolves on night rotations. Lila thinks the moon will give her strength?” He chuckled darkly. “Let her see what I become when it rises.”
Theo bowed. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll personally handle the southern training field.”
Lucian nodded too, a sharp glint in his eyes. “I’ll take the northern front. The warriors are ready to die for you.”
Damian walked to the tall window at the far end of the room. Outside, the skies were growing heavy, and the moon would be full in just four nights. He watched the clouds for a long moment.
“She sent a warning,” he muttered. “But I’m sending a message.”
He turned back, that devilish grin spreading across his face again.
“When the war ends, her kingdom will be ash. Her name... forgotten.”
Then, without another word, he walked back to Ella’s chambers. As he gently sat beside her again, she stirred and opened her eyes.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft.
Damian took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
“No, my love,” he whispered. “Nothing I can’t handle.”