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h and courage to offer her this moonstone, a symbol of power and protection, a sacred heritage in their culture. He had done it for her, so that she would be proud of him, so that she would see how much he was willi

f. But as he approached, muffled laughter reached him, bursts of voices that he did not immediately recognize. It was only when he heard Freya's whisper, full of a tenderness he though

his trust. Their embrace was gentle, intimate, far too intimate for him to pretend not to understand anything. He felt his hear

ld, mocking smile. Kellan turned around, an arrogant grin on his lips, and gave him a defiant look, as if he had never been his Beta, but r

n said mockingly. "The Alph

, every word, every look seemed calculated to destroy him a little more. The Alpha wanted to say some

r arms dismissively. "Poor fool. Did you think a simple moonstone wa

ke this, play on his feelings, his loyalty, his efforts. All those nights spent watching over the pack, protecting their home, making difficul

ogant laugh and placed a possessive hand on Freya's waist. "You were never g

ed to stand up, to regain control, to find the strength to respond, but the words eluded him. How could he face this

ce, burst out laughing. "There you go, is this you

e aura of tension emanating from the scene. Soon, a small crowd had formed, watching this public humiliation without knowing ho

had to do something, say something, show the pack that he wasn't as weak as they thoug

the Alpha you want to follow? A wolf incapable of defending his own honor, who allows himself to be humiliated with

ts and fears. Little by little, some members of the pack nodded, others exchanged glances, as if they suddenl

e seemed radiant, as if she had finally found her place, her true place, with a wolf that she considered worthy of her. "

d of emotion, something else emerged: a cold determination, a desire to regain control, to restore his honor. He clenched his fists, promising inwardly that he woul

midst of his darkness. He may have had nothing left, but he still had a heritage, a li