Moans filled the room, cutting through the silence like a sharp blade. They started low and soft, then grew louder until they were all that could be heard.
Their skin slapped against skin in a steady rhythm, fast and hungry, each sound louder than the last.
The bed creaked under their movements, shaking with every thrust. The air was thick—hot and sticky—with the smell of sweat and sex. It wrapped around them like a heavy blanket, making it hard to breathe, harder to think.
Hands gripped. Nails scratched. Lips brushed against skin, leaving heat behind. There was no gentleness—just need. A deep, aching need that made them forget everything else.
"Take it gently, Damon" the voice steeled.
Danika froze outside the chamber, her pulse thudding in her ears. That voice... Nirvana?
Her hand pushed open the half-closed door—and shattered. Standing transfixed and staring, unable to move.
Their bodies moved as one, chasing that edge, that burst of pleasure waiting to explode. Moans turned into gasps. Gasps into cries. And when it hit, it hit hard—leaving them breathless and trembling.
Damon lay sprawled on the bed, naked. Nirvana straddled him, their bodies still tangled. Whispering the words Danika had once dreamt would be hers.
"I accept you too, Damon. And I promise to serve and be loyal to you as long as I live."
Her lungs emptied, unable to hold it in anymore.
"Nirvana!!"
She stormed into the room, her voice cracking like a whip. "Please... rescind it, Nirvana." Her nostrils flared as tears threatened. "Undo the vow. Break the bond. Please, Nirvana—you know what this means for me. Please!"
But neither Damon nor Nirvana stirred. He kept touching her, caressing her possessively.
"You're mine now," he murmured into Nirvana's neck. "I'll always protect you."
Danika stood there—heart hollow, fists trembling. Unable to believe this night had more pain left to offer.
"What do you want, Danika?" Damon's voice cut coldly across the room after minutes, his disdain unmistakable.
"Don't you know how to knock before barging in?"
He stood slowly, retrieving his clothes without urgency or shame.
The soldier near the door bowed awkwardly.
"Apologies, Alpha heir. I had no chance to inform you of her arrival."
Danika's eyes narrowed. Alpha heir? Damon wasn't her father's blood. The entire pack knew. He had no rightful claim to that title. That one word proved what she already suspected:
This soldier wasn't one of theirs.
But betrayal cut deeper than suspicion as she couldn't face him.
Her gaze dropped as Nirvana calmly pulled on her undergarments, slipping them beneath a red robe like nothing had happened.
"Damon..." Danika's voice cracked. "With her? Of all people?"
Her voice barely held together. Nirvana—her closest companion. The one she trusted most. On the very night he had promised to choose her, to save her from disgrace.
Behind her, Urmaa stood frozen in dismay, lips parted in silent protest.
"You promised me, Damon," Danika whispered through sobs. "You promised my father..."
She had sworn not to cry. Not tonight. Not even if the Alphas rejected her.
But Damon? He had been her last hope. Her only anchor.
She'd given up her birthright for him—to secure his loyalty. And this was how he repaid her?
"You act like everyone owes you something, Danika," he said coolly, slipping into his tunic. "Like I should be grateful for being offered a pitiful runt no one else wanted."
The words hit like iron to the gut.
Pitiful runt.
The same man who had just days ago comforted her, reassured her that she was more than what the pack whispered. The same man she once thought might care.
Now, his voice was devoid of warmth. No apology. No shame. Just cold clarity.
She stumbled back, her throat too tight to scream. Rage clawed inside her—but her mouth refused to open.
The betrayal choked her.
Nirvana didn't flinch. Her once-soft eyes now gleamed with cruel amusement.
"I'm carrying his pups," she said sweetly. "Should I still rescind the vow... so you can keep pretending someone wants you?"
Danika turned to Damon in desperation. Waiting for him to deny it. Shake his head. Do something.
He said nothing.
She let out a dry laugh—cracked and bitter.
Days ago, he had offered to bed her. Just in case none of the Alphas claimed her. What if she'd said yes? Given him her body... just so he could humiliate her like this?
She ran.
Her legs shook, her breath came out in broken sobs muffled behind her hand. She didn't look back.
Damon left the room moments later, not sparing even a glance at Urmaa—or the guards.
***
"How could you do this, Nirvana? Danika treated you like a sister!" the old woman stormed into the room, her voice trembling with disbelief as she watched Nirvana lazily clasp her heirloom necklace without a flicker of shame.
Nirvana didn't even look up.
"I'm talking to you!"
"I'm talking to you!" the woman snapped, grabbing her by the arm, yanking her to face her. "How could you repay her kindness with this betrayal?!"
Nirvana's eyes burned.
"Oh, shut up!" she snapped. "Enough with the Danika worship."
Her voice sharpened like fangs.
"Danika this. Danika that. Always Danika."
She laughed bitterly.
"She's just another Omega. A wolfless freak born from scandal. If she wasn't the Alpha's bastard daughter, no one would care. She's not even that pretty! Damon said so himself."
"Nirvanaaa!!" She shouted, walking up to her and trying to cover her mouth from talking with her palm.
But Nirvana pushed her away.
" I am carrying Damon's pups, Urmaa. !" She turned away from her. She wasn't going to be a servant anymore. Especially not Danika's.
"Nirvana!!" Urmaa shouted again, slapping her across the face.
Nirvana didn't hesitate—she slapped her back.
"Soon I'll be Luna. You'd best start calling me what I deserve."
Straightening her dress, she turned and stormed out.
Urmaa stood frozen, cheek stinging—not just from the slap, but from the venom in those words.
And from the fact Nirvana had called her "Urmaa."
Not Mother.
***
The soldier outside— Alpha Denzel in disguise—watched Nirvana's smug exit with a cold, unreadable face.
But inside, something stirred.
A truth had just been handed to him.
One that could break this pack from the inside out.
And he intended to use it.