Fifteen
1050 Words
The days after the kitchen incident were quiet on the outside, but inside Abigail, a storm was brewing.
She couldn’t sleep properly anymore. Her dreams were plagued with strange visions—glowing stones, wolves with white eyes, burning forests, and a mysterious voice that echoed in a language she couldn’t understand. She would jolt awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
The scariest part? Things began happening around her.
When she was afraid, lights flickered. When she was angry, utensils shook where they sat. She once tripped and fell in her room, hitting her shin, and the lamp on her nightstand exploded. It was like her emotions were tied to the world around her—and she had no idea why. She was panicking, so was iris.
She kept it to herself, fearing she was going insane.
Meanwhile, at the Alpha’s quarters, a heavy silence filled the council room. The former Alpha Jake, Luna Mae , Rohan, his Beta Drake, Gamma Quinn, and the other elders sat around the table.
“She’s the one,” the Luna whispered, still wide-eyed from what she’d witnessed.
“We always suspected the girl was born in this pack,” Jake added, voice heavy. “But I didn’t expect the mute omega to be her. It’s… unbelievable.”
“What do we do?” one of the elders asked.
Rohan leaned forward. “We tell her. She’s terrified and confused. I’ve seen it in her eyes. She’s my mate and I can’t stand watching her suffer when we know why it’s happening.”
“But her birthday is in just a day,” another council member argued. “If we wait until then, the full mate bond might activate. She’ll feel it. Maybe it’ll make her stronger—more prepared.”
Luna mae frowned. “Or maybe it’ll break her. She deserves to know who she is.”
They all nodded slowly. The decision was made. Tomorrow morning, Abigail would be told everything.
But danger was already on its way.
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The enemy pack and the witches had been quiet, but only because they were gathering strength. Deep in the Dreadfang territory, the coven leader—the Alpha’s witch mate—stood over a pool of glowing water.
“She’s awakening,” the witch hissed. “The Moonstone’s energy has begun to stir. She is close to maturity. But we still don’t know who she is.”
The Alpha of Dreadfang slammed his fist on the table. “Then find her. Use every spell. Call the spirits. I want her before her birthday.”
They knew if her powers fully activate on her birthday, there was nothing they could do to get her on their side.
They began their plans for infiltration.
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Back at the Crystal Moon Pack, Rohan grew more protective than ever.
He assigned guards near Abigail—always rotating, never too obvious—but none were ever close enough to intervene before him.
The truth was, he couldn’t stay away. His wolf, Dean, had become restless, pacing and growling anytime Abigail was out of sight.
“You’re obsessed,” Drake teased him during training.
Rohan just shrugged. “I can’t help it.”
And we everyone noticed—especially Emma.
She nudged Abigail at lunch at the pack house, a sly grin on her face. You’ve got a fan, she mouthed, pointing at Rohan, who was not-so-discreetly watching from across the room. Abigail blushed hard and looked away.
Even Tommy raised an eyebrow. “He’s always around you, Abby. That’s not just security.”
Iris, Abigail’s wolf, was humming in delight. He notices us, she giggled. He can’t stay away. I like him, Abigail. He smells like cinnamon and cedarwood and strength.
Abigail didn’t respond. She was still figuring things out—but deep down, she already knew the truth.
That evening, Rohan was walking her to her room back from kitchen duty, she insisted to work even after the protest from Luna Mae and Rohan.
They took the elevator leading to her floor, the ride was quiet, the atmosphere gentle, and for once, they were alone.
On getting out of the elevator, she stopped walking and looked up at him.
He froze under her gaze, heart pounding. Her eyes were so expressive, so wide and curious and… knowing.
She reached into her bag, pulled out her notepad, and scribbled a question.
“Are you my mate?”
Rohan stopped breathing.
He stared at the words, then at her. His lips parted, but no words came out at first.
Finally, he nodded, voice hoarse. “Yes. I didn’t want to push you, Abigail. I needed you to figure it out for yourself. I didn’t know how you felt… and I didn’t want to get rejected.”
Iris howled joyfully. I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! she sang in Abigail’s mind. We found him! Our mate!
Abigail touched her chest where her heart was pounding. She didn’t need to say anything. The tears in her eyes, the small smile playing on her lips, the way she leaned toward him—it was all Rohan needed.
Their moment was soft, intense, and filled with unspoken promises. Their faces were inches apart—Rohan could feel her breath on his skin.
But he pulled away.
“I can’t… not yet,” he whispered. “Not until your birthday. Not until the bond completes.”
She nodded in understanding, though Iris whined dramatically in her head. Ugh! You two are so slow. Just kiss already!
Later that night, Rohan sat in his room with Dean growling happily.
You did good, Dean said. She knows now. She didn’t reject us.
“I feel like I can finally breathe,” Rohan murmured, staring at the stars through his window. “She’s mine.”
And we’re hers.
Back in her room, Abigail sat on her bed, hugging her pillow. Her fingers traced the edge of the notepad where she’d written the question. Her heart fluttered.
She had a mate.
Not just any mate—Rohan, the Alpha.
And somehow, she was connected to the Moonstone, the thing everyone feared and protected.
She had no idea what was coming. But for the first time in her life… she didn’t feel alone.
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