The Alpha's Regret

Chapter 3: The Training Ground

# Chapter 3: The Training Ground

The days at Lyra's cottage blurred into weeks. Every morning before dawn, she pushed me to my limits--and beyond.

"Again," Lyra commanded.

I stood in the clearing, sweat streaming down my face. A ring of silver fire surrounded me. "I can't."

"You can. The Luna Chosen does not give up."

I closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself. The silver fire rose higher, forming a protective dome. I pushed it outward, sending a shockwave through the forest. Trees bent. Birds scattered.

"Not bad for a beginner."

That night, Lyra gave me a leather-bound book. "This belonged to your mother."

I froze. "My mother died when I was young."

"Exactly what the pack wanted you to believe. Your mother was the last Luna Chosen. When the Council discovered her secret, they eliminated her."

Inside the book was a letter: "My dearest Elara, trust no one in the Council. But there is one you can trust--the one who rejected you. His fate is tied to yours."

Far away, Alpha Damian sat in the dark. "I can feel her," he whispered. "Every night, I feel her growing stronger."

The severed bond pulsed like a distant heartbeat.

She was alive. And she was changing.

"What have I done?"

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