Chapter 2 : The Powerful alpha
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Amelia POV
Claws tear into my arm, and I scream, collapsing onto the cold ground. The last thing I see are those terrifying golden eyes, filled with hunger.
Then, another presence, powerful, commanding, dangerous. A roar shakes the trees, and the beast is ripped away from me. My vision blurs, and the last thing I feel is strong arms lifting me before everything fades to darkness.
A soft, warm sensation surrounds me, a stark contrast to the cold and agony I last remember. My body feels light, as though I am floating, but the dull ache in my limbs reminds me that I am still alive. Slowly, I force my heavy eyelids open, squinting at the unfamiliar surroundings.
Golden chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, casting a soft glow over the room. The bed beneath me is unlike anything I’ve ever laid on…plush, warm, and so comfortable that it feels unreal. The air smells of pine and something deeply masculine, a scent that stirs something unfamiliar in me.
Panic grips me as memories flood back, being accused of stealing, my father’s cold eyes, the pack’s sneers as I was cast out with nowhere to go. Then the beast…its snarling fangs lunging at me in the darkness.
I bolt upright, only to wince as pain shoots through my body.
“You’re awake.”
A deep, powerful voice rumbles from across the room. My head snaps toward the sound, and my breath catches in my throat. A man stands near the grand fireplace, his towering frame radiating dominance. His dark hair is slightly tousled, his piercing golden eyes locked onto me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. He exudes raw power, a presence so commanding that I know instantly….
He’s the Alpha.
“Where am I?” My voice is hoarse, my throat dry.
“You’re in the Crescent Moon Pack,” he says, stepping closer, his gaze never wavering. “My territory.”
Crescent Moon Pack. The name sends a shiver through me. This is the strongest pack in the werewolf world, ruled by the most powerful Alpha.
He stops at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his broad chest. “I am Alpha Killian Blackwood.” His voice is deep, authoritative, yet oddly soothing. “And you, Amelia, are my second chance mate.”
The world tilts around me.
“What?” My voice comes out barely above a whisper. “That… that can’t be right.”
“I felt it the moment I saw you.” His eyes darken, as if recalling the night before. “You were barely breathing when I found you, Amelia. If I had arrived even a minute later, you’d be dead.”
My mind spins, unable to process his words. A second chance mate? It’s unheard of for someone like me. Rejected, unloved, abandoned, why would the Moon Goddess grant me a mate again, let alone someone as powerful as him?
“I don’t understand,” I whisper. “Why me?”
Killian moves closer, his presence overwhelming. “I’m so happy that I found you but I've been searching for my second chance fated mate.
The Moon Goddess gave you to me.” His voice softens slightly. “You are safe here, Amelia. No one will ever harm you again.”
Warmth surrounded me, a comforting presence that felt foreign yet oddly reassuring. My eyelids fluttered open, and I found myself lying in a grand bedroom, the softest sheets beneath me. The scent of pine and something distinctly masculine filled the air. My breath caught when my gaze landed on the figure seated beside me.
Alpha Killian.
He was watching me, his golden eyes intense yet unreadable. His presence alone made the room feel smaller, his aura commanding yet protective. I tensed, uncertain of where I stood with him.
"You're awake," his deep voice rumbled, a hint of relief lacing his tone.
"Where am I?" I croaked, my throat dry.
"You're in my pack—Shadow Moon Pack," he said smoothly. "You are safe here, Amelia."
Safe? That word felt foreign on my tongue.
He leaned forward, his warm hands reaching for my leg. I gasped softly as his fingers lightly grazed my skin, carefully undoing the bandages around my wound. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent almost, as he examined the injury.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, his gaze flicking to mine.
I swallowed hard, heat creeping up my neck. "No," I whispered, watching as he applied a soothing balm to my wound before wrapping it again with delicate precision.
The tenderness in his actions made my chest tighten. I had never been treated with such care before.
Once he was done, he turned towards the door and called out, "Margaret."
A moment later, an older woman entered, her kind eyes settling on me. "Yes, Alpha?"
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