Chapter 5: The Secret Identity
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The night felt different.
Heavier.
Like the air itself was watching me.
I stood in the center of the clearing, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breathing.
“Again,” he said.
His voice was calm, but there was something beneath it now.
Expectation.
Pressure.
I closed my eyes.
Focused.
On the faint presence inside me.
My wolf.
She was still weak… but no longer silent.
“I can feel her,” I whispered.
“Not enough,” he replied. “You need to
reach her.”
Frustration burned inside me.
“I’m trying!”
“Trying won’t awaken what’s buried.”
His words snapped something in me.
“What do you want from me?” I shouted, opening my eyes. “I’ve lost everything! My mate, my home—”
“You’ve lost nothing.”
I froze.
“What…?”
His eyes locked onto mine.
“You were never meant to belong there.”
The words hit harder than I expected.
A strange silence followed.
Then slowly… he stepped toward me.
“Do you remember anything from your childhood?” he asked.
I frowned.
“My childhood?”
“Yes.”
I hesitated.
“I… don’t know. I was found near the pack borders when I was young. They said my parents were dead.”
His expression darkened.
“As I thought.”
A chill ran down my spine.
“What does that mean?”
Instead of answering, he raised his hand.
“Stand still.”
“Why—”
“Do it.”
Something in his tone made me obey.
I swallowed and stood still, my heart starting to race again.
He stepped closer.
Closer.
Until he stood right in front of me.
Then—
He lifted his hand and placed it on my forehead.
The moment he touched me—
The world shattered.
Light exploded behind my eyes.
Images flooded my mind.
Fast.
Violent.
Uncontrollable.
I gasped as I stumbled backward, but I couldn’t escape it.
I saw…
A battlefield.
Wolves.
Hundreds of them.
Fighting.
Bleeding.
Dying.
And in the center—
A woman.
Powerful.
Terrifying.
Her eyes glowed like fire.
Her aura…
Dominated everything.
My breath caught.
She turned.
Looked straight at me.
And in that moment—
I realized something that made my blood run cold.
She looked like me.
“No…” I whispered.
The vision shifted.
Flames.
Screams.
A child crying.
Running.
Alone.
Lost.
Then—
Darkness.
I collapsed to my knees, gasping for air as the visions stopped.
My entire body trembled violently.
“What… what was that…?” I choked.
He watched me closely.
“You saw your past.”
I shook my head.
“No… that’s not possible…”
“It is.”
My hands clenched against the ground.
“That woman…” my voice trembled. “Who is she?”
Silence.
Then—
“She was the last Queen of the Blood Moon lineage.”
My heart skipped.
“What…?”
His eyes hardened.
“And you…”
He stepped closer.
“…are her heir.”
Everything went silent.
Even my breathing.
“No…” I whispered. “That’s not true… I’m just—”
“You are not ‘just’ anything.”
His voice cut through me.
Sharp.
Certain.
“Your bloodline is ancient. Powerful.
Feared.”
My chest tightened.
“Then why was I so weak?” I demanded.
“Because your power was sealed.”
My mind spun.
“Sealed…?”
“Yes.”
He crouched slightly so his eyes were level with mine.
“Your kind was hunted,” he said quietly. “Destroyed out of fear.”
A cold chill ran through me.
“Why…?”
“Because your bloodline doesn’t follow Alphas.”
My breath caught.
“What does that mean?”
His gaze deepened.
“It means…”
He paused.
As if weighing his next words carefully.
“…you don’t submit.”
Something inside me stirred.
Stronger this time.
Hotter.
Darker.
“You rule.”
My heart slammed violently against my chest.
“No…” I whispered.
But my voice lacked conviction.
Because deep down…
Something was waking up.
Something that felt—
Right.
“You felt it, didn’t you?” he said.
I looked at my hands.
They were trembling.
Not from fear.
From power.
“I… saw them…” I whispered. “They were bowing…”
“Yes.”
My breath quickened.
“That’s not possible…”
“It is your nature.”
I shook my head, overwhelmed.
“This doesn’t make sense…”
“It will.”
He stood up slowly.
“And when it does…”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“The world will not be ready for you.”
Silence fell again.
Heavy.
Unavoidable.
I stared at the ground, my thoughts spinning wildly.
Everything I believed about myself…
Was a lie.
“I’m not weak…” I whispered.
“No.”
“I was never weak…”
“Never.”
A strange feeling rose in my chest.
Not pain.
Not sadness.
Something else.
Something dangerous.
Strength.
I slowly lifted my head.
“And Alpha Kael…”
My voice changed.
Colder.
Stronger.
“He rejected me.”
His lips curved slightly.
“Yes.”
I stood up.
This time—
My legs didn’t shake.
My body didn’t feel heavy.
Something had changed.
Something had awakened.
“He will regret it,” I said quietly.
The air around me shifted.
Power rippled faintly through the clearing.
His eyes gleamed with interest.
“That’s the spirit.”
I met his gaze.
“But first…”
I clenched my fists.
“I need to become stronger.”
A slow, approving smile spread across his face.
“Good.”
He turned away slightly.
“Because what’s coming…”
His voice dropped.
Dark.
Serious.
“Will either make you a queen…”
A pause.
“…or destroy you completely.”
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