Chapter two: Darian loses his sh*t
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Kathryn’s POV
Serena’s face twisted with rage.
Darian’s jaw locked, his stormy blue eyes burning into me like he wanted to tear me apart—or drag me away.
The entire courtyard was dead silent.
Wolves stared, their eyes wide, their bodies tense, as if waiting for a command. Someone coughed awkwardly, and the sound snapped Darian into action.
His fists clenched at his sides. “Enough.”
The word was sharp, cold, Alpha-f*****g-commanding.
I smiled. "Touched a nerve, Alpha?"
His nostrils flared. “Why the f**k are you here, Kathryn?”
I stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, like a predator circling prey.
"You’ll find out soon enough," I said, tilting my head. “Try not to have a meltdown before then.”
His entire body tensed.
Serena, still clinging to him, dug her nails into his arm. "Darian, tell her to leave. Now."
A few pack members nodded nervously. Others just… watched.
I caught one wolf—a high-ranking warrior—lowering his head slightly.
Submission.
Not to Darian.
To me.
Interesting.
Darian must have noticed, because his energy shifted, his wolf pushing against his skin. He looked like he wanted to f*****g snap.
"You're not welcome here," he ground out.
I raised a brow. "That so?"
His wolf flashed in his eyes. "Leave."
I smirked. "Make me."
The crowd inhaled sharply.
Darian’s chest expanded, his jaw locking so tight I swore his teeth might snap.
And then—he f*****g moved.
Fast.
A blink, a rush of air, and he was right in front of me.
The pack barely had time to react before his fingers locked around my wrist.
My body lit up with fire.
Not the good kind.
The bond’s cruel reminder that it had never fully broken.
His grip was firm, unyielding, possessive as hell.
And I wanted to break his damn hand.
His voice dropped to a growl. "I said, leave."
I leaned in, just enough for only him to hear. "I’m not here for you, Darian. But you’ll wish I was."
His fingers twitched. His breath hitched.
And I yanked my wrist free.
Then I turned, my boots clicking against the pavement as I walked away.
Straight toward the packhouse.
And I could feel it—his stare burning into my back.
---
Whispers exploded behind me.
"She’s not afraid of him."
"Did you see that? He—he hesitated."
"Why is she really here?"
I smirked to myself, pushing open the heavy oak doors of the packhouse like I owned the f*****g place.
A warrior stepped in my path.
"Luna—" He cut himself off, realizing his mistake. "I mean, Kathryn."
I raised a brow.
He swallowed thickly. "Alpha Darian doesn’t want you here."
I smiled sweetly. "And I don’t give a fuck."
I stepped around him. He let me.
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Inside the Packhouse
The scent hit me first.
Cedar. Leather. Power.
Darian.
I rolled my eyes. Figures his scent still clung to everything.
I made my way toward the grand hall, where pack meetings were held. The massive fireplace still stood against the far wall, the long oak table in the center.
I dragged my fingers across the surface, catching glimpses of old memories.
Of me, once sitting beside him.
Before everything went to s**t.
My chest tightened, but I shoved it down. I didn’t have time for f*****g nostalgia.
A door slammed open behind me.
I already knew who it was before his voice growled—
"You do not f*****g belong here."
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I turned, slowly, watching Darian lose his s**t.
Darian stood in the doorway, dangerously still.
His chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, like he was trying to hold himself back.
His eyes? Pure, stormy rage.
I raised a brow. "You’re following me now? Obsessed much?"
His wolf flashed in his gaze, burning like blue fire. "You need to leave."
I leaned against the table. "Nah, I think I’ll stay."
Something snapped.
One second, he was across the room.
The next—he had me pinned against the wall.
My back hit the wood paneling, his forearm braced beside my head.
Fuck. He was fast.
His breath was hot, ragged, his body too close.
"Tell me why you're here," he demanded.
I smiled, slow and taunting. "No."
His fingers tightened on the wall beside me.
"Kathryn." His voice was low, rough. Dangerous.
I refused to look away. "Darian."
His breath shuddered. Just barely.
And that?
That made my f*****g night.
Because the Alpha who threw me away?
Was losing his f*****g mind.
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Flashback: The Night I Ran
"She’s gone, Alpha."
"Good."
Cold. Uncaring.
I had bled that night. My own pack had turned on me.
And Darian?
He hadn’t even looked back.
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Back to the Present
I pushed off the wall, breaking the tension.
"You’re not going to get answers that easily," I murmured.
His jaw clenched.
I stepped past him, not missing the way his body tensed, like he wanted to grab me again.
But he didn’t.
Instead, his voice dropped into something dark.
"You should have stayed gone."
I smirked over my shoulder. "You should have killed me when you had the chance."
Then I walked away, leaving him standing there.
Shaken.
Furious.
And—for the first time in his f*****g life—uncertain.
This just keeps getting better.
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