LOGINHaliyah’s POV.
“Alpha Damon… is this lady with you?” Damon glanced down at me. His gaze stayed on my face. I quietly crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping he would help me. Then, I felt his hand move. He casually covered my hand with his. “Yes,” he said simply. “She’s my date.” My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Inside my head, I kept thanking the Moon Goddess and this stranger beside me. The guards exchanged looks and immediately stepped aside. “Our apologies. Please enter.” I almost released a huge sigh of relief, but I stopped myself just in time. Damon guided me forward, his arm still linked with mine. Once we passed the doors and the music surrounded us, he leaned down and murmured near my ear, “So… my date?” I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or making fun of me. But honestly, I didn’t mind. I looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you. You just saved my life,” I said sincerely. The corner of his lips lifted. “Dangerous women always say that.” “I’m not dangerous.” He raised a brow. “Oh? Weren’t you? You ran from guards, grabbed a stranger, and lied without blinking.” I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly. “Uh… fair point.” The moment we stepped into the ballroom, the entire room fell into silence. I didn’t mean that in a poetic way. I meant it literally. All pairs of eyes were on us, staring in shock. Some even gasped openly. My heart thumped wildly in my chest that I was scared people might hear it if I breathed too loudly. From across the room, I saw them. I caught a glimpse of Raven’s jaw tightening, his eyes narrowing as if he were staring daggers at the sight of me holding Damon’s arm. Beside him, Cassandra’s usual confident smile faltered for a split second. Her mouth hung slightly open, and I saw pure disbelief on her face. That alone gave me a thrill. The loud whispers from the crowd started immediately. “Is that Alpha Damon?” “No way! He’s with Luna Haliyah?” I suddenly became very aware that I was still holding him. I could feel his tension underneath it, though he didn’t let it show. His expression stayed cool and unreadable. “Miss, you can let go now,” he said politely. Heat rushed to my cheeks. My heart raced when I realized how close we were standing and how intimate it probably looked to everyone watching. Our bodies were almost touching. I could even feel the warmth from him through our clothes. I felt my cheeks heat up, my heart racing as I realized how our bodies were almost touching and how intimate it must have looked to everyone else. We were so close that I could feel the warmth from him through our clothes. I forced myself to smile, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet,” I hesitated. He frowned as he noticed my reluctance. He probably thought I was just another woman trying to cling to him. I needed something from him, but not for the reason he probably expected. “You see… I need your help,” I whispered, careful not to draw more attention. His jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he didn’t pull away. “With what? I don’t usually involve myself in the affairs of… women like you,” he said coolly, but there was an undercurrent I couldn’t quite place. I looked straight into his eyes. “I’m not like the others,” I said firmly. “I have a reason.” I drew in a breath. I could feel the overwhelming power coming from him. His aura was strong. He clearly had a very high rank. If anyone here knew where the Elder Council was… it would be him. His eyes met mine again. I let my fingers rest against his arm, holding him just enough to make it look natural without overdoing it. For a moment, I thought he might say no and brush me off entirely. But then, he gave a small nod. “Very well. Tell me what you need.” He looked away after that, like he was holding something back. I didn’t know why, but I felt it. The strange pull between us. “Thank you,” I murmured, making sure my voice carried enough sincerity to sound believable. I bit the inside of my cheeks. This posture, the proximity… Anyone looking at us would definitely think we were a couple. My heart raced in ways I didn’t understand. Why did his presence make me feel so electric? Why did being near him make me feel so nervous? I pushed the thought away and tried to focus on what I needed to do. I swallowed. “I… I need to know where the Elder Council is holding tonight’s meeting, Do you happen to know where—” “Haliyah!” The sound of my name cut me off. When I shifted my gaze, Raven was already heading in our direction. The crowd moved out of his way without him even asking. No one dared block his path. His furious eyes never left me— or Damon’s hand, which was still hovering too close to my waist. He stopped directly in front of us and yanked me back roughly by the arm. I choked back a breath. The sudden force knocked the air out of my lungs. “What do you think you’re doing?!” he barked. “Have you lost your mind?!” I stumbled slightly but managed to hold my balance, trying not to falter. Damon’s arm stayed firm under mine, giving me just enough support as Raven’s grip threatened to pull me away completely. His expression returned to that calm indifference. Before I could react, Raven forcibly grabbed my wrist. Pain shot up my arm where he held me. And all I could think about in that dizzy, spinning moment was how shocked I felt.Raven’s POV. The first time Haliyah brought it up, she didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t tremble. She didn’t hesitate like she used to in the five years of our marriage when she still believed persuasion might soften me. This time, she was too calm. We were in the private sitting room of the pack. The afternoon light came through the tall windows, illuminating the space between us. I had just returned from a multi-day Alpha summit with my Beta and Gamma meeting with other Alphas to discuss security matters between packs. When I got home, I was slightly pleased to see Haliyah waiting for me at the door, like she used to. But she wasn’t there to welcome me. She wanted to talk. “What is it this time?” I asked, annoyed. “You couldn’t even wait for me to rest? I just got back and you’re already starting something. Can this not wait? Or is this another one of your impulses?” She stood near the edge of the table, not sitting. That alone should have told me something. Haliyah only stood
Haliyah’s POV. At some point, I stopped noticing the rumors about Damon the way I used to. They still existed, of course. I still heard bits and pieces of them— whispers about his past, about his supposed relationships, about how he treated people without attachment or care. Those rumors once formed a picture in my mind of who he was before I ever met him properly. I thought he was distant, controlled by desire, and a man without emotional weight. I sat alone in my office for a while after finishing the last round of evidence review from the previous night. The documents were neatly stacked in front of me. The pack was quieter in the early morning hours. Even the air seemed organized here, like everything unnecessary had been filtered out and only what remained useful was allowed to persist. I should have been focusing on the next phase of the investigation— on Cassandra, Raven, and the weak points we had identified in their financial system. But instead, my mind kept going back
Damon’s POV. I remembered how many hours I spent searching for the boy in that forest. It didn’t help that my sense of smell was defective. If my olfactory sense worked properly, I would’ve tracked his scent right away and found him easily. But because I lacked that, it took me much longer. I cursed in irritation when it started to rain, soaking my entire body. Then, I heard a child crying. I immediately followed the sound until I finally found him. He was hiding beside an abandoned wishing well deep in the forest. “P-Please help!” he cried when he saw me. I noticed he was shaking from fear and cold. I let out a breath, then took off my top and wrapped it around him. “Come on, kid,” I said, lifting him onto my back. “I’ll take you back to your grandmother.” He didn’t resist. He clung tightly to me, wiping away his tears and the rain from his face. As I carried him, I couldn’t help but question myself. Why was I even doing this? I never planned to involve myself in other people
Haliyah’s POV. I didn’t notice the exact moment my perception of Damon began to change. For a long time, I thought of him as someone who always needed control. That was the simplest way to understand him. He decided, intervened often without explanation, and rarely allowed anyone to go off course. That version of him had been so consistent that I stopped questioning whether there was anything more to him. But now, I wasn’t so sure. Because recently, something had changed. I had been paying attention, and I couldn’t ignore the difference anymore. Damon no longer inserted himself into every decision I made. He no longer redirected my choices like I always needed guidance. Instead, he listened. And even more surprising, he supported me. It didn’t fit the version of him I had constructed in my mind. And yet, it was happening. “Is something wrong, Luna Haliyah?” Damon’s assistant asked. I hesitated, then shook my head. “No. I’m just thinking.” He nodded and continued driving, leavin
Damon’s POV. I noticed her laugh before I even realized I was watching her. It wasn’t part of the strategy briefing. It wasn’t relevant to the investigation. It wasn’t even connected to anything we were currently handling. She was simply standing a short distance away in one of the open corridor junctions, speaking with a group of lower-tier pack members who had somehow gathered around her. And yet, my attention locked onto her anyway. The first thing I noticed was Haliyah wasn’t trying to command the space. She wasn’t asserting dominance or forcing presence that most higher-ranked members would. She was just there, listening, responding, and occasionally speaking with a calmness that made people relax around her. She looked different when she was less guarded. It was like her presence felt light. The kind of person a stranger could meet on the street and instantly feel comfortable with. When I first met her, she wasn’t like this. She always looked tense and stressed. It showed in
Haliyah’s POV. Lately, I couldn’t help but notice how smoothly everything was going. It should have made me feel relieved. Instead, it made me uneasy. Things were falling into place almost perfectly. Witnesses who should have been hesitant were suddenly cooperative. Leads that used to feel scattered were now connecting. Even situations I had mentally prepared myself to escalate into conflict resolved on their own before any real tension could build. It was what bothered me. It didn’t feel normal. I stood near the edge of the central operations corridor, reviewing the notes I had compiled over the past few hours, my gaze moving between recorded statements. Each piece made sense individually. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was how effortlessly they all fit together now. I accidentally tore the edge of the paper I was holding without realizing it. This shouldn’t be this easy. I had prepared for setbacks, delays, and resistance. So, why does it feel like something— or someone— is cl
Haliyah’s POV.I ran my fingers over the rope I had cut from old supplies, checking the small lockpick I had fashioned in secret, and tested the window latch I had loosened. Everything was ready. I just had to wait for the right moment. I could almost taste freedom.I exhaled slowly, steadying my n
Haliyah’s POV.The door slammed shut behind me with a thud. The sound echoed through the hallway, while I just stood there, staring at the wooden door in front of me. The click of the bolt sliding into place sounded louder like a cage closing.Raven’s Beta didn’t meet my eyes when he pushed me insi
Raven’s POV. “I said… I want a divorce.” The word divorce hit me like a hard slap across the face. For a second, my mind went blank. I stared at Haliyah, standing in front of me with that pale face and those swollen eyes, and waited for her to take it back and apologize. But she didn’t. My brow
Haliyah’s POV.I woke up to a sterile, white ceiling and the smell of antiseptic filling my nose. My head throbbed like it was being squeezed. The light above me was painfully bright, stabbing straight into my eyes. I blinked slowly. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming— or still trapped in that







