143: Trapped past

Aurora’s POV

Lucas took a step back, his posture shifting into a submissive stance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief wash over me. This was Lucas, the proud and arrogant son of the Alpha King, bowing his head before me.

In the world of werewolves, submitting to another was a profound gesture, one that carried weight and significance far beyond the moment itself. It was a sign of respect, of acknowledging the authority and dominance of another wolf.

And for Lucas, the act of submission was a startling departure from his usual demeanor of pride and arrogance. From the ways he had belittled me since my eighteenth birthday.

For a moment, I stood there in stunned silence, my mind racing to process the implications of his actions. Could it be that Lucas, the one who had always seemed so untouchable, was finally showing me the respect I had longed for?

The one thing I always wanted since I turned eighteen and couldn’t shift? For him and the rest of the pack to see me more th