Aurora’s POV As the weeks passed, the undeniable evidence of my pregnancy became more apparent with each passing day. My once-flat stomach began to swell, a subtle curve forming beneath my clothing that hinted at the new life growing within me.Despite my apprehensions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the miracle taking place inside my body. With each fluttering movement, each gentle kick, I felt a deep connection to the tiny life growing inside me, a bond that seemed to strengthen with each passing moment. The emotions I feel are overwhelming and even though I get to share them with Eva, she is still quiet. But along with the joy and anticipation came a nagging sense of fear and uncertainty. I knew that my pregnancy made me vulnerable, that I was no longer just responsible for myself but for the life growing inside me as well.And as my belly continued to swell, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, that someone – perhaps Lucas – was waiting

Aurora’s POVI stood there, bathed in the silvery light of the moon filtering through the dense canopy above, I felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. It was as if time had frozen, and all I could do was gaze in awe at the sight before me.Instead of the familiar sensation of my body moving on all fours, I felt a strange, newfound stability beneath me. Slowly, almost hesitantly, I raised my gaze downward, and what I saw filled me with wonder and amazement.Where once there had been two sturdy legs encased in human flesh, now there stood two powerful limbs covered in pristine white fur. The transformation was both startling and breathtaking, and for a moment, I could hardly believe what I was seeing.I flexed my newfound appendages experimentally, marveling at the strength and agility they afforded me. Every movement was fluid and effortless, as if my body had been waiting for this moment all along.But it wasn't just the physical changes that left me in awe. As I looked around at the

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

Aurora’s POV I awoke the next morning feeling utterly drained, every muscle in my body aching with a profound soreness. My bones felt heavy, as if they had carried the weight of the world through the night. The exhaustion wrapped around me like a thick fog, making it hard to shake off the remnants of sleep.But then, amidst the fatigue, a smile slowly spread across my face as the memory of the previous night surged back. I had shifted into a white lycan, the most powerful werewolf alive. The joy and triumph of that transformation cut through my weariness like a burst of sunlight through dark clouds. It was all worth it and more. I feel energized remembering the night before. The feeling of my bones rearranging. Years of patience and longing, spent without a wolf form, had finally paid off. The power coursing through me was the reward for my endurance. With newfound energy, I leaped from the bed, the soreness in my bones now a badge of honor, a reminder of the incredible power that

Aurora’s POV I marveled at my transformation, an unsettling feeling crept over me, the sensation of being watched. My instincts heightened, I turned swiftly, my senses alert. There, leaning casually against a tree, stood Alpha Caden.He was wearing plain jeans and a shirt that clung to his muscular frame, each muscle defined and rippling as he adjusted his stance. It was clear he was intentionally showing off, exuding confidence and raw power. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore, and I felt a surge of both admiration and irritation.Caden's piercing eyes were locked onto me, his gaze intense and unwavering. He looked at me as if I were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen in his entire life. There was an undeniable heat in his eyes, a blend of curiosity and something deeper, something primal.His gaze traveled over my lycan form, taking in every detail. The scrutiny made my fur bristle, a mix of pride and challenge rising within me. I straightened, standing taller