Aurora’s POV Frustration and anger simmered between us, palpable in the charged atmosphere as we stood locked in a battle of wills."I'm not going back to Brown Wood Pack to be your slave," I declared, my voice trembling with defiance. "I refuse to work like a slave when I'm your mate."Alpha Caden's gaze hardened, his jaw set in a firm line. "You can do anything you want, Aurora," he retorted, his tone laced with a dangerous edge. "But you're still my personal maid until I say otherwise."The words hung heavy in the air between us, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. I gritted my teeth, my resolve hardening even as my heart pounded with frustration."That's not fair," I shot back, my voice rising with indignation. "I won't be treated like some servant while you get to dictate everything."But Alpha Caden remained unmoved, his expression unwavering. "Fair or not, that's the way it is," he stated firmly. "You're mine, Aurora. And you'll do as I say."The weight of his word

Alpha Caden’s POV The familiar sights of Brown Wood Pack greeted us as we descended towards the runway, the private jet smoothly touching down on the tarmac. Despite its smaller size compared to the bustling airports of the human world, the airport in Brown Wood Pack was efficient and well-maintained, capable of accommodating my private jet and a few other planes for the pack members.As we taxied towards the terminal, I glanced out the window, taking in the familiar surroundings of the pack territory. The lush greenery of the surrounding forest stretched out as far as the eye could see, a testament to the untamed beauty of our territory.Stepping off the plane, I was greeted by the crisp, fresh air of the pack lands, a welcome change from the artificial confines of the aircraft. Around us, pack members bustled about, going about their daily routines with a sense of purpose and determination.Despite the allure of the old ways, I was determined to embrace modern technology and infras

Alpha Caden’s POV I made my way towards the office, Mia was already present, her poised demeanor ready to brief me on the day's meetings and tasks. Despite her efficiency, my mind was elsewhere. I had no idea what I was looking forward to. Since our return from Canada, Aurora's absence weighed heavily on me. The days had passed without a glimpse of her, and the uncertainty gnawed at my thoughts. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the sense of something missing.It puzzled me. Why did her absence affect me so deeply? I had deliberately kept my distance from her in Brown Wood Pack, wary of the risks our connection might pose in the human world. Yet, her absence now left a void I couldn't ignore.Mia began to detail the day's agenda, I struggled to focus, my thoughts consumed by the inexplicable longing for Aurora's presence. For the usual banter we have back and forth before we settle on something. Just for the fun of it. Despite my longing to see Aurora again, a part of me hesi

Aurora’s POV The days passed in a blur of monotonous routine, each one blending into the next with nothing remarkable to distinguish them. Weeks kept bleeding with me just finding my way around the office without getting into a cat fight with Mia. Despite the proximity forced upon us by our shared living space, Alpha Caden and I maintained a cold distance, our interactions limited to the bare minimum required to function within the same household. We mostly only interact at the office, mainly keeping to ourselves. Occasionally, I caught glimpses of my father as he conducted business with Alpha Caden, their discussions veiled in secrecy and urgency. He seemed preoccupied with the affairs of the pack, his attention consumed by matters that held little interest for me. He is so consumed in his affairs. Though he passed by me without a second glance, I couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment at his apparent indifference. I didn’t make the mistake here. I am not to blame for standi

Aurora’s POV The hours ticked down to the wedding and I found myself immersed in the final preparations of the banquet hall. Alpha Caden had entrusted me with the responsibility of ensuring every last detail was perfect, and I was determined to make it happen. Dressed in my slacks, white button-down shirt, and sneakers for comfort and mobility, I moved through the hall with purpose. I instruct the staff with efficiency like I was born to do this when I have never planned an event in my life. Maybe the opening of my tattoo shop. The tables were meticulously arranged, each adorned with elegant centerpieces of flowers and candles. I adjusted the seating cards with precision, ensuring that each guest's name was perfectly aligned. I had to remove some and add some. It reminded me of the people I forgot about. The lighting was soft and romantic, casting a warm glow over the room, while soft music played in the background to set the mood. A band is also located at the far corner for the