Page 3 of Alpha’s Second Chance (Moonlit Secrets #5)

As we walk through the forest towards the mountains, now in our human form, going farther and farther away from civilization, I have only one goal at the moment; to take my mate and her son to safety—to my pack where there is plenty of our kind to protect them.

I watch Celeste as she walks in front of me, holding on to Theo’s hands like her life depends on it, the scent of her fear is sharp on the wind, mingling with the damp earth and pine. It’s a raw, desperate thing, laced with adrenaline and the instinct to flee. At some point, she started running. Fast, sometimes slower, continuously dragging Theo with her. But she doesn’t understand that I’m not hunting her—I’m following, tracking her movements with the patience of a wolf that knows its prey has nowhere left to go.

I move through the dense undergrowth with ease, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin, restless and eager. I caught her scent the moment she shifted at the wedding, the moment her control broke. Even in the chaos of the transformation, with the horrified gasps of humans and the sick stench of fear, I knew.

She is mine.

Fate made sure of it.

The forest is thick here, the trees pressing in on all sides. Moonlight cuts through the gaps in the canopy, painting silver paths on the ground, but Celeste doesn’t follow them. She takes the hardest route possible, paying no attention to her own tired feet, nor to Theo’s tired expressions, pushing through dense brambles, leaping over fallen logs, moving deeper into the mountains as though the wild will save her.

It won’t.

It belongs to me.

I stay behind her, not rushing, not closing in too soon. She’s burning through energy at a reckless pace, and exhaustion will catch up to her before I do. She’s running on fear, not instinct. And she’s human enough to think she can fight fate.

I let her go, for now.

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