Miracle's smile was a mask—cold and calculating. Behind her calm exterior, she was already weaving the next thread in her web of deception. She had once been Damon's childhood friend, raised in the pack since birth, groomed to be the perfect mate. But when Nyla appeared, everything shifted.
For years, Miracle had been loyal and patient, believing her time would come. But Damon's growing affection for Nyla ignited a fire of jealousy and betrayal inside her. "I won't let her take what's mine," Miracle whispered, her eyes darkening. "Damon belongs to me, and I'll prove it."
She watched from a distance as Nyla moved confidently through the pack's territory, unaware of the shadow that followed her every step. Miracle's bitterness was fueled not only by love but by a deep fear of losing her place — her family, her identity, her future.
As night fell, Nyla found herself face-to-face with Miracle in the moonlit clearing near the pack's den. The tension was electric.
"Why are you following me?" Nyla demanded, her voice steady but wary.
Miracle's laugh was sharp. "Oh, Nyla. You think you can just waltz into our world and take the alpha's heart? I was supposed to be by Damon's side forever. We grew up together—shared secrets, dreams. You're the outsider."
Nyla's gaze hardened. "I'm not afraid of you. Damon chose me."
"Did he?" Miracle's eyes gleamed with venom. "Or are you just another pawn in a game you don't even understand? This pack is my blood, my life. And I won't let it slip away because of you."
Before Nyla could reply, a low growl echoed nearby. The protective pack guards stepped out of the shadows, weapons ready. Miracle smirked, knowing the message had been sent: this war was just beginning
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