Alpha's Secret Bride-Chapter 54: A Call That Shook Her Wolf

"Moonfall," she greeted him politely, wiping tears that were blinding her eyes. The caller kept quiet and she could hear some noises in the background. She became very angry.

"Emma," a voice whispered from the other end of the communication device.

"Who the hell are you," she yelled angrily.

"Brandon Oliv...."

"I have told you several times that you are messing with the wrong number. One more useless call from you, I will restrict your number," she quickly ended the call and tossed the communication device aside. She sat on the bed and continued weeping.

Life within the pack was full of competition and she needed a professional path to command authority among wolves. She wanted to impact the pack and set herself apart from wolves who looked down on her. It seemed the word ’outcast’ was formed the day she was born. It looked as though she would never amount to anything in the Alpha Realm.

"Emma, I want to see you .... Brandon Oliver."

"For the last time; you are messing with the wrong number!" she replied to the text message that came in on her communication device and tossed it aside again. Her device beeped after a few minutes. She pulled it closer and restricted the unknown number without going through the message again. This was how she had been treating all her secret admirers. She detest he-wolves, but she still loved Oliver. Each time she looked at the last gift he sent to her, she saw countless reasons to keep waiting for him.

She pulled the device back and sent a message to Brooklyn. She truly needed work to keep herself occupied. The mocking laughter that echoed through their pack lounge was pushing her mind to the edge and stirring dark thoughts within her wolf. Since they now lived far from each other, they hardly see each other often.

Her dark thoughts were shattered by a notification that appeared on her device. She pulled it closer; it was a message request from a social platform. She checked the sender—no mutual pack ties. She studied his profile image, but his face was completely covered and unrecognizable. She captured the image and enlarged it, trying to see clearly, but failed.

Strangely, she felt a strong pull toward him, unlike the irritation she felt toward other he-wolves.

However, anger quickly replaced the feeling when she returned to his message.

"I know you’re a scammer!!!!" she replied sharply and blocked him immediately.

After a few hours, her chamber door opened and Brooklyn walked in. She had been informed the moment Emma was expelled from the academy, so she already knew everything.

"Brooklyn, do you know this he-wolf?" she asked, handing over her communication device.

Brooklyn examined the image and shook her head.

"He called me earlier and I told him..."

"Restrict him immediately!"

"Why?"

"Why would he send his image to a she-wolf he just met?"

"He didn’t; it is his profile image."

"I dislike the tone of your voice, Emma. Do not take this path!" Brooklyn warned, just as she had done for a few winters . She had always helped her drive admirers away because she believed in the pure bond between her and Oliver. She believed he would return.

"What does he want from you?"

"What else does a he-wolf want from a she-wolf?"

"Tell him you are not interested, now!" Brooklyn commanded, handing the device back.

"I have already blocked him."

"Good! What do you intend to do with your life now?"

"I want to follow my path," she replied.

Brooklyn sighed deeply. She had never supported her passion for writing and believed it would not lead anywhere. She had never even read her work nor showed interest in it.

"My Beta needs more healers, I told him I know a she-wolf with healing experience; are you interested?"

"Brooklyn, I...."

"Where is that useless she-wolf!" her father’s voice thundered from outside. Her wolf stiffened and she stood up immediately.

"Do you see where your careless behavior has landed you? Do you see where your foolishness has brought you? Lunara warned the Moon Princess not to waste her silver on you, but she refused. I am glad you have disgraced yourself! If you had associated with intelligent young wolves, you would not have wasted her resources. Instead, you keep moonallies who are wolf -entertainers, idle she-wolves, and lazy he-wolves! Look at Lunara! She is thriving! Our territory needs a landscaper! The mini-den needs cleaning, and the gutters too! Now tell me why I should continue paying others when you are here?"

"I cannot handle all the work alone," Emma replied.

"Then repay your debts, gather your belongings, and leave!" he barked before slamming the door.

"That is all he can do—bark like a stray wolf," Brooklyn muttered.

"Who is the lazy he-wolf he mentioned?"

"A wolf who helped me clean the drainage during my last visit to our den."

"Who is he?"

"He lives a few blocks away. Brooklyn, please speak to your head Beta for me. I need this work. I need to save and secure a small den of my own. I cannot continue like this... I cannot," she cried.

Brooklyn remained silent, staring into space before sighing and walking toward the washroom.

Relief washed over her when Moon Princess Elara entered her chamber gracefully, as though she belonged there. A sense of calm always followed her presence. She sat beside Emma and gently wiped her tears.

"I am sorry I disappointed you."

"No, you did not."

"I should not have suggested the academy. I only wanted the best for you."

"You have already done enough. At this point, I wish to stand on my own."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I will find work and write my story every night before resting. Princess, you have done more than enough. Thank you."

"Which writing?"

"My story."

"Very well. Are you certain you need no further help?" she asked, holding her hand gently.

Emma shook her head.

"If you need anything, do not hesitate to call me."

Brooklyn returned from the washroom, wiping her tears.

"Princess, it has been seven winters already and your sibling has not returned," Brooklyn said bluntly. Emma tried to stop her with a look, but she ignored it.

"He is back," Elara replied with a soft smile. "He looks completely different now. We only recognized him because he resembles my father more."

"He never visited the High Realm during his training?"

"My father forbade him from entering until he completed his journey."

"You did not visit him?"

"Only twice."

"Now I understand why the she-wolves downstairs are celebrating," Brooklyn said.

The Princess smiled calmly.

"My father wished to celebrate his success, but he dislikes gatherings. He prefers solitude."

"Is he handsome now?"

"No! He is still flawed. His face now carries a rugged look—like a true wolf," Elara said playfully.

They burst into laughter.

"Everything about him now reflects strength and awakening. Just as I predicted, even Taylor Momsen is fatter than him. My mother placed him on a strict diet immediately he came back!"

They laughed again, louder than before. Lunara and her fans suddenly fell silent, their mocking laughter dying in the air.

"Emma, I must leave now. Please remember—reach out if you need anything," Elara said before departing.

Emma watched her leave, still smiling faintly.

"What is wrong, Brooklyn?"

"I believe what you need now is a good he-wolf."

"Brooklyn!"

"Yes. I supported your waiting all these years, but seven winters is too long. It is clear he is not coming back. That love... it may not have been real."

"Unblock the he-wolf you just blocked," Brooklyn insisted.

"What is happening to you?"

"We need to move forward, Emma! Life has not been fair to us. What have we done to deserve this? We cannot remain stuck in the past. Some wolves are meant to be memories—not part of our future!"

"Why are you saying this now?"

"Let us rebuild ourselves. Let us rise as strong she-wolves and prove everyone wrong!"

"Brooklyn..."

"What?"

"Please, I..."

"Come to the healing den tomorrow morning. Forget the story you are writing. As long as your status remains the same, no publisher will accept it. You must rise first."

She wanted to hesitate then she remembered her strange ability.

The same thing she had always tried to ignore.

The same thing that made her different.

Emma’s fingers trembled slightly as she pulled her hand back from Brooklyn’s grasp. Her chest tightened, her wolf pacing restlessly beneath her skin. It wasn’t just emotion—it was instinct. Something deep... something she could not explain.

"I..." she started, but the words caught in her throat.

Brooklyn watched her carefully. "You felt it again, didn’t you?"

Emma said nothing.

"You cannot keep hiding from it forever," Brooklyn continued softly. "That ability... it is not a curse, Emma. It is a gift. You just refuse to see it."

Emma shook her head slightly, backing away. "It does not matter. It only brings trouble. The last time I used it—"

"You saved a life," Brooklyn cut in sharply.

"And lost control!" Emma snapped, her voice rising. "Do you not remember what happened? The fear? The way they looked at me? Like I was something unnatural... something to be feared."

Silence filled the chamber.

Brooklyn’s expression softened. "You are afraid of your own strength."

"I am afraid of what I might become," Emma corrected quietly.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The tension in the chamber was thick, like the air before a storm.

Then Brooklyn exhaled. "Then let me help you learn control. Not to suppress it... but to master it."

Emma turned away, staring at the dim glow of the moonlight slipping through the window. Her reflection shimmered faintly on the glass—fragile, uncertain.

"I do not know if I am ready," she whispered.

"You will never feel ready," Brooklyn replied. "That is why you must begin now."