Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 3 - Rogue prisoner

Elektra's pov:

Yesterday, after I skillfully avoided the border patrol, I arrived home—only to be greeted by a very angry Roxanne. She was practically steaming. I barely had time to step inside before she launched into a half-hour lecture, listing for the thousandth time all the dangers lurking outside the pack grounds. And as always, she ended with her usual dramatic sigh and a pointed glare.

Eventually, after making sure I was thoroughly guilt-tripped, she waved me off to get some sleep.

Oh, my Goddess... this woman can be so persistent!

The next morning, I woke up with one thought burning in my mind: I needed to find out more about him. That mysterious man—Alexander—had left an imprint on me I couldn't shake off. Who was he really? And why did I feel so drawn to him?

I got dressed quickly and asked one of the omegas to bring my breakfast upstairs. While waiting, I opened my laptop and immediately googled his name.

Nothing.

Then I tried his pack: Silver Dawn Pack.

Again, next to nothing.

Only one result came up—a grainy, thirty-year-old article about an Alpha Phaethon and his Luna, Olympia. The photo showed them smiling and hugging, probably from the Luna's Ceremony. They looked like a royal couple straight out of a fairytale.

Phaethon had jet-black hair and bright blue eyes, while Olympia had soft brown curls and piercing gray eyes.

Just like Alexander.

So... those must have been his parents. The resemblance was undeniable. He had his mother's eyes, her hair. The features were too precise to be coincidence.

But strangely, there was nothing else. No recent records, no hierarchy details, no political ties—nothing. It was like the pack had been scrubbed from every database. As if someone had deliberately erased their existence.

Why?

An enemy?

A scandal?

Something darker?

I mulled it over while picking at my breakfast, frustration building with each unanswered question. Was Alexander even who he claimed to be? Or had he stolen someone else's identity?

The more I thought about it, the more it gnawed at me. I needed answers. Real ones.

Who would possibly know something?

Roxanne.

She had been around long enough. If anyone knew old pack histories or past alliances, it would be her.

I shoved the tray aside and headed out for some combat training in the fields. I needed to let off steam before I exploded from pure curiosity.

After a brutal hour of sparring and drills, I was drenched in sweat and sore in all the right places. It felt good. Cleansing. I took a quick shower, got dressed, and made my way to the main office.

Ever since my father left on that urgent diplomatic visit, I'd been running the pack—despite Beta Jordan's constant objections. My father trusted no one more than me, not even his own Beta. And I intended to prove that trust was well placed.

I was reviewing the financial reports from the last quarter, just starting to feel productive again, when the door to my office burst open with a bang.

Jordan.

His face was flushed, and he looked somewhere between alarmed and furious.

-"Have you not yet learned to knock before entering?" I snapped, irritation lacing my voice. I was sick and tired of Jordan's constant audacity.