Hidden Secrets (editing and improving the story)

Chapter 4 - Roots to the Past

Jordan's pov:

"This time, Elektra dug her own grave," I said with a triumphant smirk. "She made a serious mistake. A mistake that's going to cost her far more than just the Alpha position. This will be the end of her. Finally. I'm sick of that arrogant little brat walking around like she owns this place."

"Father... I'm not so sure," David muttered hesitantly. "She's the Alpha's daughter. He practically worships the ground she walks on."

Pathetic. He always was.

"Don't talk nonsense, David. Bartholomew isn't tied to anyone but himself. That man only cares about protecting his own hide." I glared at him, clenching my fists. "This is your only chance to become Alpha. And you're too blind to see it!"

He shifted nervously, as useless as ever. "I... I just don't think he'd ever do anything to hurt his own daughter. He loves her."

I let out a harsh laugh. "His own daughter? Don't make me laugh. Bartholomew has plenty of children—pure-blooded Black Shadow heirs. Yet he chooses her? That miasma?" I sneered. "The child of that pleb woman he paraded around as his Luna."

David blinked, confused. "Wait... what are you saying? Wasn't she the Luna? You told us that when we were kids."

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't pay attention to what I say when I'm angry."

"But, you just called the Luna a—"

"Shut up, you idiot!" I snapped, slamming my hand on the table. "Listen instead. All you need to know is that you must be ready. Understand?"

"Ready for what?" he asked, his voice trembling.

I let out a groan and turned my back to him. "Goddess above, why did you curse me with such a dull-witted son?" I muttered to myself. Then, louder: "Don't ask questions. Just stay quiet and do as I say. When the time comes, I will give the command. You only have to follow it."

And when that moment arrives—when Elektra falls—I will rule this pack through him. Every wolf, every Alpha, even Bartholomew himself, will kneel to me.

Even if I have to tear this pack apart to make it happen.

Elektra's pov:

I was in the Alpha's office, managing the usual pack affairs, when Roxanne suddenly burst in, visibly upset. It was the first time I'd seen her like this. Usually, she's calm, reserved, the kind of woman who keeps her feelings tightly under control.

"My child... what have you done?" she asked, her voice trembling with agony. It was clear she was deeply worried and struggling to hold herself together.

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her, bewildered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Is it true that you gave the prisoner a guest room in the pack house?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice steady.

"And that you intend to let him go free?" she pressed.

"That's also true."

Roxanne's face twisted in disbelief, and she raised her voice, something I hadn't heard from her in years. The last time she lost her temper like this was when I was twelve—when I'd gone off into the woods alone without permission, causing the entire pack to search for me. My father was furious, ready to punish me severely, until they finally found me. Thank Goddess for that.

I don't mind her outbursts; Roxanne has always been like a mother to me, and she has every right to speak to me as she wishes. But this time, her anger and fear caught me off guard. She's always been so composed and restrained—seeing her like this made me realize just how serious things had become.

"What's the problem, Roxanne?" I asked, trying to sound innocent even though I suspected why she was here.

"Elektra, you know your father won't approve of what you did. He'll punish you as soon as he finds out. You know the rules about trespassers."

"I don't care. It's time this pack changes. We're the only pack acting so hostile, and without cause. The Council has sent several complaints about how we treat rogues and trespassers over the years."

"Complaints your father ignored all this time without consequence," Roxanne reminded me.

"We won't always be so lucky. Things have to change—these old ways are obsolete and cruel."

"Don't you realize you just handed Jordan the perfect opportunity to steal your position as Alpha?"

"We'll see about that. Do you think I'm a fool?"

"And what will you do to justify yourself when the time comes?"

"I'll think of something."

"My girl, don't you realize your father will be furious? You must revoke your order immediately."

"No, I'm not." I stood and approached her. "I know you worry about me, but I can take care of myself."

"You're as stubborn as your mother. Nothing good will come from this. A direct conflict with your father won't end well. Believe me, I've seen it before. The past always returns. Oh, my Goddess, please protect us!" she begged.

"What do you mean by that?"

"This isn't the time or place. Please—revoke your decision!" Roxanne pleaded, worry etched deep on her face.

"Don't worry, nanny. Nothing's going to happen to me. I promise." I hugged her tight, and she returned it with affection.

"I really hope you know what you're doing," she said softly and left.

As she reached the door, I called out, "Roxanne, wait! There's something I need to ask you."

She turned back, eyes still filled with concern.

"Do you know anything about the Silver Dawn Pack?"

Her expression shifted—fear flickered in her eyes.

"Th-th-the Silver Dawn Pack?" she stammered.

"Yes. Why do you react like that?"

She took a shaky breath, locking eyes with me.

"Wh-who told you about this pack, my child?"

"It doesn't matter. I just want to know. I searched for them, but nothing came up."

"If your father finds out I'm telling you this, he'll punish me severely."

"Please, I need to know. I won't tell him, I promise. I've never shared anything with him."

She hesitated, weighing her options. Finally, she spoke:

"The Silver Dawn Pack was your mother's—and mine—old pack."

"What? Really? That's... wonderful!"

"No, it's not. Especially if your father finds out I told you. Talking about Silver Dawn is forbidden here." Her voice was firm and determined.

"But why?"

"I can't tell you yet."

"I swear I won't tell anyone. Please, I want to learn more about my mother's past."

"You will. When the time is right, you'll know everything—about your mother, her old pack, and their story. But not now. Not like this."

"Alright. I won't push."

"If you don't need anything else, I have work to do." She hurried out.

Roxanne's words left me with more questions than answers. It explained why I felt this strange connection with Alexander. Normally, I'm ruthless with rogues—but maybe it's my blood, my origins that stopped me from attacking him. After all, he is the Alpha of my mother's old pack.

But why does he have such power over me? Why did I follow his every command like a helpless schoolgirl? And why does my father never mention anything about my mother or her pack? What happened between the Black Shadow and Silver Dawn when my parents met? Why is all information about that pack wiped clean and forbidden to speak of?

What secrets are they hiding?

I hope I see Alexander again soon. Next time, I'm going to ask him everything.