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During Nicholae’s Raid……….. “She’s gone.” Raven blurts. I slowly turn, still with the bastard’s throat in my grip. “What did you say?” I whisper. My voice is unusually calm. The only indication of my rage is the hand squeezing so tightly on Michael's throat that he has lost consciousness. I drop the pathetic pile of useless meat on the ground. He doesn't get to die yet. My attention centers back on the scout who came to give me the news. “You were saying?” I arch an eyebrow upwards. Raven shifts her weight from one foot to the other, stammering and stumbling over his words. “T-the Luna, My King. S-she's missing. My expression is devoid of any expression, my voice still in that dangerously low whisper that causes my soliders to stop and stare. They know this is the calm before the storm. Orion is snarling within me, fighting to get out, my control is fraying but I hold on to it through sheer force of will. “Explain.” The word comes out as a forced growl. “When someone we

One week before Serena's Capture……Nicholae's POV As an Alpha, I pride myself on being in control at all times. It's simply in my nature. But then, everything concerning my Mea Lunaria has never involved control. All those centuries ago, she was a wild thing, testing my patience with defiant acts that would have gotten anyone else killed on the spot. This version of her however, is a mystery to me but she doesn't make me act any less crazy. Moreso, it feels like my feelings for her have grown, have become much more intense and volatile than what I ever felt. Could it be that I want to protect her more because she is an Omega? Or because of the terrible things she suffered? When I first brought her to the pack, I was mad with anger and anxious with worry. She was so frail, her body broken and bruised all over. I am seated on a tree trunk at the training grounds. My warriors give me a wide berth for fear that I would beat then up as I have been doing these past few weeks. Feelin

Daphne's POV "Serena!" He roars. I am shocked. This is the first time he has called me by my name. This can't be real. I put my head back down. Did I want to be rescued so much that I imagined him? Am I imagining things? He lets out a strangled sound deep in his throat that causes me to lift my head up again. He is chest is rising and falling rapidly. “Where are you?!” He roars. His eyes dart around the room until they land on me. He lets out another strangled, tortured sound, taking in the bruises on my body and my twisted ankle. I can't tell whether he is the one in control or Orion. The torch he is holding in his hands lights up the room, putting his face in harsh lines as the shadows dance across them. “What have they done?” He whispers. Something untamed passes through his eyes. His face is set in a harsh line With the torch still in hand, he picks me up with one hand and cradles me too his chest, holding me tightly like I could disappear at any moment. In that

Serena's POV “Let me out!” I bang on the solid metal door for what seems like the hundredeth time already but there is no response. I lean against the door, sinking down slowly to the ground, and hold my head in both hands. It's either they can't hear me or they're just choosing to ignore me. I suspect the latter since vampires have excellent hearing equal to that of vampires. The room is dark, like a cellar or a basement with rough, uncut walls. I am not sure, but I think we are at the base of the mountain. It seemed like we were underground when they brought me here, blindfolded. Water drips steadily from the roof. There's a straw bed placed in the corner of the room like I'm lifestock. My body aches for lying so close to the ground and the room is unbearably cold though it's nothing I'm not used to. I would say my short moment in comfort has made me compliant. My body is quick to forget the difficulties it has been through. Although, I suppose I should be grateful fo

Nicholae's POV “Progress report.” The scout I sent stands at attention at the doorway.“At ease solider.” I wave him in hurriedly.“What do you have to report?” I am bent over the map of the Black Moon Pack territory spread out on the table with four of my captains in the hotel room of a nearby town a few miles from the pack.“As we suspected, they are trafficking in shifters. A large number of young female shifters came in last night. I suspect some of them were brought in from other countries.” At his words the entire room goes silent.He continues, “the captives are sold to mostly the fae and vampires. Most of those who are captured seem to have special abilities.” That would explain why the border seemed so unguarded when we came the last time. Amongst shifters, the greatest gift that one could have is freedom. Although due to the nature of various castes, there are always problems of equality but it is considered almost taboo to deprive a shifter if their freedom.There's some

Serena's POV“What do you mean by that?” I question. More importantly, why do I care? “Ever since I met Alpha Nicholae, he has always been the unchanging, unbreakable, unmovable King. The Alpha of Alphas.” There is a hint of almost adoration in his voice. “He took this place from a desolate wasteland home to rogues and vampires and turned it into a Kingdom. No, an empire.”“He took me in and many others and saved us from ourselves, he brought us from the brink of destruction“The only thing time that he ever seems vulnerable or less than himself is when he talks about this mate. The stories he tells of her is that of a proud, warrior shifter who is worthy to be called queen.” He pins me down with a look of disgust. “That is not you.” I feel my heart sink into my stomach. My mouth feels dry. I want to get to know this great leader that Logan is talking about but that is impossible because he is not my mate. I gasp. In the first place, why do I want to get to know him better. That