Carodia is a country hidden on the globe. The rest of the world thinks it does not exist, but it does. It is very real. Carodia is a kingdom made up of wolf packs, co-existing on common ground. Wars happen. Misunderstandings have claimed many packs over the centuries, but this Kingdom is what the moon goddess has provided for us.
The maids are here again. It's been three days since my coronation and trouble looms near. I'm wearing battle clothes instead of a pretty gown to the throne room today. The red Valley pack is fighting a war and I am Luna. I must lead by example.
The doors of the throne room open for me and I walk inside, making all heads turn. I see the way Chase looks at me from his seat. His eyes rake over my attire. The pure leather pants and black corset top hug every curve in my body and my blonde hair I always have in a messy bun drapes over my shoulders.
His eyes fix on the way my small breasts perk up inside my top, but I ignore his scrutiny and make way to my throne. Séverin and his soldiers are before us. They are strategizing for the war about to happen.
Séverin says, "I have deployed wolves in every corner of our territory. The rogue and his army wouldn't be able to trespass."
Chase nods and he wants to speak when I roll right on. "Have you checked with the slaves today, Séverin?"
The pack's general appears confused. It takes seconds for him to regroup and respond. "Luna Marelyn, I-I am more focused on the defence against the threat coming for our pack."
I scoff, not because he was wrong to protect Red Valley from danger, but because I know what he did for Chase. In secret, Séverin released Ruby and has her kept in a private room only the Alpha knows about.
Chase knows everything. He is also aware it's his child Ruby's carrying. It pisses me off to think all of this was happening right under my nose and I knew nothing about it.
The meeting ends an hour later and Chase confronts me outside the throne room, behind the back door. He is fuming like war.
"What are you playing at, Mare?" He asks, and I curl the corners of my lips in a sinister smile.
For the past few days, I have had time to think about my situation. I can't cry anymore and I refuse to be weak.
"A different game."
He frowns at me. "What in the world are you talking about?"
"I want a son, Chase. A son who will be the heir to the Red Valley throne, not the child my sister is carrying. I will only keep quiet about your affair with Ruby, if you grant me that."
He spits. "Nice try, Mare, but I do not desire you. I will never sleep with you."
The little self-confidence I have mustered up for the morning vanishes, and I believe what he just said. Maybe I'm not desirable to anyone. If Chase does not see me as a woman, maybe no man will.
He steps into my personal space and his angry face shifts and reveals fangs and powerful red eyes.
"Don't you ever blackmail me again because if you do, I'll raid your pack, take all you have." He brushes the back of his palm down my cheek and I turn my face away. "And enslave you and your precious father."
"Charles will never let you do that!"
"The wolves of Red Valley are very opinionated, Mare. It will surprise you. My father stands no chance against me, so you better choose wisely."
He leaves and I try to steady my beating heart. I'm nursing a broken heart all over again.
At night, nothing happens. Sleep falls over the Red Valley pack's territory and not a single soul is on guard. We've waited all day for the threat, but the day's over now and everyone has retired to their tents.
I'm in my room, lying on my bed. I know the room across from me is empty because Chase sleeps with Ruby in her private room every night. My heart doesn't wish to rest and so, when chaos erupts outside, I'm wide awake to hear it happen.
I can hear wolves growling and the voices screaming in agony. I shoot up from my bed immediately, but as I'm about to jump down, a hand captures my neck. A needle pierces through my nape's skin next, and pain blurs my vision. It explodes behind my lids as I scream. My fangs open up and my eyes blaze yellow.
Wolf's bane. But then there's something else mixed with the liquid being injected into my body. It's a sedative and my wolf can't fight it. I see the darkly handsome face before my world goes black.
Someone has kidnapped me.
My eyes crack open, and I find myself inside a room I've never seen before. It's fancy, with paintings on its walls, two sofas and a centre table, and the bed at the head of the room. I raise my eyes to the ceiling and I see the chains binding my wrists to the loops on it. Fear grips me again. I remember my last moments at Red Valley and I begin to struggle. Chase was far away. My father and my people can not help me now. I don't even know where I am—Immediately, my ears catch the sloshing sound of sea waves and breaking tides. The wheels in my head turn like fiery chariots. I'm currently at sea and my captors aren't planning on keeping me in Carodia. They are taking me out of it. But it's not only my captors that I fear. It is the waters we cross now that make me antsy. I struggle until I'm wet with sweat and feel the little energy in my bones leave me. "Do not fight it." I hear the low-pitched, deep voice as footsteps bound down the short stairs leading to where I am. A man in a
Zeke is gone. He disappears up the stairs and the beta brings me to a group settled on sofa sets lining the deck railings. I hear people laughing ahead. It's a party down there and I'm wondering why the rogue has gone in the opposite direction. As I walk, I take in my surroundings, gauging their numbers and trying to understand just what it would take for an escape. I am out of those horrible chains now and I'm not planning on returning. My eyes scan the endless blues around me. We are at sea, and I can tell just how far gone this sailing boat is. Daybreak is near. I can taste the impending sunset in the air. We've sailed for five hours, which means we've claimed half of the journey's worth. I know all of this because before the mark and before my destiny changed; I had taken an interest in Raven studies. "The name's Jai-Blynn." The beta officially introduces himself to me. He does so right before the group of five now focused on us. "Mar—" I start, thinking it is the right thing t
A pound of slimy flesh slaps down on the deck, and I dodge by a near miss. The boat rocks violently as the tentacles seize every corner. We are going down and the world around me goes blur. I can't find my strength. I'm losing blood just as the rogue had predicted and the worst part is I can't heal. The crew shifts into battle mode. Everyone's fangs and claws are out in defence, but my wolf is buried underneath the surface and weak. I struggle to crawl away from the edge and find safety as chaos plays out. I hear screams, but it's a fair fight. It reaches a point where I cannot even see what is ahead. Now I'm at the entrance to the deckhouse, steadying myself on the wall. Drusila yells from behind me and a hand reaches out suddenly and shoves me out of the way. I stumble and fall. There's a piercing pain in my head as my skull collides with the floor of the deck. It's stinging my ears too, and the world slows. The war around me finds its voice. I roll over onto my back, breathing he
Drusila comes many hours later, and she looks different. I do not know how long I've stayed in this dark room, but I survived. My wolf did not desert me as Jai-Blynn expected, and I can't wait to throw it in his face. The old lady opens the cage and sets me free. I was shivering with fear when she found me. The dark is somewhere I dislike, even with my wolf's vision because a part of my history is dark enough to suffice. Since I woke up here, Drusila is the only one who's shown me kindness, so I save the bite of my tongue for those who need it. The fabric of her clothes is different now. She's dressed in a finely cut purple maxi skirt and jacket. Her age doesn't deceive me as it did when I first saw her in that tunic and knee-length boots. "We've reached land." I strain my ears, but I do not hear birds chirping. "How long has it been?" I ask as she leads me through a narrow passage I'm not familiar with. "Fourteen hours." Drusila stops before a small door and turns to me. "You ca
"Leave us." His deep voice demands, and Drusila obeys. He walks past me after that and I don't know where my mind is, thinking he would've helped me up. I stand on my own and turn to him with my hands crossed over my chest. Zeke's staff is not with him, and you can only tell his need for one if only you look closely. He's dressed casually in a grey cotton jacket and a black button-down shirt and pants. His brown hair looks different and longer. It's curled at his nape. He says unexpectedly, "Must be nice being a bloodline silver wolf. You heal faster than we all do." I'm lost for a moment, then I access my body and sight the bruise on my ankle. It's clearing up like magic and in a second, it doesn't hurt anymore. I spare a tight-lipped smile. "Yes, but it must be nice as well. You're a waterlink. A legacy. Now that was a shocker." Zeke rolls his gaze over his feet, bobbing his head. He juts his chin as he says, "We need to talk." I avert my eyes, looking anywhere else but at him
After the plane ride, Drusila hands me a pair of sunglasses and I don't understand what they are for until we leave the airport. Throngs of people rush towards us in this cold late afternoon. They're all asking questions and flashing their cameras our way. The lights blind me even with the dark glasses covering my eyes, and no one but me seems affected by it. Jai-Blynn is in a single-breasted suit, leading Zeke ahead, who's also wearing shades. Drusila falls in step with me and I can tell this is a normal occurrence for all of them. Zeke suddenly stops at the hearing of a particular question. "Is the owner of Vanver studios willing to try again?" The lady repeats, holding out her mic. She's tall and classy in a black suit jacket and tailored pants. Zeke takes off his shades and doesn't even break a smile, but his expression is far from a grimace. "Only time will tell, Maggie," he says. They murmur at his vague answer. After Zeke throws the reporters off balance, he continues o
He holds out the dagger for me, and I eye it sceptically for a minute. He hangs his hand, waiting for me to see that my thoughts do not matter and regardless, I will still sign it as he has ordered. I take the dagger and cut my palm. Before it can heal up, I dip my thumb in the lump of blood that has formed over it. The torn skin heals immediately, just as I stamp my thumb on the spot Jai-Blynn shows me. It creates a gleaming silver mark in its wake. Zeke picks the seal and signs it off after me. The beta leaves us again, carrying the dagger with him. "What do you do?" I ask suddenly, cleaning off the smear of blood with a tissue. He says unconsciously, "I'm the people's favourite, Marelyn. I make films and star in them." "You must have enemies?" I don't know why that comes out next, but I'm genuinely curious to know what I am getting myself into. He said I've not even come close to seeing what his life looks like and I want to be sure it's not what I think it is. He checks the ti
I swear I hear her sniffle before she looks away. Drusila stands abruptly and changes the subject. "Enough of the past. It's late and dinner's getting cold. We've travelled for so long that I really miss my pillow." I smile faintly at that, but it's on a line between a grimace and a wince. I can't forget the horrible image painted in my head, and I'm afraid I'll look at Zeke differently from now on. But I mentally smack myself in the cheek. Trust isn't blind. I can't let empathy go against my better judgement. I inform her. "I'm not hungry, but I'll like to be alone now." Drusila looks like she doesn't approve of my response, but she doesn't scold me. She leaves quietly and closes the door behind her. I'm alone in my room now and my eyes feel heavy. I yawn and stretch my hands over my head. The dresser is far away but I must change out of these clothes, even though I'm exhausted. I walk over to the table and pull down the front zip of the jumpsuit. It's down halfway, giving off a
I'm standing at the window edge of a hallway in the fortress. Everyone that passes greets their Alpha with a bow. Today is the exertion of the verdict I passed over all those involved in my mother's death. I took her skull down from where it was hung and finally gave her a befitting burial. Chantria Van Acker, after being tried for my mother's death and King Nikolai's death, was sentenced to death. Her execution is today, and Zane doesn't try to stop it. I knew he went to see her one last time at the dungeons last night, but she's his mother. Will that ever be enough? Hours later, Aiden hands me a platter. I open it and find Chantrias head. The last thing I can do for my mother is to replace her skull with that of the person who put her there. I tell him where to leave the human head until it decomposes, and only a skull is left. My brother stops by to see me in my chambers that evening. He doesn't seem angry that I had given the order for her death. She had killed Father, too. It
ZEKE Again, fire and water will stand against each other. I don't know what the outcome of this fight will be. In my head, I know what I want, but I can't tell exactly what my brother is thinking. It was his idea to do this. I'm not so sure why I even agreed. Revenge doesn't matter anymore. Once I looked into my daughter's eyes, all the pain I felt melted away. I healed. Mare couldn't let go of me all through the night. She was stuck to me like glue because she feared this moment. She feared losing me. My life is finally coming together. I fear losing it, too. The arena roars wild. The entire wolf lands are watching King Nikolai's sons make history. I'm already a record breaker, and he's their king. This fight will have them all at the edge of their seats. The gong goes off and shirtless as we are, dressed in nothing but shorts we fight to the death. I cast an illusion of a cloud over his head, and constant rain falls on only him in the arena. Zane is furious that I'm drenching
KYRA I'm storming into his chambers in Moon Wood's fortress. I just learnt the news of a battle between legacies. There are only two legacies I know apart from evil Jai-Blynn. All of Carodia believes the king has gone mad for wanting to fight his brother, who took down an entire pack and turned them to dust. Zeke Van Acker has gained a name for himself in the city, but that is still far from my point. How could he do this to me? We talked the second our boat arrived at the harbour. Actually, we did less talking and more physical activities for the first few hours after meeting again. I was so sure Marelyn and I made the right choice after spending time with him again. My wolf couldn't stop pining for him, but it seems I'm the only one who felt that way. How could he do this us? Zane says after I barge in, "I know you are angry. Kyra, calm down—I can't believe they just let you walk through easily." "It's not news to anyone, including your other mates, that we are together, Zane.
"That child and I can't exist at the same time on this earth, Mare." "Why, Jai?" I frown, calculating the distance with my eyes. I make a jump for it and shield Kinna from his attack with my body. Summoning my powers, I struggle to get a hold of his mind, but the calibre of power coming out of him is not to be underestimated. Now I realise he wasn't kidding back then in that warehouse. "Your little bloodline powers won't work on me. But Mare, you are no longer my concern. Give me your champion, and you can walk away from this alive." I'm shocked that he's willing to bargain. There's something he knows that none of us do. Something that makes this moment more important to him than ever. I scream hard. "Never!" The force of my voice hits him, but he only staggers back by a step, and I had really mustered up strength with that move. How powerful is he really? "Angering me will only make the terms worse, Marelyn!" "You can kill me, but not my child, Jai. I will never let you touc
ZEKE A Day Earlier... I'm standing in front of the mirror, feeling for my now thick beards. It's a new look I've been sporting. Just yesterday, the action series I starred in aired, and the viewing ratings were through the roof. It's a hit. I've always had blockbusters where I starred as the villain, but never have I been portrayed from a protagonist's point of view in one of them. It's unreal. What's also unreal is what tomorrow is. I know Marelyn is due tomorrow. My chest tightens like every other time I've stared at the date or thought about it. I've been distant. I never showed up for our daughter, but it all got to a point where I considered myself unworthy of being in their lives. She may be happy in Carodia with her date from before. Maybe it fleshed into something more. I can't tell, but it's been bugging me at the back of my mind for months. Scarlett helped me understand what those random slip-ups meant over time. Everything is clear to me now. I stare at my reflection
I don't realise that the doorknob has come off. I stare at the piece in my hand. It broke off, but my mind is fixed on their conversation. She's dating now. It's been just two weeks, and she promised that wasn't goodbye. My jaw clenches impossibly in anger. Finding a new path. Bullshit! I block out their voices and lock myself in my study. I throw my head back over the headrest of the desk chair, blowing out my cheeks. So far, the day has been terrible. I'm nervous. I want to storm into Carodia the next second and restructure the idiot fling's face. She's mine. She's fucking mine! The broken doorknob sits on my desk because I don't know what to do with it yet. Suddenly, my mind is made up. I stand on my feet and head to my bedroom. I open my suitcase on my bed, swiping clothes off the rack in the walk-in closet and dropping them inside it. It's easy not to overthink it. But soon, there's a knock on the open door, calling my attention. Scarlett is holding the broken doorknob, eyein
I've been showing up for appointments with the pack doctor at Blue Silver for the past two weeks since I arrived. He's not who I used to know, and his name is Xavier Scythe. When Ava refused to take me in because of our last encounter, Xavier showed Kyra and I a roof over our head. He is also the next catch as Kyra put it. She wants me to take on his advances and use him to forget all about Zeke. I try. I actually put in effort. He knocks at my door and I open it with a bright smile on my face. "Xavier, how are you?" His hands are locked behind him as he says, "I'm good. How are you?" Xavier runs a nervous hand over his sleeked back long black hair. It's tied up because of how impressively long his hair is. Xavier is a real catch. He's tall and looks hard all over, like a man should, but I don't get that spark from looking at him or anyone else that's not Zeke. Maybe Kyra is right. My world does revolve around only him. "The Blue Silver carnival is coming up. Would you like a p
MARE I see how worried he is. I'm not saying he shouldn't be, but it's another cold truth. She's his forever. I'm the intruder, and I have no place here. We are at the hospital. Scarlett lost her wolf. She's like a human, so I guess that's why we are all concerned because she can't heal. Kyra says, "How can she do this? Overdosing because she wants attention. Jeez." "We don't know that." Drusila chips in from across the waiting room. We are the only ones here at the moment, but it's a hospital people can arrive at any time. Unfortunately, Kyra seems pissed about spending her night here. Zeke is with the doctor. "I'm going to grab a snack." I stand on my feet without glancing at any of them. They still remember how I just cried my eyes out because Zeke made his choice. Now I'm sitting here watching him care for someone else like I wish was only just for me. It's still pure torture. Kyra joins me at the vending machine. I get a chocolate bar while she gets a bag of cheetos. At
************************** My eyes crack open. Daylight shines into my room, but I'm still stuck in last night's pack gathering. Zeke wanted a son who would challenge Zane's throne. A female Alpha will never be accepted to lead Carodia. I'm sad for other reasons than Scarlett. My happy ending keeps drifting far and far away. I wonder if he's angry with me. If this will change everything. Maybe he will finally realise that he won't gain anything from me because I can't even give him a proper heir. I will love our daughter with everything in me because she's a product of our great love. I take a shower, anxious about joining the rest downstairs. Will they see me as a failure? I couldn't protect the first heir, and now I've given them a child they can't accept. A while later, I cross Kyra and Aiden in the hallway, just above the stairs. She spares a broad smile, looking over her shoulder at me. "Hey, Mare! I can't wait to meet our princess."