The faint hum of a hairdryer filled the lavish dressing room as Erika sat before the mirror, her reflection a picture of serenity that belied the flutter of nerves beneath her composed exterior. The hairdresser worked deftly, sweeping her dark locks into an elegant updo accented with delicate silver pins shaped like crescent moons. Dunia stood behind her, hands clasped in front of her, her sharp eyes appraising every detail.
“You must stand beside your alpha at all times,” Dunia said, her voice calm but firm. “When he walks, follow two paces behind. It’s the standard.” She leaned closer, her gaze meeting Erika’s in the mirror. “I trust Mathilda drilled this into you, but I don’t take chances.”
“Yes, Mother Luna. I’ll remember.” Erika smiled faintly.
“You’ll do more than remember,” Dunia corrected with a sly arch of her brow. “You’ll embody it. Grace, composure, and elegance at all times. They’ll be watching for cracks, my dear. Don’t give them any.”
Erika inclined her head. “I shall be at my very best.”
Dunia’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Good. You may have survived Mathilda, but The Board is an entirely different beast. Tonight, you represent House Di Rocco. Make them see why Diego chose you.”
Erika swallowed hard, though she kept her expression neutral. Chose me? The irony was sharp, given the reality of their arranged mating. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the gown she had on—a deep sapphire masterpiece that shimmered under the light, tailored to perfection.
As the hairdresser stepped back, Dunia moved to adjust Erika’s necklace, a delicate piece of platinum and moonstone. “This will do,” she said at last. “Now, let’s see if Diego finds you as presentable as I do.”
Erika descended the grand staircase, her gown trailing behind her like liquid starlight. She felt the weight of every step, aware that Diego was waiting at the bottom, his presence a magnetic pull she couldn’t ignore.
When she reached the foyer, her breath hitched. Diego stood by the door, dressed in an all-black ensemble that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding stature. A long coat hung off him with effortless elegance, and his dark eyes, framed by the glow of the chandelier, were fixed on her.
For a moment, neither spoke. His gaze roved over her, lingering on the delicate curve of her neck where the moonstone necklace rested, and then dropped to the way the gown hugged her figure. Erika felt heat rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, though she held her chin high.
Diego’s lips twitched, almost imperceptibly, before he extended his arm. “You look… acceptable,” he said, his voice even, though the flicker in his eyes betrayed something deeper.
Erika smothered the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m glad I meet your standards, Alpha.” She placed her hand lightly on his offered arm. His warmth seeped through the fabric of his coat, unsettling her resolve.
As Hugo opened the mansion doors, the cool evening air rushed in, but the tension between them remained electric.
The Arcadium rose like a polished onyx beacon at the heart of Arco City, its gleaming spires catching the late afternoon sun. Erika stared out the car window, the towering structure growing larger as they approached. Dunia's earlier pointers played over in her mind: stand beside him, two steps behind when he walks, and speak little or not at all.
The rigid expectations settled like an iron weight on her chest. She glanced at Diego beside her, his profile sharp and unreadable, and wondered if he felt even a fraction of the pressure she did.
“Relax… they don’t bite,” Diego said without looking at her, breaking the tense silence. A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. “How’s your shoulder, by the way?”
“It’s healing nicely, thanks.” She folded her hands in her lap, avoiding his gaze.
He cleared his throat. “My mother seems to like you, huh?”
Erika blinked. “She told you that?”
Diego’s jaw tightened. “Just so you know, it changes nothing. My mother has no influence on me, whatsoever.”
The defensiveness in his tone baffled her. She gave a small nod. “Of course.”
The grandeur of the Arcadium had Erika in silent awe, though she kept her composure.
By Diego’s side, she felt the weight of expectations multiply, amplified by the hushed whispers and lingering stares of other Lycans as they entered.
The place was magnificent—vaulted ceilings adorned with intricate murals depicting Lycan history, polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of gilded chandeliers, and a grand staircase sweeping upward like a work of art.
Diego kept his arm firmly linked with hers, guiding her through the throng of well-dressed attendees. Erika felt the weight of countless eyes on her. As they stopped to greet other guests, she kept her head high and her movements graceful, nodding politely as Diego handled the conversation.
“Congratulations on the mating, Alpha Diego,” an older Lycan said, bowing slightly. “Your Luna is radiant.”
“Thank you,” Diego replied smoothly, casting a brief glance at Erika, who offered a demure smile.
The guests' attention to Diego struck Erika as curious. He moved through the crowd with an air of command, his presence magnetic. People bowed to him—alphas, even some members of The Board. It raised questions she dared not voice.
Diego guided her through the throng of Alphas and Lunas with practiced ease, introducing her only when necessary. Erika noticed the warmth in his voice when he spoke to others, a stark contrast to the cool detachment he reserved for her.
Yet, he didn’t let her drift too far. His hand often hovered near the small of her back, a silent claim that was both protective and possessive.
As Diego mingled, Erika observed him from the corner of her eye. He was effortlessly charming, his deep voice commanding attention, his laughter drawing smiles. Despite his aloofness toward her, she couldn’t deny the pull he exerted, an enigmatic force that made it impossible to look away.
She wondered if he felt the same tension, or if his guarded demeanor was a shield too impenetrable to let anything through. But then there were fleeting moments—a brush of his hand against hers as he reached for a glass, the way his gaze softened when he thought she wasn’t looking—that hinted at something unspoken.
The grand hall was a spectacle of opulence. Circular tables were draped in silk, adorned with crystal candelabras and floral arrangements. Erika took her seat beside Diego at one of the prominent tables near the stage, where high-ranking officials of The Board sat with regal poise. The Board’s insignia, a black-and-silver hexagram interlacing with an ankh, hung prominently behind the podium.
As the speakers began their addresses, Erika listened intently, soaking in the discussions. Mentions of rogue bands disrupting peace, scandals involving Lycans in human cities, and whispers of political maneuvers painted a vivid picture of their world.
“You’re too serious,” Diego murmured, leaning closer. His breath tickled her ear. “Don’t worry, this will be over soon.”
“I find it interesting,” Erika replied softly. “Even if I don’t understand everything yet.”
Diego chuckled, amused. “Well, that makes one of us.”
The way he said it—low, almost intimate—stirred something in her, a flicker of hope that perhaps the chasm between them wasn’t entirely unbridgeable.
When the program concluded, Erika thought they would finally leave, but a man in uniform approached Diego, whispering something that made his jaw tighten.
“The Alpha King wants a word with me,” Diego said, his tone unreadable.
Erika’s pulse quickened. “Should I come with you? Or shall I wait here?”
“Wherever I go, you must be there too. Let’s go.”
They crossed the room, parting the sea of alphas and Lunas as the King’s guard led them to the far end of the hall. A crowd had gathered around a central table, but as they approached, the King’s guard cleared the way.
“Ah… Alpha Diego,” the Alpha King said, his deep voice commanding attention. He rose from his chair, extending a hand. “Come, sit with me for a while, and introduce me to your new Luna.”
Diego shook his hand firmly. “Your Highness, may I present Erika Di Rocco.”
Erika curtsied gracefully. “Your Highness,” she said, lowering her gaze.
The King studied her for a moment, his expression inscrutable. “Well, I give you both my best wishes,” he said at last, his tone tinged with irony.
As Diego and the King spoke about The Board’s affairs, Erika listened quietly, piecing together fragments of their conversation. Terms like “rogue purges” and “alliances” hinted at the complexities of Lycan politics.
Then the King turned to her. “I’d like to pick your brains a bit, Luna,” he said, his gaze sharp and probing.
Erika’s breath caught. She glanced at Diego, whose expression darkened.
“I’m sure you’ve heard about these bands of rogues disrupting the peace everywhere,” the King said. “What do you think we must do about them? How do we get rid of them?”
Diego interjected quickly. “Your Highness, I think—”
The King raised a hand, silencing him. “I’m talking to her.” He looked back at Erika expectantly.
Her mouth felt dry, but she forced herself to speak. “Majesty… the rogues… I think they deserve to be heard.”
The King raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“Behind every motive, whether good or bad, is a need. If we can understand their grievances, perhaps we can find a way to address them without bloodshed. Open communication might be a crucial first step.”
The King leaned back, stroking his beard. “Interesting… You’re the first to offer such a perspective.”
Diego bristled. “Your Highness, forgive me. My Luna is inexperienced in matters of governance. She—”
“That’s why I wanted to hear her,” the King interrupted, a smile playing on his lips. “And I must say, Diego, you’re a lucky man. You have a Luna with a sharp mind and the courage to speak it.”
Erika’s cheeks flushed, unsure whether to feel complimented or chastised.
“Curious, though… Killian’s words… mere words on a piece of parchment,” the King added cryptically, “there may be some truth to them after all.”
Diego’s expression tightened. “We should take our leave now, Your Highness.”
“Of course,” the King said with a wave of his hand. “Go on, then.”
By the time they left the King’s table, Erika felt a mix of triumph and trepidation. The King’s praise had left her both emboldened and wary. She had earned his attention, but she wasn’t sure yet if it was too good for her own good.
On the drive back to the mansion, Erika couldn’t shake the memory of the King’s cryptic words—or the way Diego had looked at her, first with surprise, then with a flicker of pride he quickly masked.
Diego broke the silence. “You did well tonight.”
Erika glanced at him, startled by the rare compliment. “Thank you.”
He hesitated, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee. “Just… don’t get too comfortable with the King’s approval. It’s a fickle thing.”
Erika said nothing more, but the encounter with the Alpha King left her with more questions than answers—and an unshakable sense that she had stepped into a game far larger than herself.
The grand doors of the mansion shut behind them with a soft thud, muffling the distant sounds of the city. Diego strode ahead, shrugging off his coat with a swift motion and handing it to Hugo without sparing a glance at Erika.“Prepare my bath,” Diego instructed curtly, his voice low but firm. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his brow, and he tugged at the collar of his shirt as though the air itself were too thick.He turned halfway, his eyes briefly flicking in Erika’s direction—but not to meet her gaze. “Have a good night, Luna,” he said in a tone that carried no warmth. Before she could respond, he was already heading toward the hallway leading to his chambers, his long strides echoing against the polished floors.Erika stood motionless for a moment, watching his retreating back. Her chest ached, but she forced herself to breathe evenly. It’s nothing new, she told herself. He’s always like this. Detached. Indifferent.Hugo turned to her with a polite bow. “Shall I escort you t
A week had passed since the event at the Arcadium, and the moon had waned to a faint silver crescent. Erika mostly stayed confined to her chambers, seeking solace in the volumes she borrowed from the library. Her days were spent studying centuries of Di Rocco family history, a tapestry woven with tales of power, tragedy, and triumph. The faces from the portraits lining the mansion’s walls were no longer strangers. She now knew them as the alphas and lunas who had built the stronghold Diego ruled today.This morning, Erika’s fingers trailed the edges of a journal detailing the untimely death of Alpha Giorgio, Diego’s father. Giorgio had perished alongside his pack during a leisure hunt in the Gray Mountains. Official reports attributed the deaths to a freak encounter with wild boars, but whispers in the journal hinted at something far graver—a rogue ambush. The tragedy had shaken Valentia and devastated the Di Rocco clan, leaving a thirteen-year-old Diego to inherit the mantle of alpha
The following morning, Erika found herself standing on the porch of the Pack House, the warm sunlight glinting off the shield above the doorway. Today marked the beginning of her immersion into pack life. She had spent the night replaying the breakfast conversation, mulling over Diego’s sharp words and the pack’s hostile stance on rogues. Her resolve to understand this new world had only deepened.Inside, the pack bustled with activity. The scent of coffee and freshly baked bread mingled with the earthy aroma of pinewood. Diego had summoned her to observe their morning meeting, a routine gathering where issues were discussed, plans made, and decisions finalized. It was Erika’s first glimpse into the mechanics of pack life beyond Diego’s terse explanations.She stepped into the lounge, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor. All eyes turned to her as Diego rose from his seat at the head of the room.“Luna Erika,” he said, gesturing for her to sit. “We’re honored by your presence.
The Pack House training grounds were a world of their own. Nestled in a clearing surrounded by towering pine trees, the area was alive with the energy of young Valentians sharpening their skills. The air carried the sharp tang of sweat and the faint rustle of wind moving through the trees. Sunlight dappled the ground, highlighting the intricate obstacle course stretching across the clearing—wooden beams for balance, suspended ropes for climbing, and a pit of mud for endurance challenges. Wooden dummies lined one side of the grounds, their battered forms evidence of countless sparring sessions. At the far end, a makeshift arena of packed earth awaited those ready to prove their mettle in combat.Erika’s breath caught as she took in the scene. Diego stood beside her, his arms crossed as he surveyed his pack with a mixture of pride and scrutiny. Alessandro and Lucia were at the center of the action, their voices carrying over the din as they barked instructions to the gathered members.“
The morning sun streamed through the grand windows of the Pack House meeting hall, casting long beams across the polished wooden table. The scent of coffee and parchment mingled in the air as Pippo adjusted his glasses, his demeanor calm and measured. Erika sat to his right, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap, determined to make a good impression.“The town council is concerned about the increased rogue sightings,” said one of the human officials, a stout man with graying hair. “They’re demanding reassurances that the Lycans can keep the peace.”Pippo nodded, his tone professional. “We’ve already increased patrols near the forest borders. Our efforts have prevented any breaches.”Erika, sensing an opportunity to contribute, leaned forward. “What if we collaborated more directly with the human authorities? Joint patrols could build trust and improve coordination.”The room fell sile
The sun had barely begun to rise, casting faint streaks of orange and pink across the horizon. Erika tightened the laces of her training shoes, her breath clouding in the crisp morning air. Her heart thudded in a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Today was the beginning of something new—her first day of combat training with Alessandro.She kept her outfit simple: a fitted tank top, leggings, a light jacket, and sturdy running shoes. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, out of the way but still cascading down her back like a silken banner. As she stepped out of the mansion’s grand doorway, the quiet crunch of her footsteps on the gravel echoed faintly in the stillness.“You’re up early, Erika.” The familiar voice made her pause mid-step. She turned to see Dunia standing in the shadow of the entryway, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern.“Good morning, Mother Luna,” Erika said with a polite nod. “I&rs
Erika stood by the vanity in her chamber, toweling her damp hair as golden rays of morning sunlight spilled through the windows. Her muscles ached from the previous day’s training, a satisfying soreness that reminded her of progress. Yet her mind buzzed with thoughts of the lessons ahead with Alessandro.She slid the sleeve off her shoulder, and traced the bruises with her fingers. The dark purple marks made her proud. If only it took longer to heal. Because by tomorrow, it will all be gone.If this is only the beginning, what will advanced lessons bring? she wondered, her lips curving in a small smile. Despite the challenges, she felt a flicker of excitement for what lay ahead.A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her musings. Setting the towel aside, Erika crossed the room and opened the door to find Dunia standing there, her expression unreadable. The older woman’s sharp eyes scanned Erika, noting the casual tunic and trousers she wo
Erika had gone through a rigorous week of advanced drills with Alessandro, and today, she must pass the final test.She stood at the edge of the training grounds, her breath curling in the crisp air as she surveyed the lush forest before her. The obstacle course lay beyond the tree line and stretched into the wooded hills, its beginning deceptively straightforward— but Alessandro’s briefing made it clear— looks were deceiving.Alessandro stood beside her, his demeanor serious but encouraging. “Remember,” he said, his voice steady, “this isn’t about how fast you complete it. It’s about strategy, endurance, and your ability to think on your feet. The path isn’t straight or obvious. You’ll need to find the markers to guide you.”Erika nodded, her hands curling into fists at her sides. Her body still hummed with soreness from days of grueling training, but she pushed the discomfort aside.
The night was a cloak of darkness as Diego’s group pressed toward the palace gates. Cloaked in heavy, dark fabrics that hid their gleaming armor and weapons, Diego led his pack through the throng of angry citizens gathering outside the Citadel. The crowd’s chant—“We want justice! No more deaths! We want justice!”—swept around them like a rising tide, a volatile mixture of hope and rage.As they moved with practiced stealth, Diego’s sharp eyes caught movement among the people. Emerging from the crowd, a familiar face stepped forward— Tristan. His expression was a mix of concern and disbelief, and he glanced around nervously.“Diego! What are you doing here, man?”He leaned in close, ensuring no one else overheard. “It’s brave of you to show up, but it’s not wise. You must get out of here before the guards see you.”Diego’s jaw tightened. His voice dropped to
Back at the safe house—a dilapidated stone building hidden deep within the forest—Diego and his pack finally found a moment of respite. The adrenaline of the Citadel assault still pulsed in their veins, and exhaustion mingled with the bitter taste of blood and uncertainty. In a sparsely lit common room, the survivors huddled around a scarred wooden table, patches of moonlight seeping through the narrow windows.Diego sat heavily in a rickety chair, his mind a jumble of victorious flashes and looming dread. He rubbed a hand over his bruised face, trying to reconcile the chaos of the previous night with the silent calm that now enveloped them.Alessandro broke the heavy silence, his voice low and resolute. “Alpha, we did what we could. But this was only the first blow.”Diego’s eyes flicked over the faces of his pack—Pippo’s steady gaze, Aristide’s determined frown, Sofia’s quiet assurance, and Lucia’s al
Across the sprawling city, the revelation of damning evidence displayed on every screen sent shockwaves through the hearts of Lycans and humans alike. In bustling marketplaces, somber faces turned toward flickering displays, while loyalists of The Board exchanged horrified glances as records of corruption, bribery, and clandestine orders—painfully detailed in ink and parchment—unfurled before them.Deep within the inner sanctum of The Board’s Citadel, chaos reigned. In a vast council chamber adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded accents, high-ranking officials scrambled in frantic whispers and hurried footsteps. The polished marble floor, once a symbol of order and power, now echoed with the panicked clatter of advisors desperate to scrub away the truth.At the head of the chamber, seated upon an imposing throne of darkened iron and gold, the Lycan King glared at a massive screen where the evidence continued to scroll relentlessly. His eyes, burn
The evidence lay before them— a damning collection of ledgers, secret communications, and unspeakable transactions that painted The Board as the true architects of their oppression. For weeks after escaping Blackthorn, sleepless hours had been spent poring over these documents. Now, as dawn broke over the Citadel, the weight of truth charged the air like electricity.In a concealed antechamber near the Citadel’s heart— a labyrinth of twisting corridors and shadowed betrayals—the group gathered around a battered wooden table. Malrik presided over the meeting as they reviewed their next move.Their objective was clear: infiltrate the central communications hub of The Board and release the evidence for all to see. It was a plan born of desperation and hope— a final blow meant to shatter the foundation of the corrupt regime.Diego’s gaze was resolute as he scanned the map spread out
The Citadel’s inner corridors stretched out before them, a labyrinth of cold stone and whispered secrets. In the aftermath of the fierce battle outside, every step now was heavy with both hope and danger. As she led the small team deeper into the fortress, Erika could feel the pulse of history in the very walls, and with it, the weight of a future she had vowed to reclaim.Even in the tense silence of those shadowed passageways, the sounds of the ongoing struggle echoed in the distance—shouts, clashing steel, and the rhythmic thud of determined feet. Diego’s pack was with them. The faces of Alessandro, Pippo, Aristide, Sofia, and Lucia were etched with resolve despite fresh wounds from Blackthorn. Their presence bolstered her spirit, a reminder that she was not alone in this fight.They emerged into a wide antechamber where dim torchlight danced across rows of ancient ledgers and scattered parchments. The walls, heavy with the scent of dust and time,
The night was near absolute darkness as Erika crept along the outer perimeter of the Citadel. Every step was measured and silent, her heartbeat the only sound in the void. The Citadel—an imposing fortress of cold stone and iron—loomed ahead, its high walls nearly blending with the starless sky. She clutched her dagger tightly, her senses heightened not just by adrenaline but by a deep, unyielding resolve.Inside her mind, memories of the rebellion’s cause stirred: the harsh truths Malrik had revealed, the corruption of The Board, and the painful loss of her family. Though she fought for justice, a part of her still ached with longing for the life she’d once known—a life now replaced by duty and the weight of a new life growing inside her.From the shadows, she saw movement—a group of guards, patrolling the wall like silent wraiths. She pressed herself against the cold stone and drew a slow breath. If we’re going to infiltra
The battlefield was no longer just a stretch of land soaked in blood—it was the precipice of history. Their war was reaching its breaking point, and with it, so were they.Diego stood atop the ridge, surveying the battlefield with Gabriel and Hugo at his side. The remnants of Malrik’s rebellion were preparing for the final offensive against the King’s forces, and the air was thick with tension.The soldiers below moved with quiet determination, securing weapons, reinforcing defenses, and bracing themselves for what was to come. Beyond them, in the valley, the Lycan King’s army gathered, their banners rippling like shadows in the wind.Erika was somewhere in the settlement, rallying the civilians, ensuring the wounded were tended to, preparing for the worst.Diego still hadn’t fully processed the revelation from the night before. A child. His child. Their child.It changed everything.And yet, here he was, still marching toward war."They’ll strike at dawn," Gabriel said, drawing Diego
The stench of scorched earth and blood clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The battle had quieted, but the tension was far from over.Diego stood at the edge of the ruined courtyard, his body aching from the sorcerer’s last attack. Blackthorn’s fortress loomed before them, its ancient stone walls now cracked and marred by battle.They had taken Blackthorn.But the victory felt hollow.Malrik sat on a broken column, still regaining his strength. Erika stood nearby, silent, staring into the shadows where the sorcerer had disappeared.Diego wiped the sweat and blood from his brow. "We need to regroup," he said. "Now."Malrik let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "You think?"Diego ignored him, turning to Erika. "What was that back there? That magic—I've never seen anything like it."Erika didn’t answer right away. When she finally did, her voice was quiet but certain. "He wasn’t fighting to wi
The night howled with the promise of war.Diego’s boots pressed into the damp earth as he moved through the underbrush, his senses sharpened by the pulse of approaching violence. The air carried the metallic scent of sharpened steel, the musk of Lycans shifting into their true forms. In the distance, beyond the hills that sloped toward Blackthorn’s walls, torchlight flickered—a fortress on the brink of being torn apart.Behind him, Malrik’s warriors crept like living shadows, their eyes gleaming in the dark. Gabriel stood to Diego’s right, fingers twitching, ready to weave sorcery into the battlefield. Erika was just behind them, poised yet unshaken, her dagger glinting under the pale moon.Diego exhaled, steadying himself. "We do this fast and hard. No second chances."Malrik, crouched beside him, smirked. "You sound like you’re giving orders, Alpha."Diego didn’t rise to the bait. "You brought me here for a reason. Let’s get it done."A low growl rumbled through Malrik’s chest, but