DNLL 16There is war Donavon, and it is because of your most special maid. "She's the daughter of Lycus, and her Father whom you killed, according to the rule of the packs, there are two options of things you can do, one is to marry her and claim her father's kingdom as part of yours, or you kill her," he said, and I grunted gruffly. I hated the way he talked about Zuri, as though she was a thing. "I've no interest in getting married to Zuri," I countered and he looked up at me. "Her father's kingdom cannot go without a ruler, she's marriageable and of age, the choice is yours, get married to her and take over her father's kingdom, or let her be someone else's wife," he said and I could feel the anger tugging out on my insides at the mention of letting another marry her. "Putting aside her father's kingdom, she would be neither my wife, never a Luna and her father's kingdom would get to be kept by me," I said and he slapped his hands on the table. "You cannot eat your cake and h
DNLL 17What reason was I yet to admit to myself?" I thought to myself as Volkov pressed further in front of me. There was no single reason that I was yet to admit to myself. Zuri was the daughter of the murderer that she had always been and there was no way in the world I'd ever forgive her for what her father did to me. "Get away from me Volkov, unless you're ready to show me with proof that her father isn't the one who's killed my family, you can take her wherever you want to then," I said and he sighed. "It is none of my business Donavon, all I know is that if you search well enough, you will find the truth, which is very well lying in your insensitivity and your ego to listen to other people and see the truth," Volkov said under his breaths and turned to walk Away. "Whatever way you choose to deal with your pack Donavon, I've no interest in it and I just want you to know that she's just an innocent daughter, of a man whose father you killed without seeking adequate truth for
DNNL 18I hadn't deciphered why the hell Zuri held that much importance to me, hatred or affect... It had to be the first. I needed her to see her and transfer the aggression of the mistake her Father made, she had to pay. Her Father died a death that was too easy, and she was here, in his stead, to take over his punishment, bit by bit. But that princess was giving me a name that wasn't mine. I was already feeling and hearing the whispers of the maids, the men, the guards, and the ladies in the kingdom. I hated Zuri with each breath I took, and I needed to show that to her. "Bring Volkov here to me," I asked, facing the guard that stood beside me, and he turned around immediately."Bring Zuri as well," I ordered as he bowed on his way out. Zuri and Volkov walked after each other into the throne room and I wished I could wipe the smile that spread on Volkov's face. Zuri's face was still down, I hated that she didn't look up straight into my eyes like she always did.. "Zuri," I calle
DNLL 19Donavon's POV I'm stripped, my Lord, what shall I do? " She asked me as I stepped closer to her. Naked. Fair. Beautiful.If this were any other night, she'd have been a great turn-on for me. But despite the dangle of her large bosom and the roundness of her buttocks, there was only the thought of one person in my mind. Zur... I wasn't willing to accept the meaning of whatever thought of her brooded in my mind. "On the bed and on your knees and hands," I ordered, and she strolled to the bed sexually, her nipples pointed harshly towards me. She goes on the bed and positions herself, like I ordered, on all fours. I held my hands out and took the blindfold across the bed. "Close your eyes, whore," I ordered, and she smiled to herself as I strapped the blindfold over her eyes. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps at my rough command, but I could see the wants in her eyes.And I was damn sure that if I touched her, she'd be dripping wet in the middle of her thighs.I strode t
DNLL 20Donavon's POV I plopped to the bed, staring at the body of the woman sprawled on my bed. "What else do you need, my Lord?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Nothing, get out," I ordered, and she stared, in surprise at me. "Yes?" "I said get out!" I barked, and she scrambled off, wobbling her naked body to the door. Not only was I angry at myself, I felt disgusted at myself. There was that maid, Zuri, and of all the people in my pack, she was the only person that I referred to. "Fuckkk!" I groaned. This wasn't how I was supposed to feel about her. I hated Zuri, she was the goddamn daughter of a murderer, and by extension, she was a murderer. I stood up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned the shower over my body. It still did nothing to get rid of the hatred I felt for myself and that goddamn princess. I stepped out of the bathroom and changed into a new set of clothes. "Not again," I groaned to myself as I stepped out of the door to the throne room,
DNLL 21Lirien's point of view I stared at Donavon, that goddamn alpha, straight in the eye. And I knew he saw that too. There has to be something else about his uncanny hatred for me. "Take her back into her room," he said, and the guard moved towards me. I shrugged his hands from my body, if that would warrant death, that would be better. It had been a month. Since the hotel incident had happened, I could only thank my stars. I wasn't pregnant, for this goddamn alpha. I walked back to my room, and the reason it did not hurt as much as I expected was something I needed to rethink. And Hart, it's been days since I last saw him. I stepped away from my room, to the guard's quarters, and thanks to that alpha Volkov, I looked more like a real person. No guard stopped me from going in search of him, at every point that they normally did, and I just walked majestically away from them. "Hart," I called upon sighting him from the distance, and he turned to look at where the voice c
DNLL 22Zuri's POV "Yes, I did, my Lord," the guard replied, proudly, feeling happy that he was about to be commended by me for brutalising a maid. "I wanted to whip the man she was talking about when she ran in front of him," he explained, and I looked back and forth at Zuri and him. "And the second tear?" I asked. "That whip was intentional, my Lord, she was being stubborn, so I had to teach her some lessons," the guard said again as I darted another look at Zuri's wounds. "Hand me the whip," I said, watching his face beam up with a smile of satisfaction. Hot shame beamed on my face at his mocking words, and the eyes of the men in the room settled on me. I felt exposed and humiliated.I watched Donavon hold the whip around his hands, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the whip, on my body.And I heard the chuckles of the men in front of me, ridiculing, until the whip landed—but not on my body.... I heard the sound of a whip, and I opened my eyes to see the guard twirling
DNLL 23Zuri's POV I plopped back to the bed and opened the first pages of the book. I could swear that Hart chose an interesting book with a lot of pages just to keep me entertained for however long the book could last. I squinted my eyes and flipped to the first page of the book in my hands, and the enthusiasm I'd hoped to get was the polar opposite of how fast I fell asleep with the book in my hands....Next morning I woke up to the scrunched pages of the book under my jaws. I'd slept on it, and its pages had become torn like how my face was when Donavon tore a sword through my father's neck.I stood up from the bed and took a bath, changing into a neat gown, and before I grabbed the pail and the mop to clean, Donavon woke up for the day.The ominous air and the tiny whispers from the maids got me on my nerves."Hey, have you heard it?" a maid whispered behind me, and I stepped closer, as close as I could, to listen in to what she had to say."I heard from one of the elders,
.Chapter 132: The first rays of a chilly morning broke over the compound, casting long, cool shadows across the newly restored walls of the Blue Moon Pack. Though recent days had seen a renewed spirit of unity and rebuilding, a palpable tension now stirred at the edges of their territory—a reminder that external challenges, however minor, could never be entirely cast aside.In the central courtyard, where the echoes of the recent council meetings still lingered in every whispered promise of transparency and unity, a group of scouts returned with urgent news. The leader of the scouting team, a lean and alert wolf named Verin, bounded into the assembly hall, his eyes wide with both excitement and concern.“Alpha Donavon! Luna Zuri!” he called out, his voice breaking through the morning calm. “We have encountered a group from the neighboring Silver Ridge Pack along our western border. They are not marching in the typical formation of a peaceful delegation. Instead, they appear to be te
Chapter 131: The Council of WolvesA cool autumn breeze stirred the banners outside the grand council hall as the Blue Moon Pack gathered for a meeting that many hoped would mark a turning point in their collective future. The hall’s massive wooden doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous space filled with natural light that filtered in through tall, arched windows. Inside, wolves of every age, rank, and background took their seats around a large circular table—the table a symbol of equality and shared purpose. At the head of the table, Donavon’s steady gaze swept over the assembled pack. His presence was both commanding and reassuring—a living embodiment of the pack’s trials, tribulations, and the hard-earned unity that had emerged. Beside him sat Zuri, her eyes bright with determination and compassion, her posture radiating quiet strength. Today, they were not just leaders but facilitators of a process that would allow every wolf to speak, to be heard, and to help shape the pack’s
Chapter 130: The morning sun rose over the Blue Moon Pack compound with a gentle radiance that felt almost sacramental. The cool light revealed a place transformed—not only by the scars of past battles but by the quiet determination of a community ready to embrace a new day. As the dew clung to the grass and the scent of fresh blossoms wafted through the air, every wolf in the compound felt an undercurrent of hope.In the central courtyard, which had become a hub of renewal over the past weeks, groups of wolves gathered in animated clusters. Old rivals now sat side by side with newly integrated members, their faces reflecting a mixture of cautious optimism and genuine excitement. Banners proclaiming “Together We Rise” and “A Future United” fluttered from stone arches, echoing the sentiment that had been carefully nurtured since the days of internal strife.Donavon stood on a small dais at one end of the courtyard, his presence commanding yet warm. His deep blue eyes scanned the assem
Chapter 129: A chill autumn dusk had settled over the compound as the pack resumed its daily routine, still recovering from the recent upheavals. Yet beneath the veneer of communal rebuilding, an uneasy murmur stirred—a whisper that not all was as transparent as it seemed. In the corridors and quiet alcoves, furtive glances and hushed conversations hinted at a presence unseen, an internal threat that might fracture their hard-earned unity.In the early hours of the day, Kael and Rian met near a secluded courtyard behind the infirmary. The low murmur of distant work blended with the rustling of dry leaves, as if nature itself conspired to echo the pack’s unease.Kael’s eyes darted about as he began, “Rian, I’ve been noticing things… small discrepancies that don’t add up. The way supplies are logged, secret meetings in the dead of night—I can’t help but wonder if someone is undermining our efforts from within.”Rian, his voice low and cautious, replied, “I’ve heard whispers too. At fir
Chapter 128:The evening sky was an indigo canvas splashed with deep violets and the first hints of starlight as the Blue Moon Pack gathered in the war room—a spacious chamber lined with weathered maps, battle scars, and relics of past glories. The room was quiet now, the echoes of earlier council meetings replaced by a heavy, contemplative silence. It was in these moments, away from the eyes of the pack, that the weight of leadership pressed most acutely on those who bore its mantle.Donavon sat at the head of the long oak table, his broad shoulders slumped slightly beneath an invisible burden. The events of the past months—the battles fought, the betrayals endured, and the fragile unity rebuilt—had left scars not only on the pack but on his very soul. His eyes, usually so piercing and resolute, now betrayed a flicker of doubt as he gazed down at the map spread before him."Every decision we make," he murmured softly, almost to himself, "carries a cost. Not just in lives lost or vict
Chapter 127: The morning had barely broken when a chill wind swept through the compound, carrying with it a scent of damp earth and something ancient—an aroma that spoke of secrets buried in the soil of time. The Blue Moon Pack had grown accustomed to the rhythm of healing and renewal, but on this day, an unusual tension gripped the air. The usual chorus of morning howls was replaced by a heavy, expectant silence as if the very world were holding its breath.Donavon was the first to sense that something was amiss. While reviewing the daily patrol reports on the balcony, he noticed a subtle shift in the wind—a stirring that seemed to whisper of events yet to come. His keen eyes scanned the horizon, searching the dark silhouettes of trees for any sign of movement. Yet it wasn’t the usual alertness of enemy scouts or the echo of distant conflict that troubled him now; it was a feeling of profound destiny—a call from forces beyond the immediate battles of the pack.At that very moment, Z
Chapter 126: Night had fallen over the compound, and the stars emerged like silent witnesses to the Blue Moon Pack’s renewed legacy. In the quiet hours when the rest of the pack slept, Donavon and Zuri found solace on a secluded balcony overlooking the restored gardens. The soft luminescence of lanterns mingled with the gentle glow of the moon, and the cool breeze carried whispers of past battles and future promises.Donavon leaned against the stone balustrade, his gaze fixed on the darkened expanse beyond the compound. His mind, still echoing with the day’s efforts to rebuild trust and unity, now wandered back to memories that had both haunted and shaped him. “Zuri,” he began in a low, reflective tone, “do you remember the nights when I thought the weight of our past would crush me? When every betrayal and loss felt like a fire burning inside?”Zuri turned to him, her eyes soft yet unwavering. “I remember, Donavon. I remember the nights when hope was a distant dream and every moment
Chapter 125: The early morning sky was a tapestry of soft grays and tentative blues as the Blue Moon Pack stirred from a restless night. In the aftermath of the turbulent days of internal strife and external challenges, the compound had taken on a new atmosphere—a blend of cautious optimism and unwavering resolve. Every wolf, from the eldest veteran to the newest recruit, felt that the time had come to rebuild, to transform the scars of recent conflicts into the bedrock of a brighter future.In the great council hall, where the echoes of recent debates and revelations still lingered, Donavon and Zuri convened a strategic meeting with their most trusted advisors. The long oak table, scarred yet steadfast as the pack itself, was set with maps, ledgers, and handwritten notes detailing every setback and every small victory of the past few days.Donavon cleared his throat as the room quieted. “Brothers and sisters,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the hall, “we have been throu
Chapter 124: The morning air was crisp and clear as the Blue Moon Pack stirred to a new day—yet beneath the surface of the renewed community, there lay an undercurrent of uncertainty. The recent council meeting had set the wheels of transparency in motion, but not every wolf felt at ease. In the quiet corridors of the compound, whispers of doubt and lingering resentments threatened to resurface. Today, those fragile threads of trust would be put to the ultimate test.In a secluded corner of the compound’s training yard, Kael and Rian found themselves alone, their voices low as they discussed the morning’s revelations. The soft light of dawn filtered through tall pines, their leaves dancing with gentle breezes, while the distant sounds of the pack’s daily routines offered an almost deceptive sense of normalcy.“I can’t shake the feeling,” Kael began, his eyes scanning the horizon as if searching for an unseen enemy, “that not everyone is fully on board with the new way. I overheard mo