Sebastian's POV I rode through the forest, the wind whipping through my hair like the whispers of long-forgotten memories, and for a moment, I felt the sweet taste of freedom—a freedom I hadn’t known in far too long. The towering trees, their leaves dancing in the soft breeze, created a natural cathedral that filled my senses with the rustling of nature and the gentle serenade of bird songs. I inhaled deeply, letting the cool, crisp air fill my lungs, as if each breath could wash away the burdens of courtly life.I needed this escape from the castle’s oppressive confines—a chance to clear my mind and untangle the web of responsibilities that weighed on me. The upcoming elders’ meeting, the simmering tension between Loretta and Alicia, and, most persistently, the thought of Elenor, haunted my every step. Always Eleanor. Despite our recent encounter, I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was the one—my true mate. How could such a profound connection exist between us and I hadn't noti
Sebastian's POV I sat at my polished oak desk in the quiet sanctuary of my office, my eyes fixed on the report spread out before me. The lamplight danced across the parchment as I slowly absorbed every word, each line deepening the mystery of Eleanor’s recent actions. One of my most trusted scouts had been sent into the forest to uncover what exactly Eleanor was up to—and after days of tense waiting, I finally had my answer.Eleanor was searching for werewolf hunters.The words echoed in my mind, and a surge of surprise and unease coursed through me. My thoughts raced with questions: What were these werewolf hunters? Had I misjudged her motives all along? And most importantly, did they truly exist, or were they mere legends whispered in the darkest corners of our realm?I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples as I tried to process this unexpected revelation. Eleanor’s past had always been shrouded in mystery—a tapestry of half-remembered events and lingering regrets. Yet, this
Loretta's POV I stood before the full-length mirror in my private chamber, the soft glow of candlelight caressing every curve of my body. I adjusted my delicate lingerie for what felt like the hundredth time that evening—a garment of intricate lace and satin that Grace had insisted was perfect for tonight. Earlier that day, we had spent hours shopping, laughing, and choosing pieces that promised to highlight my best features. And though I had felt a spark of confidence then, now, as I examined my reflection, an undercurrent of nervousness threatened to overwhelm me.Tonight was the night, Grace had told me without a hint of doubt. I had to make love to Sebastian—if not for passion, then for survival. Grace had explained that conceiving his child would secure my position as Luna, solidifying my place in the pack. It was a cold, calculated bargain, one that left me feeling more like a pawn than a partner. The thought of this arrangement gnawed at me, yet I knew I had little choice in t
Alicia's POV I sat alone in my private room, taking in the soft glow of candlelight and the fine decorations that Sebastian had provided for me. The room was filled with a quiet beauty, yet despite its elegance, I could not shake the feeling that I was somehow small and unimportant.I thought back to the day when Sebastian had first chosen me. I had been one of many women shown to him, each of us hoping to win his favor. When his eyes met mine, I felt a thrill of pride and excitement. For a time, it felt as if it were just the two of us in our own little world, and I truly believed that I was the center of his life.But then Loretta came into the picture. Sebastian married her and gave her the title of Luna—a title that set her apart and left me feeling pushed aside. It hurt deeply to see him favor someone else, and each day reminded me of the change in my place by his side. Still, I tried to hold on to the hope that I could rise above this loss. After all, I had always been a woman
Eleanor's POV I paced back and forth in my chambers, feeling the weight of worry with every step. The news about the werewolf hunters had shaken me to the core. I had always believed I was their only target, but now I knew they might have been hunting others too.The thought of innocent lives lost to these ruthless hunters sent a shiver down my spine. I could not imagine the fear and pain of those who had suffered at their hands. A deep sense of responsibility took hold of me—I had to protect my people, to keep them safe from the same fate I had narrowly escaped.I gathered my trusted advisors in a quiet room to discuss our next move. Their eyes, full of concern, met mine as we talked about the hunters and the possible danger they posed to our pack. We shared our worries and brainstormed ideas, trying to come up with a plan that would give us a chance to defend ourselves. The conversation was serious, each of us knowing that the future might hold more challenges than we could imagine
Eleanor's POV I stood tall before the room full of powerful Alphas, determined to appear strong and in control. Even though I was the only woman there, I tried to hide the small twinge of fear that fluttered inside me. These were great men—respected leaders with strong voices—and I felt both honored and nervous that they had accepted my invitation.I cleared my throat and began to speak, my voice steady and clear. As I explained our plan and the need for unity, I looked around the room, meeting the gaze of each Alpha in turn. Their serious eyes held respect, and I felt a sense of responsibility swell within me. I knew that every word I said would help shape the future of our packs.But as I continued, my eyes kept drifting back to one person—Sebastian. He was standing there, watching me with an intensity that made my heart beat faster. His eyes were locked on me so strongly that I could tell he was not listening to my words at all. In that moment, my mind began to race with old memor
Eleanor's POV "Have I offended you, Elenor?" Sebastian asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied my face. His tone was calm yet laced with a challenge, as if he wanted to push me back into memories of our troubled past.I knew exactly what he was trying to do. He was drawing on every shared memory, every moment of hurt, and I could feel him trying to hide behind that history.I knew he had every memory of our past life just like I did. But I was going to play along and keep my expression steady."No, you haven't offended me, Sebastian," I replied in a measured tone. "I'm simply keeping my distance from you. After all, you're a married Alpha."A soft, low chuckle escaped him—a sound that was both gentle and husky. "Ah, I see. You're referring to my reputation, I presume?"I raised an eyebrow, a silent question in my gaze. "Reputation?" I echoed, not quite sure where he was leading this conversation.He smiled, and for a moment, his eyes twinkled with playful mischief. "Yes, the rumors t
Eleanor's POV As I returned to the village scene in my transformed state, Ryker's eyes widened in surprise. He stepped back, unsure of what to say, but I barely noticed his reaction. I had a mission to complete, and I would not be distracted. I moved closer to the lifeless bodies, and with my heightened senses, I began to sniff the air. The faint scent of the killers lingered, a trail that I could follow.Determination filled me. With my new abilities, I knew I was more than capable of tracking down those who had harmed these innocent villagers. I vowed then and there that I would hunt them down and bring them to justice. Every step I took was fueled by the need to protect my people and to ensure that such cruelty would not go unpunished.Standing in the quiet forest, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. My transformation was not just a change of form—it was a reminder of the strength and power that lay within me. I had been given a rare gift, one that would help me fight against those
Sebastian's POV The meeting in the courtyard had been brief, but I could sense the shock and curiosity in the air. Everyone was surprised by how quickly I had recovered, and I knew that rumors were already beginning to spread through the palace like wildfire. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to know that Eleanor was a healer.I had my own reasons for keeping this secret hidden, especially from her father. I knew how hungry for power he was, and I had seen firsthand the destruction that such ambition could cause. My own father’s relentless hunger for power had led him to his downfall, and it had cost me dearly—the loss of my brother Francis was a wound that never truly healed.I could not let Eleanor’s father learn of her gift. It wasn’t just about healing; I had seen her do things that went far beyond simple restoration. I remembered the day when she moved the clouds as if they were her playthings and even summoned fire with a mere gesture. These displays of power were extraord
Ryker's POV I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity to finally speak with Alpha Eleanor. When she summoned me, a mix of emotions welled up inside me. I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of seeing her, yet that excitement was mixed with deep anger and worry.I was furious when I first learned that Eleanor had used her healing powers on Sebastian. I knew well the dangers of those powers, especially since she had not yet mastered them. Every time she used them, the power drained her, leaving her weak and vulnerable. I had worried for her safety, and now that fear had turned into anger. That very morning, when I saw Sebastian, my anger exploded. I lost control for a moment. I knew I had offended the Lycan King, but at that moment, I felt justified. Sebastian had been reckless—his foolish decision to venture into the forest alone and fight the wolf hunters had nearly cost him his life. If he had died, our entire reign might have fallen into chaos, sparking a war that c
Alicia's POV This was all his fault. I paced back and forth in front of Klaus, my chest tight with fury, my hands shaking. “This is all your fault!” I spat, my voice sharp and unforgiving. Klaus sat there, calm as ever, his expression unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Alicia, I need you to be quiet,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I need silence to think.” I let out a bitter laugh. "Think? What's there to think about? We've lost everything because of you. You hesitated, Klaus. You waited too long, and now look—Sebastian is still alive, and our entire plan is in ruins!" His jaw clenched, his usual calm cracking just slightly. “Alicia, stop. Just stop. You’re not thinking clearly.” I stared at him, rage burning hot in my chest. “I’m not thinking clearly?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. "You were so sure of yourself, so arrogant, thinking this would be easy. That we could just walk in, take control, and no one would s
Sebastain's POV I sat beside Leila, my mind wandering back to Eleanor. My cousin’s words had painted a clear picture of what had happened while I was... away. I still struggled to understand how Eleanor had healed me—how she had used her strange, gentle powers to make my wounds vanish. It was more than I could ever imagine.Leila’s eyes shone with both wonder and tiredness as she spoke. “I was shocked when Eleanor told me she could heal you, Sebastian. At first, I did not believe her, but then I saw it with my own eyes. The scars and cuts on your body simply disappeared. But it took all of her strength, and it left her very weak.”A sharp pang of guilt mixed with deep gratitude filled my heart. I felt sorry for the pain Leila had endured, and I was thankful to Eleanor for her kind act. I remembered the faint, warm smile she gave me just before I... before I returned. That small smile had touched me deeply, and now I longed for the day when she would wake up again.The questions kept
Alicia's POV I stood before the mirror, running my hands over the soft folds of my gown. The seamstress had done a wonderful job. The deep red fabric clung to me perfectly, shimmering in the candlelight like fresh blood. I had my hair swept up into a neat bun, with a few loose curls framing my face just so perfectly. I tilted my head to admire my reflection—I felt radiant, more beautiful than ever. Even more beautiful than any Luna our pack has seen. I knew this was my destiny - I was born to be Luna.Klaus stepped quietly behind me. His broad presence filled the room as usual. He walked towards me, a smile dancing on his lips and he pressed a warm kiss to my neck. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, and his words made my heart flutter. I could feel his strong hands on my waist as he reassured me. My thoughts, however, were already with the night ahead. I was worried about the outcome of tonight. Tonight, Klaus would enter the palace and claim his place as the new Lycan King, and I w
Sebastain’s POVEleanor saved your life." Leila's voice echoed in my mind as I slowly rose from the bed, ignoring her hurried protests. I had to find Eleanor. I needed to know what happened. Her words confused me, and I couldn't grasp the full meaning. Why was she crying? What did 'saved your life' mean? Had Eleanor sacrificed her own life for mine? The questions flooded my mind, but one thought became clearer than the rest: I had to understand what had happened. I wasn’t concerned with the confusion or the tears—I had to find her. As I staggered through the corridor, I could feel my body shifting back from wolf form to normal. Adrenaline surged through my veins, and like a miracle, the guards and maids gasped at the sight of me. I could sense their awe. Something extraordinary had taken place. But what exactly had happened? When? How long had I been unconscious, and why could I remember only a fragmented vision of myself lying on the forest floor, surrounded by my blood? I had call
Leila's POV When Eleanor told me she had the power to heal Sebastian, I allowed myself a moment of disbelief. Healers were a forgotten legend in our world, extinct in both our realm and all nearby territories. I couldn’t imagine how Eleanor could possess such a gift—surely, it must have been a fleeting surge of hope or perhaps guilt that urged her to say it. But when I saw her face, when I looked into her eyes, I realized there was a quiet certainty there. She wasn’t saying this for effect; she truly believed she could heal him. We entered the room in silence, and my heart shattered at the sight of Sebastian lying motionless on the bed. The once vibrant, fierce Lycan King I had known seemed a mere shadow of himself. It pained me more than I could explain that this was the end result of so much loss, cruelty, and war. In that moment, I wished everything Eleanor said could be true. I wished she really could heal my brother and return him to us, returning the life we had once known. Ele
Eleanor’s POVI woke up from a terrible nightmare, my heart pounding and my mind still reeling. In my dream, I saw Sebastian hanging between life and death. His eyes were full of pain and desperation, silently begging me to use my healing power to save him. I woke with a start, frustrated and uneasy, as if the dream had reached deep into my soul.I knew that the dream was a product of the heavy truths I had learned in the previous day and morning. Everything Leila had told me about Sebastian was still fresh in my mind. I began to understand why he acted so arrogant and heartless—it was a mask hiding deep hurt. And it broke my heart.That morning, I decided I would do everything in my power to revive Sebastian. As I sat in my room waiting for breakfast, I wondered why it had not yet arrived. It was getting late, and my stomach began to grumble. I called one of my maids and asked why breakfast was delayed.The maid explained that Alicia had ordered that no one would eat until Sebastian
Alicia’s POVWonders truly never end. Just when I thought I had seen all the unexpected visitors coming to the palace, now I hear that Leila White is here. Leila ? Or have I misunderstood the history? How can she be here? Is she here to mock Sebastian's fallen body? That is the only reason I can imagine for her visit, given everything that happened between them.From what I've heard, Sebastian and Leila were never close. I have no desire to meet her, and she never showed any interest in me. I feel no need to respect someone who never respected me. At this point, I see myself as the true Luna of the palace—indeed, the Luna of the pack.I decided to stay in my room, busy with my own affairs. I issue orders to the maids, all the while fuming with anger and frustration. I wait for Klaus to finally show some backbone and claim what is rightfully mine. After all, Sebastian has no heir, no true brother to stand up for him, and now Leila White has returned... but to what end? To take over t