Loretta's POV I was both shocked and oddly amused when the guard announced that Eleanor had come to visit. Yet, as I thought about it, I realized I should not be surprised. I had been expecting her arrival for some time now. In my mind, Eleanor was the one pulling the strings, the mastermind behind the plans meant to ruin my life.I stepped aside and welcomed her into my room. The space was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls, and I could see the flicker of surprise in her eyes as she entered. She looked startled, as if she had not expected to see me here at all. What could she have imagined? Did she picture me locked away in a dark dungeon, tied and chained like a prisoner? I wondered if the suffering I endured under Sebastian was not enough for her.With a sharp tone, I asked, "I hope you're happy seeing me suffer." My words dripped with sarcasm, meant to wound as much as to provoke. Eleanor's face remained calm and innocent. "I don't understand you," she replied softly, h
Eleanor's POV At my words, Loretta slowly stood up. Even after months of being mistreated by Sebastian, a defiant spark still shone in her eyes. That malicious way she had always looked at me. I will never understand why Loretta hates me so much. Maybe its because she knows that we do not share the same biological mother.I had tried in the past to maje her like me. We only had each other against ur cruel, cold father. But Loretta would waste no time in telling Father where i had fallen short. With time, I let go of the dream of having a supportive sister. Andafter how she set me up to marry Sebastain so my life could be finally ruined -? I had no empathy for her.She walked slowly toward me, and her gaze burned with malice. With a sneer on her face, she spat, "I, Loretta, will never reveal to you anything I know about your mother." Her tone was harsh and mocking as she continued, "In fact, I will never tell you anything that might bring you any joy. I will always be your enemy in t
Sebastian's POV Fate seems to be smiling at me tonight, and fate and luck are working together to bring me happiness. The moment I saw Eleanor’s car pull into my castle, I could hardly believe my eyes. There she was—Eleanor in flesh and blood, standing right on my compound. Now that she was here, I was determined to do everything in my power to keep her from leaving.I watched her from my window as she stepped out of the car and made her way into the building. I wondered who she had come to see. Had she come to see me, or was she here for her sister? I could not help but be captivated by her beauty. Eleanor was always radiant and stunning, and her presence filled the air. I felt a deep pull toward her; I wanted to protect her, to keep her safe, and to hold her close. Yet, I knew I had to be patient tonight. I was not going to let her go easily.I sat by the window, watching the storm gather outside. The dark clouds were heavy, and the rain fell in thick, driving sheets. I hoped that
Eleanor's POV It wasn't until a few minutes into dinner, when Loretta failed to join us, that I realized the truth—she was locked away in her room, kept like a prisoner. Even though I never cared much for Loretta and believed she deserved every bit of the pain she was going through, I could not stop the surge of anger and rage boiling inside me toward Sebastian. He had not changed at all. I wondered, why was he so cruel? Why did he take pleasure in tormenting women and making people suffer?I picked at my food, but even my favorite dish tasted bitter tonight. Sebastian had made sure the cooks prepared my best meal—a silent reminder of our past together—but the taste did nothing to soothe my anger. The flavors danced on my tongue, yet I felt nothing but a deep resentment. In a moment of frustration, I dropped my cutlery with a loud clatter and dragged my chair back, ready to storm out of the room.Before I could leave, Sebastian raised his head and fixed his eyes on me. "What's wrong?
Eleanor's POV I sat alone in my room after dinner, the silence heavy around me. I had forced myself to eat—not because I was hungry, but because the guilt from the harsh words I had hurled at Sebastian was eating away at me. I felt as though I had misjudged him, that I had been too quick to condemn him based on what I had seen and thought. That guilt was so strong it had pushed me to eat even when I had no true appetite.As I sat there, my mind drifted back to the past. This very room held memories that were both sweet and painful. It was the same room where I had spent my very first night with Sebastian, where I had lost my virginity. I remembered that night clearly—the excitement, the tenderness, and the way my heart had soared when he chose me. Back then, I had truly loved him. I had not paid attention to rumors or gossip. I was busy with my studies and the unusual pursuits that set me apart from other teenagers. Had I known the whole truth about Sebastian, I might never have agre
Sebastian's POV I took a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage, and began, “I know you remember our past life—the mistakes I made, the pain I caused. I hurt you deeply, and I made your life miserable. I repented too late, and I live with that regret every day.” My voice grew steadier as I continued, “The moon goddess gave me another chance, a chance to be with you as my mate. I cannot let this chance slip away. I know I have caused you pain, but I also know that my love for you is real. I will keep chasing you, keep fighting for you, until the anger and hatred in your heart melt away and only love remains.”I paused, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. The storm of emotions between us was palpable, and for a long moment, we simply sat there in silence. Then, almost hesitantly, she spoke, “How can I believe that you’ve changed, Sebastian? How can I trust you when the past is so heavy on my mind?”I squeezed her hand gently. “I don’t expect you to t
Sebastian's POV As I gazed at Eleanor, a powerful, primal urge stirred inside me—a deep desire to have her, to explore every inch of her being. For countless moons, I had longed for this moment, a chance to be close to her without anger or hurt standing in the way. And there she was, her eyes filled with a spark that mirrored my own. I would be a fool not to act.This was the opportunity I had waited for, and in that moment, no voice of caution could hold me back. I let my hand reach out and gently ran my fingers through her fiery red hair. I heard a soft sigh escape her lips—a sound that sent a warm thrill through me. It was clear that she, too, was caught in the moment, as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. The air between us crackled with tension, and every second felt charged with possibility.With deliberate tenderness, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. I felt the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her skin, and I sensed that she did not resist. Wh
Eleanor's POV Shame clung to me like a heavy cloak as I arrived at our pack that morning. I felt utterly exposed, as if every pair of eyes were reading my soul, stripping me of all pretense. I knew no one was aware of what had transpired, yet inside, I felt naked and vulnerable as though the whole night had been played for all to see.How had I let it happen? How had I surrendered to my desires so completely? How had I allowed Sebastian to control me? Part of me whispered that it wasn’t entirely his fault—I had chosen him, wanted him, and gave in to those forbidden feelings. But waking up that morning, a deep, crushing guilt weighed on me. I had promised myself that I would never let these hidden emotions take hold, yet there I was, lost in the aftermath of our night together. I couldn’t stop picturing Loretta, standing in front of the room, and myself, naked, under the sheets and beside Sebastain. As much as I told myself that I didn’t care for her, I felt guilty.And Sebastain’s si
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