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
Mary's POVAs I watched Eleanor, our Alpha, I felt that there was something different about her. There was a quality in her presence that I could not quite place—a mysterious spark in her power that stirred memories long forgotten. Though my mind was cloudy with age, I remembered hearing tales of such gifts. I knew that werewolves with this kind of power often possessed several special abilities together. In my younger days, we used to call them the "special werewolves." Yet, no matter how hard I tried, the exact details always slipped away.Despite my hazy memories, I found Eleanor both intriguing and amusing. It was rare to see someone with such unique gifts. The last time I had seen a power like hers was when I was very young, and now, here she was coming to me for guidance. I felt honored and excited at the thought of helping her learn to control her abilities. I saw it as a precious opportunity to help her harness her power, discover her hidden talents, and become the best versio
Klaus's POVI live in a grand house—one that I owe to Sebastian, my so-called friend. Thanks to him, I have all the money I could ever wish for. I am now one of the richest werewolves in our pack, owning several houses. Yet there is one thing Sebastian has been very greedy with: power.When Sebastian became Alpha after his father’s death, I expected that I would naturally become his Beta. We had been friends since we were little. But Sebastian chose someone else, and even then I held on to the hope that one day I would be given more. Years have passed, and here I am—rich beyond measure but with no real influence or power.My greatest desire is to rule as king of the pack, and I will stop at nothing to achieve that goal—even if it means betraying Sebastian. After all, he was the one who first betrayed me.I spent many long hours plotting my next move. One day, as I was deep in thought, one of my servants entered my study and said, "My lord, you have a visitor." I frowned; I had not exp
Sebastian's POV The past few days have been a blur, a nightmare I cannot shake off since Loretta’s death. I still cannot believe it happened again. For the second time, a Luna died under my care—and this time, she died with my child inside her. The pain of losing my child mixes with the crushing guilt of having failed another Luna. I feel as if I am cursed, doomed to watch those I care about slip away from me.I keep thinking back to my previous life, when Eleanor died under my watch. Now, Loretta has met the same tragic end. I ask myself over and over: Am I truly undeserving of companionship? Am I so much of a beast, a monster, that those I care about perish in my presence? These questions gnaw at my soul, leaving me hollow and tormented.As for Eleanor, I have not seen or spoken to her since our last encounter. I sit in silence, consumed by guilt and regret, wondering if she has ever forgiven me for my past mistakes. I have waited for her to reach out, but there has been nothing—on
Eleanor's POV The day of the tournament had finally arrived, and the excitement in the air was almost tangible. This week-long event was my brainchild—a series of challenges designed to test the best eligible men from across our lands, all competing for the honor of being my consort. The first challenge was physical: the contestants were to face a fierce beast in combat. Winners would move on to the next round, while those who lost would be eliminated.I sat among the gathered spectators, feeling a mix of pride and anticipation. I watched as each competitor prepared for their challenge, knowing that only the very best had answered my call. Ryker had informed me that we had received so many applications that we were forced to turn some away. It was a testament to my reputation, and I could not help but smile at the thought.However, as I scanned the contestants, my smile began to fade. There, among the many hopeful faces, I thought I saw a familiar figure—Sebastian. My heart skipped a
Eleanor's POVI was fuming when my father refused to see things from my side. I had explained to him that Sebastian had an unfair advantage—he was a Lycan king, over ten times more powerful than the rest, and his status made him more than just a common suitor. But Father wouldn’t listen. He insisted that since Sebastian had willingly entered the tournament, I had no right to disqualify him. He even argued that if Sebastian won, I would be marrying a king instead of a mere commoner, which should be a blessing.I know Father is only concerned about the political advantage of marrying Sebastain that he wasn’t concerned to give me out to the same man who had killed his first daughter.“If our two packs unite, we become the strongest in this realm,” he spoke calculatively. “Shouldn’t that be your number one priority?”There was no argument I could bring forward.My anger boiled inside me. I could not understand what Sebastian was trying to do. Why was he here, in my tournament, provoking m
Sebastian's POV As I stepped into the Moonlit Maze of Reflections, I knew I was in for a serious challenge. The air was thick with an eerie fog, and the polished silver stone walls stretched on forever. All around me, faint, whispering voices tried to distract me from my goal. I knew that this maze was designed not just to test my strength, but to trick my mind.I began to navigate the maze with my senses on high alert. Almost immediately, it became clear that this was no ordinary obstacle course. The mirror illusions were so clever that I found myself turning in circles, unsure which path was real. Time was ticking away, and every wrong turn increased my frustration.I growled in anger, my Lycan instincts urging me to smash through the walls and force an exit. But I knew that brute strength would not work here. I had to outsmart the maze by using my wits. I took a deep breath and focused on my other senses as my father had taught me as a young wolf. I listened carefully to the echo
Alicia's POV I stood tall at the entrance of the grandest store in the shopping district, my eyes sweeping over the luxurious displays inside. This was my moment to show my status. As Sebastian's future Luna, I had to make it clear—I was a woman of importance, someone to be respected and feared.A fleet of sleek cars had brought me here, my maids and bodyguards following closely behind. The moment I stepped out, people took notice. Whispers spread through the crowd, but I paid them no mind. I had one goal—to make a statement.As I approached the store, I gave a simple nod, and my guards moved swiftly. Without hesitation, they cleared the space, ushering out commoners who had no place among the elite. I was the only elite. Some gasped in shock, others protested, but none could defy my orders, at least, not my bodyguards. Soon, the store was mine alone.Inside, the tailor greeted me with deep bows and eager hands, rushing to present the finest fabrics and most elegant designs. Every go
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
Eleanor’s POVI listened with my mouth agape as Leila told her story. I had never thought about these events in such detail before. Up until now, I had known only bits and pieces—just enough to hate Sebastian. All I had heard was that his cousin, Leila White, had left in tears, swearing never to return after he had ordered her lover beheaded. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find any reason to justify his cruel actions.As Leila continued her tale, I began to understand that there was more behind Sebastian’s anger. He had not always been the bitter, ruthless man he had become. Leila described a time when he was smiling, happy, and full of life. I tried to picture him in that light, imagining the kind and gentle Sebastian I had once heard about. It became clear to me that he, too, was a victim—his transformation was not solely his own doing, but also the result of his father’s harsh influence.My heart ached for him, and I felt deep sympathy for Leila as well. Gently, I reached
Leila’s POVWe were kindred spirits in our own ways—bonded by the terrible turns our lives had taken. But where to begin? What should I say? How could I show her the depth of what had happened to me, to all of us? I felt my heart tighten. Everything I had once known seemed unrecognizable, twisting and changing before my very eyes. But I knew I had to say something. The worst, however, had come after the meeting between the elders of both packs. I remember that day vividly—a day marked by a strange, heavy feeling in the air. My father and Eleanor’s father met, and the arguments that followed were intense. I could hear angry voices, fists banging against the walls, things being thrown. Something had happened. But what, exactly? The tension of that day set the course of everything that followed. Father had already been grieving Francis’s sudden death, yet he said nothing to us about the meeting. And when he walked out that door—after everything had shattered—I saw a man who wasn’t the