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 I stormed into my room, my heart pounding with anger. I grabbed my phone and quickly scrolled through my messages. My worst fears were confirmed—Sebastian was at Eleanor's pack, competing to be her Alpha and claim her as his Luna. My whole world felt like it was crashing down.I could not believe what I had seen. How had I been so blind? I remembered the night Eleanor came to the castle. She said she was there to help settle the dispute between Sebastian and Loretta and had ended up in bed with my Sebastain, but now I saw there was more to that night. Sebastian and Eleanor had spent the night together under one roof, and it hurt more than I could have imagined that I had overlooked it as a one night stand and nothing more sonce I never saw them together again after that.And now, Sebastain was in a tournament to win her? What was so special about the Caddals that he didn’t see in me? Was it because I was not of royal blood? Did it truly matter? If Sebastain could defy tr
Klaus' POVThe boat rocked beneath my boots as I dragged Eleanor away from that blood-soaked cabin, her beta sprawled on the floor like a broken toy. Ryker’s chest barely rose, his breaths shallow and ragged, his worthless blood staining my pristine Selene. That idiot, he’d dared to fight me, dared to defy me, and now he was a mess of torn flesh and fading growls. I smirked, kicking the door shut behind us. Good riddance.Eleanor didn’t resist as I pulled her across the deck, her steps steady despite the chains rattling around her wrists. She couldn’t fight back, not with the poison I’d been slipping into her meals for days, sapping her strength, dulling that wild power I’d seen her wield. She was mine now, a tool to bend or break. Either she’d lead me to the Capris Coven, or I’d haul her back to the Crescent Moon pack and force her to my will. No more games.I shoved her hard, and she hit the deck on her knees, her auburn hair spilling over her face like a curtain.“Get up,” I snarle
Ryker’s POVI was trained to protect Eleanor, not to blindly obey her every word. That distinction had guided me through years as her beta, my duty was her safety, her life, above all else. So when the door burst open with a splintering crack and Klaus loomed in the threshold, flanked by two hulking guards, my instincts took over. My switchblade was already in my hand, its weight familiar and steady, and I thrust it forward, the steel glinting in the dim lantern light.“Don’t you dare come in,” I warned, my voice a low growl, edged with the promise of violence.Klaus’ dark eyes flicked to the blade, and a harsh, mocking laugh rumbled from his chest. “You plan to stop me… with that?” His tone dripped with contempt, his lips curling into a sneer as he took a step closer, his broad frame filling the doorway like a storm cloud rolling in.I didn’t care what he thought. I’d fight tooth and nail, hell, I’d tear this ship apart plank by plank, to keep Eleanor safe. She stood behind me, her v
Klaus' POVMore than anything, I despise being made a fool. The sting of it burned hotter than any wound, a festering humiliation that drove me from Alicia’s cramped cabin with a snarl still twisting my lips. My boots pounded the deck as I stormed toward the helm, the sea air sharp and briny in my lungs. I needed answers, and I needed them now. Ryker and Eleanor had strung me along for six miserable days, and I was done playing their game.I found the sailor hunched over the ship’s charts, his gnarled fingers tracing lines I couldn’t decipher. “Where are we?” I barked, looming over him. “Tell me exactly where this damned boat is!”Torin flinched, his eyes darting up to meet mine before dropping back to the parchment. He muttered something under his breath, then pointed to a looping pattern on the map. “We’ve… we’ve been circling, sir. Same stretch of sea for days.”The words hit me like a fist to the gut. Circling. My worst fear confirmed, laid bare in ink and cowardice. Rage surged t
Klaus' POVThe sixth day at sea stretched before me like an endless galaxy, the horizon a mocking line of unbroken blue. Not a whisper of the Capris Coven, not a shadow of land, just the ceaseless slap of waves against the boat and the briny tang of salt stinging my nose that I was already getting tired of. I stood at the deck, gripping the weathered railing, my patience wearing thin with every passing hour. And Ryker,damn him, his presence grated on me more with each day. I have been catching strange feelings from him for a while now, a quiet unease that coiled in my gut like a serpent.We had no reason to like each other, that much was clear from the start. But this? This was different. He moved through the ship like a ghost, detached, his eyes darting away whenever I tried to pin him down. He acted as though he hadn’t just crawled out of the Capris Coven’s habitation a few days ago, as though he wasn’t the one who’d sworn he knew the way. And Eleanor, since that strange night when
Sebastain's POVI watched Leila’s face shift as the weight of my revelation settled over her like a storm cloud rolling across a clear sky. Her hazel eyes widened, then narrowed, her lips parting slightly as if the words she wanted to say were caught in her throat. The dim light of the lantern flickered across her features, casting shadows that danced with her confusion.“She’s pregnant?” Leila’s voice cracked, disbelief threading through every syllable. “How could you not know?”The question stung, sharp and accusing, though I knew she didn’t mean it to wound me. I swallowed hard, my throat dry as ash, and forced the truth out. “I only just found out she’d been using wolfsbane tincture.”Leila’s brow furrowed, her frown deepening as she tilted her head, studying me like I’d spoken in a foreign tongue. “Wolfsbane tincture? That bitter mixture—doesn’t it weaken a wolf’s abilities over time?”“What do you mean?” My voice trembled, betraying the dread coiling tighter in my chest.She lea
Leila's POVThe moment Nathan’s urgent message reached me, scrawled in his hasty hand on a scrap of paper, I leapt into action. I lashed the reins of my carriage, urging the horses into a frantic gallop toward Bloodmoon Pack. The wind tore at my hair, the wheels rattling over the uneven road, but my mind was a storm of its own. Eleanor, pregnant with my brother’s child, had vanished on some reckless voyage to uncover her roots, without a word to Sebastian. And he, predictably, had gone berserk. The note was cryptic, lacking on details for security’s sake, but it carried a weight that sank into my bones. I didn’t understand it all yet, not fully, but I knew one thing I had to get to him before he went completely wild.The journey stretched across a full day, the sun climbing and sinking as the landscape blurred past, rolling hills giving way to dense forest, then the rugged outskirts of Bloodmoon territory. The horses frothed at the mouth, their breaths heaving in clouds of steam, and
Eleanor's POVThe nightmares didn’t relent. Night after night, they clawed at me, vivid and merciless, peeling back layers of truth I hadn’t been ready to face. The pain was a constant now, a dull ache that throbbed in my chest and temples, but I’d grown accustomed to it, numbed by the burning need to uncover the full details of the betrayal surrounding me. Each vision was a rough piece of a puzzle, and by the third night, the picture was complete, its edges sharp enough to draw blood. I woke that morning with the taste of anger on my lips, the echo of thunder still rumbling in my skull, and a clarity that felt both liberating and suffocating.After a sparse breakfast, bread and a sip of refreshing water that did little to settle my churning stomach, I summoned Ryker to my cramped quarters. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the sea deceptively calm beyond the porthole, its glassy surface mocking the storm brewing within me. I sat on the edge of my bunk, my hands clasped tightly in m
Sebastain's POVCapris Coven.The name alone sent a shiver racing down my spine, a cold dread that coiled tight around my chest. Eleanor was headed there, chasing some fool’s errand with our pup growing inside her, our pup, a secret she kept from me, a wound that festered deeper than I cared to admit. The last and only time I journeyed to that forsaken place, I had been a boy, barely old enough to understand the world beyond my pack. It was a nightmare etched into my bones, a blur of terror and misery that still haunted me decades later.I had been small then, clinging to my father's side as we sailed across a sea that seemed endless, its expanse swallowing the horizon. I didn’t know the route, only that it took days, each one worse than the last. The waves had tossed our rickety boat like a toy, the air thick with brine and the sour tang of my own vomit as seasickness wrecked my young body. I retched over the side until there was nothing left, my stomach a hollow pit.. I hadn’t under
Eleanor's POVThe secret of our pup, a fragile life growing within me, I had it kept locked away, hidden with lies about this journey. I had told him I needed to master my powers to understand it, when really I was on a journey to a land I didn't know, a people who were thought to be wiped from this realm. My deception didn’t absolve his, but it muddied the waters, blurring the lines between victim and villain. We had both wielded knives, and we had both drawn blood. None of us was innocent of hurting the otherBut Klaus and Alicia, those two were a different breed of poison. Their betrayal wasn’t born of love tbat turned sour for a moment or promises broken, it was calculated, cold, a blade aimed at my heart with no remorse. I didn’t need more visions to fuel my resolve. The ones I had seen were enough, their revelations shattering everything Ibelieved. My mind lingered on the Great War, a memory not from this life but etched into my soul by the visions. It hadn’t been the necessary