Sebastian's POVI sit at my grand oak desk, its surface littered with scrolls and ledgers detailing the urgent matters discussed at the recent elders’ meeting—issues of state that demand my attention. Yet, no matter how earnestly I try to focus, my thoughts drift inexorably to her: Eleanor.Her memory is a persistent whisper in the back of my mind. Our last encounter replays like a mesmerizing melody—the tilt of her head, the spark in her eyes, the subtle defiance in her voice—all hinting at a connection deeper than any duty-bound liaison. There’s an undeniable sense that she, like me, has been reborn, carrying echoes of our shared past. I can’t shake the impression that she remembers not only our marriage but also the pain I once inflicted, the mistakes that still haunt me, and she wants to have nothing to do with me.Guilt and regret surge through me with each recollection. I recall how my ambition, my insatiable hunger for vengeance, blinded me to the needs and emotions of the one
Alicia’s POVI strode into Sebastian's office feeling utterly radiant, as if the morning itself had conspired to make me irresistible. I had spared no effort in perfecting my appearance that day—a luxurious dress molded to my curves, the fitted bodice drawing the eye to my delicate neckline while the playful, short hem revealed just enough of my toned legs. My hair, freshly styled into loose, cascading waves, framed my face with an effortless allure, and a dash of makeup highlighted my best features. The subtle, intoxicating scent of my perfume trailed behind me like a secret, affirming my confidence with every step.I expected the moment I crossed the threshold that Sebastian’s gaze would meet mine, his eyes lighting up as they took in the sight of me, never unpeeling them from my body. Instead, he remained absorbed in a stack of papers, his focus unbroken by my entrance. Undeterred, I set a gleaming silver tray of lunch down on his desk with a soft clink that demanded attention."Se
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
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