CHAPTER 31: Down The LadderPyra’s povAs I lay on my bed, my mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. Everything seemed to be playing in fast-motion, not giving me anytime to comprehend and understand what had just happened. I was restless. Overly restless. Three days had long passed since I’d avoided mingling with people, and when I mean people, I mean everyone. That included Veronica. I was still trying to process the strange occurrences happening to me. Trying to grasp the concept at least. I continued to lay in the same way but readjusted my position, wanting to become comfortable on the bed, but all my attempts proved futile. I groaned, fishing out my phone, and busied myself playing Candy Bust, trying to distract my mind from the twirling thoughts that threatened to consume me whole. The pack had given me a phone, a symbol of trust, and my new membership, but ever since I got it, I’d barely used it. At first, I was shocked. I had never been given a phon
CHAPTER 32: Being WatchedPyra’s povMy eyes met his and his, met mine. I nestled closer to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around me, and that’s when more of his scent poured into my nose. It was Maverick, My Alpha Maverick. I was happy, no, ecstatic as I reached out to touch his face, remembering that eventful night with him. But my hand halted midway as a thick voice wafted through my ears. “Ok, knock it out!” The voice sounded. I blinked, trying to decipher whose this was as it didn't sound like My Maverick’s. I frowned, wondering what was going on and why Maverick sounded differently.But the voice came again, “As much this is pleasant for you, Pyra. May I remind you that this is no rom com.” I was taken aback, shocked and in that moment, whatever haze I was in cleared out and instead of the handsome face of Alpha Maverick, I met the stern face of Beta Thane. I gasped out of fear, my eyes widening at the realization that just hit me.“That's more like it,” Beta Thane n
CHAPTER 33: Painful Thoughts Luna Verona’s povI gazed out the window from the bed, the palace light twinkling like diamonds against the dark canvas of night. Three days now. For three days I have been confined to this hospital room and it has taken its toll. I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. The banquet preparations kept my mind occupied. I rubbed my temples, warding off the creeping headache. Ever since, Minister Elias’s suggestion had been a stroke of pure genius. We needed something to divert attention, to ease the tension between Alpha Sam’s pack and my pack that could be just what we needed to avoid all-out war. The tension was rising but a dine with the enemy would ease the growing tension. "No ill feeling, eh!" I smirked, recalling my earlier thoughts as I circled Alpha Sam's position on the seating arrangement plan. He didn’t know what game he had started. I would frustrate him to the breaking point. "We could as well place him right under the chande
Chapter 34: Static ChaosLuna Verona’s povBeta Thane stood at the entrance of the hospital room, his posture alert, confident, and calm, a stark contrast to the whirlpool of thoughts that raged in my mind. “You called for me, Luna.” I remembered paging him to come here.I nodded. “I did.”I walked over, passing by him as the sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with the familiar lingering aroma of the wine I had intended to savor later. I picked the bottle of wine—it was half empty now—and handed it to him; the cool glass slipped from my fingers into his steady grasp. I felt a sense of loss, as if relinquishing a piece of my comfort. “Where is Elais?” I asked, settling onto the bed, trying to find comfort myself amidst the unease that gripped me. “He’s on his way,” Thane replied, scanning the room as if expecting trouble to burst through the walls. He worries too much and most of the time, for no apparent reasons. Just after Thane finished speaking, and as if on cue, Elias walked in,
CHAPTER 35: At The BorderLuna Verona’s povSlowly, I turned angrily to Minister Elais. My voice was low, but every word dripped with venom. “You told me that all Alpha Sam needed was recognition. You told me that...” I broke off, too overwhelmed by rage surging up inside of me. My gaze locked on him as I advanced slowly, each step towards him a calculated move. An angry growl erupted from me, my wolf ready to pounce. Elais’s eyes never wavered from mine as he took hesitant steps back, his eyes filled with fear. “L-Luna, it's not…”I didn’t let him dare finish his lame excuse, instead interrupting him with a sharp growl. “It was all your idea, All yours! You told me to bid for peace, and now I’ve lost one of my own. Hell! He wasn’t the only one in that vehicle!” The room plummeted with tension, in the sterile hospital. The betrayal cut deep, he was one I trusted fully.Beta Thane, always the one of reason, attempted to intercede, his arms raised slightly in a peace sign, “Luna, let'
CHAPTER 36: Stolen Pastries Pyra’s povI trudged through the hallway, my feet heavy with exhaustion from the day’s work. I was famished. Finished with my chores for the day and I was ready to refuel. There was only one place that could grant me the satisfaction I needed: The kitchen. That was my destination, and just the thought of it made my stomach growl in anticipation. I pushed open the door, unbothered by the noise that was produced as it banged against the wall before closing shut. I dragged my feet towards the cabinet, grabbing a plate and sat at the far end of the maid’s dining hall, devouring my sumptuous food in silence. I ate like I never had before but no matter how much food I got into my stomach, it wasn’t just enough. My hunger gnawed at me, and I definitely knew where to find more. My gaze shifted towards the main kitchen by the corner, where the staff was busy preparing different dishes for the banquet night. My stomach growled as I saw the amount of different d
CHAPTER 37: The Gaze Of The Whisperer Pyra’s pov It was all so confusing. I struggled to make sense of what Veronica just said, her words making my brows furrow. Sir Wilson—who the hell is he? What treaty had he been pursuing? How did a peacemaker get ambushed? Questions swirled in my mind as I tried to catch up with the ongoing situation. The sheer absurdity of a peacekeeper getting ambushed tickled a dark corner of my mind. I couldn’t help as a giggle escaped me before I could suppress it. Shocked by my reaction, Veronica turned back to meet my eyes. “Cut it out, Pyra," Veronica said, her tone serious, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. "I'm trying, Vee, but it's not every day you hear about a peacekeeper getting home injured," I retorted, my amusement attaining its peak as laughter bubbling up again, a stark discrepancy to the severe atmosphere around us. Our laughter seemed to reach others around us and a senior nurse turned sharply, glaring at us. "You two need
CHAPTER 38: A Missing Maid Luna Elodie’s POV:My voice pierced through the grand dining hall, “What do you mean that we need more maids?” I demanded, my brows furrowing.The sunlight streamed through the fall windows, illuminating the long oak table where I sat, my breakfast already cold, left untouched as I focused intently on the headmistress. The headmistress's stern face flattered as she shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the files in her hands, opening her mouth and closing it. “Speak when I demand it.” I urged as I lacked the patience for her usual stuttering.She finally spoke, her voice hesitating, as if fearing my next response, which she should. “Most of the maids in the pack have quit, Luna. We’re running out of them here. Some have found their mates and are starting a family with their respective mates, while others have left the pack altogether.”I listened to her words. This was absurd. Such a thing had never happened before. A maid leaving the pack?The headmistress
CHAPTER 174: Betrayed PainSteven’s POV:I stirred, yawning loudly as I woke from my slumber. I opened my eyes, and the small light of the morning filtered into my eyes from the window.I blinked against the sting, groaning softly as I stirred from sleep. It was still too early in the morning but I was awake, energized. My body felt heavy, like it wanted more sleep—even though I knew I overslept. I turned on my side, dragging a hand over my face to wipe off the remnants of the strange unease clinging to me. Something felt… off.I didn’t know how to explain it as I stared at the ceiling but I felt that today wasn’t just going to be a normal day. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. The scent of the morning breeze drifted in, mixed with the faint perfume of pine from the woods beyond. My throat itched with thirst and I reached for the bottle of water beside my bed only to feel something crisp. I frowned, turning to see a letter sitting right there. What the hell?I turned on the ligh
CHAPTER 173: An Empty CradlePyra’s POV:Cold. That was all I could feel. It slipped into my bones, tearing at me from the inside. I couldn’t move, barely able to breathe except for the cold moisture that was so dense that it felt like I was breathing in water. I took another painful breath in, choking on it immediately. My choking seemed to snap me out of whatever I was in because one moment I could feel my eyes closed permanently shut, and air as thick and dense as liquid entering my lungs, and the next moment, I stood before a forest.The trees towered over all, animals ran into their hiding spots as if running from something dangerous. The branches of the towering trees crept like hands, promising a destructive hug but even with that, nothing could hide what hung prominently in the sky, casting red lights that bathed the ground. The moon. It was bleeding a bright crimson red. I veered around, searching all around me. As strange as this place was, it was familiar. I didn’t kno
CHAPTER 172: Revenge Served With A Syringe Third person’s POV:The darkness was persistent, not a ray of moonlight sipped through. The lands of Lunaria were bathed in total darkness. Not even the stars dared to blink. The once lively whispers of the wind had grown still, and even the wolves, proud guardians of the night, were silent—watching, waiting.And the lands of the FireHeart pack were not immune to this. Deep in the darkness, a pair of dark eyes blinked, making his way straight into the path where a lady waited patiently for him. He stopped before her, their eyes locked into each other, no words being spoken. After what felt like forever, Alpha Rhaella shifted, giving access to Alpha Maverick into her penthouse. Immediately he was in, she shut the door. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Maverick said, impatiently going to hold Rhaella’s hand, his body almost gluing to hers. Rhaella didn’t respond with words—she didn’t need to. The way her breath hitched, the way her fingers t
CHAPTER 171 : Death To OneThird person’s POV: Tonight— a day of celebration for the RedClaw pack. Banners of crimson and gold fluttered in the wind coming from the windows, strung from every pillar in the heart of the territory. In their celebratory halls, Soft Music drifted through the air, a cheerful tune that tried—desperately—to fill the silence that hung over the pack like a thick fog.A performance for the Alpha and his newly appointed Ministers who sat watching from their raised platform. The scent of roasted meat and sweet wine mingled with the heavier stench of anxiety. Eyes darted nervously. Voices were hushed. It was meant to be a wedding, after all.Natalie’s wedding.A dream she had always sought. Achieving what she always wanted; to be Luna. But not to the Alpha she wanted. She is, after all, now the bride to Alpha of the RedClaw pack. Natalie sat at the center of the highly perched table, different meals present and she was cloaked in white silk that shimmered lik
CHAPTER 170: Beneath The Sheep Clothing Pyra’s POV: I watched as Steven approached me, his gray eyes glinting with a light I hadn’t seen for quite some time now. What has made him this happy? I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. It was like he had just taken a bath, his hair a slightly rough mat, pulled back roughly as if he didn’t have time to properly comb it but for some weird reason, it made him look more incredibly handsome. I didn’t notice he was holding something until he was close to me before my gaze shifted towards his hands. There was a bouquet of flowers in one hand and in the other, what looked to be a gift box was present. I was silent as he stopped before me, my gaze still fixed on the gift box. What could be inside? Steven knew how much I didn’t like receiving gifts but if he was to bring one to me now, it meant it was something very important. Could it be what I think it is?I heard a small cough behind me and that was when I was brought back to reality. I tu
CHAPTER 169: Boxed FlowersMaverick’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of pine and damp earth as I made my way toward the penthouse. The sun had barely broken past the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet roads. It was rare for me to be up this early in the morning, but yesterday was restless, leaving me with no other choice.We were meant to eat breakfast with Alpha Rhaella, and the prominent figures of the pack but for a while now, Alpha Rhaella has stopped that act. Instead, everyone eats their meals in their own private space. Sure, I do understand her for the last few meetings we had in the dining room and it turned out to be disastrous. As I continued walking down the narrow road, I felt vibrations in my pants and fished out my phone, answering the call without looking at the caller ID. I knew who it was before her voice could pierce through. “Mother!”Why would she have called this early? Was there a problem or did she find out what I wanted
CHAPTER 168: Green Intruder Third person’s POV:The river roared through the heart of FireHeart Pack’s land, its currents swift and relentless, reflecting the fiery hues of the setting sun. This was the exact place where the infamous Alpha Rhaella, the Queen of Alphas was found half-dead. This place was the beginning and the birth of a legend. Beyond the river, the pack’s territory was vast, a stretch of dense pine forests and towering cliffs that cladded a well tiled road but yet, the sweet scent of damp earth and wild musk filled the air.This late in the evening, the riverbank was not a place of peace and serenity. No, it was far from that. It was alive with the sound of footsteps wading through the waist-deep water, their breath heavy, and eyes scanning the depths for a single object—the lost necklace of Alpha Rhaella. Steven StoneClaw stood in the waist-deep water, his powerful frame tense as he watched the flowing water with keen, vigilant eyes. The necklace was no ordinary
CHAPTER 167 : A Call Hindrance Luna Elodie’s POV:After Minister Scott, made sure he continued his investigations. I didn’t tell him much knowing if there was anyone who could tackle this problem, it would have to be me. I dug into my pocket, fishing my phone and instinctively dialing a single number. I watched the phone ring, the screen brightness doing nothing to deter my resolve. I waited for the call to be answered, standing from my seat due to restlessness. Now that I think about it, why would Maverick ask me to find out about someone? I’ve asked this question more times than I could count since given this mission, yet no answer played forth before me. Does he mean he doesn’t trust that person, or the person was a great danger?Steven StoneClaw! The name is foreign yet carries a weight of foreboding along with it. The call ended yet no one picked up the call. I paced around, watching the pack through the large window for several minutes, enjoying the peace that reigned today.
CHAPTER 166 : To Be Real Luna Elodie’s POV: Following the instruction given to me by my son, I called in Minister Scott for a deeper investigation than I could provide. As I waited for his arrival, I took a few minutes to check the news. One would be surprised just how much information could be acquired from what others deem useless or not crucial. I, on the other hand, get all the information from whatever source was provided to me. The minutes passed quickly as I scrolled through the news, my mind processing each tidbit of information. The headlines were filled with the usual chaos: political unrest, corporate scandals, and the ever-present shadow of global tensions. But I wasn’t looking for any of that. I needed something different, something that was of great importance. Lunaria has always been filled with political wars for decades. I need not hear of them now. What I needed was something specific, something subtle that would give me an edge, something others might o