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 39: Let Me Bear The Pain With YouAlpha Maverick’s PovI paused, her simple words stopping my sip of tea.Pyra? I stared at her for a few seconds and then my gaze narrowed on the file, and just right there, the photograph of Pyra sat. Her familiar crimson eyes seemed to shine beyond the pages, her vibrant red hair filled the photograph. Immediately, guilt washed over me, remembering that night—the last time I saw her. I could still feel the sting from my words that night and the way I treated her. It was all my fault. “Pyra, where are you?” I thought, my mind racing with regrets of my action. She had been taken into this pack after her former home was raided by the Moonblood pack under the direct order of Alpha Sam Moonblood. My sadness must have been palpable because my mother stared at me with a worried expression. “Are you alright, Son?” My mother’s voice broke through my
CHAPTER 142: Rose Bouquet Pyra’s POV:That night, after the event with Steven, I slept late. My mind churned with everything that had happened—the race, the moment his grey eyes locked with mine, and the subtle seduction. It was too much to handle, and for the longest time, I lay on my bed, replaying the memories over and over again. Maybe this was why sleep didn’t come easily, and when it did, my ears picked up the sound of a foreign voice. My ear tingled as I listened for the sound, hearing it coinciding with that of my babies. They were four months old now and wouldn’t know the difference between safe and dangerous. I sat up immediately, my heart hammering in my chest. The sound was faint but unmistakable. It was a voice—a low whisper that seemed to blend with the soft babbling of my babies in the adjoining nursery. My maternal instincts kicked in as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood.Padding silently across the room to the nursery, I pushed open the door. The
CHAPTER 141: Down The HillPyra’s POV:“You’re a mystery and puzzle I would like to solve, Alpla Rhaella.”I chuckled, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Hmmm, so what do you want to know?”“Everything,” Steven replied briskly as he stepped forward, his scent washing over me. I could feel his intense stare bearing down on me. I took a step back, but he simultaneously stepped forward. “I want to know the ins and outs of the great Alpha Rhaella. The very first Alpha Queen and female ruler of all Alphas and Lunaria as a whole.”The way he said it, it was like a dream. I couldn’t believe it myself; never in a million years would I have imagined I would be at such a level of peak as I was currently. “You’re exaggerating things. It’s not that big of a deal.” I said, still trying to step back, but his vest enveloped me. “It is a bit of a deal. The greatest deal ever in history. You’re a legend, Alpha.”I nodded, now looking down at my feet as they berated me. A sad smile spread across my lips
CHAPTER 140: The Punching LessonPyra’s POV: It was late in the evening and all I could do was stare at the horizon, the sky in a hue of orange, blue, and yellow, but my mind was far away. The sweat generated through the hours of workouts dropped from my body, soaking my clothes as they clung to my body like a second skin. My breath was still heavy, my muscles pumping with the remnant of the surge of adrenaline. Not feeling satisfied, I moved over and carried the heaviest weight, 200 pounds on a barbell, hoping to not only challenge myself but disrupt the thought of him ringing through my mind. But it wasn’t enough.The weight didn’t burn away the fire in my chest, the turmoil in my mind. With a frustrated growl, I hoisted the barbell high above my head, my muscles screaming in protest. But it wasn’t the pain I was after. It was the relief.And yet again, the weight failed to give me the relief I desperately sought, and I hurled it across the room in anger. It crashed onto the flo
CHAPTER 139: An Imposter’s CallThird person’s POV:Steven StoneClaw watched with a grim expression as the stupid insufferable Alpha of Fangborn pack, Alpha Maverick finished his meeting with his ministers on the balcony of their guest house.His piercing eyes swirled around the old men, and a chuckle escaped him. “This fool of an Alpha doesn’t even know that his ministers don't even care for him or his pack. They only care for what could fill their pockets.” Steven whispered in disgust, knowing the hearts of ministers for his father’s pack had one similar to these.“Why do they even need pack ministers huh? To waste pack funds?” He now understood why his father dismissed almost all his ministers before he started his course for domination. And Steven fully agrees with his father. Packs don’t need Ministers who just sit around and get paid highly for doing absolutely nothing. With a heave, Steven shook his head and left the balcony, already bored as those he was spying on had all go
CHAPTER 138: A Bit Of HopePyra’s POV:“I would go nowhere!”The deep baritone voice of Alpha Maverick echoed through the grand office, resonating with his unshaken resolve. I froze mid-movement, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of his words. Slowly, I lifted my head to meet his fiery gaze, my own eyes mirroring in challenge. I watched his towering frame as the room seemed to hold its breath, the tension crackling like lightning between us. How dare he? An Alpha, yes, but not my Alpha. Not the one to command me. I am the one true Alpha, and he dared disobey me?“Excuse me?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.“You heard me,” he replied, his voice low but carrying the weight of something I couldn’t decipher. “And I won’t repeat myself. Pyra…Oh, my apologies, Alpha Rhaella, have you taken a look at yourself now?”The more he spoke, the more shocked I was. What has prompted him to dare challenge or question me? I couldn’t even utter a word as I watched him step closer,
CHAPTER 137: Detached Maverick’s POV:“I would like you all to go back to the Fangborn pack. You are to resume your duties as soon as possible.” I said, taking a sip of my coffee as I watched the expression of my ministers. Minister Scott, my new minister of secret affairs adjusted in his seat, the skin on his forehead folding. “Alpha, if we go, you will be all alone here in the FireHeart pack.”“I will be just fine alone here.”But Minister Scott shook his head. “Alpha, it’ll be unreasonable to leave you all alone here. Even if not for your sake or ours, but for your mother, Luna Elodie. I know her throughout my years in the pack and she would kill us with her claws if we ever left you here.”I growled, suppressing my anger and frustration. They kept questioning my order even when I left no chance for questioning. “Minister Scott. Don’t make me repeat myself. You are to go back to the pack and oversee everything. I can’t leave the workload of the entire pack all to my mother alon
CHAPTER 136: Avenge MeThird person’s POV: The land remained heavy with silence, as though the earth itself held its breath in such a situation. Not a single leaf stirred, and even the wind seemed to shy away from the hallowed ground of the Fangborn pack. In the heart of the Fangborn Pack’s vast territory was an open clearing, a place steeped in reverence and history. This was no ordinary ground. It was the ground for the cremation of fallen heroes who risked their lives for the betterment of the pack as a whole. A place where the goddess shall open her arms and accept her children into her kingdom. This was the purest of places in the pack, where the vile between the living and the dead stands thinnest. But tonight, the sanctity of this place felt tainted. In the middle of this clearing stood a stone podium surrounded by grasses and hay, and tied to its smooth surface was none other than Beta Derick; a man now considered as Derick Cresentblood for his titles had already been strip
CHAPTER 135: Found Guilty Luna Elodie’s POV:I dropped the phone, a smile graced my lips. Justice. It had been the elusive goal driving me for weeks, and now, it was finally within my grasp. Standing from my seat, I smoothed my dress and made my way out of the office.The courthouse loomed ahead, its imposing structure blending modern design with the gravity of the centuries-old traditions upheld within. Inside, the air was heavy with authority, the faint scent of polished wood and paper blending with the murmur of voices.The Ministers of Fangborn pack were already gathered, their robes immaculate, their expression stern and unreadable. Each of the ministers represented a pillar of the judicial system of the pack. At the forefront sat the judge in black robes. As I entered, all eyes turned to me, and my smile stretched wider. Yes, I thought, one by one, the traitorous rats within my son’s pack would be rooted out and punished under the wrath of Luna Elodie. Under my wrath until the
CHAPTER 134: Breakfast Of BrawlsMaverick’s POV:The way Steven looked at Pyra made my skin crawl. I caught a glimpse of his grey eyes following Pyra’s every move, and I couldn’t help but question who he really was. Why was he so strange? And why do I feel like he’s interested in her in ways I couldn’t imagine? It wasn’t only the stare but the intensity in his eyes whenever he looked at her. The way it seemed to reach deeper, as if he saw something in her that I couldn’t.I couldn’t call it jealousy; there was just an irking feeling I always had whenever he was near. Steven turned a glaring eye at me, and I only stood there, my gaze following his every movement but mostly focused on his grey eyes. “Where have I seen those eyes before?” I questioned internally, trying to dig into my core memory for where I had seen such grey eyes. It was like the memory was at the tip of my brain, but whenever I wanted to pick it up and remember, it just vanished. Steven’s grey eyes could see that