Hello readers, I hope you've been enjoying this captivating book so far. Well, why do you think Minister Elais kept looking at Pyra? I'll be waiting for your answers.
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 40: The Rolex WatchLuna Elodie’s povI watched as my son left the dining room with Minister Blackthorn right behind him. I couldn’t help the reeling thoughts as my gaze dawdled on the doorway to which they departed. My attention shifted to Mr. Connor, standing at attention like a sentinel. His stoic face held no emotion, his stance unwavering. I concentrated on the food before me—cold and untasty, losing all appetite to even take a spoon. Mr. Connor made a movement to follow the dining maid out thinking I wasn't paying any attention to him, but I beckoned him, stopping him in his tracks. "Join me, Captain Connor," I beckoned, still focused on the meal that sat before me, untouched. Several seconds of silence followed after, and as he spoke, his voice was filled with hesitation and a slight bit of confusion. "That would be an honor, ma'am, but I've already had breakfast."My face stiffened, as I got angry by the nerve of the fool standing before me. “That is not a request,
CHAPTER 41: The Blurry Vibrant Hair Maverick’s povI stepped into my office, Minister Blackthorn following closely behind me. I rummaged through the disarray on my desk, looking for one thing in particular. “Where the fuck is it?” I questioned internally, my hands continuing to search for it. Then, my fingers brushed against a fancy letter. I took it; the sophisticated fire heart emblem adorned its center. I must have packed the official papers on top when I was busy and forgot to clear up the desk; hence, the letter was lost underneath the pile of documents and files—a casualty of my recent chaos. I was about to rip open the file with my claws, but Minister Blackthorn’s movement stopped me. I stared confusingly at him, looking down at the pocket knife he handed me. “Careful, my alpha,” Minister Blackthorn said, bringing the small pocket knife closer. “One has to be extra careful these days, especially with a pack teetering on the brink of danger.”I arched an eyebrow, scrutinizi
CHAPTER 42: A Group Of Abomination Luna Verona’s povThe chilly atmosphere hung heavy with tension as I leaned against the cool glass of my penthouse window, a sigh escaping my lips. After confirming that one of Sir Wilson's companions had immediate medical attention following the ambush, I returned to my private ward, where the chaos that occurred earlier was now just a memory, a figment of an imagination. The shattered room was now meticulously cleaned, bearing no scars from my confrontation with Minister Elais. Still, the weight of worry pressed down on my shoulder like a tonne of bricks, like a suffocating fog always constant. My thoughts shifted to my injury, and I raised my dress to inspect my wound. It had started bleeding again. I reached for the call button, my fingers pressing down on it firmly; the sound of beeping echoed in the silence of the room. Moments later, the nurse rushed in, her eyes searching until they rested on mine. “Where’s Beta Thane?”“He’s somewhere i
CHAPTER 43 : Alpha Duncan RedClaw Third person’s povThe clearing was eerily quiet; the silence shrouded everything within its grasp, even to the point of suffocation. Even the winds dared not whisper as it blew the leaves gently. This clearing, surrounded by towering trees, opened up like a hidden sanctuary within the dense embrace of the forest. The gnarled branches of these trees suddenly arched overhead, filtering the dying light of the day into soft, light, dappled patterns on the ground. The air was thick with scents of sweating bodies as that silence that once enveloped the clearing lasted only for a few thousandths of a second before a deafening roar erupted, tearing through the atmosphere as the sun settled its ambient glow on the assembled warriors, a deep undercurrent of ferocity palpable.The warriors were a sight to behold: bearded men, their hair and beards streaked red, standing shoulder to shoulder, looking more like a wild assembly of ancient Vikings.But under all
CHAPTER 44: The Tee’s Buds Pyra’s pov As I stood up from the cold toilet seat, I felt an odd mixture of relief wash over me. A smile finally graced my lips. The crimson stain in the bowl confirmed that my monthly visitor had finally arrived, although fashionably late, I might say. Just like Veronica had said, the ‘glow’ she had noticed wasn’t what I thought it was or rather emphasized about. With my period finally here, I felt a strange sense of normalcy returning back to my chaotic life. I was okay. I assured myself, flushing the toilet. I took a moment of time to myself and reached into my bag for the sanitary pad I had kept inside. After a brief struggle, I finally managed to fit it comfortably, and when I was done, I washed my hands while glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I looked… better than ever. My cheeks were now filled, and my hair glistened brightly under the fluorescent lights. I reached a hand to my face while turning my face side to side to view clearly. For
CHAPTER 45: The Heart Circus Pyra's pov I stepped inside with Veronica ahead of me, and the delicate chime of the door echoed behind us. My eyes drifted to the name above the entrance in elegant script: The Tee’s Buds. I couldn’t help the smile that danced on my lips. As we walked deeper into the restaurant, with the people all speaking to each other, I couldn’t help but admire the beauty of this place. The walls were painted in soft pastel shades, making me feel like I had entered another era. Another future. My gaze shifted upwards, and just there sat an ornate crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light over everything, making the room glow with an inviting warmth, even making the gallant individual's outfit shine. “Here!” Veronica led me to an empty table, and I sat admiring the place. Even the tables were set with immaculate white cloths and gleaming silverware, each plate setting arranged carefully. A small bouquet of fresh flowers in pastel h
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