Chapter 50: Confrontation Maverick’s POV:It’s been three days since I sent Minister Blackthorn to search. And for three days, there was silence, no words from him. I sat in my office, trying to focus on the letter I was writing to Luna Verona Fireheart of the Fireheart pack. The rumors of what had happened during their peace treaty spread like wildfire, and it was only fitting to send my condolences and wish the injured a fast recovery. Finishing the letter, I reached out where it was usually kept for my seal to stamp it shut, but my hands met an empty space I grunted, frustrated, as I bent towards the corner and opened one of the lower drawers to search for the seal. “There!” I muttered, but my fingers brushed on something as I reached for it. I bent lower, and my gaze locked on the stack of pictures beside it, the one minister Blackthorn had handed me some time ago. Curious, I pulled them out along with the seal. “Lyla,” I called out to my secretary as I stamped the letter, n
CHAPTER 51: Trust And An Affair Pyra’s PovIt was already late evening, and the night dazzled from the bright streetlight, the moon hung so dim in the dark sky. I rested against the window, watching the moving vehicles as they sped by. The unsettling silence between Veronica and me was palpable, feeling increasingly louder than the engine's hum. Since we began driving, I could feel her eyes biting into me, burning a hole in my side as she occasionally turned to stare at me. I didn’t bother to ascertain her attention, keeping my face turned away, pretending to be lost in the darkness beyond the window. “Pyra,” Veronica called, her soft voice tearing the unsettling silence. “Hmmm?” I hummed a noncommittal response, not in the mood to discuss and hoping the conversation she wanted to strike would end before it even began. “Is there anything you want to tell me?” She said her voice barely above a whisper. “No,” I replied, keeping my gaze steady on the moving ground outside. “You k
CHAPTER 52: Whisperer Billy Scott Maverick’s pov“What?”“Why would you even consider telling Beta Derick?” Mother’s voice was sharper than usual, her gaze unblinking as she watched me.I shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with that, feigning indifference. “Why shouldn’t it be? I trust him. He’s my Beta and my right-hand man. Isn’t that reason enough?”She didn’t respond immediately, her expression thoughtful as she continued to sit there. She looked kind of wary of something. I remembered how Derick had reassured me that rejecting Pyra was the best decision to make, that it would give me time to find a stronger and more capable Luna. To find my “true mate.” As he said. Mother turned to the door as though someone might overhear what she was about to say. She leaned into the desk, her voice low. “Listen to me, Son,” she said quietly, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. “This conversation stays between us, okay? No one—not even your Beta—should know of it. I’ve been noticing thin
CHAPTER 53: The WandererLuna Verona’s povMy hands shuffled through the endless paperwork on my desk, trying to get a grasp of what I was reading, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was tangled deep with thoughts of what Sir Wilson had revealed after he came back to the pack. Just who are these people—these red-haired beings? I thought to myself. “It couldn’t be possible. They couldn’t be… crimson wolves, could they?”No! This must all be a misunderstanding. Sir Wilson must simply be too scared to register what he saw, but I knew Wilson. He was a man of his word. He would never be mistaken, that’s why I trusted him. It must be true. The crimson werewolves. It couldn’t be. I closed my eyes, trying to think clearly. The crimsons have been extinct for as long as I can remember, except for my mate, the last of his kind. They had always been rare, the rarest of wolf-kind, born only in small numbers every century, each of them possessing immense power and mystery. Yet here I was, confronte
CHAPTER 54: Spilled TeaPyra’s povMy body stayed stilled as the car camped to a screeching halt, frozen in the middle of the road. Horns blared from behind as Veronica’s car blocked a line of cars, each one of their horns louder and angrier, but it was like Veronica couldn’t hear them as she didn’t even bulge, sitting there like she was in a trance.She stared at me with a widened eye, as if processing the bombshell I had just dropped. I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to meet her gaze as I glanced in the rearview mirror at the annoyed drivers pulling up. “Ummm, Veronica? Can you… umm… move?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, a part of me hoping she wouldn’t even hear me. “What did you just say?”I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe, feeling my pulse in my throat. Now I regret saying it out loud, but it was already too late. I couldn't take my words back. “I said I had an affair.” Her eyes widened as she searched my face as if searching for a hint of a lie, her
CHAPTER 55: Find The SeerLuna Verona’s povI watched as my office emptied, minister Elais walking out, his long coat sweeping across the polished marble floor. I let the silence linger in for a moment, feeling comfortable in the peace it provided before calling out to him."Minister Elais, wait.”In my words, he paused his hands on the doorknob. He didn’t turn; I needed him not to. I clicked my teeth, thinking deeply. “Summon the Ministers,” I commanded, my voice steady. “And…”“Find me the Seer, Madraya.”His body was stationary as he turned back slowly; one of his eyebrows raised in questioning. “The seer, Luna? Are you sure?”I didn’t answer him, so he continued. “For decades, her reputation has been in ruins. People are no longer certain of her so-called …gifts.”I gritted my teeth in annoyance with his questions, but I understood where he came from and his hesitation. “I know that. Her reputation is in ruins because I made it so. But this time, I need her. She must find someth
CHAPTER 56: Panic Mode Natalie’s povI watched in anger and embarrassment as Maverick left the chamber, ignoring me completely. Every deliberate step he took away from me felt like a slap to my pride, a heavy blow to my confidence. I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists as my claws dug painfully into the skin of my palm. After every effort, I had applied. After everything I’d done—every subtle and most obvious signal, every carefully chosen word—he dismissed me as if I were nothing. He knew what I was offering. I wasn’t playing games. My actions were clear, leaving no room for doubt, but he still walked away. The nerve.The utter disrespect. I punched the bed in anger, scattering a few papers across the silk sheets. They fluttered down slowly as if mocking me. My gaze landed on the photograph lying on top. What was he even focused on? A pile of stupid pictures? I picked one of the papers, studying it carefully. “Nah,” I threw it distractedly, but before I could turn my gaze awa
CHAPTER 57: Wine On Console Maverick’s povMy body froze as the sharp scent of the spilt wine hit my nose, and splashes of it stained my coat. I stared in shock as irritation began to bubble just beneath my skin. “What the hell?” I muttered, facing Natalie as she stood there, looking as if she had just unknowingly stumbled onto a picnic instead of barging into a private meeting in the conference room. She laughed, apologizing a little as her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a faux innocence I’d grown too familiar with. She didn’t even seem fazed by the chaos of the moment. “Who the hell brings wine near a system?” I snapped, angrily pointing to the now-useless console at the center of the conference room, wires flickering with dying sparks.“Ummm, w-what?” Natalie stuttered, blinking innocently at me while tilting her head slightly in confusion. “I… s-saw a maid bringing t-he glasses of… w-wine in,” she continued to stammer, her tone light and airy like she wasn’t standing. In t
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