CHAPTER 6PYRA's POV:“Rhaella.” “Rhae…lla.” Oh No, not again. That same deep voice. I touched the ground, expecting to feel the cold marbled floor, but instead was met with something soft and cool. My memories came flooding back—the torture, the mistletoe, the silver burns. I shuddered, fear creeping up my spine like a slow-moving fog. Just then, I heard the voice calling that same name. “Rhaella.” The voice followed with a piercing howl, sending cold shivers down my spine. I forcefully opened my eyes, feeling confusion creeping in as I pushed upwards and knelt. Shockingly, I was fully healed with no injury in sight. “Where am I?” I croaked, scanning my surroundings. A figure stood before me. It was the same mysterious man, with red hair similar to mine and piercing crimson orbs for eyes. The crescent moon on his shoulder seemed to gleam with a soft light. “You’re closer, Rhaella.” He said, his deep voice echoing through the clearing. “Close to home, close to fulfilling you
CHAPTER 7Maverick’s POVI reviewed the papers on my desk, endeavoring to focus on what lay in front of me, but my mind wandered back to her again. I’ve been plagued by the constant reminder of Pyra. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake off her crimson eyes and her scent off my head. I sighed as I picked up a file while standing up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, and I paced around the office. My heavy footsteps echoed off the walls of my office but I couldn’t care less. I only cared about her. My line of sight directed back to my desk— the same spot where I took Pyra. I remembered the soft touch of her pale white skin, her bright piercing eyes boring into mine, and the electricity that sparked whenever our bodies touched. She was too weak to be my mate, yet her fiery spirit lured me into her embrace. Where was she anyway? I haven’t seen her for days now. I walked back to the exact spot and traced my hands where she once lay. I felt hot inside, the memory playing
CHAPTER 8: To Have His Heir NATALIE's POV:I could never get used to this sensation. The taste of absolute control and I basked in it. I triumphed internally as the guards moved out under my single command, and with a satisfying smirk plastered on my face, I knew I loved every bit of this.This was what power felt like; Being able to manipulate anyone and everything with just a single word. I could have just anyone bowing at my feet and worshiping, or else they’d face the consequences.The single thought of anyone taking my place as the Luna of the Fangborn pack didn't bode well with me. It was unbearable to even think about it. Anyone who dares glance at Alpha Maverick so much as in the wrong way would have me to deal with, personally.Not even that pathetic, useless Omega, Pyra, would ever take my rightful position. I was born to be Luna, and that bitch, Pyra, wanted to take my birthright. Let's just say she won't be seen or missed anytime soon.I made sure my brother and the pack
CHAPTER 9: Welcome To FireHeart Pack PYRA's POV: "This is going to be your quarter for the time being," said Veronica, showing me a huge room that was about seven times the size of my former room in my fangborn pack. I marveled at the beauty of this pack. It was large as it was beautiful. "You can clean up here; Luna would like to see you briefly, so we have to hurry up." Veronica showed me to the bathroom and then pointed to the bed where a fresh, clean dress was kept. "You should change into that, Luna loathes dirt with all her being." "And you remain a fascinating mystery to me. You haven't told me your name," smiled Veronica, her eyes bright with curiosity. That's true. I have been watching everything play out in front of me, too shocked to even utter a statement or ponder my own emotions. Looking at Veronica, I understood she was only being cordial but never wanted to hurt me like everyone has done since I was born. "P-py," I struggled to say, but my throat was s
CHAPTER 10: The Only Way Natalie’s POV: I glared at Luna Elodie for destroying everything when I was so close to achieving my goals. My heart raced with panic as I locked eyes with her bright, surprised ones, filled with rage. She had caught me red-handed, and I knew I had to think fast to cover my tracks or risk destroying everything I'd worked for. “Luna. W-what are you doing here?” I stammered softly, trying to sound nonchalant despite the growing panic I felt within and the fact that I was still straddling Maverick’s unconscious body with my legs. I watched Luna Elodie’s eyes narrow as she gazed at the salacious position. I was still stuck with her son as her gaze flickered to Maverick before returning to meet mine. “What the hell have you done, Natalie?” She demanded, her voice dangerously low and menacing. I stood up slowly, strapping my bra to cover my exposed chest while drawing the lace gown to cover my body, though my attempt proved futile. I nervously fo
CHAPTER 11: Start AnewPyra’s POV:I gasped as my eyes snapped open.My heart raced within my chest as I struggled to breathe. I was drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs. “It was just a nightmare. Only a nightmare.” I chanted softly, trying to reassure myself to let go of my past, but the memories still lingered, haunting me with every step of progress I made. As I laid on my bed, I felt a presence in the room, scrutinizing my every movement. Tucking my hair to the back of my ears, I veered around to see a figure standing in the shadows, watching me ever so closely. I yelped out in shock, almost falling off the bed. It was Luna Verona; she was watching me with her piercing gaze. My skin crawled as I feared she had watched me tremble from my nightmare. What would she think of me now? Would she see me as the coward I truly am and discard me due to my uselessness?“Luna!” I tried to keep my voice steady. “D-do you need me for anything?But she didn't respond. She simp
CHAPTER 12: Restricted RoomPyra’s POV:It's been weeks since I joined the Fireheart Pack. It was so surreal, but yet, everything I had dreamed about for a normal life. I wasn’t bullied by everyone in the pack, I wasn’t called a freak, and I wasn’t beaten or maltreated.My new future had been navigating the grand castle-like pack house, which never seemed to have any end as it stretched far beyond. I was both thrilled and intimidated by the opulence of the Fireheart Pack and how they respected each other, irrespective of your status. Well, most of it anyway. I had only visited the castle when summoned by Luna Verona, though, most of the time escorted by a pack guard or by Beta Thane. The inside of the pack and also the pack house was too large for me to memorize within only a few weeks. Everywhere felt like uncharted territory, and no matter if I hated saying this, I relied on the escort of Beta Thane and his ever-so-watchful eagle eyes through the labyrinthine halls. It really i
CHAPTER 13: The Cloaked Figure PYRA’s POV:My breath hitched in my throat, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe or what it even meant to breathe. Her voice sent shivers down my spine as she spoke my name. I couldn’t close the velvet curtains due to being frozen in shock. I felt like I had been caught red-handed, which was what was happening. And I couldn’t help but wish I was only hallucinating that I heard my name being called. "Pyra." Luna Verona repeated. My heart sank. I was in trouble—big trouble. What should I do? Run or faint? I ranked my thoughts for a reasonable escape plan, but nothing substantial seemed to come to mind. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I was about to open the velvet curtain and reveal myself since she had detected I was there, but I paused. Not from fear of being caught or how Luna found out I was here, but from where her eyes were directed. She was looking directly at the red box and not at me any longer. She approached the red box, standi
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