Hello Readers, At this point, some of us relates with Natalie and understands her. You've given everything and more to your lover, just for one day he wakes up to love another. But then, don't you think it is right to leave? Or, do you keep fighting? Tell me, what would you do?
CHAPTER 63: Bile Pyra’s POVI sat down on my bed, thinking of how I would go to the hospital. I had no chores for the day, thankfully. Resting my head back on the pillow, I realized I was unarguably weak today. It has been a rollercoaster for awhile as the pack has witnessed a lot of unambiguous events. Since the matter with the peacemaker, the pack has become eerily quiet as everyone felt a glooming shadow hovering over them. To each their own, indeed. But gradually, I believe the pack will return to its bustling activities.As I lay on the bed, I suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit me, bile rising from my throat. I grimaced as a violent stump rose from my chest causing me to clutch my chest. I felt the acidic taste of bile burn the back of my throat. I swallowed deeply, trying to cool it with some saliva as my body suddenly felt heavy.I shook my head, the room tilting to the side slightly and the edge of my vision blurring. I forced myself to sit up, breathing heavily to calm mys
CHAPTER 64: The Fool In The Game Luna Elodie’s POV One week had passed since I sent Mr. Connor to investigate and gather more about Pyra, and my patience was wearing thin. The silence from his end felt suffocating, and it gnawed at my nerves. I leaned back a little in my chair, letting my eyes wander over the piece of art I’d drawn earlier. It was simple yet detailed to perfection—a sketch of the crescent moon encircled by flames. The same flames that symbolize the era of the crimson wolves centuries ago. A flame that represented their uniqueness and strength, while the moon represented their resilience. I traced a finger over the delicate lines of the painting, sighing. “Resilience,” I murmured to myself, picking up a paintbrush and adding the last touch to the painting. “But at what cost?” A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I said, I waited as the door creaked open, and the scent of Connor wafted into my nostrils. “Any news?” I didn’t
CHAPTER 65: Two Distinct LinesPyra’s POV:The silence in the lab was thick like a fog I couldn’t wade through. I glanced up at Veronica who worked opposite me, her hands steady as she mixed the potions, and her brows furrowed in concentration. The rhythmic clink of glasses and the faint bubbling of liquid in the apparatus were the only sounds in the lab, yet they felt deafening in the stillness.Veronica has begun making a medicine for my sudden illness, but she didn’t want to tell me what it was, saying until she was 100% sure. I looked down at the portion, turning it slowly to recognize the ingredients. I should’ve been able to name every ingredient, every herb, every mineral she used. It was my craft and domain after all. But as I stared into the swirling liquid before me, for the first time in my life, my mind drew blank. The mixture shimmered with an iridescence I couldn’t place, a mystery even to me.“You sure that’s for me—“ I wasn’t able to complete my sentence as my sto
CHAPTER 66: Can't Breathe Pyra’s POV I panicked. Why wouldn’t I? Two lines. I couldn't breathe. My breathing hitched in my throat. “No, no. This couldn’t be…” I gasped, shaking my head and body as if the sheer denial I emitted could alter this reality. “I-I can’t be. No!” Two lines. Two. I backed away from the sink, my back hitting the door as my legs trembled beneath me. What would this mean for me? For him? Just the thought of his name sent a fresh wave of nausea crashing over me—not just a physical one, but raw emotion. I choked on a sob. “Pyra?” Veronica’s worried voice came through the door, this time firmer than before as I heard footsteps approaching. “Pyra, is everything okay? Please talk to me.” Her voice was accompanied by a light knock on the door. Breath, Pyra. Breath. I opened the door to the bathroom slowly, just enough for her to step in. She stared at me, her eyes darting from my pale face to the test strip lying on the edge of the sink. She need
CHAPTER 67: An Unexpected FacePyra’s POV:The end of our shift couldn’t come soon enough. My breathing was laboured as I and Veronica raced out of the hospital, embracing the cold evening air as it hit our faces. We had been brainstorming, spending most of the day weighing our options—whether Veronica should write a formal request to Luna, asking permission for me to stay with her and her family. It seemed like it was the only way forward instead of staying back in the pack if ever the information about my condition got out. Everything about the plan to request Luna’s permission was great, but there was one looming problem—her father. Would he even agree to this arrangement? It was a question that hung between us like a storm cloud refusing to clear up. The elevator finally chimed and the doors opened to the bustling grind floor, and as we hurried out, my shoulder collided with someone—hard. I stumbled back, almost falling if not for Veronica catching me just in time. I looked up
CHAPTER 68: Shreds Of Clothing Natalie’s POV“Get out of my fucking way!” I snarled, shoving a maid to the side without a second glance. The icy wind from the open window bit at my skin as I stormed through the hallway. My chest heaved, rising and falling with so much pressure that I thought it would burst. I kept on replaying the confrontation I had with Maverick in my mind. “How dare he think of leaving me?” I spat, my voice trembling with rage. My hands balled into fists as my pace quickened. It wasn’t just him, no, it was more—it was her!My eyes narrowed as her image flashed in my mind, that wretched ginger freak. Even in her death, she still tormented me, taking the heart of the man I loved. If only there was a way to kill her not once, but a million times, I would do it without hesitation. “FUCK!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, unable to conceal the whirlpool of anger that surged from within. I scanned my surroundings and I was at the edge of the forest. The air was da
CHAPTER 69: The Kitchen DramaPyra’s PovVeronica and I stood at the edge of the dining room as Madraya stared intently at me. I couldn’t move; hell, I could barely even breathe. All my voluntary actions centered on the experience I had with this Seer. Madraya met my gaze; hers’ was unflinching, never staring away for even a second. “Have you met her before?” The sound of Mr. Hargrove’s voice shattered the silence of the house, and I turned to see him looking at Madraya, his eyes holding confusion. Madraya gave a cold smile, one that spoke of something that could shatter my very existence. “Let’s say we had a little hope—““Okay, Dad.” Veronica interrupted Madraya, facing her father. “We just came back from a long day in the hospital and need much rest. So…we need rest."Veronica’s father, Mr. Hargrove’s eyes narrowed on Veronica. “Do not interrupt my conversation,” he then turned to Madraya. “Have you met her before?”Madraya kept a close eye on both of us as she turned in our d
CHAPTER 70: A Doctor's Dilemma Pyra’s POVUtter silence filled the room. This was no ordinary silence, no, it was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest, suffocating and heavy. Madraya’s words hung in the air like a looming presence, resonating with an ominous weight that seemed to root everyone in place. A sudden cold enveloped me and I could see my breath coming out in small puffs. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired, my head fuzzy and unable to process what she had just said. She knew. She knew everything. Three!My knees trembled and buckled, the room spinning slightly and I stretched my hands out towards the dining chair beside Madraya and sat into it, needing stability before I collapsed into myself. What’s all this? I didn’t want this! No! I never wanted anything like this. I turned my gaze towards Veronica standing by the entrance of the dining room, searching her face for answers or even some semblance of reassurance but… her confidence was history. She wa
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