«ADRIAN’S POV»I quickly catch Clara before she can fall, her body limp against mine, and my heart nearly stops when I see the blood pouring from her abdomen. It’s everywhere, staining her clothes, my hands, the tilted floor beneath us.“Clara… don’t… don’t close your eyes,” I beg her, my voice trembling, shaking her shoulders gently… no, roughly too, because I’m panicking. I watch helplessly the way her eyes flutter, opening and closing, like she’s slipping away right in front of me. “A-Adrian…” She gasped painfully, holding me closer, and her face squeezing in pain I wish it was me. “Clara! Stay with me—damn it, don’t you dare close your eyes!” I shout at her. “She’s bleeding!” Brandon gasp with his eyes wide. “Clara!” Lusaka panick, dropping down beside us, his face pale with fear. He touches her cheeks, patting them frantically, his hand trembling as he checks the terrible wound on her abdomen. His lips tighten. “Shit,” he curses, the word punching the air like a gunshot.“W
«ADRIAN’S POV»I meet his glare, his eyes full of fury and grief, and for a second, I don’t recognize myself. The man I used to be would’ve fought him, would’ve claimed what he thought was his.But now…“I’m not here to take her, Lusaka,” I grind out, my voice rough, my throat tight. “I just… I need her alive.”The rogue king scoffs bitterly. “You didn’t care about that before, did you? Back when you left her bleeding the first time.”His words are a blade in my chest. I stagger back a step, guilt heavier than anything I’ve carried before.“I made mistakes,” I admit hoarsely, my voice breaking, “I made the worst fucking mistake of my life. And I’ll regret it until the day I die. But don’t you dare think I don’t want her breathing right now.”Brandon curses again, working faster as he checks her pulse frantically. “Come on, Clara… stay with us, girl. Don’t give up now.”I can’t take it.I move closer, just a step —Magnus howling, desperate to touch her, to feel her heartbeat, to know s
«ADRIAN’S POV»I glared at her. “Not interested, Jasmine.”She threw her head back and laughed, eyes twinkling as she rested her elbow on the bar, eyes never leaving mine.“Why Alpha Adrian?” She drawled, trying to act sexy enough to tempt me. I gave her a sharp glance, my voice flat. “How do you know me?”She shrugged, taking a sip. “Everyone knows who you are. The big bad Alpha. Killer of kings. Breaker of rules. Heard a lot about you.”I huffed, downing the rest of my drink. “Well… ‘they’ clearly don’t know shit.”Jasmine leaned in again flirtingly, her perfume too strong it gave me a headache. “I dunno… you look exactly like the stories say. All brooding, dark, and tragic.” She grinned playfully. “But… I see it in your eyes. You’re not as heartless as they think.”I scoffed, motioning at the bartender for another drink. “Don’t pretend you know me.”She raised a brow. “I don’t have to. It’s obvious. Men don’t drink like that for no reason.” She tipped her head at me with curious
« CLARA » The Blood Moon Ceremony is only a week away, and the Dark Howl Pack is buzzing with excitement. Anticipation hums in the air weaving through every conversation, every movement. Preparations are underway everywhere I look—ornaments hanging from trees, banners fluttering in the wind, and omega servants rushing to ensure no detail is overlooked. Alphas, Lunas, Betas, and Gammas from the neighboring packs, including those far and wide, will attend the upcoming ceremony. Tonight, the atmosphere within the Dark Howl pack feels particularly alive, brimming with activity as everyone works tirelessly to prepare. I move through the marbled hall with my head held high, exuding pride and grace. As the newly appointed Luna—a role I've held for six months now—it falls to me to oversee these preparations. Every arrangement must be flawless; nothing can go wrong. As I give orders to the omega servants about how to hang the final ornaments, I notice a sudden ripple of murmu
« CLARA » Like a black panther, Adrian stands protectively in front of my small frame, his huge naked body glistening under the moonlight, his tanned muscles rippling as he shifts slightly, ready to pounce if needed. A figure emerges from the shadows, and my breath hitched. But it wasn't an enemy—it was Ryan, Adrian's beta and childhood friend. I huff in relief. Ryan smirks as he approach, his hands raises in mock surrender. “I knew I’d find you two here.” Adrian growls low in his throat, a warning to Ryan not to overstep. I quickly finish to dress, my cheeks burning as Ryan’s eyes flick to me for a split second. “Ryan Coleman,” Adrian’s voice becomes colder, “Look at my mate one more time and I will tear your eyes out!” Ryan visibly flinches but recovers quickly, turning his back to give me privacy. “Why are you here?” Adrian gnarls at his beta, clearly irritated. “There’s a meeting in your office,” Ryan answers, “Alpha Elijah, Andromeda, and some council el
« CLARA » The following days drift by like a blur with it a day to the Blood Moon ceremony. The thought sends a rush of excitement through me because this was the first ceremony I'd organized ever since I became Queen of the Dark Howl pack. Thankfully, I carried out my task perfectly, and we could only wait for the day to arrive. But lately, the air in the pack has changed. Aside from the upcoming ceremony, the prophecy was all anyone talks about now. I see the unease in their eyes, feel the tension in every whispered conversation. Some people were afraid. Others were suspicious, as they believed the cursed wolf could be among them. I refused to let such nonsense ruin my joy or deter my attention from the ceremony preparations. Dressed in a flowing blue gown that clings to my curveous hourglass body, I stride confidently through the packhouse. My heels click softly against the polished floor. As an Alpha’s daughter, I keep my head high, knowing the respect I command
« CLARA » The night of the blood moon ceremony finally arrives. Standing in front of my vanity, I smile, adjusting my gown and taking in my reflection. The red fabric clings to my curves in all the right places, elegant yet bold, with a split from the knee down, flowing like liquid fire. My black hair is pulled up into a sleek ponytail, and the omega servants apply just the right amount of makeup—subtle yet enhancing my features. I looked… breathtaking. A soft knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. "Luna, the Alpha King is waiting," the omega’s voice comes from outside. Taking in a deep breath, I snatch up my black diamond purse, which matches my black heels flawlessly. With one last subtle glance at the mirror, I made my way out of the room. As I descend the grand stairs, the omega servant closely follows behind until we reach the parking lot. Ryan stands by the car, waiting. His eyes briefly scans me before he bows slightly. "You look stunning, Luna," he com
« CLARA » My body turns to ice, every nerve tingling with dread. The air feels suffocating, pressing down on me as the word ‘execution’ reverberates in my mind like a death knell. Panic surges through me, gripping my chest so tightly that I can barely breathe.My dilated pupils slowly sweep over the crowd gathered in the clearing, and what I see makes my heart ache —cold, disdainful stares. These are the same faces that once looked up to me with admiration and respect. Now, they glare at me with hostility, their eyes cold and unyielding. To them, I’m no longer their Luna—I’m a harbinger of doom.“We must be quick to carry out the Luna’s execution as soon as possible,” Andromeda speaks out, her voice carrying over the restless murmurs. As a revered figure in the pack, her words carry weight, and the crowd quickly falls silent. All eyes shift to her.“There's no time to waste. The longer she remains, the stronger her evil powers will become. If we wait any longer, they’ll spread a
«ADRIAN’S POV»I glared at her. “Not interested, Jasmine.”She threw her head back and laughed, eyes twinkling as she rested her elbow on the bar, eyes never leaving mine.“Why Alpha Adrian?” She drawled, trying to act sexy enough to tempt me. I gave her a sharp glance, my voice flat. “How do you know me?”She shrugged, taking a sip. “Everyone knows who you are. The big bad Alpha. Killer of kings. Breaker of rules. Heard a lot about you.”I huffed, downing the rest of my drink. “Well… ‘they’ clearly don’t know shit.”Jasmine leaned in again flirtingly, her perfume too strong it gave me a headache. “I dunno… you look exactly like the stories say. All brooding, dark, and tragic.” She grinned playfully. “But… I see it in your eyes. You’re not as heartless as they think.”I scoffed, motioning at the bartender for another drink. “Don’t pretend you know me.”She raised a brow. “I don’t have to. It’s obvious. Men don’t drink like that for no reason.” She tipped her head at me with curious
«ADRIAN’S POV»I meet his glare, his eyes full of fury and grief, and for a second, I don’t recognize myself. The man I used to be would’ve fought him, would’ve claimed what he thought was his.But now…“I’m not here to take her, Lusaka,” I grind out, my voice rough, my throat tight. “I just… I need her alive.”The rogue king scoffs bitterly. “You didn’t care about that before, did you? Back when you left her bleeding the first time.”His words are a blade in my chest. I stagger back a step, guilt heavier than anything I’ve carried before.“I made mistakes,” I admit hoarsely, my voice breaking, “I made the worst fucking mistake of my life. And I’ll regret it until the day I die. But don’t you dare think I don’t want her breathing right now.”Brandon curses again, working faster as he checks her pulse frantically. “Come on, Clara… stay with us, girl. Don’t give up now.”I can’t take it.I move closer, just a step —Magnus howling, desperate to touch her, to feel her heartbeat, to know s
«ADRIAN’S POV»I quickly catch Clara before she can fall, her body limp against mine, and my heart nearly stops when I see the blood pouring from her abdomen. It’s everywhere, staining her clothes, my hands, the tilted floor beneath us.“Clara… don’t… don’t close your eyes,” I beg her, my voice trembling, shaking her shoulders gently… no, roughly too, because I’m panicking. I watch helplessly the way her eyes flutter, opening and closing, like she’s slipping away right in front of me. “A-Adrian…” She gasped painfully, holding me closer, and her face squeezing in pain I wish it was me. “Clara! Stay with me—damn it, don’t you dare close your eyes!” I shout at her. “She’s bleeding!” Brandon gasp with his eyes wide. “Clara!” Lusaka panick, dropping down beside us, his face pale with fear. He touches her cheeks, patting them frantically, his hand trembling as he checks the terrible wound on her abdomen. His lips tighten. “Shit,” he curses, the word punching the air like a gunshot.“W
«CLARA’s POV»“Where is Ophelia now?” I grit and turn to Ravenanna. “Being dragged towards the pack hospital like a sack of potatoes,” my best friend chuckles dryly.I’m not happy to hear about Ophelia.In fact, I’m downright angry.Standing on the training grounds, my eyes still watching my warriors who are resting, I can't push away the anger that boils inside me. My mind keeps drifting back to the news Ravenna just delivered: Ophelia has been caught in one of my traps.My first reaction? I don’t care. Not even a little bit.Ophelia has been a curse in my life for as long as I can remember. She and her mother, Tiara, are the ones who have torn my world apart.I don’t even feel a single ounce of sympathy for her. I don’t care if she’s hurt or even dead. Ophelia is nothing but trouble. Like I said, she and her mother have ruined my life. If anything happens to her, good.But then, my eyes snap to Adrian, who has been standing silently. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem moved by the news
—CLARA—The sun burned high above, its heat scorching the dusty ground beneath my boots. My throat was dry, and sweat clung to every inch of my skin like a second layer. Yet I stood tall, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Around me, the rogue warrirors, my warrirors, pushed themselves to the edge under my commands. Muscles strained, bodies dropped into the dirt, and grunts of effort echoed across the training ground. But no one gave up—not today, not under my watch. Because I wasn’t going to let them.I couldn’t.If we were going to survive the war Marcus and the other alphas were planning… if I was going to protect my people, my home, I had to push harder. Train smarter. Build warriors who were not only fierce but unbreakable.My voice rang out over the yard. “Push-ups! No slacking! Do you think Marcus will show mercy because you’re tired? Again!”Their groans only fueled my drive. I didn’t want pity. I wanted strength.Two hours passed, maybe more. My body screamed in exhaust
«THIRD POV»With Marcus gone, Ryan’s fists were still clenched when he was about to turn the corner of the pack house. His heart was racing, the air in his lungs thick with rage after what that old Fox had just said. Every bone in his body screamed for a fight, but he knew better. Now wasn’t the time. But then, another block.In front of him was the last person he wanted to see… “Move!” He snapped. Ophelia. She was standing right in front of him, arms crossed on her breasts, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She didn’t even have to speak; her body language alone said it all.“I said move away,” Ryan gritted, frustration bubbling inside of him. He just wanted to be left alone.But she didn't move, her lips twisting. “What do you want?” Ryan growled, clearly not in the mood.But Ophelia didn’t move. Instead, she narrowed her eyes even further, her gaze piercing through him. “Where is Adrian?” she asked, her voice colder than the air around them.Ryan raised an eyebrow, biting back the
«THIRD POV»Ryan stepped out of the pack house, his hands in his pockets, trying to clear his head. It was fully morning and the sunlight spread the Dark Howl pack. If one looked closely, one would notice the dark circles in his eyes. He barely slept last night. He had been thinking a lot about Adrian lately. His best friend wasn’t the same. There was a pain in his voice that he tried to hide, but he felt it.Much worse, the enemies had taken over the ruling of the pack. He didn't know the future of the Dark Howl pack anymore. He missed those days when everything was in control when Adrian was still the Alpha. Everything had seemed perfect until now. Just as Ryan reached the stairs, a familiar voice of an elder stopped him.“Ryan,” Marcus said, standing behind him with a smug look on his face.Ryan stiffened but turned around slowly. “Alpha Marcus,” he greeted with forced respect.Marcus grinned wide like an old fox as he took a slow step toward him. “Where’s my lovely nephew?” he
«ADRIAN POV»I walk through the woods, slowly, alone while drowning in my thoughts. The moonlight filters through the trees above, casting shadows all around me. The wind is gentle, brushing against my face, but I don’t feel calm.Not tonight. Not after what I saw.I didn’t mean to see it. I wasn’t following her, I swear I wasn’t.But maybe I was. Maybe a part of me was hoping to see her one more time… even if I didn’t deserve to.And now I wish I hadn’t.Clara.In his arms.Laughing.Smiling.Kissing.My blood boiled.My vision went red.I wanted to burn the world to ash. To tear through trees, howl at the moon, and destroy everything that reminded me of him… of them. But no matter how angry I felt, there was another voice—one that whispered like poison in my ear…. ‘She doesn’t belong to you anymore.’ She chose him.He’s her king. Her husband. My chest felt tight, I couldn’t breathe.I know Clara saw me, I know she did. Her eyes widened just a little. Her body tensed.But she did
«CLARA POV»Jasmine turns, her eyes flashing with rage. She opens her mouth, probably to scream at me, but before she can raise her hand to strike me back, Lusaka steps forward fast, a blur of motion, and grabs her wrist, holding it tightly. His eyes flash with something darker than I’ve ever seen before—something that sends a chill down my spine.He growls, a deep, low sound that rattles the air.“Don’t. Touch. A hair. On her.”His voice is cold, but there’s an edge to it. An edge I’ve never heard before.Jasmine freezes, her body stiff. She looks at him like she can’t believe what she’s hearing, her eyes wide with shock.Even I was surprised. “Lusaka, y-you—” she starts, but her words falter as she looks at him.Lusaka doesn’t loosen his grip. His gaze doesn’t leave her.“Don’t.” His voice is low and dangerous, like a warning.Jasmine flinches, her expression twisting into a mix of confusion and pain. She takes a step back, her mouth opening like she wants to say something, but no