« CLARA » In the long dimly lit hallway, two Delta pack warriors are assigned to escort me to my room. I’m supposed to gather my things and leave the Dark Howl Pack as soon as possible. When we arrived at the very bedroom Adrian and I occupied together as husband and wife —memories began to flood into my head but I quickly pushed them away. Now is not the time to dwell on the past. I no longer belong here. I'm no longer wanted here. The warriors stand stiff at the doorway as I move around the room, their eyes following my every move like hawks watching prey. The sound of their boots clicking against the floor grates on my nerves, but I don’t let it show. Soon enough, my hands begin to work fast, folding clothes and stuffing them into my traveling bag. As I’m busying myself, I suddenly notice they turn their backs, giving me privacy. Maybe they suddenly decided to show me their last respect for being their Luna —once. Although they still keep their cold observations on me
« CLARA » Adrian’s voice is cold, booming with anger. A thick vein bulges from his neck, his eyes burning with disdain. "I can already see it that you're not the person I thought you were." I stagger backward, my blood runs cold. His towering frame swallows my small body when he comes closer, tilting his neck as he bares his teeth at me with disappointment. "How could you let jealousy blind you this much, Clara? Or has the evilness in you finally taken over, turning you into someone who would harm her own sister when all she ever did was care for you?" His words slam into me, knocking the air from my lungs, my eyes wide with disbelief. How could he think this of me? We've spent our entire lives together, growing up side by side since we were children. No one knows me better like he does. So how can he possibly believe I'm capable of something so vicious? "How... how can you say that to me, Adrian?" "Then prove me wrong." He chuckles, his voice rumbling across our bedro
« CLARA »"Thank you for the twenty years together. I hope we never meet again!” I glared hatefully at him before turning to the doorway. From the corner of my eyes, I notice Adrian's eyes grow darker as it lowers to the floor. I can't tell what he was thinking and I don't wish to know. Adrian watches me silently, I could feel he wants to say nothing but was holding himself back. Bastard. How did I fall for someone like him? In a commanding voice, Adrian calls for the Delta pack warriors and almost immediately, they come rushing in, their huge bodies filling the room. “Take her.” The Delta pack warriors bows at Adrian before grabbing me roughly by the arms. I didn’t resist. I didn’t fight back. I was too exhausted to do anything. What's the point? Outside, the entire pack gathered outside the pack house. Waiting for me. Their eyes burn with disdain and hatred, their voices clashing in an angry storm.‘She tried to kill Luna Ophelia!ʼ‘Why doesn’t the Alpha just have her execute
« ADRIAN » After Clara finally left the pack, I thought I would feel relieved, but I didn't.Instead, it feels as though a part of me has been ripped out, leaving only an emptiness that I can hardly ignore. It is as though I lost something important, a part of me. The early morning sunlight pours in through the window, brightening the spacious walls of my office.I've been here all night after Clara left, finding it difficult to sleep.The vivid images of the Rogues prowling just near the territory, waiting for her to step out, while she, in turn, tries to bravely hide her fear –haunt me all night.Surprisingly, I’d have to admit, I was worried sick about her. Sitting behind my massive mahogany desk, I flip through the paperwork in front of me, thumbing the words distractedly without really seeing them.Magnus, my wolf, stirs uneasily inside me.He is restless, agitated.Pacing like a caged beast, he keeps growling at the walls of my mind.*Bastard, don’t tell me you’re already reg
«ADRIAN» The door cracks open, and Ophelia steps inside, her body clad in a tight body-con dress that hugs her slender curve. Her brown eyes gleam with excitement as they land on me, I know she must have taken her time primping herself up to impress me, judging from her choice of dress and the way her hair was stylish delicately, her bangs flowing down her narrow shoulders. But the moment Ophelia spots a third party in the office. Ryan. Ryan’s sitting in the far corner of the office, arms crossed, smirking, his posture exuding disdain as he looks back at her contempt. She froze. Her face drained of colors, and the smile on her face vanished. She was not expecting to see him there. Her confidence begins to shift as she quickly lowers her head. She suddenly looks timid and small as she fidgets with her fingers nervously. “Goddess! Who am I seeing? Is that really you, Ophelia? Did you come back from the land of the dead?” Ryan exclaims but his voice drips with mockery and O
« CLARA » It’s been two weeks since I was banished from the Dark Howl Pack. Lost, hungry, and broken, life in the Outlands has been nothing but a harsh struggle. Each day fades away into the next as I search for a way to survive, with no pack willing to take me in. Each pack terrority I come across, would either throw objects at me, cursing me, and wishing me death. I am tired, worn down by it all. At a point, I feel like committing suicide. My once-delicate frame is now covered by mud, bruises, and scars, each one a testament to the rogues I have faced in recent weeks. I fought them with nothing but my bare hands, and it is truly a miracle that I am still alive, breathing. My hair is a tangled mess, dirty and unkempt, even a bird nest is better. I was tired of everything, hunger has become my constant compassion, gnawing at my insides like a ravenous beast. Food is scarce. The few fruits I manage to find hardly keep me going, and the nights are the hardest, cold, lon
« CLARA » I try to move my body or to open my eyes but I couldn't, all I felt in response was pain. Pain. A dull, aching pain that spread through my body. Why can't I seem to move? Suddenly I begin to hear unfamiliar voices in my head, eliciting my body to tense in panic. “How is she?” A deep voice speaks, I could feel the concern in his voice. “Why hasn't she woken up?” “I have tried all my best, Lusaka,” the voice of an elderly woman replies. Her voice is soft and soothing, like a mother speaking to her child. ”We can only place our hope in the Moon Goddess.” Somehow, their voices calmed me down and my muscles slowly relaxed. If they were bad people, they wouldn't have sounded so concerned and worried about me. My body, so weak, gives in to exhaustion and I let myself drift back into the deeper part of the darkness. ~~~~~~~ “Ah,” A groan slips out of my lips as I slowly open my eyes, my brows fluttering, I stare at the ceilings, my vision blurry at fir
« CLARA » For a moment, I forget where I am. Savanna was my best friend’s mother and also the pack seer of the Dark Howl pack before she was accused of treason and was banished from the pack a month after I became Luna. She had been more like a second mother to me. To see her here, alive and well, was almost too much for me to process. How is this possible? What is she doing here, and how was she able to find me? Noticing my bewilderment, Savanna chuckles softly. "You remember me," she says gently, shifting on the edge of my bed. Her wrinkled pale hands gently grabbed mine, and for the first time in weeks, I felt a sense of comfort. "I knew you would." "But... how?" I croak, my voice hoarse and somewhat curious. She smiles warmly, brushing a strand of hair off my face. "That’s a story for another time, dear. Right now, you need rest. Your body has been through so much." "No, I’m fine," I insist, stubbornly. "I know my own body well." Savanna laughs, pinching my
«ADRIAN»The scent of antiseptic clings to the air inside the doctor’s office but I barely notice it anymore. I sit in the doctor's office, my elbows resting on the armrest of the chair, fingers lightly tapping against the wood. The chair felt too stiff beneath me, the room was too quiet. The silence stretches between Doctor Manson and me, thick and suffocating, as I brace myself for the inevitable because, with the look on his face, I already know what he wants to say. "I'm sorry, Alpha," he finally says, his voice cautious and... careful as if frightened I would tear him apart before he completes his statement. "Luna Ophelia’s pregnancy results are negative."A dull ache settles in my chest, but I maintain a neutral expression. I expected this. I prepared for it. Yet, the words still cut deep.“Again,” I murmur wearily, more to myself than him.Doctor Taylor hesitates, likely debating whether to offer comfort but he thinks better of it by choosing to remain silent. Good. I don’t
«CLARA»The air is thick with tension as I step into the holding area, my boots echoing against the cold stone floor. When we arrive, shackled and kneeling before me are three rogues, their bodies battered and their clothes torn from days of wandering. Their faces are rugged, streaked with dirt, yet their eyes remain cold and defiant, glaring boldly at me with utter disdain as though I was their mortal enemy. One of them, a tall man with a deep scar running down his left cheek, smirks mischievously as if this entire situation is nothing more than a joke to him.I fold my arms, standing tall before them. "What were you doing near our territory?" My voice is calm but cold, demanding an answer.The scarred man shifts forward despite his restraints and sneering up at me. “We were just passing through,” he answers mockingly. “Relax, my Queen.”A muscle tenses in my jaw. I don't miss the way he practically spits out the title, as if the very idea of me being Queen is laughable. My fingers
«CLARA»The air around me feels thick with tension, but I don’t let it faze me. My fists connect with the punching bag again and again, each strike harder than the last. Sweat drips down my face, stinging my eyes, but I ignore it. The sound of leather creaking under pressure echoes in the training ground as I unleash every ounce of strength I have. My knuckles throb with pain, but I welcome it because it reminds me of how far I’ve come and every punch is a reminder of what I’ve endured to stand where I am today.I feel eyes on me, watching. The other rogue warriors stopped what they were doing and gathered at the edges of the clearing. Some watch in silence, their admiration almost palpable. But the others? They sneer with disdain, whispering behind my back. I know what they’re saying… that I don’t deserve to be here among them, that I used my looks to seduce Lusaka with nothing more than my pretty face into making me the Rogue queen. It’s laughable, really. And even if I did w
«CLARA»I stand my ground, unflinching, my gaze watching Shantel as her hand aims toward me, claws bared and ready to strike.Gasps and terrified screams erupt around us, the maid rogues watching in horror, but I remain still. I don’t flinch. I don’t cower.Let her come.A small smirk shows faintly at the corner of my lips as I am about to make my own attack when her sharp claws are about to scratch through my face. But a strong hand shot out, intercepting her.Zack.He catches her wrist in a tight grip, his muscles tensed with restrained irritation. The force of his hold throws Shantel off balance, making her stumble.“Stop, Shantel!” He snaps, his voice a deep growl, his teeth gritted in frustration.Shantel twists in his grasp, wild with rage. “Hm! Let me go, Zack! Leave me!” She spits, her voice shaking with agitation as she struggles against him.But he holds firm.Seeing he wasn't letting go, Shantel's furious mix with surprise eyes dart back to me, she’d expected to see fear, e
«CLARA»I silently watch Shantel as she moves, walking past me like I didn't exist and then blocking the door that led into Lusaka’s room. Shantel. Always the troublemaker. “Going somewhere, Clara?” She sneers at me, and her eyes rake with jealousy over my bewitching appearance. Sure, I knew no man would remain in self-control when they set their eyes on me. For once in my life, I had believed my beauty and charm were enough to hold Adrian’s attraction for me. But unfortunately, I was proved wrong. I shake the thoughts as I try to focus on the present. Meanwhile, the Rogue maids behind me shift uncomfortably, noticing Shantel’s aggression. But I didn't cower, instead, I just tilt my head.Unfazed, I force a calm, nonchalant smile. "Actually, yes. The rogue king requested my presence. So if you’d kindly step aside…” I say coolly but deliberately letting the sentence hang in the air, knowing it will irritate her.“You?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes in disbelief. "Lusaka requested
«CLARA»When the rogue maids approach me, I can’t help but notice disapproval in their eyes. Their gazes hold a mixture of disdain as if they have been told awful stories about who I was. Of course, they all believed I was the cursed wolf. For a moment, I imagine how much freedom -the real bad wolf must be enjoying while I, on the other hand, suffer for her fate.It was all Andromeda and Tiara's fault, because of their greed they used me as a pawn. But unfortunately, for them, it won't last for long because soon, I will retaliate rebelliously! Snapping back to reality, I observe the maids with a calculating stare. If only they knew I was not one to be underestimated.So, I narrow my eyes and give them a cold, piercing glance in return, lifting my chin high and crossing my arms over my chest.The aura around me shifts instantly.It reminded me of my former self when I was still an Alpha female. “If you don't want trouble with me, you better be nice while I'm being nicer,” I simply
«CLARA»Back in my room, I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I stare at the floor. I have said ‘agreed’ to the Rogue King’s proposal, and now I am alone in my room, waiting for the night to fall. The weight of my decision presses down on me like a heavy stone. The words have left my mouth and there is no taking them back now.Every moment feels heavy, and though I am nervous, I can't let it consume me because I have made up my mind. I needed his help to take my revenge, and I had agreed to pay the price with—my heart, my body, and my pride if it meant I could finally fight back.Abruptly, I hear soft footsteps approaching my door, and I turn my neck. Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, Ravenanna walks in.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she teases, closing the door behind her.I let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking my head. “I think I might be the ghost.”“Oh!” She chuckles playfully, moving closer to the bed to join me. "Tell me, what’s wro
«CLARA»I stare at Lusaka, my breath catching in my throat.Did I hear correctly?"You can't be serious," I whisper, staring at him like he has lost his mind.But the way he looks back at me, calm, unwavering, completely sure of himself tells me otherwise."Oh, I am serious," he smirks, leaning forward in his chair and staring at me piercingly. Shaking my head, I try to process his words. Be his mistress? Bear his pups? I came here expecting a casual conversation. But this? This is something else entirely."You want revenge, don't you?"I swallow hard.Yes, I want revenge. I want to see Tiara and Ophelia crawl on their knees, begging for mercy. I want Adrian to feel the same heartbreak he made me suffer. I want the entire world to burn for what they did to me.But at what cost?"I can give you power, my protection, my resources, but everything has a price," he continued leisurely. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. A price.And that price is me.Without hesitation,
« THIRD POV »After Ravenanna was out, neither of them spoke and silence filled the office. Clara’s palms became sweaty, and her mind couldn’t stop wondering what kind of man had saved her that fateful night. The stories she’d heard painted this man in front of her as a cold-hearted monster, yet he had shown her mercy by saving her life when she needed it most.But could he be any more ruthless than Adrian Blackwater?Impossible. Adrian was known to be the most inhumane and ill-tempered man to ever walk on earth. His fame as the King Of Wolves wasn't for decoration. “How have you been faring?” Lusaka finally asked, looking at the woman in front of him but this time, his voice was surprisingly softer than before.Clara blinked, caught off guard by the gentlemanliness in his tone. Had she heard correctly? The same man who exuded dominance and cold authority just now sounded… gentle? Gone was his coldness, now he suddenly appeared approachable. Does he have a double personality di