«CLARA» I lower my head, visibly relieved that it has all ended.Ravenanna limps over to me, her arm still pressing against her wound. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern softening her face."I should be the one asking you that," I reply softly, reaching out to touch her arm. "Rav, you got hurt because of me, I beg you not to ever do it again.""Clara, Shantel is a bitch!" She snaps, still fuming. "I won’t stand by and let her or anyone talk about you like that."I sigh. "Thank you, Rav. But I need to figure this out on my own. If staying here puts the people in danger or makes enemies within it, I’ll leave. I won’t let anyone get hurt because of me, I'm not worth it."Ravenanna grounds her teeth but doesn’t argue further with me. Instead, she nears me, careful not to jostle her injury. "Come on, let's get you settled in."I nod but before leaving, I turn my wheelchair and face Brandon. "If you don't mind, could you please bring the first aid box for me?""Of course, I don't mind," Bra
«CLARA» The silence in the room is deafening. Staring down at the book, my hands tremble I brush my thumb over the drawing on the page. It's the drawing of a crescent red moon, the very mark that has defined my fate for as long as I can remember.Traveling my eyes downward beneath the drawing, I carefully read every word written below, each one seeping deep into my chest.Years ago, before the arrival of the next generation, a prophecy foretold the coming of a special child born under the red Moon. She's born of true selflessness and love and would possess a unique power capable of uniting and strengthening all the werewolf packs. She shall bear the crescent red moon mark on her arm. Not everyone will have it, as the mark is rare, special, and powerful.Wait… what?I gasp, shocked, my heart pounding so hard I think it might burst out of my chest.My breath hitches as I reread the words, trying to make sense of them. Could it be true?“This…” I trail off, murmuring to myself, shak
« ADRIAN »Tonight is the annual pack celebration, a grand event that brings together alphas and their packs from across the countries.The cool evening air brushes against my face as I walk toward the Pack Hall with long strides, one hand in my pocket and the other absently scrolling through my phone. As I approach the entrance, the pack guards bow deeply at me. I pocket my phone and nod at them before stepping inside.The grand hall is alive with music and laughter. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm glow that reflects off the polished floors and glittering decorations.The moment I enter, the chatter dies down, and all eyes turn to me. One by one, they stop what they’re doing and bow, showing their respect to me… the Alpha King.My black tailored suit and towering build make me stand out among the crowd. I exude authority as I move through the hall, exchanging brief pleasantries with other alphas. My senses are sharp, picking up every sound and movement around me.
« THIRD’s POV »Ophelia slips back into the bustling grand Hall, her eyes searching for Adrian, but she can't find him.Earlier, she had expected him to run after her when she deliberately ran away. She wanted Adrian him to chase after her. But he didn't. Disappointment rises in her chest.For once, she had believed that their relationship had improved. Or was it all her illusion? Does Adrian still think about Clara?Ophelia's eyes turn cold at the thought of it. Just then, she catches sight of her mother walking towards her from across the hall. Tiara reaches her daughter, her eyes full of concern. “Ophelia, where have you been?”With a flick of her wrist, Ophelia quickly wipes away any signs of distress from her face. She doesn’t want her mother, or the guests, to notice anything out of the ordinary. “Nothing, Mother,” she replies with a forced smile.Tiara sighs and begins to redo Ophelia’s hair. “Your father and I have been looking for you. Where is Adrian?” she asks, her ey
« CLARA »Days pass, and I am finally getting better. My legs have healed, and I no longer need the wheelchair. It feels good to stand on my own again, to walk without help. Savanna and Ravenanna have been by my side through it all, making sure I recover well. They never leave me alone, always making sure I eat, rest, and heal properly. I am grateful to have them. Without them, I wasn’t sure how I would get through this.Now, I am in the rogue pack’s library, surrounded by books loaded up high on the wooden table in front of me. I have been coming here every day since I learned the truth about the crescent moon mark on my arm. Everything I had been told, everything I had suffered for a month now, was built on lies. I wasn't the evil Wolf but someone else was. But that is not enough. Although I'm getting closer to the truth, I could sense there was more to the story, I can feel it in my bones. For some reason, I’m curious to know who she is and I'm bent on finding out. I narrow
« 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
«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,
«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
«ADRIAN»I already know the answer, there was no redemption for my sin. My mind drags me back to that day, the day I found out about my –infertility. The news shattered me and I swear I was deeply torn inside. The word alone made my stomach twist in knots. An Alpha who could not bear an heir? It was unheard of. It was disgraceful.My entire life had been built on the expectation that I would lead the Dark Howl Pack with strength, that I would pass my bloodline down to my sons and duaghters, that my legacy would continue long after I was gone. But fate had spat in my face. Desperate, I sought Andromeda, the pack witch, I never liked the witches but I had no choice.It was then Andromeda revealed to me how Ophelia was my chosen mate and could be the only one who would be able to birth my offspring. I clearly remember her words… ‘You cannot bear an offspring, Adrian, but there is a way…. Ophelia. She's the only one who can produce your bloodline.’ And I clung to those words like a
«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,