Author's POV“Put him in prison. I’ll interrogate him myself," Damian said in a final tone that left the room stunned into silence.Then Kael's voice came, sharp and desperate, breaking the silence as the tension was thick in the air. "You can't do this, Alpha. I know nothing about this.""No," Kael roared. "You know something about this and I'll find it."Before everyone in the room could realise what was going on, Kael snapped. He lunged like a beasts towards one of the guards who were approaching him, his fists and claws connecting with his face. But he wasn't fast enough. Four other guards grabbed him , preventing him from doing more harm and slammed him onto the marble floor.Everyone in the room was shocked as they stared at him in disbelief. But they were now more convinced that he truly knew something about, and he was hiding something."Get your hands off me!" Kael's voice came out in a gruttal growl, his wolf has fully awakened, eyes glowing with dangerous intent, his fangs a
Author's POVLyra stared at him blankly for a while as if he didn't just talk to her. She blinked repeatedly to be if it was the same Kael. My love? My fucking love? He has never called her that. Bitch. Slut. That had been her name. That had been how he called her for years. So...what changed now? Oh, he needed her help and had decided to act coy.She didn't realise when she burst out laughing. It wasn't the gentle, melodic laugh that she always had. It was sharp, bitter, mocking."Wait.... wait a minute," she said through the laughter. "My love? Are you by any chance talking to me? This is Lyra, kael."Kael blinked. "Yes. Of course. Who else... "Her expression into a sneer. "Oh..... What happened to bitch, slut? You should call me that, you know. I'm used to that already."Kael shifted uncomfortably, his eyes dropping as he realised he's been caught. He didn't say anything."And what the hell make you think someone like me is going to do you a favor?” She tilted her head mockingly.
Elara's POV The moment Damian left, I sat in bed still trying hard to put myself together when the door opened gently. I didn't need to look to know it was them."Elara....." Mother's soft and concerned voice came first. She stepped inside the room with Gomez trailing behind her. His sharp eyes scanning me, probably searching for new bruises or any sign of distress Damian might have inflicted on me.I didn't speak immediately. I couldn't. The air in my throat felt like it had disappeared. But this time it wasn't grief. It was exhaustion. A different kind of feeling where I'd have chosen to rest and forget everything that has ever happened if I get the chance to."What happened?" Mama asked, stepping closer to my side, sitting gently beside me on the edge of the hospital bed. She took my hand, squeezing it gently. "What did Damian want?"Gomez had an expression that suggested he already knew everything.I exhaled sharply before meeting their eyes. "He told me one of the guards confesse
Elara's POVBut the moment I heard him and Lyra talk about how they wanted me to have cancer, I lost everything. The zeal to fight, the desire to live. Of what use was living when the love I had believed in was nothing but lies? Of what use was it exactly?Mother left for the healer's crib that was at an ancient mountain and when she returned, she told me the healer told her to return for a portion in the next three days.The healer was truthful enough not to make any grand promises. He'd told her that the potion wasn't a permanent cure neither was it a miracle. But it would stop my constant weakness, numb the persistent headache, and depending on the severity, it may even restore some of what I'd lost: my memories, my sense of smell, my strength. Even my wolf.But even that felt too good that I didn't want to believe. I don't want my expectations to be too high to prevent myself from heart breaks if it fails. The potion would arrive tomorrow but mother was already hopeful, more hopefu
Author's POV Lyra, who was in a high mood, walked through the marble hallway. The taste of revenge was truly satisfying, delicious, powerful. She entered Damian's study without knocking.He glanced up at her, eyes bulging due to exhaustion. "What do you want, Lyra?" He snapped.She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smirk. "Just.... a moment of your time. I thought maybe I could help...ease your stress," she drawled in a sultry voice.But Damian's jaw clenched, irritation coursing through him. He wasn't in the mood. The only thing that occupied his mind was Elara's words, the investigation. "Not tonight. I said leave," he roared, passing his aggression on her.The air crackled with tension. Lyra froze. Of course she knew the reason for his actions quite well but she hadn't still expected him to snap at her like that. Damian had always been gentle no matter what. He's always been different from the cocky Kael."Okay,” she said softly, backing away.As she reached for the door, D
Author's POVKael sat in the prison with no one to turn to. It is not like he was weak or couldn't fight back but he couldn't overpower the three strong guards all at once. His mind reeled as he held his stomach which was still hurting from the aftermath of the beatings. His stomach growled in hunger. His throat burned with thirst. He gritted his teeth, making an oath to himself.'How dare those bastards hit me. I swear I will destroy them all if I get the chance to leave here, especially Lyra, who had betrayed me.'"I swear I will burn down the Cadman Pack.''I swear that they will all suffer.'His eyes blazed with determination even though he didn't know if he would survive until the next day.Hours later, between clenched teeth and shallow breaths, Kael tried one more time. He called to a new, young guard, one he hadn’t seen before—maybe this one had a bit of soul left. Maybe he would be easy to manipulate compared to the others, who behaved like they were barely holding back from k
Author's POV The Rogue kingdom Far away, the night was quiet—but King Alaric’s, Kael's father wolf, was not. The beast inside him paced, growled, disturbed. Something was wrong. Something about his son isn't sitting right with him.Even though Kael was a deadbeat son, Alaric still carepd about him so much, although he would never show it. Kael and his father are not on good terms, reason being that Kael knew about his father's greatest secret since he was a child and he'd use it to blackmail him into doing whatever he requested. Same way, he'd blackmail Lyra into doing everything he wanted using the king's name because he knew how much Lyra feared the king and desired to please him.And Alaric believes that Kael wasn't smart enough. His goals are unrealistic and he tends to get everything he wants by being manipulative, which are not the qualities of powerful men.“Kael…” he murmured, standing from his throne, his worry so palpable that the warriors who stood with him exchanged knowi
Author's POVThe king kept cursing under his breath as he thought of the way to get Kael out of the mess he had put himself in. Then a thought crossed his mind. Since when did Damian start to care about Elara? He knew all about Damian schemes. He knew how he took over the throne and the company. Was he trying to act like some filial husband now? He had raised Damian like his own blood and he dared bite the finger that fed him. No. He should be grateful to him for the rest of his life.“But Damian,” Alaric growled, “locking up my son over a woman?” His voice dripped with disdain. “That bastard dares to side with Elara over bloodlines and loyalty? After everything I have done for him?"He turned toward his steward. “Send him a message. Let him know that my son mustn't spend another night in that prison. Don't forget to remind him of what would happen if he fails to comply."His eyes glimmered with menace as he added. “Let him know I will tell the entire world how he got the throne. How h
Author's POVHis blood boiled over. But still he said nothing. He knew if he opened his mouth, he might do or say something he'd live to regret forever.Instead, he turned and walked away. Out into the grand courtyard, where the people were still gathered, curious and anxious about the Rogue King’s visit.Damian masked his expression into a neural one, his voice was steady as he faced them. “The Rogue King came to discuss a potential alliance between our kingdoms,” he lied smoothly. “A future of unity and strength.”His words made no sense. It had never happened before. Alliance? Of what use or benefit would that bring to the kingdom? And since when did the Rogues become that decent to want peace? But they did believe him anyway. They still trusted in his judgement even though everything with Elara had made them once doubted him in the past.There were murmurs, heads nodding, faces covered with confusion.“Did you accept, Alpha?” Elder Scrolls asked, his expression unreadable.Damian
Author's POV"Release my son or else you better prepare your fires. Because I'll make sure to ruin you."The moment the Rogue king said that everything inside Damian shifted. The tension thickened, wrapping itself around Damian like chains. His hands were clenched into fists, and his breathing was shallow. Revealing the truth about the baby would be disastrous. It wasn't just about him anymore. No.... It was about the innocent life who might be caught up in all this. This might hurt the baby and ruin everything.Fuck! He had lost eventually. Despite everything he had done to stay in control of his own actions, it was useless. Alaric had cornered him in ways he had never ever expected.How could Alaric stoop so low? Using Lyra who had been like a daughter to him as a bargain? Using an innocent life as a bargain? Alaric was worse than he had thought. He was a selfish bastard who cares about no one else but his fucking self.Alaric noticed his thoughts and his heart swelled triumphantl
Damian's POV“I did what I had to do,” he said with zero remorse. “To protect the kingdom. To keep the power from falling into the wrong hands. If I had told them that it was Kael who destroyed it, do you know what would have gone wrong? The kingdom would have fallen apart."“No,” I said through clenched teeth. “You did it to manipulate me. To make sure I was always in your debt. Always loyal. Always scared.”It was silent. He knew I was right. He has done it to have me wrapped under his fingers. To make sure to always stay in control of me.He folded his arms. “And yet you turned out exactly the way I needed you to.”The audacity of his words hit me like a slap. He didn't regret it. He didn't care about me at all and I wondered why I hadn't seen that all these years even before I found out about his manipulation."You don't care about me, Alaric," I said, my voice low and filled with disappointment. "Then why? ...... Why do you save me? Why did you take me in? Why did you have to go
Damian’s POVThe grand hall was as quiet as a grave yard. Too quiet. Too tense. The silence was sharp enough to cut through steel. King Alaric stood like a monument of war and ruthlessness. Not a flicker of emotion appeared on his face. He wasn’t here as a father. He was here as a king. And the venom in his gaze told me he had expected to walk out of here with his son.Too bad I wasn’t going to make it that easy. I'd rather die than do that. Especially not when I had someone to impress. Not when I have someone who desperately seeks justice than anyone else. Elara. She would never forgive me if I let him go. If I do, it would destroy whatever hope that was left for us. So..... I won't succumb to this. Never.“So,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous, “you’ve chained Kael like a criminal. Beaten him like a dog. Was this your plan all along, Damian? To treat my son like a common criminal?" Then he screamed out loud like I had forgotten Kael's real identity. "Don't forget he's
Damian's POVI stared at him. Stared at my friend, and for a moment, memories of our time in the Rogue kingdom resurfaces. The times we used to hunt together, the times we used to train together and those times where we got into the same academy. Everything was going well until I remembered how manipulative he and his father had handled the relics situation.That single act traumatized me for years. For years I felt like I was cursed, felt like I would bring destruction to the people around me. It was only with the help of Lyra that I was able to regain my self confidence.And since then, I have grown careful of him and his father. Till date, they didn't know I knew the truth about the relics and they often wonder how I changed so much, not knowing that they changed me.“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Because the investigation on Ethan's corpse showed that he was hit with a silver bullet and his wound was infected because it wasn't treated. You can see that it sounds like you ha
Damian’s POVI sat still in my study, the silence in the room pressing getting more suffocating every second. Ethan was dead. The words kept replaying in my mind, mocking me with every echo.He was dead. Dead just like that. Dead without any explanation. Dead like a chicken. Ethan was a still a young boy for fuck sake.I ran my hand over my face, trying to chase away his reflection from my imagination. Ethan was more than a warrior. He was one of the few people I trusted—trained, molded, and handpicked to serve me and watch Elara when I thought she couldn’t be trusted. And now, he is gone.Something dark coiled up in my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that he must have died because of this whole issues. If I hadn't ordered him to watch over Elara, would he still be alive?I hadn't expected it to hit me this hard. I hadn’t expected the loss to feel so painful and so… personal. But it did. It hit me so hard that I was traumatised and I remembered my family's death. The pa
Elara's POVThe guards at the dungeon entrance stiffened the moment they saw me approach. Fear etched on their faces as they exchanged glances. But I was unbothered.“I need to see him,” I said. “Now.”One of them who seemed to be courageous enough stepped forward, blocking my way. “Luna, we have orders from Alpha Damian. No one goes in without clearance.”“Move,” I growled, voice deadly low.They didn’t. My hand tightened around the dagger. I took a step forward, chest heaving.“I said. Move.”Still, they didn’t budge. They didn't care if I lunged at them or not. They were willing to die. Damian must have issued them a strict warning never to let me in at all costs.Then, behind me, a deep familiar voice broke the tension. “Elara. Stop.”Damian. I turned slowly, not bothering to hide the fury on my face. “He’s dead,” I spat. “Ethan is dead and I know Kael had something to do with it. And you’re protecting him?”“I’m not protecting anyone,” Damian said quietly, approaching me. “I’m tr
Elara’s POVMaybe I fell to the ground or not, I don't remember. I only realised my knees scraping against the cold hospital floor, my mouth parted in a scream but no sound came out. The hospital walls felt like they were closing in, ripping off the air out of my lungs.“He’s not…” My voice cracked as I sob loudly. “He can’t be gone. He promised....he promised to protect me...."I couldn't finish the statement. His face flashed before my eyes and it seemed like he was just right in front of me. I remember the last time we saw each other in the prison. The way he cupped my face with so much concern on his handsome features and made a vow. "I won't let you die. I'll find a way to save you and the baby. I swear it."Yes, he made me a promise. He promised to save us. He should be here fulfilling his promises and...... not dead. Gomez bent down beside me, uncertain, hesitant, before wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” he murmured. “I shouldn’t have told you like
Elara’s POVToday, I felt warmer, stronger. I didn’t feel the usual cold or weakness like it had the past few days. I could practically feel the renewed energy surging through me. It was exhilarating, my wolf was awakened and I could feel my abilities returning.Maybe it was the potion. Yes...it should be the potion. Or maybe… just maybe I was healing. I might have found favor at the sight of the Moon Goddess.“Your vitals are stronger than ever,” the doctor said with a gentle smile, handing me the printed report. “It’s unbelievable. The pregnancy is stable, and we might not even go through the procedure to deliver the baby. Your body is recovering at a miraculous rate. Whatever remedy you’ve been using—it’s working, Luna. If it continues at this rate, then maybe the cancerous cells too might reduce," he added, his voice alight with hope. "This is nothing short of a miracle."I stared at the paper in disbelief. For so long, I thought I was losing everything. But now… there was hope.