ARIEL’S POVMelvin scoffed, his eyes narrowing with a mix of defiance and pain. It felt like my words were futile. Each of them only hardened his heart further."You don't know me, Ariel. You never did so spare me all these plain and meaningless words of yours." With those words out, he turned around and returned to his troop, his anger stronger than when he came.Tension between our troops grew as I was forced to return to mine as well.I hoped my words would resonate with him. I thought that the connection we once shared would awaken his dormant feelings.But time was against us, and engaging in a prolonged battle with Melvin was not what I wanted to do right now or even continue doing.Rather I wanted to save him and mend his broken heart, but the moment was not right. The safety of my remaining troops was paramount. So rather, I opted to stall him for now until we got the opportunity to escape.As the tension escalated, Melvin and his troops prepared for an attack, ready to wipe u
MELVIN’S POV'...I still believe in us...' It was distant, but I heard them.The words sounded in my head as I jolted awake with my heart pounding hard against my chest.What the hell? Who said those words to me? Where was I?!Confusion clouded my mind as I struggled to orient myself in the darkness. Gradually, my vision cleared, and I realized I was in my quarters within the walls of Blood Moon, the ancestral stronghold of my family.From the shadows, a voice sliced through the air, startling me once again. It was my father, Joharres, his tone laced with fury.He wasted no time in expressing his discontent, his anger directed squarely at my failure to capture Ariel once more."You pathetic excuse for a son!" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.A frown covered my face immediately and all thoughts I had of the voice speaking strange words to me disappeared at once."How many times must you fail me, Melvin? How many chances have you squandered?" My father was standing right in
MELVIN’S POV"Listen, your father's expectations can be overwhelming, but you mustn't lose faith in yourself. You are strong, Melvin, in ways that go beyond physical strength. Trust in your instincts and your determination."Tears welled up in my eyes, betraying the depth of my emotions. "But Mother, I fear that time is slipping away. Father keeps reminding me of the urgency to produce Ariel. If I fail, What will become of me?"Her voice held a soothing cadence as she spoke, her words a soothing salve to my wounded spirit. "Melvin, my love, you mustn't let fear consume you. Life is filled with uncertainties, and sometimes we must face them head-on. There is still hope. Trust that the path will reveal itself when the time is right."I gazed into her eyes, finding peace and strength in her unwavering belief in me. "Mother, I don't know how much longer I can endure this struggle. The pressure, this constant feeling... all of it… I want it to be over."I was tired of the constant turmoil.
MELVIN’S POVI woke up the next morning, feeling the remnants of the sleeping spell fading away. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my body, and I could move with newfound ease.Pushing myself up on the bed, I welcomed the sensation of freedom that flowed through my limbs.Just as I settled into an upright position, feeling the renewed strength coursing through my veins, the door to my room creaked open.Mother entered, her gentle presence enveloping the space with a soothing aura. In her hands, she carried a delicate porcelain cup.The aroma of freshly brewed tea floated through the air, mingling with the soft morning light that filtered through the window. The sight of that steaming cup, the familiar gesture of warmth and care, instantly lifted my spirits.A smile stretched across my face as I looked at her. "I fell asleep in your hands, and now you're the first person I see in the morning," I remarked playfully.Returning my smile, she replied, "I just wanted to make sure
MELVIN’S POVShe had allowed herself to fall in love, to surrender her heart to a man who couldn't offer her the same depth of feeling in return.And yet, she had chosen to stay, weathering the storms of their tumultuous relationship for the sake of love's unpredictable hold.The realization hit me like a wave crashing against the shore —my mother had sacrificed her own happiness, willingly accepting the role of the second choice in my father's life —in his heart.It was a sacrifice born out of unconditional love, the kind that transcended logic and defied reason. But it was a sacrifice that left an indelible mark on her soul, a scar that remained hidden beneath the surface, silently shaping her every interaction.Gazing at my mother, I saw her vulnerability and strength intermingle, her eyes reflecting a lifetime of emotions kept hidden away so perfectly, one who wasn't close enough, would never notice.It was as if she had carried the weight of her unrequited love for my father with
ARIEL’S POVIt had been two days since our return to Silver Moon, and I wanted to give my troops some time to rest and recover from the intense battle at Velvet Moon and our face-off with Melvin’s pack on the outskirts of our land before we proceeded with our mission.The troops were gradually settling back into our routine with our return to Silver Moon, and it was important for everyone's well-being that we allowed the wounds, both physical and emotional, to heal.Even I, the Alpha and Luna of Silver Moon, needed this brief break from the relentless commotion of war and the pursuit of the Alpha King's throne.The battles, both physical and mental, had taken their toll on my spirit, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm and reflection.It was also essential to let the dust settle, allowing the chaos to blow away and granting myself the opportunity to regain the strength necessary to face the challenges that lay ahead.In these moments of quiet, I could gather my thoughts, reassess
ARIEL’S POVThe night was dark and peaceful, wrapping Silver Moon in its quiet embrace. As midnight settled upon us, I, too, found solace in the realm of dreams,However, my slumber was abruptly shattered by a persistent knock on my chamber door.Startled from my sleep, I blinked away the remnants of drowsiness and called out, "Who's there?""It's me, Ikea," came the hushed response from the other side.Curiosity mingled with concern as I rose from my bed and staggered toward the door. Why would Ikea seek me out at such a late hour? With a flick of my wrist, I unlocked the door and swung it open, inviting her in.Ikea wasted no time and darted inside, her urgent demeanor leaving no room for small talk. Sensing the gravity of the situation, I closed the door behind her and turned to face her, my voice laden with worry. "What's happened, Ikea? Why have you come to me in the dead of night?"Her eyes, filled with a glimmering intensity, locked onto mine, holding me captive with their weig
MELVIN’S POVIt was the early hours of the morning, and I had been awake for some time, lost in my own thoughts. The moon's soft glow seeped through the window, casting ethereal shadows in the room.My mind was already occupied with thoughts and plans, but the rapid knocks on my door startled me, shattering the calm of the dawn. The sound reverberated through the room, echoing the urgency of the visitor on the other side."Who's there?" I called out, my voice still laced with sleep, as I made my way to the door."It's John," came the reply, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. Each word seemed to hang in the air, brimming with unspoken importance.I furrowed my brows, wondering why he would be here at such an early hour, pounding on my door. Rather than walk to the door and open it, I remained on my bed preferring to continue the conversation from where I lay."What brings you here so early, John? And with such urgency? Is something wrong?" I asked, still wondering why he was here s