Arden's POV “Where are you headed to, your Highness?” Beta asked with curiosity splashed all over his face. I was getting tired of all his questions. There was just no time to answer irrelevant questions. “You already know where I am going. Why are you delaying me with questions? Do you have any motives I should be worried about?” Everyone was now a suspect to me, I felt whatever happened was a result of a collaborative effort. It was not only was person that carried out the evil act. I pushed him aside and walked towards the disciplinary centre. I knew it was already late, the time was 11 pm. They would probably be asleep. It was fine by me, I would get to find out how seriously they took their job or they just do whatever they wanted. The driver drove the car after me and I hopped in. Soon, we arrived there and it was quiet like a deadly zone. “Where is the investigation room?” I asked with a cold voice.“On the last floor, Your Majesty!” The chief guard replied quickly. “Goo
Arden's POV“Your Majesty, we have searched everywhere, we are unable to locate the maid” the chief guard shamelessly reported to me, an hour later.“Hahaha! Are you telling me now that a suspect successfully escaped from the palace under your watch? Does that mean your position is just for ceremony and our lives are under threat?”“I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I will do better…from..” Before he could finish his words, I had landed a hard slap on his face.If Serena's case did not happen, we wouldn't have known the danger we lived in. This was the royal palace, even close relatives were actively after the throne and would go to any length, not to of an enemy that was not willing to hide away.This single incident had shown the level of his incompetence, and how porous the security system of the royal palace was.It means that anyone can go in and out of the palace without fear of security restrictions, because no one would check them in. It doesn't even matter if they had good intentions
Arden's POVI left the control room, tired, defeated and exhausted. There was no right word to describe how I was feeling.I head back to the Manor, it was quite like no one has ever stepped foot into it. I went in quietly and had a warm shower and then I laid down on my bed.My mind was blank. So much has happened in one day. I was torn between mixed feelings, and the series of discoveries concerning the faulty security operation in the palace.If my family finds out, they would be thrown into panic and the issue would even become more ambiguous. What was bothering more than anything was the fact that if our enemies found out about the porousness of the palace security system, they would want to take advantage of that.How can I be so sure that they were not even aware? At least a lot of things that had happened during the day had shown me that something was not right somewhere. How do I protect my family?As the Lycan King, it was my responsibility to protect the affairs of the wolf
Serena's POV‘You have no reason to give up as long as you have the privilege each day' I this from somewhere I can't recall again. But whenever I think deeply about life, and the happenings around me, this has been what kept me on my feet.The last thing I remembered was crawling to the door area before I passed out.I felt a sharp pain around my abdomen, and my head was banging from a headache. My body was not mine. All that I could feel was pain.My nose was feeling weak and attacked by a strange smell hanging arrogantly in the air, one that was not familiar and could never be perceived somewhere else except where it was meant to be.I opened my tired sleepy eyes slightly and I was sure it was not a familiar room. The room was packed with unfamiliar machines like I was in a factory.I tried to look around, I was in the hospital gown, lying down on the kind of mattress I had never seen before. I was in the hospital. I tried to get up but I failed. I was too weak to do so.How did I
Sylvia was one sly fox. Who would have thought that she was capable of doing such a thing? I had the urge to plug out her eyes, or her heart and place it in her hand.No one has ever dared to challenge me in any capacity until. The truth is, I felt challenged by Sylvia's actions.However, instead of reacting negatively, I decided to direct my focus on strengthening my empire.I had summoned all the security guards in the palace, they were placed under observation and probation. It would be a secret operation.My goal was to fish out every weak individual who might be a liability to us someday and to return the palace to the power centre it used to be.Until I achieve what I intended to do with Sylvia, I will continue to act neutral around her. I can't believe she had already attempted to kill someone when she had not even spent a week in the palace.“I want a mini control room prepared in one of the rooms in the Manor. No one should not know about this” I said to Beta.“Also, I want m
Arden's POVSylvia's beauty was divine. Her body stood out among all other women. She was the perfect figure for the status of the Queen.But in all honesty, that was not the reason why she was picked. There was more to her presence in the palace. She had a role to play which was unknown to her. She was just a means to an end.To obtain more information from B Pack, I had to endure her chatter. She doesn't know when to stop talking, more like that was the only thing she knew how to do well.I was never comfortable talking to her, even though I could not conceal it completely, I was trying my best to put up with her. She was too forward and that was a big turn off for me.However, I had to endure all her characters, including the crime she committed lately. She was not aware that I knew that she was the culprit.Although, Sylvia was not aware that I was using her to get her father's plan. But I knew that sooner or later I would get whatever Information I needed from her due to her talk
Serena's POVSince I recovered and returned from the hospital, everyone has been gentle around me. I thought I could finally have peace of mind and live my life quietly in this palace since there was no hope that I could ever escape.But I was wrong. There was a limit to how nice they would continue to be, and there was someone who seemed to dine and wine with wickedness. The person was Sylvia.She had summoned me to her residence like the last time. And she was rude and mean to me. As usual, she poured the water she had in her on my face.Arden, who has been avoiding me since my return suddenly showed up, and once again, without asking what had happened, he slapped my face.I fell to the ground and my left hand was holding on to one side of my cheek that was peppering me.He seemed to realize that he was wrong immediately, he bent down beside me, he tried to touch my cheek with worries etched around his sketchy face.I pushed him away instantly before his hand reached me. I was not i
Serena's POVAfter my conversations with Alpha Zone, I became excited as anticipation took over my heart. I was overwhelmed with joyful joy. I have never more happier than this.Even though it had not happened yet and the probability of a positive outcome was uncertain, I still looked forward to the weekend when the birthday would happen with the hope that whatever regular I tendered would be granted.I went about making more enquiries about the event eagerly, I could not hold myself together, and although it was not far again, I became impatient due to anticipation.I also decided to practice and prepare for what I would be presenting. I was glad that his golden opportunity came my way.Just when I was about to give up and accept this ill fate of mine, while wandering around the beautiful garden, Alpha Zone came with such good news. Indeed the beauty garden was a place of hope. I should go there more often.The queen's mother's birthday would be on the coming Saturday, it was a weeke
Evelyn PoVAt first, I had not thought that Gilly's story would turn out to be so tragic. I thought I was merely doing my mother a favour: I was releasing a spirit and giving peace to the pack. But every single step I took in the direction of solving was heavy with shadows that just threw more secrets in my direction. I could feel the darkness circling in, twisting me into a hangman's noose.The old records of the pack were dusty and brittle, worn yellow with age. Weeks I spent in the archives bent over a desk deciphering the scribbled handwriting and cryptic notes. Draven helped where he could, his fingers dancing over ancient texts while I pieced together, bit by bit, the fragmented history of Gilly's downfall.It started innocent enough. Gilly was loved; with those attributes of kindness and strength, she was never really a natural leader. Somehow respect turned to jealousy, and jealousy turned to betrayal. The swirling in the ancient documents held very hostile stories of a family
Authors PoVThey started like whispers in the night.In the stillness of sleep, they forced their way into her brain to take her through dark and twisted visions. Some shadows curled around her, cold and snake-like; their touch glided over the rippling skin and left frosted impressions behind. The dreams picked their way through her nightmares the same way—her pack in chains, expressionless and with eyes like black pits; there was someone ahead, a person cloaked in shadows.The figure's face shifted and distorted; at one time it would be reminiscent of Gilly with her soft features, at another of Gloria, with that awful smirk. She would desperately attempt to run, to scream, but either the land would crumble beneath her feet, swallowing her whole in the world, until she woke up gasping for air.The dreams haunted her daily, tormenting her with the reality of the world outside the realm of sleep. Gilly's spirit seemed to linger in the edges of reality sewn into the very fabric that woul
Evelyn PoVThe truth sat heavy on my chest, a stone sinking into dark waters. Gilly's voice lingered in my mind, a soft, desperate whisper threading through my thoughts even as I went through the motions of daily life. The blood of the betrayed will break the chains.Those words had been haunting me ever since the ritual with Draven, every syllable a jigsaw puzzle piece that refused to fit. What betrayal? Whose blood? The answers I sorely craved could only be unearthed by digging deeper into Gilly's past, the life which she had led before Gloria's darkness swallowed her whole.I started my search among the old documents located in the pack's ancient archive building where old books and fragile scrolls blended their aged scent with forgotten tales. For hours I studied the pack's historical records that included birth and death records as well as political alliances and loyalty breakdowns. Being careful with my page turns made me sharply conscious that the sound of crinkling pages carri
Evelyn PoVWas this a mere figment of my imagination?… Gilly’s voice had become an echo that trickled into the stillness, catching me unawares. The torment did not even allow me peace in sleep. I would close my eyes, and her voice would take me into shadowed dreams-corridors layered in darkness, chains clanking in the distance."Evelyn."It now sounded weak and soft, no more than an echo but soon merely a whisper grazing my skin. Jerking upright in bed, I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders."Wh-What do you want from me?" I whispered back, my voice lost in the dark.Silence.I woke up abruptly from my bed before drawing the blanket closer to protect my shoulders."What do you want from me?" I demanded quietly. I managed to answer him but my words vanished into the darkness.Silence.I clenched my fists. “If you’re real I need to see you to be sure.”The air moved through the room as the window remained closed. The candle flame moved in an unexpected sideways wave as though
Evelyn’s PoVAs I came to stand amidst the rubble of Odessa’s fortress, there rioted smells of smoke and blood. The bodies of both friends and foes lay scattered on the ground from a battle that, to me, seemed less a victory than a doomsday. My body screamed for peace, and the tightness of every muscle felt unbearable; yet it could hardly compare with the turmoil within me.Finian stood a few paces away, his eyes piercing into mine. His expression was inscrutable-somewhere between hope and acceptance. His knuckles were bruised, his hair caked with dirt, and yet still he seemed the bedrock I have leaned upon during my stay with the pack at Odessa. He had saved me countless times, and now, standing before freedom, I no longer knew where we stood.And then there was Marcus.He emerged from the smoke like an apparition. Relief, pain, and something else—something much deeper, something older, much older—were stamped on his face, making my chest tighten. The last rays of sunlight broke thro
Author PoVBefore sentries had time to alert their camp the arrows struck their targets. The wolves crashed into each other while they shifted as their howls unified their counterparts.Inside the fortress, Evelyn felt it. The vibrations of battle were within her, through the stone walls, deep and low; she felt a low hum settle deep into her bones. She was clasped in silver chains burning against the skin, watching Finian about to die.One of the guards entered the room quickly, his face extremely pale. "We are under attack!"Odessa's face hardened, "By whom?""Callum and his people… he’s alive my alpha. And the Red Blood Moon pack."Odessa's lips twisted into a snarl. "Then they have come to die." She turned toward Evelyn, handing her a dagger she had drawn from her belt. "I ought to kill you. But I will save you for last.”Evelyn then looked into Odessa's eyes, her fear burning away and replaced by determination. "No, I will save you for last.”Then the ambush began. Callum and Ryan
Author PoVThe woods was dark as Marcus and Luca passed through the underbrush in silence. Marcus’s heart thudded against his ribs, with a steady caution. He glanced toward Luca, who had graduated from one stern face of determination to intent.They had been trudging through the woods for hours on nothing more than scraps of intelligence and the stubborn pull of hope. Ryan's rogues had pointed them in the right direction but were ultimately not adventurous enough to try to approach the Red Blood Moon pack directly. After all, Odessa's territory was a death trap of sorts. Even the most adventurous rogues knew better than to cross her borders without sufficient cause.The moonlight was just enough to see the outlines of makeshift tents and some shadows on watch. Marcus motioned for Luca to keep it low and crouched behind some ferns to take in the camp."Do you see her?" Luca whispered in a voice so faint it was almost a sigh."Not yet," Marcus ground out, struggling to make each breath
Serena’s PoVTears stung my eyes, and I woke up in a start with broken breath as the persistence of the dream clung to me. In this muted room, shadows danced upon the wall; for a second, I was hardly certain of where I stood. The dream had borne the reality—Odessa, her eyes bright with evil gleam, standing atop a heap of bones. Her army, a roar of growling rogues and defiled creatures spread out to the last sight. And then there was Evelyn... Evelyn was there, firmly standing by the side of Odessa, the empty look on her face an undercover of madness.I put my trembling hand over my forehead, it was sweating. This dream wasn't just a figment of imagination; it was a warning.I pushed aside the thick furs, stood, and went to the unbarred window. The pack grounds lay quiet, a deceitful calm before a storm. My instincts screeched like a mother's intuition that something far worse than what we had imagined was in the making.If only I could make Ardan see it too.But Ardan... he was no lon
Evelyn’s PoVThe dagger felt heavy and cold in my palm. Odessa’s cold demand rang in my ears. Kill Callum. Bring me his head. This wasn’t a test or ,twisted game to see how far I would go to prove my loyalties. I just had to do it. I knew I had to do it.If I turned it down, she would turn against me. If I carried out her order, I would lose the only ally I had managed to win over. Either way, she would win.Not this time.Finian walked beside me as we traveled through the thick forest. His expression was a mixture of concern and determination. He had not questioned me for warning Callum. He had not hollered when I insisted we needed to fake a death, to give like a disguise for the purpose of tricking Odessa into believing I had done my job. Instead, he nodded, affirming my sense of loyalty."Are you sure it will work?" he asked softly."It must." I responded. "If Odessa realises we lied to her, we would be dead."