Sirella’s Pov I was running out of time.I knew it. I felt it.The only thing keeping me alive was the fact that my mission wasn’t over yet. The moment it was, Keiran would kill me. I was sure of it. He wouldn’t let me walk away, considering the fact that the moon band had marked him my foe.And I wouldn’t get the chance to kill him first.That thought never left me. It followed me everywhere, creeping into every moment we shared. Moments that could have been something else—something soft, something real—if things had been different.But I knew better.Keiran was not that kind. He was not gentle.Everything he did, every touch, every word, every look—it was all part of a game. A slow, cruel game meant to break me apart before the final blow.And yet, no matter how much I feared him, no matter how much I didn’t like him, he wasn’t my biggest problem right now.My mother was.She was trapped. Held by Alpha Damien like a pawn in a game I didn’t want to play. I didn’t know if she was saf
Sirella’s pov Alpha Damien said I was to continue my work as a servant—in service to my future Alpha. His words made me sick, but I had no power to refuse. Not when my mother was the price.Now, I lived in the palace. I worked there. I breathed the same air as him, walked the same halls. And worst of all, I stayed in the quarters closest to his, so I could attend to him whenever he called.The first few days were the hardest.I was alone.Even though I still had my secret meetings with Keiran outside the pack, they were brief, tense, and dangerous. We both knew if we were caught, we’d be dead.But when I was inside the palace, I belonged to Damien.And he made sure I never forgot that.I stood in the grand dining hall, holding a tray of wine. My hands ached from scrubbing the floors all morning, but I didn’t show it. I couldn’t show weakness.The doors opened. He walked in.Alpha Damien.He was dressed in dark robes, his presence filling the room instantly. His eyes found mine, like
Sirella’s povThe door swung open.A servant stood there, breathless, wide-eyed.“My Alpha,” she stammered. “It’s urgent.”Damien’s fingers tightened around my wrist for a second before he let go. His face didn’t change, but I saw it. Something in his eyes.Something he didn’t want me to see.Then, just like that, he turned away. “I’ll deal with this.”He walked out, not even looking back.I stood there, staring at the empty space he left behind. My skin still felt the heat of his grip, my chest still felt tight.I swallowed. Something was wrong.I turned to the window, pressing my hands against the cold glass. Outside, the sky was dark. The palace grounds were too quiet. A few torches flickered, and I saw shadows moving in the distance.Guards.A lot of them.My stomach twisted.I didn’t know what was happening, but I knew it wasn’t good.My fingers curled into fists.If only I already had my mother.If she was with me, I wouldn’t have to pretend to be weak. I wouldn’t have to play D
Alpha Damien’s POVSirella’s voice cut through the night like a blade.“STOP!”I turned my head sharply. She was pushing through the guards, her eyes wide with panic. Her whole body was shaking, but she didn’t stop moving.She saw her mother.Lying there on the ground.Lifeless.Something twisted in my chest, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t let it show.Sirella dropped to her knees beside the body. Her hands trembled as she reached out, pressing against her mother’s cold skin.“Mum…” Her voice cracked. “Mum, wake up… please… wake up.”She shook her, her fingers clutching onto her clothes like that would bring her back. Tears spilled from her eyes, falling onto her mother’s face.I clenched my jaw, watching.This wasn’t supposed to happen.She wasn’t supposed to die.She was watched at all times. She wasn’t a prisoner. She was free to move, to breathe, to exist under my rule. I didn’t take her hostage—I only brought her here to keep Sirella close.But now…Now she was dead.My hands c
Sirella’s POVThe world around me felt like it was closing in.I stood there, my mother’s cold body in front of me, my hands shaking as I held onto her. The voices around me became nothing but noise, distant and meaningless. My throat was dry, my chest tight. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, no matter how much I tried to hold them back.I didn’t care about Damien. I didn’t care about the guards. I didn’t care about anything.She was gone.My mother was gone.I buried my face in her dress, my body trembling.Then, a deep, powerful voice broke through the chaos."What is the commotion about?"Everything stilled.I lifted my head slightly, my vision blurred with tears.Alpha Donovan.Damien’s father.He stood tall, his broad shoulders stiff, his face unreadable. Even in his old age, his presence was enough to silence everybody. The air became heavy, thick with authority.No one dared to speak.Damien was the first to react. He straightened his posture and turned to face his father. "The
Sirella’s POV I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. My mother’s body lay lifeless a few feet away, yet I had to stand here, face dry, voice steady, as if my world hadn’t just shattered.Alpha Donovan’s eyes bore into me, dark and unreadable. He was waiting for my answer.Do you not know your father?His question hung in the air, thick with expectation. I knew the truth could get me killed. But lying to a man like him was just as dangerous.I forced my hands to stay still by my sides. Calm. Think. Speak carefully.“My mother never told me who my father was,” I said, keeping my voice low, careful.Alpha Donovan didn’t blink. His silence was worse than yelling. It stretched between us, cold and heavy. Then, finally, he gave a slow nod.He didn’t believe me.I could see it in the way his gaze lingered, in the way his fingers tapped once against his robe. But he let it go. For now.Behind him, Damien shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t care what was going through his h
Sirella’s POVI stood in my new room, staring at the small wooden bed.This was my life now. A servant. A slave. Stuck in the same place where everything fell apart.I ran my fingers over the thin blanket, my hands shaking with anger. They put me here for a reason. Not just to punish me—but to control me. To keep me under their eyes, under their command.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to calm down.I can do this. I have to do this.Because if I played my cards right, this place would be Damien’s downfall.Face to Face with the MonsterMy first task was simple—serve Damien his breakfast.I carried the tray carefully, walking through the halls like I belonged. The guards barely looked at me. Just another maid.But the moment I stepped into his chambers, I felt it.His eyes were already on me.Damien sat by the window, shirtless, his hair still damp from a bath. He looked relaxed, like he hadn’t ripped my heart out and left me bleeding.A slow smirk spread across his face. "You’ve
Sirella’s POVBeing Damien’s personal servant had its advantages. Nobody paid much attention to me unless I was being ordered around, and that made it easy to listen. I moved like a shadow, silent but watching, picking up details that could be useful. Every conversation, every glance, every slip of the tongue—I memorized it all.The Information I GatheredAt breakfast, Damien met with his top warriors. I pretended to refill his drink, keeping my ears open.Zane, his Beta, was talking about a rogue attack near the eastern border. "We lost three men," he said, his jaw tight. "The rogues were organized. This wasn’t random."Damien frowned. "Who led them?""Some call him Rafe," Zane replied. "He used to be an Alpha before his pack was destroyed. Now, he’s forming something new. More than just scavengers—these rogues have structure."Rafe. That was a name to remember.Then, Gamma Elias spoke up. "We should increase patrols, maybe reach out to Alpha Donovan for backup. His warriors could re
Sirella’s povThe days blurred together in Donovan's pack. Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat. It felt like I was being used in this place but what could I do except obey whatever order I was given.Every morning, I'd step outside to find maids "accidentally" passing by my door. Guards always seemed to be sharpening weapons nearby. Why they did it in front of my door and not elsewhere bothered me but I knew they didn’t trust me. I could see their eyes following me everywhere I would go. Today was no different. I walked toward the kitchen, the autumn wind biting through my thin shirt. Two warriors leaned against the hallway walls, pretending not to watch me. "Morning, traitor," one muttered as I passed. I kept walking as I ignored them. They were not worth my time.The warm kitchen smelled of bread and herbs. Cooks moved around each other in a practiced dance, but the rhythm broke when I entered. "Need more bandages for the soldiers in the next camp," I said to the head cook. “Wo
Sirella’s povI woke up, my heart pounding as I stared at the ceiling for a while. Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of my room in Donovan’s packhouse. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with sweat.Why was Donovan asking so many questions yesterday? Or was he catching onto my plan with kieran?I sat up and ran my hand through my disheveled hair, the alpha’s sharp eagle eyes had been on me too much during our meeting in his throne room, each answer I gave had seemed to raise his suspicion higher. Before I could think even more, there was a knock on the door.The sound made me jump, and it took a deep breath to steady my racing heart before I got up to go and open the door. One of Donovan's guards stood stiffly to attention outside. "Prince Damien requires your presence in the courtyard," he said without looking me in the eye. Shall I tell him you’ll be arriving shortly?”“Yeah,” I smiled awkwardly as he nodded and walked off.I entered my room and grabbed my too
kieran’s POVI woke up to the sound of men and women shouting in the courtyard as I winced at the sun brimming in from the open curtains.“Fuck,” I muttered as I sat up and wondered what time it was. I had overslept. I needed to be out there and dealing with the way the alpha sees me. If he saw me as someone he could trust, this would make my job a whole lot easier.I got up and went to stand before the mirror as I removed my shirt and stood half naked. I smiled as I missed her touch and her kiss around my chest.Everything reminded me of her.The scars on my chest were familiar - the jagged one across my ribs from the Frost Valley battle, the claw marks on my shoulder from the bear attack last winter. But the eyes... those were different. Harder. Colder. No wonder I had scared her the first time we had met.Will it be easy to kill him?That I did not know.I flexed my hands, watching the muscles ripple in the mirror. Salvatore was an aging alpha, but still strong as a young alpha. I
Sirella’s Pov My assigned room was better than I expected. Thick rug, clean blanket and sheet, a vase and wild flowers. All lies as I knew that this place had been given to me so it would be easy to spy on me.I checked the window and found it locked.The door had no lock so it was easy for anyone to come in and find me here. I sat on the bed, counting shadows under the door. One… two… three in ten minutes.That was a new record.I waited for a while on the bed before deciding to go out and take a meal for myself, but before I could do that there was a knock on the door and a maid coming in with a tray in hand.“Lunch, miss.”She kept avoiding my eyes as she laid it out."Thank you,” I said in a sweet tone. I had not seen her before so I decided to ask about her. “What's your name?" She cringed. "M-Mira, miss." And then she scurries off without waiting for any other questions I might have for her.I raised the lid of the platter. Roast meat, fresh bread, spiced wine… all my favorit
Sirella's POVI tried to fold my shirt but all I could think about was him. How I missed Kieran’s and how the hut still smelled like bim I saw a towel in the corner and picked it up before I could stop myself.“One last sniff,” I thought as I let his scent fill my nose. “Fuck I miss him already.”I hated this weakness. Hated how my heart ached like a fresh wound.We did not have to make the decision. But to attain peace and stop my father we had to do this.With a sigh, I carried my box and headed for the door.The door creaked as I stepped outside. Dawn lit the sky with pinks and golds, too pretty for a day so ugly.Frost crunched beneath my boots as I crossed through our clearing.Where Kieran had pinned me during our first real fight.In the night sky where we had star gazed so many times after long training days. I shut my eyes tight. “Focus.” The pack lay to the southwest. It was going to take me a few hours to get there but I had all the time in the world to take.My fingers
Sirella’s POVThe ceiling was made of wood and had cracks across it and it was what I admired anytime I was in his room. Three long ones by the window, one which looked like a lightning above the bed. I counted them more for the hundredth time while Kieran's finger did circles in my bare shoulder. "You okay?" He asked with a voice of concern. I swallowed hard. As much as I wanted to pour out my heart and complain, I knew I had to stop myself from doing that. “Just thinking.”His chest vibrated with a quiet chuckle against my body. “Dangerous habit.”The fire had faded to coals and the room lay dim. A desolate owl's cry filled the night air, melodious and drawn-out. Kieran held me closer. “I'll miss this home.”My throat closed up as I knew what he meant and it hurt to think of the inevitable. “Don’t say that.”“I miss the poison training,” he said, like I hadn’t spoken. His breath warmed my neck. “Me screaming at you when you get the antidotes wrong.”It hurt to hear him say that a
Damien’s POVThe fire crackled in my father's study as we pored over the alliance scrolls. Names, territories, promises made—all written in ink that felt like blood on parchment. I didn’t like the way things were going. It looked too… too easy. Almost like my father was playing right into their traps but he was too blind to see it.As much as I believe he was powerful enough to defend himself… at least I wanted some sort of proof that this would not backfire on us. I hated the fact that I was feeling this way. If he got a whiff of this, he could lose his mind and call me a child for thinking this way.I looked at him as he pored through the books. He wasn’t one for wasting time especially when it came to his territory. "Goran of Greyfang," Father said, tapping one entry. "Hagar of Shadowpaw. These are the only alphas who have joined us against Salvatore. Little I know but powerful enough to show that I’m no pushover.” I nodded, rolling a dagger between my fingers. "The wolves we me
Authors POVDamien reached the packhouse as he blitzed in and skidded his horse to a stop in the courtyard. Behind his horse, frozen dirt flew into the air as he jumped down and saw a stable boy coming to him.“Fetch the war council,” he said. “Now.”The boy nodded and ran off as Damien made his way to the packhouse, his boots thudding against the wooden steps. Inside, the great hall was deserted minus a few servants cleaning up. The fire in the hearth had burned almost completely out leaving long shadows on the stone floor.Within moments council members began filing into the chamber. Elder James came first, weighed down by years and a walking stick. Next came Commander Vex, battle scars etched deep in his face. A dozen others took their seat at the long oak table before him."Well?" James rasped. "What news from the Greyfangs?"Damien remained standing at the head of the table. "Alpha Goran has agreed to join us. His warriors will march at dawn."A murmur ran through the council. V
Authors POVDamien sighed sitting back in his chair as the stacks of papers drew a shadow over him. He hated paperwork but since he was here now he could at least go ahead and do what he wanted to do.Just as he was about to get up from his desk, a knock came at his door.The sudden rapping at his door made Damien look up from the papers in front of him. He put them down, crossed to the door and pulled it open. His father's guard was standing there, straight backed with his fist over his chest. "Sir Damien," the guard said nodding his head, "Your father requests you meet him in the stables. Immediately."Damien frowned. "This late?" The guard didn't move, staring at a spot past Damien's left shoulder. "He said to wake you if you were sleeping as it is urgent."Damien sighed but nodded. “I’ll be there with him soon.”The guard bowed before leaving.Damien closed the door and looked into his room as he wondered what his father wanted him for. He grabbed his jacket and wore it as he