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“Luna welcome, the—”“Not now,” Leila cuts the omega off, runs up the stairs and slams the door to her room shut before she yells in frustration, slapping her palm against her face.How did this happen?This wasn’t the plan.She was supposed to expose Carmela, Carmela was supposed to leave.What does she do now?It was one thing to try and prove that Carmela is evil and not Tatum’s mate when Tatum wasn’t sure of it but now that this ritual or whatever sorcery they did has confirmed it, will Tatum even listen to her?He kissed Carmela outrightly in front of her, he didn’t even bat an eye when she left, he didn’t even look at her.She doesn’t blame him, she’s not mad at him, he has been deceived to believe Carmela is his mate and she always knew it would be hard for him to fight.She stares at herself at the mirror, glancing down at her baby bump.What will become of her child if Tatum decides to go back on his word?Will it grow up without a father, or perhaps without its mother?Can
“What do you mean the head warrior is dead?” Leila feels a squeeze in her heart and her eyes coat with tears as one of the omegas tells her the news as they prepare dinner.Clayton looked hale and hearty this morning.Was he ill? He didn’t look like it, he didn’t show any signs, how could he suddenly be dead?“When was this?” Leila asks in a sullen tone, feeling a sense of defeat come upon her.How is she supposed to clear her name without Clayton to help her with the investigations?“It was announced as breaking news this evening, his body was found laying in the elders chamber,” the omega replies.The elders chamber….it must have happened after she left but was no one there to help him?Leila backs against the countertop, placing her hand on her chest, taking deep breaths to calm herself from the shocking news.She feels some regret.Maybe if she had allowed him to follow her as he wanted, she could have saved him if it happened in front of her.“Finish up here,” she says to the o
Tatum said he won’t return home that night but it has been four days and he hasn’t returned home. It’s almost like he is avoiding her and avoiding the conversation while she is stuck at home, unable to go out and unravel the truth. Everything just seems to be working against her. She doesn’t want to think it but Tatum is probably back to spending all his time with Carmela, probably now living with her. Adaline has moved out of the house, she is now back to her husband’s house. Suddenly, no one cares about her or even her baby anymore. The murderous Luna, that’s what they are calling her now. Whispers that she is behind the death of the pack witch runs rampant even though Tatum supposedly dismissed the case. If she has to leave, she will, she already made a promise to herself and her unborn child that she will not suffer for a man who doesn’t want her a second time. She just wants Tatum to come back so they can talk about it and she can know his decision but then….does she rea
“I said stay back,” Tatum growls, blocking Leila mid way down the stairs. “I’ve had enough of this, first you kept me grounded here for days like a prisoner and now this?”Leila gives him a cold once over, ducking underneath his arms and continues making her way down the stairs with gusto in her steps.She has to defend herself, the Iron Claw Pack probably already thinks she’s responsible for the attack on Margaux because of Tatum’s action and now the pack members are bringing a matter that has been put to bed to her doorstep?She flings the door open just as Tatum steps up behind her and she is welcomed by an angry mob, welding sticks and torches and holding banners of slandering statements about her.“What is this about?” Leila asks them in a curt tone, unable to hold back her annoyance.“You are a murderer!”“An evil woman!”“An usurper!” The crowd fires at her.Leila is about to reply when the crowd parts and none other than Carmela slowly walks through the centre, a coy smirk f
“We know why,” one of them replies sharply.“You want to remain as Luna and you know the pack witch would stand in your way to see the prophecy fulfilled, that’s why you had her murdered. We have had enough, the phoenix Luna is our Luna, she is the Alpha’s mate. It has been proven, she must become Luna and you must pay for your crimes.”“Alpha, we know she is your wife and currently our Luna and we personally mean you no disrespect but she is a criminal, she must be brought to justice and you deserve better, she has blood on her hands.”“Yes Alpha,” another person adds sharply. “It is only out of respect for you that we have not lynched this murderer!”“I am not a murderer, I didn’t kill the witch, I didn’t kill anyone!” Leila yells in a frantic voice, her tone rising in desperation, her heart pounding in fear and worry, the confidence in her voice waning.It is like the more she tries to make them see her truth, the more blinded they are to it and the more agitated they become.“Tell
“You have been accused of murdering Alina, the pack witch, how do you plead?” Once again, Leila finds herself in the elders’ chamber, in the midst of the same men who were ready to condemn her days ago without proof and now, sitting in the middle of their judgemental circle with twelve sets of eyes leering at her, she knows her fate is sealed. Especially since Carmela has created proof, proof no one will let her see or defend herself against. A gross injustice. “Where is the Alpha?” Leila mutters weakly, counting her words. She is tired, hungry and thirsty. “You are in no position to ask questions, Leila! How do you plead?” Trent barks at her but Leila doesn’t cower. Looking into the green eyes of the man who murdered her father in cold blood and whose daughter is hell bent on taking hers, she finds strength in the rage that boils through her. “Until I am convicted, I am still your Luna and you will address me as such.” Though weak, her aura still powers through her commandin
“Guards….anyone…..anyone there?” Leila mutters weakly, crawling on her knees and holding on the steel bars that keep her imprisoned.Her hair dry and tattered, her clothes torn, her finger and toes wounded from her hungry cell mates, the mice, nibbling on them. She cannot even fight them off anymore, she just lays there and lets them feast on her while she feasts on her thoughts of regret.Is this really how she is going to die? With a child inside her?Her wounds are healing slower now, her pup’s energy must be drained, she can still feel it, barely…..Even if Tatum cannot find the mate bond, this fake one, even if he has been tricked to believe Carmela is the one, what about his child? The heir he so proudly announced to the world.What about his constant promise to her that he will never let her go?She breaks down against the steel bar, her heart clenching in pain, a bitter sorrow filling her deep eyes that have now lost its bright beautiful blue hue, tears simmer down her face a
Tatum’s eyes are full of passion, desire and lust. The exact same way he looks at her whenever he makes his promises. He cups Carmela’s face, smiling sweetly at her as her eyes glow. “I’m sorry for not marrying you as soon as you came back, I just wanted to be sure but now I am and you are the one I choose.”Pain slices through Leila’s heart back and forth, and she rests her head against the steel bar.‘I will never let you go.’She remembers Tatum’s promise to her and her heart shatters even more. Was she foolish to have hope? Did he mean any of it?He did, he meant it, she could feel it, it was real. This is not his fault, he has been tricked and the mate bond is hard to fight. If she somehow survives this, she will fight tooth and claw to pull him away from Carmela’s evil grasp.She is his choice, the one that his heart truly wants, Carmela just took advantage of him but she will not let Carmela win.Tatum belongs to her.Carmela steals Tatum's lips in a sultry kiss, inflicting
The palace glows under the Blood Moon, its light bathes the open-air pavilion where the ceremony unfolds in an ashen hue. It's a few months after the twins’ birth, and Tatum and Leila are hosting the sacred rite for mateless wolves to seek their fated bonds. Flames from torches dance, casting shadows on tables laden with roasted boar, honeyed fruits, and spiced wine. Wolves from every pack fraternize, their laughter and murmurs braid with the pulse of drums and fiddles. The air twinges with anticipation—some are here to seek love, others quest for destiny, all drawn by the moon’s primal pull. Banners of silver and red flutter above, embroidered with crescent moons, and the scent of pine and wildflowers lingers, a tribute to the wild heart of the kingdom. Amara perches on a stone bench near the dance floor, her eyes bright with mischief. Beside her, Amanda leans in, her auburn curls bouncing as she points at a Luna in a garish yellow gown. “Look at that,” Amanda whispers, smi
It is four years after the coronation, the palace murmurs with life, its stone corridors softened by laughter and sunlight. The scars of Antonio’s cruel reign has faded, replaced by scenic blooms of oaks and phoenix flames. In a sunlit hallway, Amara, now ten, sprints after a giggling three-year-old boy, her dark hair bouncing in a loose braid. The boy, Kael, is Kelvin and Tatiana’s son, visiting for the holiday with his parents. His tiny legs pump furiously, a mischievous grin lighting his face as he dodges Amara’s outstretched hands.“Get back here, you little tornado!” Amara calls, her voice equal parts exasperation and amusement. Kael squeals, darting around a corner, his curls bouncing. He’s fast for his age, but Amara’s longer strides close the gap. She lunges, and scoops him up before he dives into one of the many hiding places in the house behind a groove in the wall. Amara tosses him into the air with a flourish. Kael shrieks with delight, arms wide open like a bird, the
The palace of lies quiet, the firebrands dimmed after the coronation’s fervor the night before. Moonlight spills through the arched windows of the royal chambers, bathing the room in silver. A fire that's been running now smolders in the hearth, casting shadows that dance across the cloistered room. The revelry—cheers, music, oaths—has faded, leaving only Leila and Tatum, alone at last.Leila stands by the window, her sapphire gown replaced by a simple linen nightwear that flatters her generous hips and ample bosom, her hair loose in dark waves. The weight of the crown lingers, though it rests on a velvet cushion across the room. She gazes at the stars, their light a reminder of battles they've won and promises yet to keep. Tatum approaches her, his footsteps soft on the rug. He’s shed his regal mantle, wearing only a loose tunic and trousers, his silver-gray eyes warm in the firelight.“You’re quiet,” he says, his voice a mere whisper as he wraps his arms around her from behind.
The great hall of the palace is agog with a celebration. The marble pillars draped in banners of silver and gold. Weeks after Antonio’s fall, the kingdom gathers for a coronation. The air is alive with hope. Crystal chandeliers cast prisms across the mosaic floor, where roses—white for peace, red for sacrifice—form a path to the twin thrones. Nobles in velvet and commoners in their finest pack the hall, their faces bright with belief in a future minus Antonio and his tyranny. Musicians weave an orchestra of harps and flutes, and incense curls upward from holders, sweet and solemn. Today, Tatum and Leila are crowned regent king and queen, stewards of the throne until Amara, the destined Lycan Queen, comes of age. Leila stands radiant in a gown of sapphire silk, her dark hair woven with pearls, and the Phoenix Luna’s aura is a faint shimmer around her where she stands beside her husband. Tatum wears a mantle of black and silver, his presence steady as stone. Amara who is clad
The crowd's cries for Antonio’s death is a deafening roar. But Antonio rises, his crown askew, tilting to the side, a parody of its glory, his lycan blood burning in his veins. His eyes are wild with defiance, locked onto Tatum. “Enough!” he bellows, silencing the throng. “I demand a wolf duel, one on one, Tatum. To the death.” His voice tremors with menace. “If I win, you, Leila, Amara—all rebels—will die for treason. If I lose, well…” He smirks, baring bone-white, elongated canines. “I won’t.”As a lycan, Antonio towers even in human form, his bulging muscles are a testament to his legendary strength, his wolf form a beast of nightmare. The duel will favor him, for he is a predator born to crush his enemies with every fatal blow he delivers. Leo steps forward, knuckles clenched to cracking whiteness. “No,” he growls. “He’s cornered. We outnumber him, and without his magic, he’s done. Let’s end this now.” Ragna nods in agreement, the scars gleam on his knuckles, ready to charge o
The plaza hums with apprehension, both of the crowd and those of the faction that now rises against Antonio's tyranny. Alpha Leo’s words hang in the air, a challenge to King Antonio’s reign. The king’s face darkens, his crown glinting like a warning as everyone watches. “You dare betray me?” he snarls, turning to the other Alphas—towering figures clad in furs and steel, their eyes gleaming with lupine intensity. “You dare to defy me?” The crowd quiets, the air tight with impending violence. Antonio struts, eyes like firebrands, his shoes picking off prints from the blood left by Camela earlier. “Alphas, end Leo and Tatum. Now!” he commands again. Stillness descends in the crowd. But the Alphas—Ragna, Soren, and Veyra—stand unmoved, their faces look like they're carved from stone. Ragna, broadest of the three, steps beside Leo, his voice a low growl. “No, Antonio. Your tyranny ends here.” Soren and Veyra nod, their silence louder than any shout. The crowd murmurs, shock rip
The fall of Carmela lingers but a new dread takes root as Leila rushes through the crowd, hurling herself towards the stage where Amara stands, her small frame dwarfed by that of Antonio. Tatum follows behind her, his face red with fury, his eyes shot with pumping membranes. The crowd parts, clearing the way for the couple as sparks of whispers trail them. “Antonio!” Leila’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade. “You cannot marry our daughter!” Behind them, a flurry of murmurings animate the crowd, speculations fly, questions too. Tatum steps forward as guards inch around the king. “She's not yours to claim,” Tatum barks, “And you know why.” Antonio's eyes narrow with piercing sharpness at the couple. He knows. Leila feels it in her bones. He now knows. She is the Phoenix Luna. Amara, their daughter, carries the same fire, destined to rise as the kingdom’s next ruler. By binding her to him, Antonio seeks to snuff that destiny, to chain the Phoenix’s lineage to h
The Grand plaza glitters under the midday sun as Carmela steps out of a silken pavilion, a gorgeous sight that hushes even the worst cynics. Her gown, woven of lace and pearls and sequins, clings to her frame, before fanning into a train that drifts like mist behind her. A diamond studded veil shimmers over her face, and gold threads gleam in her hair. Arches swathed in white silk and roses tower over the wedding altar, where dozens of blossoms—crimson, ivory, gold—spill and waver like a fragrant tide, matching Carmela’s aura. The event that has had everyone wagging their tongues wagging across the kingdom for months is finally here. Cheers and applause erupt from the crowd as she glides with a queen's grace across the raised stage. As she floats down the steps, whispers trail her—some name her divine, the chosen queen. “Look at her,” Leila muses loud enough for Tatum to hear. “If I never saw a snake in a dress. I do now.” “Apt,” Tatum says through a smile as painful as Leila's
“No he’s not,” Leila snarls at him, her heart burning with rage, her eyes clothed with vengeance, “whatever you have done to him, undo it, now!” “Done to him? I said Tatum’s dead woman, nothing can be done to a dead man. This one here is just my faithful loyal guard dog,” Leo snaps his fingers twice and the man walks over to his side, silent and submissive. Leila’s heart boils with a fervent anger. She knows deep down in her heart that this is her husband, the man she has loved for years. Is he now completely under Leo’s control? Why is everything about him transformed with the exception of his face and voice and if he really is completely under Leo’s influence, then why did he save her, not once but twice. “Tatum, you’re not his dog,” tears stream out of Leila’s eyes, her heart clenching with unimaginable pain. “You’re the most powerful Alpha in the realm, Alpha of the Blood Oak pack, my Alpha, my husband…do you really not recognize your sweet pea anymore?” The man’s eyes snap to