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It’s been a week since the court sent the subpoena to Trent and he didn’t reply or show up in court so the court order is now standing. He can no longer lay claim to the retrieved properties. The pack members are rejoicing over this, singing Leila’s praises but she refuses to be carried away by it. The first thing Trent did when he became the interim Aloha was to take those properties and the fact that he’s not fighting to claim them back heightens Leila’s suspicion of his motives. Trent must have his sights set on something bigger and there’s only one thing bigger than where he is right now, becoming the permanent and unchallenged Alpha of the blood oak pack. The only thing stopping him from laying a claim to it right now is that Tatum’s body has not been found but if Trent can rally enough support from the pack, he would be able to do so with his only obstacles being her and Darren. If Trent wasn’t the interim Alpha right now, in a case where the Alpha is missing, the mantle wo
“Luna, we have a problem,” Mirabel storms into Leila’s office, swiping frantically on her tablet before she hands it to Leila. Alarmed, Leila takes it from her and frowns deeply when she sees the content on the tablet, different articles from different blogs all talking about one thing, the death of Alpha Tatum. Leila doesn’t need a soothsayer to tell her who is behind this. Trent is making his move, he wants to weaken her hold on power. As much as the people have come to love and respect her over the past few weeks, she is not naive not to know that the love and respect has its foundation in the fact that she is the wife of their beloved Alpha. If this rumor begins to spread of Tatum’s death, coupled with his long absence for a while now, doubts will begin to creep into their minds and they might actually start to believe he is dead, she cannot let that happen. “Call for a pack meeting immediately, I’ll address this,” she orders Mirabel, “and also, get in touch with Barrister Bas
“Your baby is doing well and healthy, congratulations!” The doctor announces to Carmela at the palace hospital. “Are you sure you really don’t want to know its gender?” “I’m sure, I want it to be a surprise to the king, I’m afraid if I know, it’s a secret I won’t be able to keep,” she smiles at the doctor who’s fawning at her. This is the life she dreamed of, the life she thought she was going to get as the phoenix Luna and Tatum’s mate but being the incoming queen of the kingdom is a far far upgrade. She lacks nothing and gets virtually everything she wants, luxury is a thing she is now getting bored of and Antonio is quickly running out of ways to spoil her. If she had known that getting pregnant for Antonio was going to be the game changer, she would have done it much sooner. “Do I have any more meetings for today?” She asks her personal assistant as she strides out of the hospital with three omegas attending to her. One is carrying her bag and personal effects, the other is c
“Luna, Luna, can you hear me?” Mirabel asks Leila who’s sitting right opposite her but Leila’s not in the room anymore, despite her physical body being fully present. Her mind is long gone, lost in worry over Tatum and their child, as the days pass she grows wearier, her hope wanes, her resolve weakens but somehow everyday she wakes up, puts the weight of the pack on her shoulder and keeps going. Nobody can understand her pain even if she explains in every language possible. If anything happens to one or both of them, she wouldn’t know what to with herself. Darren’s condition is another plight she has to worry about, she’s sent for the best medical consultants to see if there’s any way they can help him but the whole thing is still looking so bleak. “Luna,” Mirabel taps her, making Leila suck in a sharp breath and she is brought back down to earth. “Sorry, what were you saying?” She sighs and asks, massaging her temples. “Luna, I think you should take a break and get some rest,”
How is it even possible? Tatum never mentioned it to her, not once. That man clearly mentioned the word ‘cure’, which means at some point in their quest, Tatum must have mentioned it to him. The fact that she did not have a wolf was a secret privy to very few. He was trying to get help back then when she thought he was constantly neglecting her? Why did he never tell her? “Welcome home dear,” Adaline greets Leila as she steps into the house, just as an omega rushes forward to carry Leila’s bag. “Good evening mother, how was your day?” Leila replies. She may not see eye to eye with Adaline and can hardly find it in her heart to let go of her bitterness but a cordial relationship between them is necessary for the benefit of all. “Good evening Luna,” Darren surprisingly greets her, rolled in by a wheelchair. Leila’s eyes widen slightly, happy about this new development. There’s been some visible improvement in his condition lately but this is a huge one. “You’re out of bed,” she
Leila sets down a cup of coffee on a stool beside Darren and she takes hers, sitting beside him. Darren takes a long sip before smiling at her. “You know, from when you both were kids, I’ve always wished you would be his fated mate. Tatum did too, he would always speak about it, even if was just out a boyish crush. Do you remember the night your father died?” It is a night Leila remembers too well. She had faked an illness to avoid going on the trip to the neighboring pack with them so she could attend Tatum’s birthday party. The next morning, her mother showed up wounded, her father dead and Carmela was named the phoenix Luna a few days later. She can hardly ever forget those days. Trent stole her father from her and Carmela stole her destiny, how can she forget? “I try not to remember it,” she replies in a wry tone. “Hmmm,” Trent takes another sip of his coffee. “That night was the first time I realized that Tatum’s affection for you was not just something in passing. He had
Leila’s newfound revelation of Tatum’s long lasting love for her somehow just happened to be the boost that her mind and spirit needed. Rather than spend time wallowing in worry and fear, she now catches herself fantasizing about her future with him. Knowing that he has always loved her and seeing how they have been through so much together, she believes their love can only grow stronger. She takes a day off from her Luna duties for the first time in a while to have a spa date with Amanda and some other women that were pivotal in helping her stabilize the pack. Things are running more smoothly now, Trent has been quiet, not stirring up much trouble with more and more people offering her their support over him. She doesn’t worry but she also cannot wait to be reunited with her family. Whatever Tatum is planning, she hopes it works out soon because she is sure that his plan includes them being together, she just has to be patient and make sure that he returns back to the pack better
“Darren told me the king summoned you?” Adaline sobs, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Leila squints at her, confused at why she’s crying. “Yes,I’ll be leaving at dawn. Is everything okay?” “Yeah…” Adaline sniffs, “I just wanted to thank you Leila, for everything. Since you became Luna, even if it’s only been a short while, the pack has prospered.” Leila keeps the look on her face blank. She’s always put her best into being Luna no matter what and made sure things progressed. She can even say she did more back then when everyone treated her terribly than she is doing right now. It only seems like a lot because she is wrestling with an opposing tyrannical power and this time, instead of seeing her as an usurper, the people are seeing her as a Saviour. “We all have duties we have to carry out, you don’t have to thank me for doing what I have to do,” Leila replies, glancing through the mess of things she has scattered on her bed. Her mind is continually hassled by what th
Outside the hall, one of Kelvin’s men holds the door to the back of the car open for Leila to enter when Kelvin shakes his head. “I’m riding with her in mine,” he says in a cold tone, glancing at Leila, “the rest of you, take the other cars.”The man shuts the door and nods. Leila’s heart races as she locks eyes with Kelvin. Perhaps the Kelvin she knows is still in there and he couldn’t just be himself around her in front of Antonio’s other men which is why he wants her to ride alone with him.Kelvin walks over to his car with Leila in tow and then he walks back to his men, giving them further instructions before he walks back to Leila. He stands close to her at the passenger side of the car and scoffs before he walks over to the driver’s side.“What are you waiting for to get in? Gone are the days when I always opened the car door for you, Luna,” Kelvin says in a sarcastic and cold tone, getting into the car.Leila bites her lower lip, feeling like a boatload of stingers were just d
Leila shoots to her feet, her teary eyes locking with Kelvin’s in the distance. He is looking directly at her but there is no warmth in his eyes and his gaze isn’t cold either, it just ... .is— void, without any emotion.“Uncle Kev!” A teenager in the crowd yells and runs towards Kelvin with her arms wide open to hug him but the royal guards with him block the girl off and Kelvin doesn’t even look at her, he just keeps sauntering forward, his unreadable but eerie gaze focused on Leila.A sore feeling wraps around Leila’s heart and she remembers what Tatiana said Antonio had done to Kelvin, that he was different. The girl his men just shoved aside that he showed no concern for is one of his young nieces in the pack.How far gone is he?“It’s quite a scene you’ve made here,” Kelvin says in a sarcastic yet cold tone, staring from Trent’s headless body to his bodiless head, a cold smirk forming on his lips.Leila’s heart thuds slowly as she climbs down from the podium to meet him. The ha
“Luna, please don’t do this, we were only following the orders of our Alpha. Surely you cannot punish us for doing our duty,” One of Trent’s men who had been apprehended alongside him wails as the warriors drag them to the front of the crowd.It is the d-day for Trent’s execution but before him, a few of his most loyal men who perpetrated crimes against the pack in his name have also been brought before the pack to dance to the tone of their music.Leila frowns at the man who spoke, sitting atop of the podium, on the central seat reserved for the Alpha. She raises her hands up and the crowd goes silent. She stands up and walks over to where the accused are sitting on the floor, her cold eyes fixated on the one pleading for mercy.“Luna, Luna, Please, have some leniency,” he pleads again, trying to grab a hold of her feet but she moves away from his hold and the guards immediately restrain him.“You plead for mercy, claiming you were only doing the deeds of your Alpha. He may have forc
Trent scoffs, “I am not afraid of death. We all will die someday and from how I see it, things worked out quite well for Carmela in the end because of my actions. She is the queen of the kingdom. That is power that you can never taste and there’s nothing you can do to bring her down from there,” he chuckles sinisterly. “You’re so pathetic and deluded you don’t even see that she is living in a bubble that can burst at any moment. She has a noose hanging around her neck, ready to be yanked up at any moment and with such a lie hanging over her head, I’m sure she can’t even sleep peacefully at night, why would I want to stop my enemy from an eternal life of fear and suffering,” Leila scoffs nonchalantly, “by all means, she should continue living her life of misery in the palace.” “Bullshit! Like you didn’t want the king for yourself at some point. Admit it Leila, you’re jealous that she is living a life of luxury far beyond your reach.” Trent’s words hit a spot and Leila frowns. She is
“Luna,” the guard guarding Trent in prison, bows to Leila as he opens the cell door for her. “Thank you,” Leila replies, peeking into the dark cell before turning back to the guard, “leave us.” The guard bows and makes his exit and Leila steps into the cell and flicks the light on to see Trent clearly. He is hanging from two adjustable rods welded into the ceiling with the silver cuffs around his wrist fastened to the rods to suspend him from the floor. The rods are adjusted in such a way that he is not suspended too far from the floor and his toes can graze the floor below if he stretches downwards to get some respite from hanging but that will only tighten the hold of the silver around his wrist causing him even more pain and below him is not the concrete floor but a large basin of wolfsbane so whether he continues to hang or tries to drop, torture awaits him. “Ahh…I was wondering when you would come to gloat,” Trent says with his head bent down, unable to lift it up to look a
Later that evening, after deciding on the date and time to execute Trent, Leila goes to visit her mother and is surprised to see an even larger crowd than the one that gathered at the packhouse outside her mother’s house. She steps out of her car and immediately she is approached by a group. “What’s going on?” She asks, scanning the crowd and seeing her mother in the middle with tears falling from her eyes. Leila’s heart immediately races, fearing the worst. She dashes towards the crowd, not waiting for a reply to her initial question, ignoring the greetings of people until she gets to her mother. “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Her mom sweeps her into a tight hug, sobbing hard, “thank you Leila, thank you.” The tension in Leila’s heart deflates but the confusion in it lingers even though she hugs her mom back. “We are so happy that the truth came out Luna. For so long, many believed the lies of that traitor Trent that your mother killed your father, we can’t imagine how ha
Leila’s men drag Trent out of the house, two of them holding him tight. Another one immediately lodges two syringes full of wolfsbane into his neck, both to weaken him and to stop him from mindlinking anyone. The fourth one opens the car door but one of them holding Trent frowns, “we should parade him round the pack before throwing his ass in jail.” “Sounds like a good idea to me,” the other replies, slamming handcuffs on Trent’s hand behind his back before he kicks him down. “You imbeciles, you’ll pay for this,” Trent says, groaning in pain, the wolfsbane having immediate effect on him. “Shut up,” one of the men throws a hard fist at Trent's face and splits his lip open and blood gushes. Another one yanks Trent up by his collar and gives him a cold stare, “if anyone is going to pay for anything, it’s you who will pay for your crimes,” he drives his fist into Trent’s torso making Trent squirm in pain before pushing him forward, leading away from the old Alpha house. A crowd start
“How is this possible?” Trent asks in shock, unwilling to believe what his eyes just witnessed. Adaline has been laying in a pool of her own blood with wounds all over. How is she fucking healed? And Darren has him pinned to the floor. Did he suddenly recover from his illness? He looks sharply at Leila, getting a thought as the blue aura emanating from her slowly starts to dim. Is she the one behind this? Does she have some kind of healing power? “Are you okay, Father?” Leila asks Darren, slowly walking towards him, her heart full of relief and gratitude. She has no idea what happened or why that powerful aura burst forth from her but something tells her that it has something to do with Trent’s recovery. “Never been better,” Darren applies more pressure to keeping Trent in place, “I think whatever happened with you just now healed me, I feel so young and strong.” Leila blinks and tears roll down the corner of her eyes. She immediately mindlinks some of her trusted warriors and fo
“No…” Trent’s voice is filled with terror upon seeing Leila, “you shouldn’t be here, you should be dead.” Leila sneers at him, “you think you’re one step ahead of me with your plotting and scheming to have me sent to the palace so you could get rid of me but the problem with being a step ahead is that you leave steps behind and you never know what’s going on behind you.” “Bullshit!” Trent growls, his eyes red and full of murderous intent as he stares at Leila. “You made a very foolish decision coming back here, your plan should have included you running for your dear life just like your cowardly husband because now I’m going to kill you myself, then I’ll kill this old fool and his wife. Nothing will stop me from my destiny.” Leila grinds her teeth, feeling so much anger inside of her from Trent’s words but she manages to keep the anger away from her eyes and her voice becomes sullen like someone riddled with fear from Trent’s threat. “Why? Why are you doing all of this?” She backs