MIA'S POVMonths had passed since the battle with Keith, but the scars—both seen and unseen—remained. Yet, I had won.Not just the fight. Not just my life.I had won myself.For the first time in forever, I was at peace.I stood before the werewolf world, my silver gown flowing in the wind, my white wolf aura glowing softly around me. The night sky stretched endlessly above, the full moon shining like a proud mother watching over her child."The Moon Queen."The title was whispered with reverence, spoken with respect.I had proven myself. Not just as a white wolf. Not just as a Luna. But as a leader.The packs had united under my rule, their loyalty unwavering. They no longer feared me; they believed in me.And for the first time… I believed in myself, too.The brothers stood before me, their expressions nervous yet hopeful.Months ago, I would have laughed at the thought of forgiving them.But now?I exhaled slowly, looking at each of them. Xavier, Sean, Nathan, and Rolex.They had s
MIA’S POVWaking up in a tangle of limbs, silk sheets, and the lingering taste of last night's sins… yeah, this was exactly how I liked it. This feeling of being surrounded, protected, desired—I'll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. Not when I spent so long feeling unwanted.Sean's arm was locked around my waist like he thought someone might steal me away overnight. Cute. Even in sleep, he's possessive. The boy who once terrorized me now can't bear to let me go, even while unconscious. Life has a twisted sense of humor.Xavier's breath stirred the strands of my hair as he shifted behind me, his leg hooked over mine. My body was bare under the covers, and not a single inch of me felt cold. I was tucked between two overprotective wolves like their personal treasure chest. Their heat radiates into me, through me. I used to sleep alone, cold and curled into myself. Now I can barely move without touching one of them.And I was a treasure. A spoiled, kissed, claimed one. Somet
Mia’s POVWhen I stood in front of the principal, my hands were shaking as I tried not to cry. It was too crowded in the room, and each charge hit me like a ton of rocks. My mind was racing with painful images from the past.Like before, I thought with anger. No one ever believes me. It's always what they think.As I thought about the mean comments that had been said about me in the halls for years, the familiar pain in my chest got worse. "Bastard," they'd call me, and their words hurt more than any hit. My dad left my mom before I was born, that's why I was treated as a shame of the society. As if I had any control over that. My mother also didn’t love me much, she left me for her new boyfriend, Alpha Diego. She didn’t even care about me once, or meet me once. Why am I treated with no love or respect?"I didn't do it, sir," I said in a low voice that was hard to hear. "I swear."As Principal Sharma leaned back in his chair and looked at me carefully, his eyes got wrinkled. Despite m
Mia POVAs I walked into the fancy house, I took a deep breath. The door then clicked softly shut behind me. My heart was beating fast with excitement and worry. I was ready to meet my new family now that I was here. But before I could even take a look around, I was in a large room that was purposely messy."Hey, you're here early." A deep voice startled me. I turned around and stopped. He was standing in the middle of the room. He was a breathtaking handsome man, possibly around 20 years old. His broad shoulders and abs were so strong they would make anyone knees weak. His body looked like it was carved from stone. More scary was the fact that his dark eyes were sharp and focused.My words were stumbling as I said, "Um, I—""Don't worry," he said, then looked me over again. "I told the agency to send the model something hot, but this..." He looked at my simple white shirt for a long time. "This will do for now.You just need to show a bit more." He smirked, a playful but confident gri
Alpha Diego led me up the grand staircase, his steps light but steady. When we got to the second floor, he smiled at me and pointed to the long hallway with doors."This is your room, Mia." The room was big, with a big bed, soft lighting, and fancy decorations when he opened a door. Even though it looked cozy, there was a feeling of nothingness about it. "Your room will be next to your brothers'.Don't be afraid to ask them for help if you need it.”I paused before going inside and taking a look around. My fingers were twitching uncomfortably at the bottom of my sweater. "Alpha, I don't think they'll want to help me…”“Call me Dad.” "Dad," I said awkwardly, and continue, “It looks like they hate me already."He put a soft hand on my shoulder and replied me, "They're just mad right now.It's been hard for them to get used to it. As Alphas, they will protect you once they get to know you. That's how they are.”Even though I wasn't sure, I nodded. "I hope you're right."Right on time, t
MIA’S POVI woke up feeling thirsty, like my throat dry as sandpaper. I tiptoed out of bed, hoping to grab a glass of water without bumping into anyone. As I entered the kitchen, I spotted one of my stepbrothers Sean sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. His broad chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to disturb him, before quickly moving to the sink.Oh no, I shouldn’t be staring at him like this! I thought, panicking internally.I jerked my hand away, my heart racing, blood rushing to my cheeks. I could feel the heat spreading all over my body. Oh no, I touched him...I filled my glass, the cool water soothing against my dry lips. Just as I turned to take a sip, I heard soft footsteps approaching. I glanced over my shoulder, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Nathan, and he was shirtless.I could barely tear my eyes away from him. His abs were perfectly defined, every ridge and muscle sculpted like a masterpiece. His sweatpants hung low
Finally, I was starting over at a new school. The prospect of leaving the old one, together with all of the terrible memories, made me feel relieved and excited. A new location meant an opportunity to redefine oneself. I couldn't wait to try something new, and maybe better.As I strolled down the hall, I noticed that the door to my stepbrother Xavier's room had a glass window that provided a clear view inside. My curiosity got the best of me, and I slowed down, peeping in without thinking."Whoa..." The word spilled out before I could stop it. Xavier had just emerged from the shower, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. His damp hair clung to his brow, as beads of water ran down his muscular shoulders and chiseled chest. The sight of his well-defined abs and V-shaped waist made my heart race. How does someone look so good?"Stop staring, Mia," I said to myself, pulling my gaze away. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't avoid it. My attention shifted back to him. He resemble
MIA’S POVDiego saw my fear and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I understand it's not what you wanted, but don't worry. Rolex graduated from that school few years ago. "No one will dare to bully you again after he tells them you're his stepsister."I bit my lip, hoping to find solace in his words. But the worry persisted, nagging at me. Would it truly be so simple? Will they really cease because I am his stepsister?Before I could digest this knowledge, I heard footsteps coming. I turned to see Rolex enter the corridor. He was clothed in a sleek black jacket and dark jeans, with a helmet in his hand. His piercing eyes met mine briefly before he looked away, plainly unhappy with the circumstance."Where are you going?" Diego questioned abruptly, halting him in his tracks. "Did you forget what I told you yesterday?"Rolex shifted his weight, obviously uncomfortable. "I have a lot of patients to see today. I can't drive her to school; I'll be late—"Diego's look had silenced hi
MIA’S POVWaking up in a tangle of limbs, silk sheets, and the lingering taste of last night's sins… yeah, this was exactly how I liked it. This feeling of being surrounded, protected, desired—I'll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. Not when I spent so long feeling unwanted.Sean's arm was locked around my waist like he thought someone might steal me away overnight. Cute. Even in sleep, he's possessive. The boy who once terrorized me now can't bear to let me go, even while unconscious. Life has a twisted sense of humor.Xavier's breath stirred the strands of my hair as he shifted behind me, his leg hooked over mine. My body was bare under the covers, and not a single inch of me felt cold. I was tucked between two overprotective wolves like their personal treasure chest. Their heat radiates into me, through me. I used to sleep alone, cold and curled into myself. Now I can barely move without touching one of them.And I was a treasure. A spoiled, kissed, claimed one. Somet
MIA'S POVMonths had passed since the battle with Keith, but the scars—both seen and unseen—remained. Yet, I had won.Not just the fight. Not just my life.I had won myself.For the first time in forever, I was at peace.I stood before the werewolf world, my silver gown flowing in the wind, my white wolf aura glowing softly around me. The night sky stretched endlessly above, the full moon shining like a proud mother watching over her child."The Moon Queen."The title was whispered with reverence, spoken with respect.I had proven myself. Not just as a white wolf. Not just as a Luna. But as a leader.The packs had united under my rule, their loyalty unwavering. They no longer feared me; they believed in me.And for the first time… I believed in myself, too.The brothers stood before me, their expressions nervous yet hopeful.Months ago, I would have laughed at the thought of forgiving them.But now?I exhaled slowly, looking at each of them. Xavier, Sean, Nathan, and Rolex.They had s
MIA’S POVThe moment my eyes snapped open, the battlefield fell into a stunned silence. Power surged through my veins like wildfire, alive, untamed, unstoppable. My body felt weightless, yet I had never been stronger. Every inch of me pulsed with the raw energy of the White Wolf.Keith’s expression twisted in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists. “No… This—this can’t be happening!” His voice wavered, but I saw the truth in his eyes—fear.I tilted my head, stepping forward with deliberate slowness. “You should be proud, Keith.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “If you hadn’t stabbed me, I wouldn’t have awakened.”His face turned red with fury. With a snarl, he lifted his hands. Dark energy crackled at his fingertips.The ground trembled. Shadows twisted unnaturally. The stench of death filled the air.I turned just as an army of demon rogues emerged from the darkness, their eyes glowing red, their bodies twisted by corrupted magic. Their growls rumbled through the battlefield, sending a
MIA’S POVThe pain was unbearable, like fire licking through my veins, but somehow… it was fading. I could hear my name—frantic, desperate voices calling out to me—but they felt so far away, like echoes in a void.I wasn't in the dungeon anymore.I wasn’t anywhere at all.A soft glow surrounded me, warm and comforting, like the moonlight on a peaceful night. And then, from that glow, she appeared.My wolf.No—not just my wolf.She was beautiful, ethereal. Skin as white as snow, long flowing hair the color of the full moon, eyes like the endless night sky. A presence so divine, so powerful, I immediately knew.The Moon Goddess.I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I wasn’t afraid, though. Her gaze held nothing but kindness, her expression serene."You’ve suffered, my child," she finally spoke, her voice like a melody carried by the wind. "Far more than I ever intended."I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. Everything I’d been through flashed before me—every wound, eve
MIA’S POVI glared at Keith, my patience snapping as he paced before us like some grand villain in a pathetic play. His voice was thick with arrogance, dripping with the delusion of a man who thought the world owed him everything.“My father,” he sneered, “was the rightful heir to the Alpha title. But your father stole it from him. Stole what should have been ours.”I tilted my head, unimpressed. “Let me guess,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “And now you’re here to reclaim your birthright? Oh, Keith, how tragic. Such a sad little story. I might cry.”His face darkened. His jaw clenched so tightly, I thought he might break his own teeth.“You mock me?” His voice dropped to something colder, more dangerous.I scoffed. “Mocking implies I take you seriously. But I don’t. Because you sound like a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum over something that was never yours to begin with.”A dangerous flicker lit up in his eyes. “You think this is a joke?”I stepped forward, unbothered by the threat
Mia’s POVI was halfway to the dungeon when my steps faltered. The heavy scent of blood still lingered in the air, the thick stench wrapping around me like a warning. Something felt off.Then I saw him.Lucas.He was being dragged into the shadows, his body limp, his usually sharp eyes dulled with exhaustion. His lips moved, barely, but I caught it.Don’t.A silent command. A plea.My entire body tensed. Every instinct screamed at me to run after him, to tear through whoever had him in their grasp. But I didn’t.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. The frustration burned like acid in my veins, but Lucas had signaled me for a reason. Rushing in blindly would only get me captured, too.I needed a plan.Spinning on my heel, I turned and sprinted toward the main hall, heart pounding wildly. My mind raced through every possible scenario. Who the hell had the guts to take Lucas? Keith’s men? Another enemy?No. I couldn’t let my thoughts spiral. Focus. I still had the tracker.L
LUCAS’S POVThe moment I stepped into the room, I knew something big had happened. The air was thick with tension, the scent of anger and relief clashing in a way that made my wolf restless.My eyes landed on Mia first. She stood at the center of it all, arms crossed, chin lifted, looking every bit like a leader. Strong, untouchable. But I knew her better than that. I could see the exhaustion in her stance, the tightness in her jaw."What the hell happened?" My voice was sharp, demanding answers.Mia’s gaze flicked to me, unreadable for a second before she spoke. "We caught the bastard who tried to poison our father."I stilled. "Our father?" The words felt strange on my tongue.Mia nodded, her expression hard. "He would have died if we hadn’t stopped him in time."My chest burned. I had barely had time to know the man, to understand him, and already someone had tried to take him from me. My hands clenched at my sides, but I forced my voice to stay calm. "Where is he now?""With the g
MIA'S POVEverything had gone exactly as planned.I stood there, watching the traitor tremble, the weight of his failure sinking into his bones. He still hadn’t spoken, but it didn’t matter—he would.Because this was my trap.The fight. The chaos. My father’s supposed helplessness. Every single part of it had been orchestrated—and he walked straight into it.I glanced at the brothers, who were still catching up to the reality of the situation. They hadn’t known either.Their fight had been real, but it wasn’t their own doing.I had set them up too. Because I want it to look real, though I told them to fight but I didn't tell the reason. Their argument had been the perfect distraction, drawing everyone’s attention—including the spy’s.I crossed my arms, a slow smirk curling my lips as I turned my gaze back to the traitor. "You thought you were smart, didn’t you?" My voice was soft, almost mocking. "Thought you could just walk in, finish what you started, and leave without a trace."His
Xavier’s chest still rose and fell in sharp, angry breaths, Tristan’s fingers twitching at his sides, both of them still locked in whatever petty fight they had started. But I had no time for their nonsense.Because I saw it.A shadow, a movement too calculated, too precise. The way they slipped through the crowd, not rushing, not panicked—just careful.Too careful.Every instinct inside me screamed. My stomach twisted, and an icy chill ran up my spine. I didn’t think. My body reacted before my mind fully caught up.I reached out, grabbing both of them—Xavier’s bicep, Tristan’s wrist—dragging them closer before they could resist.Their bodies tensed against my touch, Xavier’s heat seeping through his shirt, Tristan’s pulse hammering under my fingers. But I ignored the way my skin prickled from the contact.I leaned in, lowering my voice, barely parting my lips. No one else could hear this."Look past your damn fight," I whispered, my heart pounding in my ears. "Someone just slipped aw