MAGNAR’S POV“Hey, you seem quite agitated today. Is everything alright?” one of my friends asked, his tone casual but his curiosity evident.I clenched my fists at my sides, my jaw tight as I tried to suppress the storm brewing inside me. How could I possibly tell them? They can’t know. No one can know that she’s my mate.“Dude, you have been like this since last night. Are you really fine? I have never seen you like this,” Braden said but right now his voice was pissing me off even more.“Yeah, I can feel your wolf man! We can go for another run together if you want,” Loki said and I just shook my head, right now I cannot hand over the control to him, I don’t trust him with the situation right now.What if he goes there and mark her…?The thought of it made my stomach churn. Valeria. A slave. My mate. The Moon Goddess must have lost her mind. She’s a weakling, unworthy of standing beside me as Luna. And yet, every time I think of her, my wolf growls possessively, his voice clawing a
Magnar's POVThe water from the shower pounded against my skin, scalding and relentless, but it wasn’t enough. I scrubbed at my arms, my chest, my hands—anything to rid myself of her scent. It clung to me like a brand, a reminder of last night. Of her.Her screams echoed in my head, raw and desperate, piercing through the haze of my denial. The memory of her blood, rich and metallic, filled my senses. I clenched my jaw, forcing the thoughts away, but they kept coming. Her pleading voice. The way she looked at me—like I had shattered her entire world.Stop. Just stop.I pressed my palms against the cold tile, breathing heavily. My wolf remained silent, his absence a void I didn’t know how to fill. Since the moment I rejected her, he’d retreated, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. No growls. No snarls. Not even a whisper.I gritted my teeth, shutting off the water abruptly. “Fine,” I muttered, grabbing a towel. “Be mad. See if I care.”But I did care. His silence gnawed at me, a cons
MAGNAR’S POVThe atmosphere in my father’s office was tense. I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, trying to mask the storm brewing inside me. Braden, Kian, and Mavros sat beside me, their expressions ranging from confused to mildly concerned. None of us knew why my father had summoned us so urgently.Dimitri, my father, stood by the window, his gaze distant yet sharp. Something was eating at him—something he wasn’t sharing. His aura, usually calm but commanding, now felt off. It made my wolf stir uneasily, though he still refused to speak.When my father finally turned to face us, his words knocked the breath out of the room.“Valeria is missing.”“Valeria? That name sounds quite familiar?” Braden said.“Yes, because that’s the name of the slave who serve us almost on a daily basis and she recently turned eighteen,” my father snapped.That name hit me like a blow to the gut, but I forced my expression to remain neutral. She’s just a slave. Why should it matter? And how does my fat
VALERIA’S POVThe forest was eerily silent, broken only by the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant call of an owl. My bare feet ached from stepping on uneven ground, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t know where I was going—just that I had to keep moving. I made sure that I didn’t leave any kind of scent behind me so that no one could trace my path, though apart from rogues I hardly feared anything.The hunger gnawed at me mercilessly. My stomach growled again, loud enough to make me wince. I scanned my surroundings, hoping to find something edible. Fruits, berries, anything. But all I saw were wild plants, their jagged leaves and thorns a clear warning not to touch them.Every shadow, every whisper of movement sent my heart racing. I glanced behind me more times than I could count, convinced that rogues were still on my trail. But the forest remained empty, a labyrinth of trees and shadows.My thoughts swirled as I stumbled forward. What are my true abilities? Why haven’t I rece
Valeria’s POVI stood behind the unknown wolf, my heart pounding in my chest. He had just saved my life, stepping in when the others had been ready to rip me apart without a second thought. I was grateful, but also wary. He was the only thing standing between me and a violent death, and I didn’t know if his protection would last or did he really cared enough to help a stranger like me.“She is trespassing and the rules are clear,” one of them said.“Are they now? Are we going to judge her just like that? What if she is innocent?” My protector retorted.The argument between him and the other wolves raged on, their voices harsh and suspicious, their gazes cutting. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the others begrudgingly gave me a chance to explain myself.“Speak, girl,” one of them growled. “Tell us why you’re here, and we’ll decide whether you live or die.”The finality in his tone made me shiver, but I managed a shaky nod. I followed them to a small, ramshackle cabin that lo
MAGNAR'S POVHalf the day had passed, and we were no closer to finding her. My father’s insistence on locating a mere slave baffled me. She was nobody—just another cog in the wheel of pack labour. Yes, I knew she was the daughter of an Alpha from her previous pack, but here, in our pack, she was nothing more than a servant.“Magnar, I think it’s fruitless now,” Braden said, breaking my train of thought. “There are no traces, no scent, nothing to go after. I think we’re wasting our time.”I nodded reluctantly. “I know, but what do I tell Father? That a slave slipped out of the pack while I was on patrol and is now nowhere to be found? He’ll start doubting my capabilities.”Braden grimaced, and I knew he shared my concerns. “You’re more than capable, Magnar. I don’t understand why Alpha Dimitri is still holding onto the title. You’ve already found your wolf, your Luna is at your side, and you’ve proven yourself time and again. Why is he still the Alpha?”His words sparked an unsettling
VALERIA’S POVA young wolf was assigned to show me around the area. He was barely out of his teens, lanky but with a spark of confidence in his gait. I assumed they chose him to make me feel at ease. His youth and demeanor exuded a sense of safety. The rest of the wolves had stayed back at the dilapidated cabin, likely to discuss my arrival.The boy introduced himself as Colin. He seemed eager to talk, and I was eager to learn about this peculiar pack.“So, Colin,” I began hesitantly, not wanting to seem intrusive. “How long have you all been staying here? I didn’t know rogues could form their own packs.”He looked at me with an amused grin, his bright eyes reflecting an innocence that seemed rare among wolves who lived on the fringes. “We’re not a proper pack,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “We’re just a group of wolves who stick together. And we haven’t been here long. We move around a lot.”“Move around? That must be difficult,” I said, genuinely curious. “Isn’t it hard to
VALERIA’S POVThe evening air in The Haven was surprisingly warm, filled with the soft murmur of voices and the occasional crackle of the fire. I stood near the makeshift cooking area, watching as the pack members gathered to eat the simple meal I had prepared. My nerves buzzed as I observed their reactions, waiting for any signs of disapproval or criticism.But the moment they took their first bites, I saw it—the subtle nods, the satisfied hums, and the faint smiles that lit up their faces. They liked it. A wave of relief washed over me, followed quickly by a flicker of pride. It was a simple dish, nothing extravagant as if we didn’t have enough resources. I prepared a vegetable stew and also added mushrooms to make it more filling.For the first time in years, I wasn’t cooking out of obligation or fear of punishment. I wasn’t cooking because someone demanded it. I was doing it because I wanted to.“Valeria, this is amazing!” one of the younger wolves, a girl named Lila, exclaimed wi
VALERIA’S POVRiven left, but I stayed.Her words echoed in my mind, a quiet reminder of the truth I needed to accept.I need to change the way I think.All of this was meant to be.Dimitri’s death. The battle. The bloodshed.I had to take revenge. It was supposed to happen one way or another.I couldn’t blame myself—not anymore.But I couldn’t stay here either.This place, these walls, this land—they would always remind me of what happened.Still, I couldn’t just walk away without a final goodbye.I had to make things right. I had to set everything straight.________________________________________By the time I returned to the pack, the battlefield was nearly cleared.The royal traitors had been dealt with.The Alphas who had dared to cross Riven were handcuffed in silver and being loaded into vans. I had no doubt she would deal with them personally.I walked toward the packhouse, my heart steady but my mind restless.I wasn’t sure what I expected, but when I stepped inside, I was m
VALERIA’S POVDimitri was dead.His lifeless body lay still, surrounded by the very people he had tormented and betrayed.And yet—I didn’t feel victorious.I didn’t feel like a hero.Instead, a sharp, twisting knot of dread and guilt settled deep inside me, like a festering wound that refused to heal.I should have felt relief. Peace.But all I felt was…Empty.A murderer.I had taken a life.Yes, it was justified. Yes, it was necessary. Yes, he deserved it.But that didn’t make it any easier.My gaze flickered toward Magnar. His lips were pressed together in a firm line, his golden eyes locked onto Dimitri’s body. I saw the shine of unshed tears, the war between grief and justice playing out in real time.I turned away.I couldn’t look at him.I couldn’t look at any of them.The weight of their stares, their unspoken expectations, was suffocating me.The world blurred as my breathing grew shallow. My heartbeat pounded against my ribs. I had to get out of here.I took a step back—then
VALERIA’S POVThe battlefield was silent.Not because the war was over—But because they were waiting.Waiting for me to finish what Dimitri started.I stared down at him, breathing heavily, my heart hammering in my chest.Riven’s voice sliced through the silence, low and certain.“Don’t show any mercy this time, Valeria. Your friends are safe—he has nothing against you now.”And just like that—My hesitation disappeared.The weight I had been carrying, the fear, the second-guessing—it all vanished.I turned my head slightly, catching sight of Magnar.He stood there, his arms tense at his sides, his jaw locked.His expression was unreadable, but his eyes…They were conflicted.He may have accepted this fate, may have severed the final tie with the man who raised him, but I knew—watching this wouldn’t be easy for him.I exhaled slowly and met his gaze.“You should look away,” I told him. “This is going to be painful for you to watch.”But he didn’t move.Didn’t blink.Didn’t turn away.
VALERIA’S POVI had never seen a vampire in my life.Not in person.Not until now.And suddenly, we were surrounded by them.Their presence was undeniable—an eerie, otherworldly force that sent shivers down my spine. Their sharp features, their glowing red eyes, the way they moved so effortlessly, like shadows given form.Riven is associated with vampires?Wow.I had heard whispers about her, of course. Rumors that she had ties beyond the werewolf realm. That she had even visited the fae kingdom.I never believed it.But now?Nothing seemed impossible when it came to Riven.And honestly… good for her.If anyone could command respect across different species, it was the woman standing before us with that annoyingly confident smirk.Dimitri, however, didn’t share my thoughts.His face twisted in pure rage, his lips pulling back over his teeth as he snarled at the newcomers.“Vampires are abominations! They are not allowed on my land! This is exactly why you should never have been queen,
VALERIA’S POV“No—”I lunged forward, my heart slamming against my ribs like a war drum.But I was too late.Dimitri’s fingers slammed down on the button, his smirk widening as if he had already won.For a split second, my world froze.I braced myself, every muscle in my body tightening. I knew what was coming—poison.A gas so lethal it would seep into the lungs of everyone around us, burning them from the inside, turning them into lifeless corpses before they could even scream.The end.I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the sting, the suffocating burn, the chaos—But…Nothing happened.I snapped my eyes open, my breath catching in confusion.The arena was still there. The ground hadn’t turned into a graveyard.The warriors, the royals, everyone was still standing.For a moment, even Dimitri looked stunned.His hand trembled over the button, his eyes darting wildly across the battlefield as if expecting bodies to drop at any second.Nothing.No poison.No death.No victory for him.
VALERIA’S POVThe battlefield still burned with chaos, but in this moment, my world narrowed down to only three people—Dimitri, Riven, and myself.Dimitri stood a few feet away, blood dripping from his nose, his fury barely contained. He was no longer the composed, manipulative mastermind. No. I had managed to push him into desperation.And Riven?She was watching me intently, her violet eyes sharp as she slowly began to understand what I was about to do.I turned my gaze back to Dimitri and smirked.“You know, Dimitri,” I called out to him, my voice clear over the noise of the battle, “you missed one crucial detail about Moonbound wolves.”Dimitri clenched his jaw. He wasn’t in the mood for games.But Riven, oh, she was.“I would love to know what it is,” she drawled, amusement flickering across her face.“I don’t care,” Dimitri snapped at the same time.I chuckled darkly. “Oh, but you should, Dimitri. You see, you’ve spent so much time obsessing over your revenge, your plans, and co
VALERIA’S POVI don’t know what came over me.One moment, I was staring at Riven, knowing Dimitri’s command had sealed my fate.The next, I was turning against him.All the energy I had been gathering, all the rage, the frustration, the helplessness—I redirected it.Not at Riven.At him.A blinding surge of power exploded from my hands, aimed straight at Dimitri.It hit him dead center.The force of my attack sent him flying backward, ripping him from the ceremonial platform. He crashed hard onto the stone floor below, a thunderous impact shaking the entire arena.Gasps echoed around me.A thick cloud of dust and debris rose from where Dimitri had landed, swirling in the air like a storm brewing around us. The weight of my attack had thrown him back with such force that the ceremonial platform itself trembled from the impact.For a heartbeat, all I could hear was the ringing in my ears and the shallow gasps of those who had witnessed what I had just done.Then, movement.I wasn’t give
VALERIA’S POVThe moment the signal came, I ran.The battle raged around me, the air thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and something far more sinister—Dimitri’s victory.His forces were overwhelming, tearing through the opposition like a wildfire, precise and merciless. The royals who had sided with him played their part well, cutting down anyone who dared to challenge their authority.This was his battlefield.His game.And I was just a piece he had moved into place.By the time I reached the throne, I expected to see panic, desperation—fear.But Riven sat there calmly, her posture regal, her gaze surveying the chaos below with a detached sort of curiosity.As if she were merely watching a performance rather than witnessing the fall of her kingdom.“So, you’re here to kill me.” She stated with a sigh.She didn’t sound afraid.Not even surprised.I faltered for a moment. She knew?“You knew?” I asked, disbelief coating my voice.She turned her head slightly, her golden eyes meetin
MAGNAR’S POVThe Queen followed my gaze.She saw it too.The fear in Valeria’s eyes.The helplessness clinging to her like a shroud.Riven’s expression remained unreadable, but something flickered in her gaze—understanding.“Hmm… interesting,” she muttered under her breath, her tone thoughtful, calculated. Then, without missing a beat, she turned her attention back to the gathered audience.She took a single step forward, commanding absolute silence.“As the reigning Queen, I declare the trials complete,” her voice rang out, powerful and unshaken. “Magnar has proven himself worthy through strength, strategy, and wisdom. He has shown that he is capable of leading not only his pack but making the hard choices necessary for the greater good.”The crowd erupted in cheers.Pride swelled in my chest, but a weight still pressed against me. Something wasn’t right. I could still feel Valeria’s gaze, though I couldn’t find her in the sea of people.Queen Riven turned to face me once more.“I ho