Unknown POV The southern lands broke into an uproar the instant they learned about the misoccurrence which shook Djurek in the land of the Andals. They were particularly agitated about the Darnish’s treachery and their decision to play on the king's intelligence. The Danish were never friends with the king. Every attempt they made to get closer to him was to be able to access the throne of the Southern lands which they saw as their inheritance. Two days after news of the war in the land of the Andals broke out, people of the Southern lands gathered in front of the palace and decided to hold a meeting. The meeting was headed by one of Djurek's soldiers. It consisted of the villagers, as well as the nuns from the moon temple. “Alisson Darnish is in there,” The head of the soldiers, Jackson, said raising a hand and pointing a finger at the magnificent building. “She declared asylum and has doubled the guards in her chambers.” “But which foolish guard will remain loyal to her after
Unknown POV “How sure are you that our plan will work out?”Elio stood on the top of the tower gazing down at the werewolf land from its insurmountable height. The land was oddly still, but it was all for one reason, the Alpha king of the south had gotten into trouble in the land of the Andals. This thought brought a small smile to his face and he nodded satisfactorily. “I like that Djurek has finally gotten the perfect reward for his desperation and theft." He said again. "He went about conquering and making Dante look like the idiot who knew that he had been blind all this while. Oh, I can't wait for Dante to emerge victorious and wipe out these disgusting moon servers.” He squeezed his face in disgust as if these people were nothing but trash. “I hate the fact that that bitch was able to plan a counter action to the move Dante and Romeo had planned.” Gareth said, spreading a scroll map on the table. “I have always known that she was the unknown Queen, I sensed it the instant m
Aurelia's POV “You seem to like spending time in the library, I have never seen you anywhere else. Do you mind telling me what exactly you gain from here?” I didn't turn around to look, there was no need for me to. Djurek could busy his mouth all he wants, I will not make him head of the council. “You seem to be engrossed in the book you are reading.” He said again, walking closer to my reading table. “What is the title and who wrote it?” His exuded an unnameable aura not to mention how irritated his lavender perfume made me. “I don't think I want to discuss books.” I finally turned to look at him. “there's a lot of things going on kind of and it is up to me to shoulder them.” “And I thought the nurses told you to relax. You have received your due date and you cannot afford to be stressed. The council is going to hold their return tomorrow; let me address them. Give me the list of issues you have been trying to solve. Take a breathe and relax. It is not going to hurt.”
“Happy married life Melissa!”I reached for the flower bouquet but she snatched it out of my grasp. “You don't need to shout like I'm a lovesick teenager.”“But Aaron thinks you are a baby,”“No, he doesn't.” She lowered her gaze, but I had already seen the redness crawling onto her cheeks. The wedding was over, and a crowd of guests had begun to file out of the temple. We had just finished saying prayers and were now waiting for the carriage that would take us home. “Aaron thinks you're tender baby Melissa, that is why he is going to make a good husband.”Melissande blushed again, but I could see the affection in her eyes. It felt good to love and be loved back. To have someone who knows you more than you know yourself. Melissa had to suffer in her life and the moon goddess rewarded her with a second chance mate, a good and prudent man. Aaron and Melissa became close after the war with the shamanists, and after 4 months, they became official and now they are happily wedded.“I'm
AURORA'S POVIt was cold. Very, very cold. The air seemed made of ice and every breath I took in was torture. The hard floor on which I sat was also cold and the coldness seeped through my flimsy clothing and into my skin but I could not move nor stand from my position and even if I could, there was no space to shift to. The cell that I had been thrown in was filled to the brim with young girls that were no more than my age. The only difference between me and them was that I had stopped crying ages ago. Tears hadn't stopped them from throwing me out of the only place I had ever known.When my rejection and banishment had just taken place, I had cried and cried, thinking that perhaps my tears would move my former pack members and mate, but it had been for nothing. They had thrown me out and turned their backs on me.I turned into a wanderer, a rogue with no roots. Days and nights had passed with me crying at the edge of our pack borders, hoping and praying they would take me back. Hopi
Mate,” growled Nicolas as soon as our eyes met each other's and my heart began to thud as a ray of hope spread slowly over it.Maybe something could go right for me afterall. Maybe there was hope for me and I wasn't to live the rest of my life alone. I would have a partner, a companion. The mating ceremony party between Brie and Gabriel was now well underway and everyone except me was having the time of their lives.I had stepped out from the hall to take a break from the gyrating bodies and loud music and had immiediately being slammed with the smell of rain and lemon. I had thought that perhaps it was my nose playing tricks on me. It hadn't rained in a while around here and we had no lemon trees either. It was not until I caught sight of Nicolas and the smell grew stronger that I knew he was the source of the smell.My wolf began jumping inside of me, as if threatening to tear its way out of me, excitement and joy holding me tight in his grip.Mate, mate, it began to scream.Nic
Wolfsbane was the most deadly thing to wolf. Within minutes, it could shut down the organs and kill a wolf. Thankfully, Brie must have taken only the sip of the wine, that was why she was developing boils.“Wolfsbane?!” someone in the crowd was saying, bringing me back to earth. “Wolfsbane?! How did she get access to wolfsbane?”“It wasn't me!” I was finally able to scream. “It wasn't me!” I repeated.“Then who?” came the voice again. It was Josh, Gabriel's beta, and I could see the hatred in his eyes even from afar. He had once tried to force me to have sex with me. I had been able to fight him and break away, but he had kept coming until I pried out a small nail from a wood on the wall. He had bled from his cock that day.And it was clear that he never forgot that day.“The wine was a gift from Gabriel to her.”“You mean Gabriel tried to poison his mate?” I didn't know when Josh came towards me until I felt the pain of his arm on my cheeks.“You lying witch!”He raised his hand and
The first few days of my Exile, I spent it outside the borders of the pack. Waiting and hoping that they would take me back, that they realized they made a mistake.I waited three days. In the rain, in the sun. Three days of waiting. Nights and days of not believing, night and days of slowly, slowly, realizing that it was all over.I had no pack, no where I belonged. Nicolas had rejected me before our mating really began. I was not his, he was not mine. I was all alone.I ventured into the forest with a gnawing stomach. I wanted food. Whatever it and where ever I could find it.I needed food.My first rabbit kill was purely out of desperation. I killed and devoured it raw without thinking about the taste. I just wanted something in my stomach, something to stop this terrible gnawing on the inside.I picked berries and drank water from where ever I could find it but the rabbit became my major source of food.I was on the move daily, always on the look out for food and other rogues. If
“Happy married life Melissa!”I reached for the flower bouquet but she snatched it out of my grasp. “You don't need to shout like I'm a lovesick teenager.”“But Aaron thinks you are a baby,”“No, he doesn't.” She lowered her gaze, but I had already seen the redness crawling onto her cheeks. The wedding was over, and a crowd of guests had begun to file out of the temple. We had just finished saying prayers and were now waiting for the carriage that would take us home. “Aaron thinks you're tender baby Melissa, that is why he is going to make a good husband.”Melissande blushed again, but I could see the affection in her eyes. It felt good to love and be loved back. To have someone who knows you more than you know yourself. Melissa had to suffer in her life and the moon goddess rewarded her with a second chance mate, a good and prudent man. Aaron and Melissa became close after the war with the shamanists, and after 4 months, they became official and now they are happily wedded.“I'm
Aurelia's POV “You seem to like spending time in the library, I have never seen you anywhere else. Do you mind telling me what exactly you gain from here?” I didn't turn around to look, there was no need for me to. Djurek could busy his mouth all he wants, I will not make him head of the council. “You seem to be engrossed in the book you are reading.” He said again, walking closer to my reading table. “What is the title and who wrote it?” His exuded an unnameable aura not to mention how irritated his lavender perfume made me. “I don't think I want to discuss books.” I finally turned to look at him. “there's a lot of things going on kind of and it is up to me to shoulder them.” “And I thought the nurses told you to relax. You have received your due date and you cannot afford to be stressed. The council is going to hold their return tomorrow; let me address them. Give me the list of issues you have been trying to solve. Take a breathe and relax. It is not going to hurt.”
Unknown POV “How sure are you that our plan will work out?”Elio stood on the top of the tower gazing down at the werewolf land from its insurmountable height. The land was oddly still, but it was all for one reason, the Alpha king of the south had gotten into trouble in the land of the Andals. This thought brought a small smile to his face and he nodded satisfactorily. “I like that Djurek has finally gotten the perfect reward for his desperation and theft." He said again. "He went about conquering and making Dante look like the idiot who knew that he had been blind all this while. Oh, I can't wait for Dante to emerge victorious and wipe out these disgusting moon servers.” He squeezed his face in disgust as if these people were nothing but trash. “I hate the fact that that bitch was able to plan a counter action to the move Dante and Romeo had planned.” Gareth said, spreading a scroll map on the table. “I have always known that she was the unknown Queen, I sensed it the instant m
Unknown POV The southern lands broke into an uproar the instant they learned about the misoccurrence which shook Djurek in the land of the Andals. They were particularly agitated about the Darnish’s treachery and their decision to play on the king's intelligence. The Danish were never friends with the king. Every attempt they made to get closer to him was to be able to access the throne of the Southern lands which they saw as their inheritance. Two days after news of the war in the land of the Andals broke out, people of the Southern lands gathered in front of the palace and decided to hold a meeting. The meeting was headed by one of Djurek's soldiers. It consisted of the villagers, as well as the nuns from the moon temple. “Alisson Darnish is in there,” The head of the soldiers, Jackson, said raising a hand and pointing a finger at the magnificent building. “She declared asylum and has doubled the guards in her chambers.” “But which foolish guard will remain loyal to her after
Djurek’s POV The weight of the battle pressed against me like an unforgiving tide. The rain fell heavier, washing away the blood on the ground but not the memories of those who had fallen tonight. Dante’s body lay broken at my feet, his eyes wide and lifeless. My muscles burned, my wounds seared, but I had survived. I had won. Around me, the tide of the battle had turned. Aaron’s soldiers cut through Romeo’s and Dante’s remaining men like blades through rotted wood. Victory was at hand, but I couldn’t celebrate. The air still crackled with dark energy, a presence that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned toward the castle, my claws sinking into the sodden ground as I sprinted back inside. I passed the bodies of the fallen, both allies and enemies, their lifeless forms haunting me as I made my way toward the main hall. The sounds of battle echoed from within—clashing steel, cries of rage, and the roar of wolves. Then I saw him. Romeo. He was retreating down the corridor, his ste
Djurek’s POV The hall was magnificent, but to me, it felt like a tawdry. The gold chandeliers above sparkled like false stars, their light catching on crimson banners and ivory curtains draped along the walls. Roses—too many roses—perfumed the air, their cloying sweetness suffocating rather than soothing. Rows of knights lined the edges of the room, their polished armor reflecting the flicker of candlelight, their expressions impassive. The sound of murmured conversation and the occasional clink of goblets filled the space, but I heard it all like distant echoes. The unknown queen stood beside me, her delicate frame hidden beneath an intricate white gown, her face concealed behind a thick lace veil. She held herself with an air of fragility, her hands clasped in front of her as if to hide nervous tremors. But something about her stance was off—too stiff, too deliberate. Romeo stood nearby, his sharp features twisted into a mask of feigned pride. His eyes glinted as he glanced at me
Aurelia's POV Every day of my life now seemed like a novel or puppet movie one would normally sit and watch at the rowdy village square. I began my life as a slave, tending to people and getting punished for crimes I knew nothing about. I endured starvation, emotional abuse, domestic violence, and even sexual harassment. But I was standing on the land's citadel now, gazing down at the realm in its infinite beauty and hidden ugliness. I am Aurelia Visenya Moonfrost. The unknown Queen of the Andals and Nine Wolves. The daughter of the Moon goddess, protector of the realm, ruler of the wolves and the image of the Moon goddess. I was no longer a slave, this was what the moon goddess had destined me for, and it was only appropriate that I lived up to the title. I would take revenge now, Nicholas, the Lerman brothers, Gareth, Nicholas's family, Dante, Allison and even Djurek. The goddess’s powers now flowed in my veins, and I could feel my bones replaced with irons and stones. This re
Djurek's POV My life's dream was finally coming true. It was all beginning to take shape. I would become king of the werewolf land in three days, after all these years of patience. Even though Romeo was not a worshiper of the moon goddess, he was not a bad person. I see diplomacy and intelligence in him, and after my bride and I have left the land of the irregular wolves, he is going to do a good job ruling in our absence. And my bride, the unknown Queen, was beautiful enough; I used the word ‘enough’ because she wears a veil to cover her face. She was a moon worshiper, who had lived mostly all the years in her life in the moon temple. She was tall, had white hair, and had a nice voice. She would remain in the veil until the wedding rites were completed. I was not exactly comfortable with not seeing the face of the woman I was to marry, but then I reminded myself that the wedding was not for love or any mutual attraction. It was a duty, a requirement I had to fulfil to get my d
Aurelia’s POV The sudden blast rippled across the atmosphere and shook the building to its roots. We staggered back and forth, holding onto whatever we could find for support. After a short while, the maddening noise subsided, only to be replaced by blood-curdling cries and chants. “Oh no!” Justin cried out, his voice trembling. “We are under attack!” “It’s the villagers,” his pregnant wife added, her face pale. “They’ve come to mob us!” “Is it because of me?” Lunar Gladys asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Before anyone could respond, the loud chanting grew louder, filling the air with menace. “We have found the unknown Queen! Release her to us this instant. We shall no longer be ruled by a demonic. Let us have the Queen!” My legs suddenly felt too weak to carry the weight of my body. I clutched the table for support, feeling my heart hammer in my chest. The announcement Justin made about my true identity was real—my whole life was being stripped away from me in an insta