Aurelia's POV As much as I was furious with Djurek, I couldn't let the fight between him and Aaron escalate into a full-blown brawl. They’d been friends for as long as Djurek could remember, even before he could tell his left hand from his right. The three of them had grown up together—Djurek, Aaron, and Dante. They were like brothers, and it pained me to see them turn on each other this way."We should go home," I urged, gently nudging Aaron back. "What we’re doing here only makes Eloria happy. This is her goal—to see us divided.""Well, I don’t think Djurek cares about that!" Aaron spat, his tone filled with resentment as he struggled against my grip. He tried to break free, his gaze fixed on Djurek with a smoldering intensity. "Djurek’s always been this way. Hot-headed, stubborn—""And what else?" Djurek fired back, his own anger flaring. He took a step toward Aaron, ignoring my attempts to hold him back. "Go on, say it. You left the castle with my woman, and the two of you went o
Dante’s POVMy instincts continued to warn me, whispering that I had made a grave mistake in abducting the Lunar Queen and destroying her entire coven. Each day, I paced into the dark, musty library where I had imprisoned her, hoping she’d reveal the truth. But Luna Gladys remained silent. Starved, weakened, and disheveled as she was, nothing would break her resolve, no matter how many times I came here or what I demanded.“This woman commands thousands of followers,” Griselda said beside me as we approached the room where Luna Gladys was kept. Her voice held a tone of admiration laced with irritation. “And there is one peculiar thing about women.”“What is that?” I asked, barely disguising the impatience biting at my words.Griselda gave me one of her cryptic side glances before shrugging slightly as if to say I should already know the answer. "Women are naturally stubborn beings, Dante. Luna Gladys was able to command and subjugate countless others beneath her control. What made you
Dante's POV “Lunar Aurelia went to the coven of the thousand women and has recovered the secret you failed to get.” Eloria's words bounced off the walls of the library and slapped me across the face. I had not expected that things would turn out this way, not when I had the place destroyed and bombed. How did she recover the secret, who attended to her, what exactly was I missing out on?“I found freshly dug graves in the compound. She didn't go alone and whoever she went there with suggested that they buried some people. And if my calculations are correct, the people they buried were the ones who were still alive to give them the answers you went to seek.”She stopped and gested to Luna Gladys who had begun to choke. “She knows very little, the person you might have to kidnap in the end is Lunar Aurelia herself. Your case seems to be getting more complicated as the time passes by.” I narrowed my gaze, struggling to digest Eloria's words. Lunar Aurelia had actually retrieved the se
Aurelia's POV I woke up in bed, naked and sticky from sweat with the heat from the entangled bed sheets coursing through me. Slowly, my eyeballs floated open as the rays of the morning sun penetrated the window to land on my face, giving a warm feeling in contrast to the cold of the early morning. I opened my mouth and let out a long yawn, but the sheet fell off my body, revealing my bare chest. I let out a gasp as I hurriedly covered my breasts with my hands but then it was not what I had expected it to be or had thought it would be. I looked to my side awkwardly open to meet Djurek's naked body sprawled out beside mine, but the bed wasn't touched. The sheets were in proper place, except for a few creases and ruffled ends. Djurek didn't sleep in this room last night. He didn't touch me. We just had an intimate moment where he kissed my lips and ran his hands over my body, but he didn't do more than that. For some reason, this made me feel somewhat embarrassed and stupid. I
Aurelia's POV “You haven't answered my question yet Aurelia. Why exactly are you doing this?” I started scooping the ornaments in the chest into my hand; my heart started tightening at the thought of the loss of the earrings. I was happy that bastard, Dante did not remove it from my ears when I was still with him. But I had made a greater mistake, neglecting it all this while and believing Djurek’s words that they were in this box. For goodness sake, the earrings were too small to be located in this river of ornaments. What had I been thinking? “What you are doing right now is treason and I might as well have you hanged for it.” Those words slapped me out of my trance, but before I could turn to look at the face of the utterer, Djurek suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me to my feet, turning me to face him squarely. “What right do you think you can leave without my permission?” He growled, the minty scent of his breath washing over my face and the tingling of m
Aurelia's POV After I had read this last sentence, I stopped for a second and tried to see if it was Luna Gladys who wrote it. But then it wasn't; the old papyrus was proof, as well as the comprehensive and fluid writing that Gladys’s letter had. I took a deep breath and continued reading. “I am writing this with my last strength and I will make sure I get this box and the remaining items to who will bring the truth to light. Because I have done this good deed, the moon goddess will forgive every one of my shortcomings and grant me a place in paradise. This lady told me her name was not Annette, but because the owner of the care home where I worked believed the person who brought her, I decided to forget her real name and just call her Annette. Annette was unusual, but she was of striking beauty, dark air, olive green eyes, and very beautiful skin. She talked about having powers and being someone who was troubled by her soul. I did not understand what she meant at all, but I
Aurelia's POV “Enough of that Aurelia!” Djurek said again as he started moving closer. “Don't ever open your mouth to say that again. You don't know anything that is going on in this castle, especially the political aspect.” My shoulders fell in disappointment as I slowly turned my head to look at Djurek. He was dressed regally which meant that he had not been home ever since I left his chambers, with his hair glittering and sparkling. “I and Alison's parents have made a truth to assist ourselves in achieving our goals.” The gods made their way as they arrived at the scene, while Alison went to throw her arms around his neck. “It is true that the Darnish rebelled against me and joined forces with my enemy, but they are still very much important to my pack and the growth of my coast.” He leaned in towards me, his eyes mirroring the tension and uncertainty in the atmosphere. “The Darnish are going to help me look for the unknown Queen. They are gifted with adventurers, a
Aurelia's POV I Rose from the chair I sat on and leaned towards Melissa taking a closer look at the earrings. It was true, the earrings were the same. She is wearing the same earrings as mine. But how could this be? A part of me wanted to discard this question because it was possible for her to have also bought the earrings, but it was unusual since women fashion trend were usually common. In other words, you could buy a dress or a piece of jewellery and see the exact type of it with another person on the same day you bought it. Other times, you might even see that hearing or whatever you bought with more than seven women in one day. I have never seen my earrings with anybody in my life. And when I was growing up in Nicholas's castle, I was usually told him that my earrings were very valuable. There were occasions when I nearly lost them to thieves. During the times of my financial hardship, it never occurred to me to sell my earrings for food because they were the only items I
“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