Dante's POV "I do not wish to remain in this place with you Dante. Let me go." As much as the spiteful anger in my heart wanted me to snap at Griselda and tell her to go to hell, I couldn't bring myself to. And why? It was because we would be in trouble. The whole Pack would be in trouble. Griselda must not leave, she had to stay here, in the pack with me, by my side. Aurelia was a special wolf, but she didn't know what she was capable of, or the immense power she wielded. Even with her escape with that loser Djurek. My whole existence and that of the entire pack rests on her shoulders, and I didn't even know how to react to it. Especially now that I had also fallen out with the Shaman. I didn't know how to feel; I always thought I had it in control and that I was the embodiment of perfection, but... I was no longer sure now. Grovesmoor and Gareth had probably turned their back now. I rose from the bed and went to stand by the window of my bedroom, pulling the curtains aside an
Aurelia's POV“You never told me you were having an affair with Grovesmoor Valley Moon.” I thought I had heard the words in the dream, but the migraine which shot through the left side of my head forced me out of my trance, into the consciousness of my environment. I gripped the duvet tighter as I forced myself to sit on my back, gritting my teeth against the discomfort. After wiping the blurriness in my eyes with the back of my hands, I raised my head and looked in the direction of the voice. The dark figure leaning against the door seemed familiar for a second there. “You have disgraced this pack, Aurelia,” he said again. “I can't believe you chose to stoop this low.” “I don't understand what you are talking about Djurek?" I retorted. What sort of groundless accusations are these?”Djurek didn't say a word in response. He only moved away from the door, taking slow but heavy strides towards me. The look on his face was that of seriousness and displeasure but why? I saw no reaso
Aurelia's POV Djurek was not shocked by Alison's announcement. Whereas I had let out a gasp in utter dismay, he merely rolled his eyes in derision.Alison on the other hand looked confident putting her hand on her waist as she cat walked towards us with a smirk on her face. “I know you don't think I'm being serious," she said to Djurek. “But you know the kind of trouble I could cause for you, if you refuse to take up your responsibility as the father of my unborn heirs to your throne”I turned to Djurek, and was about to speak when he placed his hand on my shoulder. “the sun rays have really increased. We should go into the castle and settle down."He took my left wrist in his hand and was about to pull me along when I stopped and snatched my hand out of his grip.“You have just gotten a woman pregnant” I said, letting my tone be that of correction and anger. “You have to attend to her and take care of her. I am sorry if I am being rude but I don't think I wish to speak to you any
The journal tumbled from the table, and the pages fluttered open like wings in the breeze. My eyes fell on the exposed words, and despite my hesitation, curiosity gripped me. I picked up the leather-bound book and began reading.It wasn’t a diary as I had initially assumed but a record of the history of the land. The North and South Kingdoms had long been divided, and each kingdom had its own ruler. As I skimmed through the lines, my heart raced. I reached a section detailing an ancient tribe of wolves—the Andals and the Nine Wolves. They were described as powerful, mystical wolves, thought to be extinct, who once lived in harmony with the moon and the stars. They were the guardians of a powerful queen.Something about this felt familiar, eerily familiar. I read the passage twice, my fingers shaking as I traced the words."The Queen of the Nine Wolves... her bloodline was connected to the Southern Kingdom, and she was meant to rule over the Andals."A shiver ran down my spine. My brea
Melissande's POV ( 9 months ago)My room had been turned upside down. It felt as though it had been raided by an army of bandits who were looking for the evidence that will convict them so that they can destroy it. The bed had been removed out of its place and flung to the other side of the room. My wardrobe had collapsed, with my clothes strewn about the room. All my books had been thrown around as well as the unused makeup on the dresser. With my eyes widened, and my jaw drooping, I dragged my legs into the room. My legs wobbled as I dragged it along, my heart beating with fatigue. Who had done this! Who had the nerve to invade my bedroom and thrash it in this manner!I lifted my gown and crossed to the other side of the room, taking care not to step on the broken mirror. My heart beat rate kicked into overdrive and I wondered how long till I finally black out. This wasn't a game or a movie, as some part of my mind had deduced it to be. Someone was indeed out to kill me. And the
Melissande's POV (before her period in comatose) The realization that came with the contents of the letter felt like a dream, and I remained there, staring at the inked words until I realized that I was running out of time. Since Eloria had taken most of my clothes, I packed the remaining items, which were a pair of sandals and two gowns. Hester had left a full tumbler of the weird-smelling herb. This reminded me of Doctor Allira's betrayal and the fact that she was going to get away with it. I downed the herb in one gulp and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. I stopped and looked around, memories of the first time I set foot here flashing across my mind. I would be fine. Things would turn out well for me, and I would look back and smile very soon. Dante and Drey had taught me lessons, and I would be sure to apply them in my life. I would make sure they regret everything they did to me. I would cause them twice the pain they caused me. As I walked into the center
Aurelia's POV A knock on the door sent me out of my dazy mind, jolting into my thoughts with an intensity that brought me forcefully into the bedroom. I looked around me, my eyes widened in conster, my heart palpitating with fear. I didn't seem to be in the place where the book had been glowing. Instead, I was in the bedroom, and the book was on the floor, as normal as any notebook could be. “What has just happened?” I asked myself, placing my hand on my temple to suppress the headache that had just begun to creep in. Djurek's journal had been glowing, and I had heard a voice that was telling me about the Queen of the Nine Wolves and the Andals. The voice told me that they were looking for something or someone, and there seemed to be a time for it. “Aurelia!” A voice called out, as the knocking on the door intensified. I bent down, picked the journal off the floor, returned it to its place on the table, and then walked to the door. “What were you doing? He asked,
Dante's POVI hate the rain. The cold weather weakens me, the slippery ground irritates me, and the whole ambience is one huge turn-off. The forest has always been messy, but the damned rain has worsened everything. The wet grass slapped my legs as I walked along, flying insects attacking my face not to mention the sickening scent of petrichor. “How long till we're there, Griselda,” I growled, just as I ran into a mud pool. My shoes get stuck in the earth immediately, and in my attempt to remove them, the shoe comes off my legs. “Oh shit! What is the meaning of this!”“It is mud, Dante.” Griselda said slowly rolling her eyes in derision. “There is nothing wrong with getting stuck inside it. After all, the hunters who provide the game we eat and the soldiers have to endure much worse conditions than them. And to think you are a king to be”“Spare me the lectures Griselda,” I made the anger and cantankerousness in my tone visible enough for her to feel. “We have been on this journey
“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