Veronica's POV:I felt indebted to Draco. He saved me when I was on the verge of being dragged back to those despicable walls of royalty that held so many secrets and deceit. I can easily say that I owe Draco my life but I would not stand again as being pampered because of my status of being a princess. I must learn how to fight and defend myself and my unborn child. My plans were simple. Learn how to fight and become a formidable force that neither Jason nor Lucas can easily beat. Return back to the Nightshade pack and reclaim the throne that rightfully belonged to me.But my first plan of learning how to fight was becoming a mere daydream as Draco would not let me train to become a fighter. During breakfast, I had to force the scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes down my throat. Not because I wanted to eat but because of the poor baby in my stomach. As I took the last bite of the pancakes, I pushed the plate to the side and trudged back to my room without sparing Draco another glan
Veronica's POV:I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I watched in awe as Draco approached the suspended werewolf, his movements graceful and deliberate. He extended his hand towards the creature, palm outstretched, and a soft, ethereal light emitted from his fingertips.The werewolf writhed in its frozen state, unable to break free from the spell's hold. Draco's eyes remained locked onto the creature, his focus unyielding. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense power he wielded.As the tension hung heavy in the air, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Draco had come to my rescue once again, saving me from the clutches of the fearsome werewolf. I marveled at the depth of his abilities and the lengths he would go to protect me.With a final incantation, Draco's voice reverberated through the forest. Slowly, the werewolf began to descend, its paws touching the ground as its body transformed back into the form of a human.The man stood before us, naked and diso
Draco's POV:A flicker of concern ignited within me as I turned the doorknob and stepped into Veronica's room. My eyes scanned the space, searching for any signs of her. The bed, neatly made, held no trace of her presence. I felt a pang of anger surge through me as I realized that she had left the house without my consent.Anger surged through my veins, a fierce flame threatening to consume me. How could she be so reckless, so thoughtless? I wanted to confront her, to unleash my wrath upon her disobedience. But as I moved to storm out of the house, an invisible barrier halted my progress.The sunlight poured through the open door, its golden rays reaching out to touch me. A searing pain accompanied its touch, a reminder of the vampire that I was. I recoiled instinctively, my hand shielding my face as I retreated into the safety of the shadows.The barrier of daylight held me captive within the confines of the house, preventing me from chasing after Veronica. I clenched my fists, the n
Veronica's POV:My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to face Draco, his eyes now consumed by a bottomless void of darkness. Fear gripped me, for I knew what this meant - his insatiable thirst for blood had taken hold of him. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape the imminent danger that lurked within the once gentle soul of the man that just saved me.My heart raced wildly as I recalled the legends and myths surrounding vampires, their eyes turning black in the throes of bloodlust.My breath caught in my throat as I stumbled backward, my eyes never leaving Draco's advancing form. A sharp pain shot through my elbow as a thorn pricked my skin, drawing forth a small but significant drop of blood.The metallic scent filled the air, and I could feel Draco's craving intensify, his gaze fixed on the crimson droplets. Panic surged within me, knowing that the scent of my blood would only heighten Draco's craving. I needed to escape, to find safety before it was too late.
Veronica's POV:Draco's eyes, once filled with warmth and tenderness, now burned with an unquenchable thirst. His lips curled into a twisted smirk, tainted with the taste of fresh blood. There was no recognition in his gaze, only a primal hunger that threatened to swallow everything in its wake.I felt a lump forming in my throat as I struggled to find my voice. "Draco, please... come back to me," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes. I watched Draco cautiously as he stood before me, his eyes no longer a menacing black, but returned to their usual color. Relief washed over me, mingling with the remnants of fear that still lingered. I took a few hesitant steps backward, unsure of how to approach him after witnessing his transformation.Draco's gaze met mine, a mixture of pity and stress evident in his eyes. He seemed to understand the wariness in my expression, the fear that gripped my heart. With a heavy sigh, he turned and began walking back towards the house, the weight of his ac
Luca's POV:As I sat upon the majestic throne in the grandeur of the Nightshade pack's palace, my mind was filled with thoughts of the responsibilities that came with being the new lycan king. A sudden commotion echoed through the palace walls, piercing through the solemn silence. The clamor grew louder, echoing through the palace walls, arousing my curiosity. With a flick of my hand, I beckoned one of the guards to investigate the source of the disturbance and report back to me.The guard swiftly left the throne room, his footsteps fading away into the distance. Eagerly, I awaited his return, my mind racing with thoughts of what could possibly be happening outside. Moments later, the guard reappeared, his eyes wide with excitement, as he informed me of the jubilant pack members congregating beyond the palace walls. "Your Majesty," the guard began, trying to catch his breath. "The pack members are outside the palace walls, rejoicing and celebrating. It appears that someone has return
Veronica's POV:The crisp morning air embraced me as I pushed myself to the limit, engaging in yet another rigorous training session with Draco. The moon still hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the training grounds. Sweat glistened on my brow as I practiced a series of swift punches, my muscles pulsating with exertion.But suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to stumble backward in surprise. I clutched my bulging stomach, feeling the weight of my pregnancy pressing against me. Contractions. It couldn't be. I wasn't due for another three months.Concern etched across Draco's face as he rushed to my side, his eyes filled with worry. "Veronica, are you alright?" he asked urgently, his voice laced with concern.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself amidst the throbbing ache. "I...I don't know," I managed to reply, my voice strained. "Something doesn't feel right."Without a moment's hesitation, Draco dashed into the house, his footsteps echo
Draco's POV:As I washed the dishes, the warm water soothing my hands, my mind wandered to the events of the day. Thoughts of Veronica venturing into the woods alone still lingered, my concern for her safety gnawing at the back of my mind. Finishing the task at hand, I dried my hands and strolled to my room, feeling satisfied.With a contented sigh, I decided to retire to my room for a refreshing shower. The warm droplets cascaded over my body, washing away the weariness of the day. Refreshed and revitalized, I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my waist.I opened the closet and selected a sleek, all-black outfit, running my fingers over the smooth fabric. Once dressed, I stood before the mirror, adjusting my collar and combing my fingers through my dark locks into a more polished appearance. Satisfied with my appearance, I took a book and made my way to the study, craving the solace and wisdom found within the pages of the countless books lining the shelves.The study room envelo
As I stood there, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I noticed them – my foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, and my long-lost brother, Henry, standing among the crowd. It had been years since I last saw them, and I never imagined I would reunite with them under these circumstances. But there they were, their faces etched with a blend of emotions, just like mine.As I reached them, my foster mother, Mrs. Brooks, was the first to react. Her eyes welled up with tears, and before I knew it, she was in my arms, hugging me tightly. "Veronica, my dear girl," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. "We never stopped thinking about you, never stopped loving you. We're so sorry for what happened."Tears welled up in my eyes too, but I quickly blinked them away. "I know, Mom," I whispered, using the title that had always felt right for her. "I understand. Life had its way of pulling us apart, but I'm here now, and that's what matters."My foster father, Mr
Veronica's POV:The palace corridor stretched before me, its grandeur a constant reminder of the responsibilities that now rested on my shoulders as the Luna of Nightshade pack. Yet, despite the regal surroundings, an uneasiness gnawed at my heart, a magnetic pull I could not ignore. The mate bond with Jason, my first mate and Alpha of Crescent pack, was too powerful to suppress any longer.With a deep breath, I made my decision. It was time to visit Crescent Pack and meet with Jason, to confront the feelings that had been tugging at my soul since the day of my coronation.As I stepped outside the palace, the cool breeze of the evening greeted me, carrying the scent of the forest and the promise of a new beginning. My entourage, including Draco, my ever-loyal companion, and a group of trusted guards, accompanied me on the journey.The path to Crescent pack was familiar, as it was the same route I had taken before, but this time, it felt different. Emotions surged within me like a torr
Veronica's POV: As Malia lay crumpled on the floor, her once formidable presence reduced to a broken figure, a solemn silence fell over the throne room. The weight of her actions hung heavy in the air, and the kingdom braced itself for the consequences that awaited her.My father, Tyler, the lycan king, stood tall and resolute, his voice ringing out with authority. "Malia," he declared, his tone laced with disappointment, "you have betrayed the trust of this kingdom and tarnished the honor of our bloodline. Your actions have brought pain and darkness upon this kingdom. For your crimes against the crown and its people, henceforth, you are stripped of your royal title and sentenced to the dungeons."Malia's once haughty demeanor had crumbled along with her monstrous form. She lay on the floor, broken and humbled by the events that had transpired. "Take her away," my father commanded.With his command, the guards swiftly moved forward, their grip firm as they encircled Malia and hoiste
Veronica's POV:The lycan king turned to Malia, his gaze piercing and stern. "Malia, you will have the opportunity to defend yourself, to address these accusations. But if they are proven true, there will be consequences.""Yes," I interjected, my voice steady but resolute. "I have proof, Father. I have gathered evidence, witnesses who can testify to the truth of my words."With a determined expression on my face, I turned to Melissa, my trusted lady-in-waiting, and beckoned her forward. With a graceful step forward, Melissa presented a small voice recorder in her hands, its sleek design gleaming under the palace's golden light. I held my breath, knowing that the contents of that recorder held the key to unraveling the web of deceit that had ensnared us for far too long.Turning to the lycan king, I spoke with unwavering resolve, my voice projecting strength and conviction. "Father, it is time to shed light on the darkest corners of our kingdom. Melissa has captured conversations, con
Veronica's POV:I could swear that Lucas was beyond shocked to see me standing before him. The look on his face resembled that of one who had seen a ghost just a few minutes ago."Vee… is… is that really you?" Lucas stammered as the expression on his face shifted from shock to a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. A victorious smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I drew near, and leaned in close to Lucas, my voice a mere whisper that only he could hear. "I've returned to reclaim the throne," I breathed, a touch of mischief dancing in my eyes.The words hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in intrigue. Lucas's expression flickered between astonishment and intrigue, the weight of the revelation sinking in. I could almost taste the anticipation that radiated off him, mingling with the lingering sparks of our past.But before our silent exchange could continue, the grand doors of the throne room swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Tyler, the lycan king, accompanied by Malia
Lucas' POV:I walked briskly through the corridors of the palace, my mind preoccupied with the matters discussed during the council meeting. The council meeting had just concluded, and I was making my way toward the solitude of my royal chambers when I heard my mother's voice calling out to me."Lucas, dear, we need to talk," she said, her tone both gentle and firm. I turned around, my brows furrowing in confusion, and walked back to where she stood."Of course. What is it, Mother?" I asked, curiosity tinged with a hint of confusion. There was a seriousness in her eyes that made me wonder what could be so important.She smiled warmly. "Let us talk in the privacy of the royal chambers. There's something we need to address."She motioned for me to follow her, and we made our way to the familiar doors of the royal chambers. As we entered, the air grew still, and the air of the room seemed to grow thick. I took a seat, my mother joining me, her expression composed yet filled with a sense
Veronica's POV:The room was filled with a bittersweet ambiance as I carefully folded and packed our belongings, preparing for our journey back to the palace. Draco stood by, watching quietly, his eyes betraying a tinge of sadness as he observed me gathering our things.I folded a few clothes and placed them neatly in the suitcase, my mind racing with memories of our time together in this cozy home. It had been a place of solace and love, where Draco and I had built a beautiful life for ourselves and Zoey.Draco's voice broke the silence, filled with a mix of longing and restraint. "Veronica, are you sure about this? Leaving everything behind?"I turned to face him, a bittersweet smile gracing my lips. "Draco, I've thought long and hard about this decision. It's not easy, but I can't ignore the call of my responsibilities any longer. The palace is where I belong and it's about time I go back and reclaim ownership of the throne."His gaze softened as he reached out, his hand brushing a
Veronica's POV:As the months passed, my determination to master and control my wolf form grew stronger. I spent countless hours in the secluded clearing behind our house, surrounded by the tranquility of nature, honing my abilities and exploring the depths of my newfound power.On this particular day, the sun bathed the clearing in a warm golden glow as I stood at the center, my focus solely on the task at hand. My body felt energized, ready to embrace the challenges that awaited me.I took a deep breath, the crisp scent of the forest filling my nostrils, and closed my eyes, allowing the sounds of nature to envelop me. With each inhale and exhale, I envisioned myself tapping into the primal energy that resided within, ready to be unleashed."Focus, Veronica. Trust in yourself," I whispered to myself, my voice carrying the determination that burned within me.I began with a series of stretching exercises, my limbs moving fluidly as I prepared my body for the intense training that lay
Veronica's POV:As the werewolf lunged toward Zoey and me, a surge of unfamiliar energy coursed through my veins. Time seemed to slow as I felt a profound connection to the primal instincts within me. My eyes, once filled with fear, now blazed with a fiery crimson hue. At that moment, I knew I had tapped into a power I had never before experienced.Before my very eyes, my human form began to shift and contort. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the forces coursing through my body. I felt a peculiar sensation as if an invisible force was pulling and molding my very being. My heart pounded in my chest, matching the erratic rhythm of my breath.Suddenly, my bones began to shift and crack, contorting under the strain of an unknown power. Waves of agony coursed through me, mingling with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration. I tried to understand the inexplicable transformation that was overtaking me, but my thoughts were drowned out by the overwhelming intensity