Myla stormed into the principal’s office, her steps heavy with irritation. She grabbed the doorknob with a force that matched her frustration, then meticulously closed the door behind her. She wasn’t about to endure another scolding—once was more than enough.
“What have you done this time, Myla?” Alphonse’s voice came from behind his sprawling desk, his eyes peering at her over the paperwork.
His gaze felt like a spotlight, and Myla fought the urge to scream. Seriously, what had she done? She was only defending herself! It wasn’t her fault she had to deal with bullies. And, of course, it was just her luck that her foster father doubled as the principal of the only high school in their pack’s territory. Ugh, the struggle was real.
However, she wasn’t about to wear her vexation on her sleeve. No, she mustered a stoic front, her exterior offering no hint of the internal tirade she was conducting.
“Well, the pack leaders have a meeting today, and you’ve been assigned to cook for them. Ten people,” Alphonse announced with a mischievous grin.
Myla wasn’t surprised. This was the usual drill. A faux offense would land her in the principal’s office at least twice a week. And each time, her dear “father” would conveniently excuse her with a cooking or cleaning assignment, sometimes even a video game showdown.
He gave her a playful wink and gestured toward the door. She took that as her signal to leave, hand on the doorknob, ready to escape this familiar scene, but then he cleared his throat pointedly.
Quickly, she adjusted her demeanor, putting on a show of being properly scolded and chastised. She squeezed out a tear, adding a touch of drama for extra effect, before waving Alphonse goodbye and exiting his office.
As Myla returned to her class, she was met with a sea of hostile glares from her classmates. This was the downside of attending a school with such small classes—once the queen bee despised you, the rest of the hive followed suit.
Taking her seat, Myla intended to shrug off their hatred, as she always did. But an inexplicable urge surged within her, compelling her to make them face the consequences of their hisses and growls over the years.
In a sudden burst of courage, she shot up from her chair. “You know what? Screw all of you! Yeah!” Their eyes widened in astonishment, and some even started growling.
“Oh, give it a rest, you silly dogs. Letting your wolves dictate your actions like you’re beneath them,” she exclaimed, smacking her hand on the table for emphasis.
Gasps echoed around the room, and Myla knew she had their attention now. “Screw you, your brainless leader, your idiotic human reasoning, and your even dumber wolves,” her frustration surged.
“You don’t even know why you hate me! You’re just blindly following that dumb girl’s lead like mindless goons,” her voice quivered with intensity.
Her classmates wore expressions of shock as if they’d witnessed something outrageous. Myla’s eyebrow twitched, and suddenly, the compulsion that had driven her evaporated, leaving only a rush of embarrassment behind. She sank back into her seat, praying they wouldn’t pounce on her.
The classroom remained silent until the very end of the period. As soon as the bell rang, Myla wasted no time making her exit, practically sprinting back home.
Later that day, Alphonse and the pack leaders gathered in their conference room to discuss Myla’s coming of age. It was like trying to manage a roomful of rowdy wolves, all barking at each other. The fact that the female in question was turning eighteen was already something, but when that female happened to be the moon goddess’s daughter, that was an entirely different story.
The meeting started with a cacophony of voices, grown men jostling for attention like a pack of unruly pups. Most were thoroughly displeased that Alphonse was honored to host the moon goddess’s daughter under his roof.
But of course, as the Moon Stone pack’s ultimate Alpha, Alphonse had the power to bring order to chaos. He cleared his throat, a sound that cut through the noise like a well-aimed arrow, and suddenly the room fell silent.
“We mustn’t forget that we’re still bound by the goddess’s decree to conceal her identity. We all know that the moon goddess inhabited her birth mother’s body and entrusted Myla to her care before the tragic accident claimed their lives,” Alphonse began, his voice steady and authoritative.
A knowing smile danced at the corners of his lips as he spoke. “Tomorrow, her mate will be revealed. I have suspicions, and I believe it might just be my son.”
The room held a collective breath at his words. In their kind, only the females received the moon goddess’s visions in dreams, visions that unveiled their destined mates. When both mates received this divine message, an undeniable pull would ensue, drawing them together.
“If my suspicions are right, having the blood of the moon goddess in our family line will be a great blessing,” he continued, a hint of anticipation in his words. But, naturally, other fathers had their speculations. Cramle, in a huff, chimed in, “It could also be my son. After all, he’s one of her closest friends.”
Alphonse scowled internally. Cramle’s son was about as bright as a moonless night—wasting Myla on him was out of the question.
Lucan said, “We’ll find out tomorrow, won’t we?” His frustration was evident as he dug his nails into the wooden table. Meanwhile, Levi, with a nonchalant tone, casually remarked, “Honestly, I don’t see anything special about that child.” His words ignited a storm in the room, and the others quickly followed suit, expressing their outrage.
Feeling the burden of his position, Alphonse pinched the space between his eyebrows and heaved a weary sigh.
“These are supposed to be fathers and grandfathers, yet they act like a pack of pups,” he thought wryly. Thankfully, the room was soundproof, sparing him from the cacophony. He rolled his eyes and wondered how he’d survive the coming day.
On the other hand, Myla was busy cooking for ten men, ten alphas, who ate as much as twenty normal people. This was no fun, with people constantly passing in and out of the house. She could have sworn she saw a kid go up to her room. It was another reason to leave this pack. This was a home belonging to a single family. Wolf or not, these people just lacked boundaries.
Suddenly, her hair was pulled, HARD. “Why did you touch her?” a deep baritone voice sounded behind her. She gasped and turned around, only to see Alex scowling at her. These werewolves kept forgetting she was still a normal human until she turned 18. He pulled his hands away.
His words were not lost on her. “She was being a serious bitch,” Myla said as she stirred the food, having long stopped defending herself.
“I will not let this disrespect stand. You face me when talking to me!” His voice raised.
“As you can see, I’m cooking!” She started.
“Maybe you can’t see. After all, you’ve been blind to her evil,” she gritted her teeth.
She heard a bang but refused to look at him.
“I don’t even know why my father lets you cook. Your food tastes disgusting!” He yelled.
Myla gasped. She wasn’t letting that one slide. “You take that back right now,” she said as she royally smacked his hand with the spatula. Alex looked dumbfounded, the expression quickly changing to anger. He yelled and swiped all the food already cooked onto the floor.
‘All that food, wasted, just gone, utterly wasted,’ she thought in despair. Myla went on her knees and began crying.
‘We can just put the food back in the pot, and no one will know,’ a voice in her head said.
‘Everyone will know; this is basically busybody paradise,’ she replied to the voice. ‘I’m talking to myself,’ she began to cry even more. Now she was becoming insane?! Her crush called her food horrible, he was a dumb bully who hated her, and then he poured said food on the kitchen floor. Nothing could be worse.
Alex was oblivious to her internal struggles. He looked conflicted and lost as her tears flowed. He cleared his throat and made a quick exit. “Hey, pretty lady, are you okay?” a silky voice asked. Myla paused her crying and looked at the man talking to her. Her tears promptly began to dry up.
His eyebrows were smooth slits sitting gingerly above his eyes. His hazel eyes were looking at her kindly. His mouth. HIS MOUTH! A sculptor carved those lips. This Greek god was talking to her?! ‘You’re ridiculous,’ the voice in her head said. She agreed.
She cleared her throat and looked for words. Then she sighted the food, and fresh tears began to spill.
Alarmed, the man quickly made her stand and look away from the food. “It seems your food was spilled. It’s okay, pretty lady,” he patted her shoulder awkwardly.
Myla regained her composure and wiped her tears. “Yeah, thank you...” She trailed off.
The man, sensing her curiosity, chuckled. “I’m Noah. I’m from the Dark Moon pack,” he started. “My father is a close friend of Alphonse, and I visited with him,” he finished.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you, Noah,” she smiled.
There was no saving the food before the alphas needed to eat. So Myla and Noah got to work. The leaders all sat down, eyebrows twitching as they shoved the spoons in their mouths. What kind of suffering was this? What happened to Myla’s delicious cooking? “Is...is it...Adequate?” Myla asked, worried. Noah had convinced her they did a good job and the alphas would love it, but she was still skeptical. “It’s - ” Cramle’s words were stuck in his throat as he watched the murderous smile on the Alpha king’s face. It seemed to say, “One word, and you’re dead.” “-wonderful, I’ve never had cereal for dinner,” Cramle cautiously continued.“I’m so sorry, something came up, and the dinner was wasted,” Myla apologized while cussing Alex out in her mind. “No worries, dear. As you can see, everyone is enjoying it,” Alphonse reassured with a smile, not wanting to upset Myla. Myla returned the smile, though a bit half-heartedly. “Ah yes, Noah,” Alphonse called out. Noah looked up from his bowl
“I wanna study arts,” Myla smiled at him.Alphonse abruptly stood up.“Did Noah put you up to this?” he asked, his voice booming like thunder.Myla blinked; this was the first time he had raised his voice in her presence.‘Is he mad at me?’ she wondered.“I’m sorry, my daughter. It’s just so sudden. What’s the actual reason you’re leaving?” Alphonse inquired, his tone now patient and understanding.‘I swear if he interrupts us one more time, I’ll -’“I know you got your wolf very early today; is your wolf begging for liberation?” Alphonse interrupted her thought process yet again.She couldn’t explain it, but she felt like she had to hold her wolf back from yelling her mind at her father. So it was her wolf that made her fight back!“Alex is my mate, but he’s seeing my enemy, and he’s mean, and I hate him,” Myla nearly broke down, but she held herself high in front of Alex’s father.The man gasped. He was disappointed in his son. The boy had just fumbled one of the best things that co
“I didn’t know you were in New York,” Noah stated.Myla froze, captivated by the sight before her. The tips of his silky black hair had a white tint, matching the color of his shirt, which was still soaked brown. He had a cross bag swung carelessly on his waist, exuding an air of casual confidence. His trousers trailed his long legs, seemingly endless, and he sported silver rings on all his fingers of both hands. Finally, he was tall – a true giant, an embodiment of elegance too remarkable for mere mortal eyes, as her wolf keenly observed.‘Our eyes are unworthy to gaze upon his elegance,’ her wolf marveled.‘I agree,’ she replied, completely shocked.‘I think he’s trying to talk to us, but I’m too stunned to be sure,’ her wolf whined.‘He’s really hot.’‘He’s really hot,’ Myla admitted, perfectly agreeing with her wolf.“...LA”Startled, she snapped out of her daze, realizing his hazel eyes were far too close for comfort. She had unknowingly encroached on his personal space, her face
“Cute as always, my darling Luna,” she affectionately addressed Myla.“I’m not a Luna, and I don’t want to be his Luna. He’s a jerk,” Myla sulked, sharing her feelings about Alex.The woman’s brows furrowed in response to Myla’s frustration.“Huh, I could have sworn you’d love him,” the moon goddess said, lifting her head and appearing conflicted.“He... he doesn’t care about our bond,” Myla confessed, her hands wringing together as she avoided looking directly at the beautiful woman.To her surprise, the moon goddess burst out laughing, the sound not as ethereal as she’d expected. It was a genuine, slightly wheezy, and sniffling laughter, much like Myla’s when she found something uncontrollably funny.Myla couldn’t help but sulk again. She had just shared something important and groundbreaking, yet the goddess found it amusing.“Well, I never really could control that stubborn boy. He’s never wanted a mate. Frankly, he hoped he wouldn’t get one,” the goddess sighed, revealing a side
Myla’s mouth hung open in disbelief. This boy, who couldn’t have been older than 10, had just called her a tramp!‘Turn him over your knee and spank him,’ Wyla huffed, reacting to the insult.“That’s too much for your tiny mouth, shortie,” Myla retorted, placing her hands defiantly on her hips, her eyes glaring at the rude child.The boy sniffed haughtily, acting as if he was above the situation.“You don’t have the right to touch something as precious as that with your filthy hands,” he said, abruptly turning around, intent on walking away.He looked a bit like Noah, just much cuter. It was disheartening that this adorable child could be so foul-mouthed.“What’s so precious about it?” Myla taunted, feigning another attempt to touch the item.With lightning speed, the boy snatched the pot from its spot.“Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re dumb! Visitors shouldn’t dare touch things they haven’t been asked to touch!” he yelled, scolding her.Myla was amazed; she had never seen anyone move s
“What significance does the plant hold?” Myla asked curiously.Tiana laughed; her laughter was a precious sound. “Noah mindlessly bought it from some garden last week. Chris is just out to get any woman that Noah interacts with in any way.”The tour was quite the adventure, and Tiana was like a ray of sunshine, brightening Myla’s entire afternoon with her gentle and captivating words. Myla discovered that they were twins, and surprisingly, Tiana was the older one, beating Chris by a whole hour. Both twins were nine years old.Myla couldn’t help but smile, albeit bittersweetly. At the age of nine, she had been going through a lot.Back in the living room, Chris seemed to be in a bit of a mood, engrossed in watching an anime on the large screen, although he was fuming. Myla squinted at the show. It was “Attack on Titan,” too intense for a nine-year-old; no wonder he had had a foul mouth.“You’re not supposed to be watching that,” Myla complained, knowing it wasn’t her place to say, but
“What?!” All three people in the room yelled. Was Noah out of his mind? This was a disaster in the making.“Yes, you’re the firm tutor he needs. All the others were chased away by his rude...” Noah gestured vaguely towards Chris, “...personality,” he finished with a dark undertone.The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow heavier as if Noah had the power to control the pressure in the space. ‘The power of an alpha,’ Wyla chimed in.“Yeah, no, I’m not staying anymore. I choose death,” Myla huffed.“...wimp!” Chris retorted, pointing a finger toward her while wearing a self-righteous expression.“He’s... he’s actually that bad,” Tiana managed to muffle her laughter.“Understandable, I’d choose death, too,” Noah added sagely. “Unfortunately, you’re staying,” he concluded.“This is going to be torture! I thought we were friends!” Myla cried out.Noah couldn’t hold it in any longer; he burst into fits of laughter, shaking and wiping tears from his eyes.Tiana and Chris stared at him, the
‘No, we won’t. We’re allowed to wolf out,’ Myla responded, feeling a surge of power coursing through her veins. Her bones tingled as she prepared to shift. The beauty of New York was that anyone in control of their wolf could transform anytime, anywhere.‘We disobeyed an alpha’s direct order in his pack,’ Wyla retorted.Myla’s eyes widened – this could be a major problem. Thankfully, Noah was nice, right?At this point, Myla had completed her transformation. It had been so quick – maybe everyone else exaggerated their complaints. The process was surprisingly painless.Wyla was ecstatic to be in control, evident from how she ran and howled. Her silver and white fur sparkled in the lights, drawing curious glances from those who saw her. She had to admit her coat was pretty rare.Breaking away from the crowd and the bustling streets, she dashed into the woods. Her speed had dramatically increased; she felt invigorated.Abruptly, she halted, capturing a heavenly scent that filled her sens
continuation of epilogueMyla eyed her body in the mirror with happiness radiating off her in waves. Ever since she learnt she was pregnant, she had been experiencing a horde of different emotions, most of which had to do with her excessively careful husband.He banned her from Lunastra Aetheria completely.Noah, often described by friends as the "King of Caution," took his role of protecting Myla during her pregnancy to epic proportions. Determined to shield her from even the slightest mishap, he launched a campaign of double-padding that would go down in history as a legendary feat of parenthood preparation.The saga began innocently enough with the living room. Noah, armed with rolls of bubble wrap, foam, and a staple gun, set out to conquer the cushions. He layered the sofa with such zeal that sitting on it felt like being cradled in a cloud made of marshmallows. The coffee table, fearing Noah's meticulous attention, practically begged for mercy as he covered it with a cushiony fo
Noah and Myla's journey in Lunastra Aetheria was a mesmerizing odyssey that would reshape their very existence. Guided by the wisdom and magic of the celestial realm, they embarked on a quest to ascend beyond mortal boundaries and become the strongest and most powerful gods in this wondrous domain.Their initial steps in Lunastra Aetheria were filled with awe and trepidation. The silver-tinged sand beneath their feet seemed to pulse with energy, welcoming them to a land where the moon's influence was ever-present. They wandered through enchanted forests, where trees with leaves of radiant blue stretched toward the sky, their branches seemingly caressing the stars. Everywhere they looked, they saw signs of life in forms both familiar and otherworldly.Lunastra Aetheria, who eventually materialized into a semi-corporeal being, was a presence both ethereal and comforting. Her eyes held the wisdom of eons, and her voice carried the serene cadence of the cosmos. She spoke of the moon's ete
Chapter 107Seven mortals and one immortal climbed up Costa Starry at 12 midnight. Five mortals and three immortals descended Costa starry at 5am in the morning."Did we just save the world in the space of a night?", Isabella said, her legs swinging softly in Zack's arms. The ridiculous experience spurred Zack on to stop caring about what people would think with him and Isabella, meaning he was also allowed to stuff people with dog food."The jarring thing is that actually isn't the most spectacular thing that happened this night", Kollie shivered, supporting Alex. His leg wound was getting worse, Myla offered to help him heal it, but he insisted they got to the bottom of Costa starry before any healing. He hated the hill now."Yeah, I mean, I'm a goddess now?", Myla asked, touching the silver crown on her head from her spot on Noah's back. She had a feeling he would never allow her to step out of his sight ever again.Noah's heart raced like a wild stallion as he piggy backed Myla,
Chapter 106Before any of them could break down, Celia hushed them with a wave of her hand."You can't ever wake her up, you can only wake mortals up", the woman smiled ethereally."She's a mortal! She can't die, not yet. Please mother!", Noah begged desperately."You're feeding her life, when she's life herself", a new voice said, the air shimmering again. A woman stood floating beside the moon goddess. A man appeared, and another, and another, till the area that surrounded the eight of them were filled with shimmering people.Myla also began to shimmer, alongside Noah."W-what do you mean by life herself?", Zack asked, the only person other than Noah bold enough to talk to someone that seemed celestial."You'll see", Celia winked.As the night sky blanketed the world in darkness, the moon hung low, casting an eerie red glow across the landscape. Myla who was once lifeless, lay beneath the shimmering canopy of stars, her body bathed in the crimson hue of the bleeding moon. It was a
Chapter 105The weight of grief bore down on Noah, his heart shattered by the loss of Myla, his beloved mate. The echoes of pain reverberated through his very soul, leaving him in a state of despair and emptiness that he thought he might never escape. Yet, amidst the shadows of hopelessness, a flicker of desperate determination glimmered in the eyes of Hailey.Hailey stepped forward, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she first carefully collected the small, black, pulsating heart in her outstretched palms. It was a heart torn from the one that cast the incante. Its rhythmic beat pulsed in her hands, a testament to the life that had once flowed through it.It wasn't at all what she meant, but spells were fickle like that, so long as it was a heart, it could work.With a deep, shuddering breath, Hailey's gaze fixed upon the heart, her eyes reflecting a potent mixture of fear, hope, and determination. She knew the risks involved in the spell she was about to perform – the perilous
Chapter 104Noah's hazel eyes gleamed with an unsettling rage as he charged forward, leaving his companions stunned and wary.As the moon bathed Starry Hill in its eerie, blood-red glow, Noah's world narrowed down to a singular, burning desire for vengeance. His heart ached with the unbearable loss of Myla, and the memories of innocent lives taken by these malevolent witches and vampires fueled an unquenchable anger within him.He was in the midst of tranquilizing his parents. They deserved the death sentence, but he wouldn't be the one to kill them, he couldn't. They had taken so many innocent lives, they didn't deserve to live. His heart was pounding with the determination to protect Myla and the others.And then, in one moment, the bond he shared with Myla, a bond forged through countless shared experiences and a deep, unbreakable connection, was violently severed. It was as if a part of his own being had been torn away, leaving behind an agonizing void. A sharp, searing pain lance
Chapter 103Isabella raised her head."Why is the moon bleeding?", She shrieked as she scowled at the rapidly reddening moon. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the moon."The air feels wrong", Alex frowned, trying not to sniff in the scent of death and blood in the air."It's a red moon! Attack already!", Someone yelled in front of them. Suddenly, several hundreds of people ran out to them. Kollie was the first to go down. She was hit in the arm with a fiery substance and when she checked it out the arm was useless. She bit back a groan, she couldn't afford to distract everybody now."Why are you even doing this?!", Isabella yelled at the people surrounding and attacking her from all sides. They weren't supposed to be this many, Myla should've used her sleep thing, why wasn't she using her sleep thing?"Well, I'll enlighten you", a woman in a clean cut white gown strutted front and center into the field."The orchestrators owe witches a huge deal, they get rid o
Chapter 102The team of eight gathered round the base of Costa starry. "Aren't we supposed to attack tomorrow night? What are we doing here now?", Alex bumbled, annoyed and rubbing his eyes fervently. Myla had woken he and Kollie up at midnight. Alex's first thought was that it was karma for what he did a while back, it turned out it was urgent, and she asked them to gather here."There are several moles, they've informed them, they're already recharging their powers", Myla said angrily, hurriedly wearing fingerless gloves and grabbing a tranquilizer gun."It takes at least three days to recharge after staying dormant, I think we'll be fine", Hailey said tiredly, yawning and eying the soft patch of grass in front of her."Well, the moles told them the minute we announced it. There were only 18 members in the meeting that knew about the ambush. When we get back, find the traitors", Noah said to Adrien, strapping his own gun to his belt."Uh, how many times can we shoot this?", Adrie
Chapter 101In a secluded training area hidden amidst the towering trees of a dense forest, Alex and Kollie stood side by side, their faces etched with determination. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared for the impending battle that would test their skills and their resolve.Kollie, her fierce determination shining in her eyes, brandished a gleaming sword, the blade catching the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. She had trained tirelessly in the art of combat, and her movements were fluid and precise, a testament to her dedication.Alex, not to be outdone, gripped a pair of sleek, custom-made pistols, his fingers caressing the cool metal as he checked the chambers with a practiced ease. He had honed his marksmanship skills to perfection, and his unwavering focus radiated an air of quiet confidence.They began their training, moving in perfect synchronization as they practiced various combat techniques. Kollie's sword danced through the air, her strik