ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVThe gilded doors slammed shut with a bang, the echo bouncing off the high, vaulted ceilings of my office. Nana, bless her fiery spirit, had just finished delivering a tongue-lashing that would make a lesser man flinch."Piff!" she'd huffed, her tiny frame radiating enough fury to rival a simmering volcano. I clenched my jaw, forcing a smile. Nana had been by my side since I was a pup, practically raised me after everyone left me. Yelling at her wasn't an option, even if every muscle in my body tensed with the urge to roar back."Nana," I began, my voice carefully measured, "we both know Vesta is my fated mate. Whether she likes it or not, she'll be Luna Queen by my side.""Like it or not?" she scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Lucius, you can't force someone to be your mate! You tried that once, remember how well that ended?"My smile faltered. Ayra, the she-wolf I'd foolishly chosen as Luna, still festered in the dungeon, her betrayal a constant thorn in my
AYRA'S POVI was locked in the dungeon for what felt like an eternity. The damp walls, the cold stone floor, and the dim torchlight were my constant companions. It had been almost a month since Lucius discovered my plot, and he hadn't bothered to come see me since then. Not that I expected any compassion from him; after all, he was the one who threw me in here in the first place. I feel like a fool knowing that all my scheming and careful planning have gone up in the flames because of someone I trusted betraying me. It had to be Tiara who leaked my secret, I thought we all shared the same hate for the foolish alpha king but alas I was wrong as hell. Nana, the old sage of the palace and Lucius's favorite advisor, came to visit me. I was shocked to see her, wondering what business she could possibly have with me. "Ah, Ayra," Nana greeted me with a sad smile. "I see you're still holding on to hope." I scoffed bitterly. "What hope is there left for me?" Nana sighed, her wise eyes s
VESTA'S POVSeven days. Seven agonizing days since Alpha Theodore had told me to be patient, that the search party would find Dom. But patience was a luxury I didn't possess. Every sunrise felt like a punch to the gut, every sunset a reminder of another day wasted while Dom remained missing. I couldn't take it anymore. The pack center, once a haven, felt suffocating. The concerned glances, the hushed whispers – they all chipped away at my already fragile resolve. Packing my bag felt like a betrayal, a rejection of the life I'd built here, the home I'd found. Ellie, my ever-reliable patrol partner, found me by the window, a half-packed duffel bag at my feet. Her normally bright brown eyes were clouded with worry. "Lila," she began hesitantly, "what are you doing?" I forced a smile, the gesture feeling brittle on my face. "Just packing a few things," I mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "Are you leaving?" The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fear. "I..." I trailed off, unab
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV A satisfied smirk played on my lips as I leaned back in my chair, the evening sun casting long shadows across my office floor. Beta Marcus, his ever-reliable presence, stood before me, clearing his throat."Well, Marcus?" I prompted, my voice laced with an underlying impatience. "Do tell, did our wayward Luna grace us with her presence?""Indeed, Alpha," Marcus confirmed, a hint of amusement flickering in his brown eyes. "She arrived just as you predicted, a little worse for wear but otherwise unharmed."The news sent a thrill coursing through me, a delicious mix of anticipation and control. Vesta was back, just as fate, and my careful planning, had ordained. A small, traitorous part of me yearned to see her, to witness the fire in her emerald eyes and the defiance that had always simmered beneath the surface.But I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Not yet. "Excellent," I replied coolly, steepling my fingers in front of me. "Have her taken to the private halls on
VESTA'S POVThe gilded cage held all the allure of a prison cell, albeit a more comfortable one. I sank into the plush velvet chaise lounge, the scent of lavender and something vaguely musky clinging to the air. Musky, like Lucius.A shiver ran down my spine, a stark reminder of the predator I was trapped with. Letting out a frustrated huff, I tossed a silk pillow across the room, where it landed with a soft plop.Lucius, true to form, hadn't graced me with his presence. Predictable, really. He was letting me stew, letting the uncertainty gnaw at me. Fine. Two could play at this game.I paced the room, the luxurious carpet muffling the sound of my steps. A day had passed. A whole day. And I still had no answers. No word on Dom, no indication of Lucius' plans. The silence was deafening, and my gut churned with a gnawing anxiety.Was Dom alive? Was Lucius torturing him? Was it all a sick game to break me? The questions swirled in my head, a storm brewing in my heart. I hated feeling help
VESTA'S POVA soft knock shattered the peaceful rhythm of my sleep. Yawning, I stretched beneath the silk sheets, the luxurious surroundings starkly contrasting with the place I use to call home."Luna Vesta," a handmaiden announced, her voice soft yet firm. "The King has summoned you."My eyes snapped open, a flicker of amusement dancing in their depths. Lucius was playing his little games, was he? He wanted a reaction, a fight. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.He could dangle his alpha title all he wanted, but I wouldn't be his puppet anymore. My mind was made up, a plan simmering beneath the surface.The handmaidens bustled around me, transforming me from a sleepy mess into a vision in a flowing emerald gown. I allowed them their ministrations, and I am playing the part of the docile Luna for now.Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was ushered into a sleek black car. The ride to the main palace was a blur, my thoughts consumed by the coming encounter.My heart h
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVDisbelief clawed at me as Marcus delivered the news. Ayra, dead? The infuriating, rebellious she-wolf who had dared to poison her alpha? The woman who'd been replaced so easily in my mind by the fiery defiance of my true mate, Vesta?"Autopsy," I barked, the word a growl in the sterile silence of my office. Dead was dead, but the cause… suspicion gnawed at me. Marcus, bless his ever-observant soul, suspected foul play.Ayra, despite her defiance, had been a pawn in this game. A pawn I didn't mourn, but a loose end nonetheless.With a curt nod of dismissal, I left Marcus to his grim task. My steps were heavier than usual as I headed for the holding cell where Dom remained a captive. The news of Ayra's death wouldn't affect him, not directly. But it might be a useful tool.The scent of stale sweat and fear hit me as I entered the small, sparsely furnished room. Dom, his back turned to me, was pacing like a caged wolf. A growl rumbled in my chest, a visceral reaction to
VESTA'S POVDespair settled over me like a suffocating fog as I surveyed my new, gilded cage. No longer confined to the bleak halls on the palace outskirts, I was now a resident of a luxurious wing, strategically placed just a floor below Lucius' own chambers.The absurdity of it all gnawed at me. Fine furnishings, expensive artwork, a balcony overlooking pristine gardens – all designed to appease the captive mate. He'd learned his lesson once, allowing me to slip through his grasp. This time, his control was absolute. No more handmaidens who could be swayed to my cause, no more whispers of escape plans behind tightly closed doors.I wasn't naive enough to believe this was some act of benevolence. He knew I wouldn't willingly remain here. He was simply tightening the noose, ensuring I wasn't going anywhere.A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Running away was a fool's errand. Every attempt had only resulted in more pain, more suffering for innocent bystanders.The heavy oak door creaked op
LuciusI traced Vesta’s scent to a horrid looking place. But I couldn’t care less, all that was on my mind was where to find my Luna. I kept on following the trail of her scent and it lead me deeper into the unknown.As I pushed forward, the scent of my mate intensified, mingling with the odor of the unknown wolves. A low growl rumbled in my chest, a warning to any who dared stand in my path.Finally, the path opened into a vast underground chamber and in there, stood two figures. I recognized the unmistakable scent of Vesta clinging to them. But something was wrong. Their movements were jerky, and their eyes glowed with emerald light.“Vesta!" I roared. "Where is she?"The figures turned towards me, their heads snapping in unison. A guttural growl erupted from their throats. Their glowing eyes never left me. Their lack of response, their wolf appearance, sent fury coursing through me."Where is my mate?" I repeated. "What have you done to her?"Another guttural growl was their o
VESTA'S POV Even while I knew I and Elara were cooked, I was still defiant. I challenged him, I said all sorts of disdainful remarks towards him and for a moment, I saw fear. But he wouldn't let a naive pup like me unravel it all. "Don't be foolish, Vesta," he hissed. "I've worked too hard for my position. A few more lives, even yours, are a small price to pay for ultimate power." Darius didn't care about the pack, not truly. It was all a game of control, a desperate scramble to maintain a power he never rightfully earned. And if that meant silencing anyone who threatened to expose his treachery, then so be it. “You think fear will silence me?" I retorted, my voice laced with newfound steel. "You underestimate me, Uncle." Darius's smile vanished completely, replaced by a menacing scowl. "Perhaps," he said, taking a menacing step forward. "But underestimation can be a very effective tool." A signal was barked, and the two guards flanking him lunged forward. Before I could react, t
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV With I and Mayra in the same castle as Vesta, I knew Vesta was definitely going to observe my relationship with my sister. She had spoken to me about family and bonding. She made me understand that family is forever even if they can be dickheads. I was reluctant to have ‘that talk’ with my sister but Vesta had convinced me to do it. With a gentle nudge and a smile, she left us alone in the library, a silent encouragement to bridge the gap that separated us. Mayra, frail but determined, reached out a hand, her touch hesitant yet filled with longing. I clasped it in mine. "I'm so sorry, Lucius," she said, her voice cracked. "For everything." "There's nothing to apologize for, Mayra," I replied, my voice cracking as well. "We were just children, caught in the crossfire." A gentle smile touched her lips, in that moment I saw a glimpse of a vibrant young woman I remembered. "Do you remember the stories Mama used to tell us?" she asked. I nodded, I felt bitte
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV Everything going on with Vesta was unfortunate. As much as I wanted her to be with me in my castle so we could make love from dusk till dawn, I had to give her the time and space she needed to heal. I didn’t know much about what had happened back in her pack but I do know it had something to do with her uncle. One morning, Vesta walked up to me in the study. “Lucius, the night my parents died, do you have any idea what happened?” She asked me, she appeared almost lifeless. As though she had been troubled with something heavy. “I wasn’t there. I have little to no knowledge of what happened that night.” I confessed. “How can I trust you! Everyone has been lying to me, why are you any different?!” She yelled. Vesta's words hit me like a physical blow. The raw pain and accusation in her voice felt like a betrayal. But I could understand her pain. “Believe me, Vesta, I had nothing to do with your parents' death." "How can I believe you?" she cried, her voice
VESTA'S POV In the days that followed, I was conflicted by my emotions. I was uncertain, the truth was a constant torment in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of a dark figure, a glimpse from a night etched in blood and loss. Was it Lucius after all? Or was I clinging to a fabricated truth, a narrative constructed by years of resentment? Determined to uncover the truth, I embarked on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every spare moment found me looking through anything in hardcover the pack library. My fingers tracing the worn spines of ancient tomes. My frustration built with each dead-end. Until one dusty afternoon, buried beneath a pile of forgotten scrolls, my fingers brushed against a hidden compartment in an old leather-bound book. Inside, resting amongst brittle parchment and faded ink, lay a single, folded letter. My heart pounded in my chest as I carefully unfolded the yellowed paper, the words written upon it swimming before my eyes. It was a desperate plea, a despera
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I wondered why she hated me. Every time I looked at Vesta, the raw pain in her eyes was a constant reminder of my own shortcomings. Two years. Two years I'd watched Vesta fight our bond with every fiber of her being. Two years of clenched jaws and strange stares, a constant reminder of the past I desperately wanted to amend. Vesta sat by the window, her back was rigid, her silence a wall I desperately wanted to breach. With a deep breath, I approached with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched tightly in my hand. “Vesta," I began. "May I come in?" I was greeted with silence. I was beginning to get frustrated but I forced it down. This wasn't about me. This was about making amends, however flimsy they might seem. I pushed the door open further, stepping into the room. "I brought you these," I stated, extending the bouquet towards her. They were violets and lilies, her favorites. It was a long shot, a gamble, but her reaction was worth the risk. Surprised crossed her
VESTA'S POV I practically skipped into the pack house, my heart humming a happy tune. Elara, who was by the window, looked up, her brows raised in amusement. "What's gotten into you?" she teased. "Elara, you won't believe it!" I gushed, practically bursting with the need to share. "Lucius and I… we went for a walk." "A walk?" Elara said, her voice laced with curiosity. "That's it?" I blushed furiously, but couldn't contain my excitement. "Well, it wasn't just any walk," I stammered. "We talked… for hours. And then…" I paused dramatically, unable to wipe the silly grin off my face. "He kissed me, Elara." A gasp escaped Elara's lips. "He kissed you?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "And… and you?" "I…" I confessed hesitantly, "I kissed him back." Elara's face broke into a wide smile. "Oh, Vesta!" she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. "That's amazing! I knew there was something simmering there." The memory of the kiss sent a shiver down my spine. "It was… unexpected
VESTA'S POV All of a sudden, the outrage I felt towards Lucius seemed petty. After that gift, he was a powerful Alpha, sending me such a heartfelt gift, and all I could do was shut him out. Elara, who had watched me open the book again, spoke up softly, "It's beautiful, isn't it, Vesta?" I nodded, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. "He put a lot of effort into it," Elara added. "Maybe you should cut him some slack." Her words echoed in my mind. Perhaps she was right. Lucius had his flaws, his controlling tendencies were a constant source of irritation, but this… this was different. This was a man reaching out, trying to forge a connection. “Give him a chance?" I said, trying to mask my feelings. “Think about it," Elara urged. "Flowers from so far away? Jewelries, trinkets. A book, that obviously means something to you? He's clearly trying." Maybe, just maybe, it was time for me to reciprocate, to meet him halfway. Later that evening, as I sat by the fire with a steaming
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POV I watched with satisfaction as the messengers I'd hired left the castle grounds, a precious package safely in their hands. Inside? Another token for Vesta – a stunning emerald bracelet this time, a subtle nod to her captivating eyes. A smile played on my lips. Perhaps, with this one, she'd finally relent, finally acknowledge the depth of my affection. "Alpha Lucius," Marcus barged into the room, his usual stoicism replaced by a flicker of urgency. "We have a situation." My smile faded. "What is it, Marcus?" "News from Vesta's pack," he replied, stepping closer. "Our scouts report… peculiar developments." Intrigued, I leaned forward. "Peculiar?" “Yes, Alpha. It seems the women and young girls… they've been seen wearing expensive jewelry. Gold, diamonds, even silver." A frown etched itself onto my face. Jewelry? I’ve been sending boxes of the finest jewelries to Vesta. Could news of my generosity have spread so quickly? Perhaps word of my extravagant gift had in