ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVThe familiar scent of lavender and woodsmoke filled the air, a comforting anchor in the storm brewing inside of me. Nana, my guardian and the only person who dared to speak to me with such blunt honesty, stood before me, her frail frame a stark contrast to the imposing stone walls of my chambers."A ball, Your Majesty?" she scoffed, her voice raspy with age but laced with a sharp undercurrent of disapproval. "Is that truly the best idea you can conjure?"My jaw clenched. I loathed feeling like a child being lectured. "It is a necessary measure," I said, my voice clipped and formal. "My advisors believe a public display of…openness will attract potential candidates."Nana let out a snort, a sound that somehow managed to be both disrespectful and endearing. "Openness? You, who shroud yourself in shadows and silence, suddenly crave openness?"Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken tension. Nana wasn't wrong. But the gnawing emptiness within me, the void left
VESTA'S POVDom was late. Again. Fifteen minutes late, which wouldn't normally bother me, except today all the good equipment was hogged. I scanned the weight room, disappointment prickling my skin. Every squat rack was occupied, barbells were scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers, and the only treadmill available was the one perpetually stuck at a slow jog."Ugh," I muttered, grabbing a stray yoga mat and heading for the corner. At least I could stretch while I waited. Just as I unrolled the mat, Kia, the resident know-it-all, sashayed in, her perfectly manicured nails glinting under the gym lights."Hey Lila," she drawled, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Mind if I borrow those weights?"I raised an eyebrow, noting the empty squat rack behind her. "Actually, yeah. I was going to use them."Kia scoffed, a high-pitched sound that grated on my nerves. "Were? Honey, this gym isn't a reservation system. First come, first served.""Except I was here first," I pointed out,
VESTA'S POVThe memory of Kia's words lingered like a bad smell. Every playful jab, every shared joke with Dom echoed in my head, twisted into something suggestive. The sting of her accusation – that I was throwing myself at him – had burrowed deep.So, today, at warrior training, I decided to play it cool. No more goofy grins or witty retorts. Just a focused silence, a determined glint in my eye. Dom, bless his observant heart, noticed the shift."Lila, you alright?" he asked during a break, concern etched on his brow. "You seem…different."I shrugged, forcing a nonchalant smile. "Just tired. Long day."It wasn't a complete lie. Work had been a slog, but the real exhaustion stemmed from the emotional tug-of-war within me.Training itself was a blur. I pushed myself harder than usual, each lunge, each swing of the practice sword a physical manifestation of my internal turmoil. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my muscles screamed, but the ache in my body was preferable to the turmoil in my
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVCrystal chandeliers cast a shimmering glow over the opulent ballroom, a thousand facets reflecting the feverish activity below. Maids scurried about, arranging opulent floral displays and plumping crimson velvet cushions. Strings of fairy lights, woven through the climbing wisteria, promised a night of enchanted revelry. Yet, amidst the flurry of preparations, a single figure stood apart – Nana, the King's trusted advisor, her brow furrowed in worry.Lucius, the Alpha King, was nowhere to be seen. Blind since birth, he navigated the palace with an uncanny awareness, a symphony of memorized footfalls and the subtle shifts in air currents his constant companions. Yet, tonight, the familiar rhythm of his steps was absent.Nana, her silver hair pulled back into a tight bun, sighed. With a practiced grace, she navigated the maze of servants, her hand trailing along the cool marble walls. Reaching the palace gardens, she found him. Seated beneath the gnarled branches of an
VESTA'S POVMy ankle screamed in protest as I landed wrong, a searing pain shooting up my leg. I stumbled, dropping my practice sword with a clatter. A strangled cry escaped my lips before I could bite it back.Everything went blurry for a second, then Dom was beside me, his face etched with concern. "Lila! What happened?""I think I…" I gritted my teeth, trying to stand, but a fresh wave of pain sent me sprawling back onto the mat. "My ankle."He knelt beside me, his calloused fingers gently probing the injured area. "It's swollen already. Definitely a sprain, maybe more."Panic bubbled in my chest. A sprain meant recovery time, missed training sessions, a setback in my quest to become stronger. I bit my lip, trying to blink away the tears pricking at my eyes."Hey, hey," Dom soothed, his voice calm and reassuring. "Don't worry, we'll get you checked out by the pack healer."The next thing I knew, I was being hoisted into his arms, bridal style. A blush crept up my cheeks despite the
AYRA'S POVStepping over the threshold, the coolness of the aged stone floor seeped into my paws. Nana, the head advisor, bustled ahead, a whirlwind of crimson silk and booming pronouncements. "Welcome, Princess Ayra, to your new home!" she declared, gesturing towards the vast expanse of the grand hall. Sunlight streamed through arched windows, casting an ethereal glow on the polished marble floor. I offered a curt nod, the silence around me pressing in like a tangible force. Gone were the cacophony of the ballroom, the whispers and curious stares. Here, an unnerving quiet reigned. Nana continued, her voice echoing through the cavernous space, "This is the heart of the palace. The King's quarters lie to the west, the Royal Court resides in the east wing, and your designated chambers are..." she trailed off, her sharp eyes locking onto a specific corridor. My stomach clenched. Could it be...? Following her gaze, I saw it – a heavy oak door adorned with intricate carvings. A sh
AYRA'S POVSunlight speared through the gap in the curtains, painting a mocking stripe across my eyelids. I jolted awake, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A quick glance at the ornate clock confirmed my worst fears – I was late. Leaping out of bed, fur bristling with panic, I scrambled into my designated training attire – a simple white tunic and breeches that felt far too restricting compared to my usual hunting attire. The bathroom was a blur of frantic splashing and hurried combing. Reaching the main hall, I skidded to a halt, lungs burning. Nana, the ever-present head advisor, stood by the grand staircase, her crimson robes stark against the pale marble floor. Her face, usually creased in a genial smile, was now a thundercloud. "Princess Ayra," she began, voice laced with icy disapproval, "punctuality is a cornerstone of leadership. A Luna Queen arrives early, not fashionably late." Shame burned through me. "I apologize, Nana. I overslept. It won't happen aga
VESTA'S POVA groan escaped my lips as I shifted on the plush couch, the throbbing in my ankle a constant, unwelcome companion. Three days cooped up inside was enough to drive anyone insane, and apparently, I wasn't anyone. Boredom gnawed at me like a persistent rodent. I flipped through a magazine for the hundredth time, the articles blurring together in a meaningless collage.A knock on the door startled me. "Come in," I called out, tossing the magazine aside.The door creaked open and Diana, poked her head in. A wide grin stretched across her face as she held up a plate piled high with cookies. "Freshly baked chocolate chip," she announced, her voice dripping with delight. "Thought you could use a little pick-me-up.""Diana, you shouldn't have," I protested weakly, but a smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The girl was a baking fiend, and her cookies were legendary.She sashayed in, her eyes twinkling. "Nonsense, Lila. A sprained ankle is no excuse to miss out on life's little