AYRA'S POVThe sliver of kingdom's sky peeked through the sheer curtains, painting the room with a cool, pre-dawn light. I stirred, the silk sheets clinging to my bare skin. Lucius’ request to join him for breakfast on the balcony echoed in my mind. Ignoring the prickle of unease, I threw off the covers and padded silently to the bathroom.The water from the shower cascaded down, washing away the remnants of sleep and the film of Lucius’ presence from my skin. I dressed quickly, opting for a simple white dress that flowed loosely over my form. Maybe a little peace offering wouldn't hurt.Reaching the balcony, I found Lucius already seated at the small wrought-iron table, a steaming cup of tea cradled in his large hands. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, a rare sight that hinted at sleeplessness. He didn't look up as I approached, and the silence stretched, heavy and unwelcome.We went through the motions of breakfast, the clinking of china and the quiet slurping the only sounds break
VESTA'S POVThe clinking of forks against plates filled the air, a melody accompanying our dinnertime banter. Dom, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, speared a piece of glistening grilled fish and held it hostage above my plate."Alright, Lila," he drawled, his voice thick with mock seriousness, "confess. You snuck some extra sugar into these yams again, didn't you?"I swatted his hand away, letting out a peal of laughter. "Dom, you wound me! You know I wouldn't do something so barbaric." I winked, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "Besides, you secretly love them."He grinned, the playful glint in his eyes intensifying. "Alright, alright, you got me. But only because they pair so well with your ridiculously delicious coconut rice."Our laughter mingled with the clinking of silverware, a symphony of domestic bliss. Diana, Dom's daughter, chimed in from across the table, her youthful voice adding another layer to the melody. "Uncle Dom is right, Auntie Lila. Your cooking is the
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVThe ornate oak doors of my office swung open with a force that rattled the crystal decanter on my desk. A whirlwind of silver hair and crackling energy filled the room – Nana. My formidable advisor and confidante hadn't just entered; she'd stormed in, her fury a tangible presence in the air.I wasn't surprised. The memo announcing the coronation festivities must have reached her desk. A faint glimmer of amusement flickered within me, quickly extinguished by the storm brewing before me. No one dared speak to me like that, no one except Nana."Lucius Tiberius," she roared, her voice vibrating with barely contained rage, "what in the seven hells have you done?"I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers in front of me. "Good afternoon, Nana. To what do I owe the pleasure of your… explosive arrival?"Her scowl deepened. "Don't you play that coy game with me, boy. You know damn well what I'm talking about. This coronation… this public spectacle! You haven't even disc
VESTA'S POVThe insistent rapping on my door shattered the peaceful solitude of my apartment. I groaned, shoving myself out of the comfortable sprawl on my couch. Glancing at the clock, I muttered a curse under my breath. Who on earth would be visiting at this ungodly hour – well, almost ungodly? It was only eight in the evening, but my introverted soul craved an early night in.Throwing on a light sweater over my tank top, I padded to the door and flung it open. Dom stood there, a sheepish grin plastered on his face."Hey, Lila," he greeted, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. "Sorry to bother you so late, but I just wanted to…""Everything alright, Dom?" I interrupted, my worry momentarily pushing aside my annoyance. "Is it an emergency?"He chuckled, shaking his head. "No emergencies, thankfully. Just… pack business. You see, I'm compiling a list of warriors who will be accompanying Alpha Theodore to the royal palace for the coronation."My heart skipped a beat, a flicker of
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVA satisfied smirk played on my lips as I scanned the list presented by Marcus. It was a confirmation of what I already knew – Vesta wouldn't be gracing the coronation with her presence. No name resembling hers, no "Lila" either, the alias my private investigator had unearthed."As expected," I murmured, a low rumble that echoed in the stillness of my chambers.Marcus cleared his throat, his ever-present stoicism masking whatever thoughts swirled within him. "So, Your Majesty," he began, "what are your next steps?"A low chuckle escaped my lips. "Next steps, Marcus? We postpone the coronation."His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Postpone? But… the invitations have already been sent, preparations are underway…""Precisely," I interrupted, a glint of amusement dancing in my eyes. "Imagine the disarray it will cause. The whispers, the speculation. It will be… entertaining."Marcus remained silent, but his posture spoke volumes – disapproval. He wasn't one for unnecessary
VESTA'S POVRelief washed over me like a tidal wave as Dom informed me that my suspension was officially lifted. No more lectures about proper pack conduct, no more restrictions on training. I was a free woman… well, mostly."And the coronation," Dom added, his voice laced with curiosity, "it's been postponed."My heart skipped a beat. Postponed? Why? A million questions swirled in my mind, each one shrouded in suspicion. But I couldn't very well ask Dom, could I? Not without revealing the truth about my past, the very truth I'd been desperately trying to bury."Postponed?" I echoed, feigning surprise. "What a strange turn of events. Any idea why?"Dom shrugged. "No official announcement. Just… silence from the royal palace. Maybe they're having second thoughts about the whole celebration" he added.Dom chuckled, pulling me closer. "Speaking of which," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, "are you still mad at me for trying to pressure you into attending that coronation thing
AYRA'S POVA frigid fury snaked its way through me, coiling and tightening with each passing moment. The news, a cruel whisper carried through the gossiping halls, had settled in my gut like a venomous stone. The coronation – postponed.I slammed my hand down on the vanity, the gold-rimmed mirror shuddering under the impact. Tiara and Maki, my ever-present handmaidens, flinched at the sudden noise."What is it, Your Grace?" Tiara ventured cautiously, her voice laced with concern."What is it?" I echoed, my voice dripping with scorn. "Don't you two know anything? Apparently, the grand coronation, the supposed pinnacle of my existence, has been… postponed."Maki, usually quick with a comforting word, remained silent. I knew the news had shaken them as well. But their concern was a mere annoyance compared to the inferno raging within me."The last person to find out, of course," I continued, my voice a low growl. "The Luna herself. A mere afterthought in this grand spectacle."Tiara opene
ALPHA LUCIUS'S POVThe vial in the guard's hand pulsed with a malevolent green glow, the potent poison within shimmering like a captured emerald fire. Rage, a primal and searing entity, coiled within me. How dare she? Ayra, the woman I'd chosen as Luna in a desperate attempt to maintain stability, had attempted to take my life.The irony wasn't lost on me. I'd been too lenient, too willing to overlook her sniveling and tantrums. Perhaps I'd mistaken her blatant disrespect for youthful defiance. But this… this was a declaration of war.Nana, her weathered face an impassive mask, stood sentinel in the corner of the dungeon. Maki, the omega Ayra had sent on this treacherous errand, knelt in the center of the room, a whimpering mess. Blood caked her face, a testament to the interrogation she'd just endured."Speak, whelp," Nana rasped, her voice cracking with barely contained fury. "Where did you acquire this… concoction?"Maki flinched, her voice barely a whimper. "The w-witch v-village…