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…
VESTA'S POVMy heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Dom had been staring at the wall for an eternity, and the silence was suffocating me. Today was the day. Today, the truth, the whole ugly truth, would slither out of my mouth and stain the perfect picture we'd painted of our little life together."Dom," I ventured, my voice barely a whisper.He finally turned, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of confusion swirling in their depths. "Yeah, Lila?""Listen," I began, forcing a lightness to my tone that felt foreign on my tongue, "whatever your reaction is, that's okay. I just… I can't keep doing this. Can't keep lying to you, not anymore."He simply nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. Taking a fortifying breath, I plunged in."My name, Dom. It's not Lila."A jolt of surprise shot through his features. "What do you mean? Of course, it's Lila.""It's Vesta," I corrected him, the unfamiliar name feeling heavy on my tongue. "Lila… well, Lila's part of me, but she's dorma
VESTA'S POVMy stomach churned with every passing minute. The warriors' meeting dragged on, each booming voice and alpha decree a nail hammering into the coffin of my fragile hope. Every eye that flickered my way felt like an accusation, a silent question about the truth I'd kept hidden.Then, a familiar figure slipped through the doorway, interrupting my spiral of anxiety. Dom's presence, even from a distance, was a beacon in the storm brewing within me. He scanned the room, his gaze finally landing on me. A flicker of something – maybe understanding, maybe anger – crossed his features before he settled into the seat beside me.The meeting continued, but my focus was solely on Dom. He reached for my hand, his touch sending a jolt through me. His fingers intertwined with mine, a silent promise of support in the face of the unknown. The warmth of his hand grounded me, a small comfort amidst the chaos in my head.The meeting finally reached its conclusion, the pack dispersing with a flur