Lucian’s POV So many questions taunted my mind. I wanted to ask her what she saw or if I had embarrassed myself in any way, but I couldn’t get myself to do it; it was unnecessary.I had to believe if I had shown any sign of weirdness, she would have told me already. I refused to let her get under my skin, so I straightened my clothes, then stood gallantly, pretending to be totally unaffected by my thoughts.“Next time, make sure you get my attention before you intrude in such a manner; it would have gone bad. In such a state, I barely recognized anyone; my wolf crashed out; I was vulnerable, and you intruded. I would be aggressive and you would be dead, so don’t do it next time, at least not without my attention.”She responded with a nod.Defeated by her silence, I took a seat close by. For six years I had painted this moment, both of us in a room, all alone. I wanted to ask her what she gained in deceit. Why she took her time to visit me in the cell and make promises to run away wit
Selene’s POVIt felt like my soul was being sucked right out of me the moment I set my eyes on her. I fell to her bed and then fondled her frail body. She looked pale and almost lifeless; her eyes were closed shut, and I could see the traces of tears in the corner of her eyes; she was crying in her sleep. I could only imagine what she was seeing while still in a coma; maybe it was the last memory of her father acting so cruelly.“She calls for you in her sleep.” Said Lucian calmly.I felt my heart break into a million pieces all over again. The last time I held her, she was crying in my arms; her body was hot, and I feared she wouldn’t make it out alive.“I believe you can heal her if you put your mind to it. Over the years, wolves who had been granted a second chance, mostly as spiritual healers, were able to heal people they were connected to, maybe family, or out of sheer kindness. If you can do it again, she will wake up,” Lucian said.My insides ached with pain; my wolf was cold
Selene's POVIt was finally nighttime, the pack was bubbling with laughter, and the cheerful sound of patriots dancing seamlessly around the bonfire.They all sang songs of freedom while holding hands; they yelled at the top of their voices, with all certainty that their voices would reach the bossom of the moon goddess.Ella sat beside me, clapping and hopping on her seat; she had the blood of a lamb mixed with ash on her face just like everyone; Lucian had done it on everyone except me, which I didn’t question; it was the mark given to newly born wolves, and since he had cast their past away, it was only right that he gave them the mark that made them truly free.It was a happy moment for everyone, except me. I was stuck in a maze of memory, all with the help of my liquor; it made it easier for me to delve deeper into a stream of thoughts and conflicting emotions.I watched as Lucian danced around the flames, bare-chested, with the horn of a bull in his hands. He sipped from it then
Lucian’s POVI could tell from her inability to stand still that she was drunk and uneasy, which could be justified, but Ella didn’t take it that way; she cried till I carried her to her tent.“There there, calm down,” I said while patting her back. She didn’t want me to place her on the bed, so she held on tight, unwilling to let go. A sigh escaped my lips. I didn’t sign up for this, but I had to. “Your mom didn’t mean to yell at you, Princess; she’s not feeling too good; don’t worry; you will be fine; don’t be sad." I had no experience with children, and everything I did felt like it was a mistake, but somehow this mistake of mine happened to soften her heart, and I felt her body calm in my embrace. Her loud cry turned to a muffled whimper, then a series of hiccups.Soon I felt the tightness of her grip loosen around my neck, so I took it as an opportunity to lay her down on the bed; she was already fast asleep and mildly snoring. I had no idea why I smiled, but I felt a little spar
Lucian’s POVOne of the wolves I had sent alongside Joan walked up to me.“The queen said she wouldn’t make a deal with a man who isn’t courageous enough to show his face without a mask,” he muttered beside me. A low growl escaped my lips; my appearance had nothing to do with her decision.“The feast is over!” I yelled at the top of my voice; the sound of drums and claps was overshadowed by the lingering sound of murmur.“Go back to your tents, and stay safe!” I concluded before walking out of the ceremony, then towards the healer ward.The Fae queen. She was a widowed Luna whose husband had died in battle, leaving her to take care of the pack in his absence. She had a lot of vacant lands at her disposal, all thanks to her deceased husband, who had secured a lot of land in his tenure as Alpha. Her pack was famous for its vacant and fertile land. But she lacked the necessary population to make a pack grow, so I confided in her concerning my desire to expand my territory I told her I
Selene’s POV My eyes fluttered open gently; the room was awkwardly bright and spinning.I blinked a few times, then noticed something weird: a pair of eyes staring down at me, totally unmoving; it leaned close to me. I jerked up from the bed in shock, thereby pushing the intruder out of the way.“Wow!” I exclaimed.Finally regaining myself, I lessened my breathing pace, then I stared beside me to see Ella on the floor; she had been staring at me all along.“Oh baby, what are you doing? Why were you standing there? I would have hurt you; are you okay?” I pulled her close, then placed a kiss on her forehead. She leaned away from my hug.“I am fine, mummy. I came to see how you were doing, then I saw you talking in your sleep; you were having a nightmare, and you called Daddy’s name,” she said. heart skipped a beat.Only the goddess knew what exactly she had heard because I had just relived my biggest trauma. In my mind, I was still in the cage. My hands were pinned to the wall by a k
Selene’s POVShe giggled before retreating.Yeah, they were dating. I had thought so too. She was vibrant, beautiful, and brimming with youthful energy. And he was basically a walking hormone. The way he stroked her hair could only mean they were close. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to ignore the strange bitterness in my chest.Emily’s words had filled in the missing pieces. Joan. She had to be the woman he was calling for that night—the one he begged not to leave when he woke up, disoriented and vulnerable. The dots connected with painful clarity.He must’ve thought it was her that night. Of course he did. Who else could it have been? And now Joan was back, in the flesh, smiling as if she’d never been gone. He probably thought the whole thing was a bad dream, just some figment of his subconscious.But it wasn’t.The realization sent panic clawing at my throat. If they were together—if they’d always been together—should I tell him the truth? Should I confess that it wasn’t his dre
Lucian’s POVThe meeting had just ended. I was trying to get a clear vision of what to do next. The people should be preparing against winter, which meant we needed to hunt more now to create coats against the cold, and we needed to make more tents and stores for our produce; the rest of the vacant lands could be used for harvest while it was still fertile.That was why I needed to extend the reach of my pack because more rogues would come for shelter and I needed to have enough food to give them. “This part is good for our next hunt; what do you think?” Joan said as she leaned in. I checked the part of the map she had just marked; it was indeed a perfect spot for a hunt, but the most dangerous. “We need our strongest wolves to hunt with us; there’s a possibility of being attacked by multiple bears; that's their habitat .”“Well, we have you; you are the strongest wolf in the pack. With you, I don’t think we need to fear.” She whispered as she weaved my hair backward. I thought abo
Selene POV Lucian stood before me with a plate of food. His face was less grumpy and soft. I didn't know if he was acting or just being good to me for goodness sake."Here, eat this. You missed your lunch which shouldn't have been." He dropped the plate in front of me, his tone strict."I thought you promised to eat properly from now on? You shouldn't go back on your words, Selene. It is not good for your health to skip meals," he scolded."Did you come here to give me food or argue with me because I feel you came for the latter.""Don't turn this into a fight, Selene. You did wrong by skipping your meal. I have every right to be angry at you for neglecting what's important to you.""I didn't do it on purpose. It's not like I had a choice..." I defended myself but he cut me off with a slam on the table."You had a choice, Selene. We agreed that no matter what, you will stick to your eating routine for efficient training. Don't give me that excuse of not having a choice," he muttered
SELENE'S POVAs I sat in my quarters, surrounded by the comforting scent of old books and the soft glow of candlelight, I was deeply engrossed in the pages of my worn leather-bound book of herb remedies, the intricate illustrations and detailed descriptions of various plants and their medicinal properties a soothing balm for my frazzled nerves. The sound of a gentle knock at the door broke the spell, and I looked up to see Donald, a member of our pack, standing in the entrance, a small, neatly wrapped package clutched in his hand. He smiled hesitantly, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he approached me. "Selene, I brought you something," he said, his voice low and rough, as he held out the package. "I made it myself. It's a scent leg cream. I thought you might find it useful."I took the package from him, feeling a surge of gratitude and appreciation for his thoughtful gesture. "Thank you, Donald," I said, my voice sincere. "That's very kind of you." As I unwrapped the package,
Selena's POV “After the interlude with Lucian I went to tend to the nightingale flowers. As the days went by they required more care which was a little bit tasking thus by the time I got home,I fell head first into the warm,cozy comfiness of my bed. I was having a weird dream where I was able to actually best Lucian in the training field! I really loved the surprised look on his face and was just about to tease him when a loud knock on my door jolted me out of my sweet dream. “Who was that now?" Grumbling,I grudgingly rose up from my bed with my eyes still heavy with sleep. Opening the door I was surprised to discover Lucian at the door. It was still early morning with the sky still dull. Heck,the sun was not even out yet!However,with one look I knew why he was here, dressed up in training gear he was here to call me out for my usual training. “Come in.” I said as I turned back inside but before I could go far he spoke up. “No need for that,I came her so that we can
Selena's POV Tonight's sky was breathtakingly mesmerizing! The twinkling stars in the clear sky were simply enthralling,coupled with the sharp chirping of crickets and the cool night breeze, it created an ambience that felt relaxing. Clear,cloudless nights like this were a dime in a dozen as most of the time clouds blotted out the sky. They were especially great for telling stories as they made the whole feeling more….immersive.Under one of the many Magnolia trees that littered the pack grounds an old man could be seen narrating a story to a bunch of kids. He was old Alfred one of the oldest members of the pack,once a great warrior an injury he received had made him feeble. Now he was a guardian of the younger generation guiding them forward.Clearing his throat he started his story. “ A very long time ago…”" How long ago pa Alfred?" One of the kids interrupted with a curious expression. " Hoho,long before even I was born, but let's get back to the story . So where
CHAPTER 115SELENE'S POVAs I stood amidst the bustling activity of our pack's farm, my eyes couldn't help but wander to the figure of Lucian, his muscles rippling beneath his sleeveless shirt as he labored to construct the new greenhouse. The sun beat down upon his back, casting a sheen of sweat across his skin, and I felt a flutter in my chest, a sensation that I promptly suppressed with a surge of irritation. Why must I always find myself drawn to him, even after the argument we had just shared? And to make matters worse, he had teased me mercilessly about my appetite that morning, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched me devour my meal with gusto. I hated that he could still affect me so, that he could still make me feel like a foolish, lovesick child.Determined to put Lucian from my mind, I threw myself into my work, focusing intently on the task of planting the new crops. The feel of the cool, damp soil between my fingers was calming, and I lost myself in the simp
Chapter 114Lucian’s POV“Do you want more?” I asked Selene.“And I think you might want to slow down a bit Selene, the food is right here in this tent. No one's coming in to take it away from you.” She was taking in everything at a speed I feared greatly might end up requesting the presence of a healer.She glared at me. “Are you mocking me, Lucian?”I raised my hand in protest. “I wouldn't dare.” I thought to myself, I'm just trying to help, but I guess that's not how she sees it.She nodded, as if content with my reaction. “Better.”“And besides, what are you still doing here in my tent?” she added. “Waiting to see if you'd want more,”She scoffed. “I think I've had enough, thank you.” Her tone was polite, but I could sense the underlying tension.I nodded, feeling a pang of awkwardness rose in my chest. Was this ever going to end?“Alright, I'll leave you to rest then.” I stood up, my eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before I turned to leave.As I stepped out of the tent, I w
Lucian’s POV I was sharpening my dagger in my tent when I caught sight of Selene walking like she was being chased at the same time sniffing the air like a dog. I didn't know when I stood from my seat and followed her, my lips stretching into a smile of delight when she finally came to a stop in front of the royal kitchen. Cravings. She definitely had a craving. What solidified my resolve was the face she had made asking the chef for meatball subs with mozzarella cheese. I mean who asks for such weird combination and in the morning at that?I didn't want her to see me so I had kept a great distance between us, just watching the scene that was playing out between her and the chef. The chef…by the gods, the look on the chef's face was one I could kill to see again. The man looked like he was watching a patient from an asylum talk to him and couldn't believe his ears. Selene on the other hand didn't seem to care, she went on begging to have a portion even when it wasn't ready. He
Selene’s POV I woke with a start. My tongue felt sore and my body disoriented as I tried to stand to my feet. Today's supposed to be the first day of building my afrm but it felt like I'd been rammed into by a pack of rogues and left to die on my bed. Jeez, this definitely had to be the cons of being pregnant. But there’s no hella way I was letting that get to me. After I had left Lucian's room, I had drafted out the activities I was going to carry out today, more like pioneer since I was pregnant and couldn't really do much just for the safety of my baby. The first thing on my list was checking out some plots of land available in the pack to be sold, leased or rented. Thankfully, despite the bad blood between Lucian and I, he'd forwarded to me a list of persons with lands ready to be sold or leased so all I had to do was inspect and choose. Afterwards, I'll make payments, put up and ad for workers and if time permitted, start clearing if it was a bushy land. I pushed myself for
Selene's povMy joy knew no bounds knowing that Lucian was super willing to help me finally achieve my dream of owning a farm. The thought sent a thrill through me, so much so that I didn't know when I chuckled and did a happy dance as I trudged through the hallway. “Look at you, all happy huh?” My wolf teased. “Girl, who wouldn't be?” I retorted, chuckling the more as my mind wandered to my cooked up imagination of me standing in my own huge, long plot of land, sowing seeds into the soil alongside my workers. Surreal was an understatement of how the thought made me feel. But almost immediately, my reverie ended. Somehow my mind defiled my constraints and traveled back to the time when I had asked Lucian what was wrong with him and how he'd coldly told me off. I could feel my heart shattering into multiple pieces again as the scene replayed in my head again. Was I ever going to move past that? The cold looks in his eyes, the venom in his voice, the way he'd quickly rebuffed me,