Olivia’s POV The moonlight surrounded me, its ethereal glow bathing every inch of my skin in a luminous embrace. Every muscle in my body felt alive, buzzing with an energy I'd never known. As if in sync, the mark on Alexander's hand flared, scorching with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. Yet, the brilliance around me far surpassed the glow of his mark. Panic gripped me as every eye in the clearing turned to stare. My heart raced, echoing in my ears. I took a hesitant step away from the moonlight, feeling an overwhelming urge to escape its relentless pull. "This is a mistake," I murmured, my voice trembling. But as I tried to step out of the light, it seemed to cling to me, pulling me back with an invisible force. My feet left the ground. I wasn't standing anymore—I was hovering, the moonlight holding me aloft. Power surged through me, making me feel invincible and yet utterly out of control. My hair cascaded down my back, growing longer and shimmering like spun sil
Alexander's POVTime seemed to slow as I watched Olivia's transformation, my heart gripped by a mixture of fear and awe. The head elder, Greyson, stepped forward, his voice commanding attention."The moon goddess has made her choice," he declared, his words reverberating across the clearing. The crowd erupted into chaos, their voices a blend of disbelief, anger, and awe.My eyes remained fixed on Olivia, my newly transformed mate. Panic surged through me. What would this mean for her? For us? The power bestowed upon Olivia was both a gift and a curse. We had to tread carefully."We need to get Olivia out of here," I said urgently to Elder Greyson, struggling to make my voice heard over the growing pandemonium. "The crowd needs time to process this. She's in danger."Greyson hesitated but then nodded. "You're right. Take her somewhere safe."I reached out through our mind link, the mental connection crackling with tension. "Olivia, follow me. We need to get out of here."As she began t
Reed’s POVThe ethereal glow of the full moon bathed the clearing in an almost supernatural light, highlighting Olivia's breathtaking transformation. My heart clenched as I watched in awe, jealousy boiling deep within me. Olivia, the spirit wolf—something I had never anticipated. My eyes followed Alexander as he led her away. The bond between them only served to fuel the fire of my envy.Everyone was caught up in Olivia's transformation. Seizing the moment, I slipped away from the full moon ceremony, moving with purpose through the forest towards the prison. The guards there were easily bought; loyalty often comes cheap if you know how to pay for it. My mind raced, anger churning within me like a storm.When I arrived at Cassandra's cell, the heavy iron bars separated us, but the sight of her made me recoil. Once, I had foolishly let myself fall for her deceitful charms, believing she could help me achieve the power I sought. Now, seeing her in this dim, grimy cell brought only a sens
Olivia's POVThe world felt like it held its breath alongside me as I stood in the shadow of the forest, Alexander's jacket draped carefully over my shoulders. It was heavier than I'd expected, infused with his scent, a comforting presence in the tumultuous sea of emotions. The time for hiding was over; I had to stand tall and face my destiny head-on.“I’m ready to face them,” I said, slipping my arms through his jacket and wrapping it around me."Are you sure about this?" Alexander asked, his concern palpable, and his eyes searched mine for any hesitation.I nodded, swallowing the rising lump in my throat. "I have to, Alexander. I need to show them that I'm not scared. I need to show them I'm not weak."His grip on my hand tightened, lending me silent strength. I filed that feeling away in my heart, wrapping it around myself like armour. My heart pounded, reverberating through my chest, but I kept my face steady, shoulders squared with determination.A familiar voice echoed in my min
Olivia’s POVThe clearing was charged with the kind of tension that makes the air nearly suffocating. Alpha Casper's eyes locked onto mine, a flicker of disdain and something else—was it fear?—dancing in his gaze. I squared my shoulders, every muscle in my body coiled and ready. I would not back down.The tension grew so strong you could almost hear it crackling in the air around us. Casper moved slowly closer, his footsteps measured and deliberate. He stopped when his face was mere inches from mine, our breaths mingling in the charged air. My heart pounded, but I stood my ground, ready for whatever he was about to throw at me. "This is futile," Casper growled, his voice a low rumble that only I could hear. "You're lucky you aren't my mate." His breath was hot on my face, his words dripping with contempt.A smile played on my lips, more a challenge than a display of humour. "I’d rather eat a wolf's bane-infused steak than ever have that as my fate," I shot back.Casper growled, his t
Olivia’s POVAs the crowd buzzed with excitement, the elder raised his hand once more, calling for silence. His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something—perhaps admiration or respect. "It has been decided," Elder Greyson proclaimed, his voice reverberating through the clearing. "The fight will take place in one month's time. Should Olivia succeed, all must accept her as the Spirit Wolf and follow the moon goddess's will."A low murmur rippled through the crowd, many sceptical while others began to grudgingly nod in acceptance. Casper’s eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down, his expression full of disdain. "You have one month, Olivia," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Train hard because when the time comes, I won't hold back.""If you think threats intimidate me, Casper, you're sorely mistaken," I replied, holding his gaze. "I’ll be ready."He scoffed, turning away with a final, scornful glance. "We'll see," he muttered as he walked back towards his brothers and thei
Olivia’s POVWe finally returned to the hotel, exhaustion waging a silent war against the adrenaline that still thrummed through my veins. The hallway was dimly lit, a soft glow from ornate sconces casting shadows that flickered like spectres against the walls. Alexander walked silently beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my thoughts. Before we even reached our room, I knew what I needed—a moment to ground myself, to reconcile the whirlwind of the night's events.The moment the door clicked shut behind us, I beelined for the bathroom. My reflection greeted me with a stranger's face, yet felt intimately familiar. My muscles were more defined, almost rippling under the surface of my skin. My hair, longer and more lustrous than I remembered, framed my face with an ethereal glow. I leaned closer to the mirror, my breath fogging up the glass, as I inspected my newfound strength—a gift from the moon goddess, a curse from destiny.Absently, my fingers traced the lines
Alexander's POVThe first rays of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I blinked, gradually bringing the blurred shapes around me into focus. The soft rise and fall of Olivia's breathing was the first thing my senses registered, and I turned to look at her, still asleep beside me. It was a sight I cherished more than I could express.Last night had been transformative. Olivia had come into her own, facing the triplets with courage and defiance that made me proud and left me in awe. The strength of the spirit wolf was clearly within her now, and the weight of her destiny lay heavily on both our shoulders. It was a reminder of what we were fighting for and who we were meant to become.Gently, I reached out to push a lock of hair from her face, my fingers trembling with a mix of love and apprehension. The moment my fingers grazed her skin, the mark on my hand began to glow, its light growing more intense as I moved closer to her. I pulled back s
The gentle hum of the wind rustled through the castle gardens, carrying with it the scent of blooming jasmine and fresh earth. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the kingdom, painting everything in warm, honeyed light. The Dragon Kingdom—our kingdom—was at peace.A week had passed since the final battle. A week since Nicholas had fallen, his tyrannical reign brought to an end. The scars of war still marked the land, but already, hope had begun to weave its way through the people, through the dragons, and through my own kingdom. Rebuilding had started, and with it, the promise of a future unshackled from fear and a united front between not only ours and their kingdom but also many others.And today… today was the day that I finally got to marry Alexander.The wedding had been a quiet affair, just as I had wanted—just those we loved, those who had stood beside us through the trials that had nearly torn us apart. The great hall had been filled with the laughter of
A bright glow surrounded me, cradling me like a guardian made manifest. It was the magic from deep within, awakened not by mere survival but by love—a force transcending the corporeal bounds defined by the fight.The descent slowed, the air holding me in a delicate dance with the elemental magic coursing through my veins. It whispered assurance and a promise returned in kind by the beating heart of the earth itself.As I alighted softly upon the weathered stones of the courtyard, strength and weariness meshed in a delicate balance. The energy wrapped around me, a cocoon of gentle power that ebbed almost tenderly, returning me to the ground with undeniable grace.The world righted itself, the battlefield, once a stage of cacophony and chaos, hushed into a stunned silence, witnessing the impossible shimmer into reality. A breath—my second chance drawn from the earth—and I stood, steady and whole.I looked up to see faces of disbelief switch to ones of hope. Alexander's strides carried h
Olivias povMy warning echoed in the air, but it was already too late. Behind Elijah, the king’s dragon surgeon moved with terrifying speed, its spear-like tail ready to strike. Everything seemed to slow as the scene unfolded—a cruel dance of shadow and flesh, friend and enemy caught in fate’s grip.Time froze as the dragon’s tail pierced Elijah’s back, ending the moment in brutal finality. Pain and realisation filled his face, his emerald eyes widening in shock. His body crumpled forward, silent in the tragedy he had become a part of."No!" The word tore from my throat, breaking the heavy silence that settled like a shroud. But through my horror, an undeniable truth took shape with each heartbeat—Nicholas’s greatest betrayal wasn’t just in his violence but in the cold decision to sacrifice his own son for power.As Elijah fell to his knees, Nicholas grinned—a wicked smile that could freeze the ocean. He waved the horn, the sound still ringing in my ears, and in that moment, his inten
Olivia's PovThe sky was painted in shades of crimson and smoke, and the battlefield lay beneath me, a chaotic tapestry of combat and valour. Riding Saphira, my trusted dragon, I felt an unprecedented harmony between us. Her thoughts intertwined with mine, weaving a tapestry of mutual understanding and unity. Together, we were a force of nature, an extension of one another as we dove and soared through the fray.Saphira’s roar resonated inside me, a declaration of war that echoed the battle’s ferocity. Her muscles coiled beneath my legs, and we twisted through the air, engaging our adversaries with a synergy that brought out the raw power within us. Each strike was fluid and precise—a dance of strength and strategy that blurred the lines between rider and dragon. Riding Saphira, I felt a strength I’d never known, as though every heartbeat was in sync with the rhythm of destiny itself.Through the din of clashing swords and bellows, Saphira's voice sizzled like lightning in my mind. *O
Alexander's POV The battlefield pulsed with chaos, a vast symphony of metal clashing and figures weaving through a smoky haze. I fought with a focused intensity that came from the core of my being. Each movement was purposeful, and each turn of my blade was meticulously calculated. This was more than a war of physicality; it was a contest of spirits fueled by love and vengeance. All around me, my pack surged forward like a tidal wave, wolves overcoming soldiers with primal ferocity. As I caught a glimpse of Olivia soaring overhead on a dragon's back, a wild joy lit me from within. Her presence was like a beacon, a promise that drove me onward, deeper into the heart of conflict. My attention was wrenched upward by the tumultuous struggle above. There, in the sky, dragons twisted and turned in an aerial ballet of might and desperation. King Nicholas and his son, Elijah, battled with a fury that seemed to rend the sky itself. Nicholas's dragon fought with savage intensity, every swi
Elijah's povThe clamour of the battlefield swelled around me, punctuated by cries and the clash of steel. My heart was a tempest, torn between my loyalty to my father and my love for Olivia. I had never intended to become a pawn in this war, but here I stood, bathed in conflict, with my mind spiralling around the impending chaos. As I left Olivia's side earlier, my frustration boiled over into the tense air. "Cease this madness!" I cried out to the guards, their movements a blur of aggression around me. "These people are not our enemies!" Laughter erupted in response, sardonic and cruel. "The King has spoken, not you, Prince Elijah. We fight until death unless he says otherwise." Disdain twisted within me—a serpent rearing its head. Their insolence, their mindless obedience to Nicholas's bloody decree, was galling. But I knew why they refused me. I wasn’t their king, merely a shadow cast by my father’s ambition, a prince wearing false armour. The world spun with futility. Seeking
The ground was approaching swiftly beneath me, a swirling mass racing to meet my descent. Every instinct screamed that this was a mistake and that the leap would surely be my undoing. But even as fear clenched my heart, the dragon's scale in my grip pulsed with a warmth that banished doubt. One hundred meters above the earth, however, a shadow loomed. The first dragon I had saved soared to my rescue, swooping beneath me with a grace that defied the chaos of my fall. Relief erupted within me as I landed on its broad back, a breathless gasp escaping my lips. Holding tight to the rough, warm scales, I murmured, "Thank you."The dragon's powerful wings flapped, beating a defiant cadence against the tumultuous winds. It rose into the sky, a guardian taking flight, and together, we soared, the kingdom unfurling beneath us as a tapestry of vibrant life and teetering conflict.As if in a dream borne aloft, hundreds more dragons began to appear, majestic and fierce, emerging from the shadows
Olivias povI raced through the tunnels with a sense of urgency so intense it felt like a physical force pushing me onward. My breaths were ragged, each inhalation a struggle as I navigated the labyrinthine passages beneath the kingdom. My mind was a whirlwind, and though my plan was half-formed at best, I knew the dragons were my destination—their strength would be paramount in the battle to come.As I emerged into the dragon chamber, the oppressive air filled my lungs, heavy with the scent of fear and confinement. I couldn’t afford to hesitate, even as my heart pounded with the weight of what I was about to do. There they were, magnificent creatures tethered by chains, their eyes pools of ancient wisdom and unfathomable pain.The sight of the three guards was like a cold splash of reality, snapping my senses into sharp relief. The lead guard shouted, “What are you doing here? You can’t be here!” His voice echoed menacingly through the chamber, but I was beyond fear.Panicking would
Alexanders povThe moment we scaled the wall, chaos erupted like a storm unleashed upon the city. The guards, mere specks below, shouted commands in a futile attempt to contain the inevitable. Before anyone could react, a deafening roar sliced through the pandemonium, and the dragons descended, dark silhouettes against the dawn sky. Each dragon was a testament to terror and power, their scales shimmering with malice as they perched above the city. Fire erupted from their jaws, slicing through the air like molten spears, incinerating everything in their path. The city seemed to collapse inward upon itself, screams of horror mingling with the crackling of flames. Yet, amidst the chaos, my objective remained clear. I needed to reach the palace and confront Nicholas, ensuring he could never threaten Olivia or Sarah again. Victor and the others would search for them, but I would end this once and for all. As we pushed forward, defenders surged toward us, their weapons drawn with the con