Alexander's POVI stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Olivia face the triplet alphas with a pounding heart. As the leader of my own pack and a powerful alpha king, I was used to battles and challenges, yet this was different. The mark on my hand shimmered with energy, reacting to every swing, jab, and dodge she made. Its glow intensified, mirroring the struggle unfolding before us. Lidia and Victor stood close by, both equally tense as they watched their sister and ally in the arena.Olivia was a sight to behold. Her confidence radiated, a living testament to the spirit wolf within her. Cole, Casper, and Carlson lunged at her in unison, each movement executed with ruthless precision. I clenched my fists by my sides, forcing myself to remain still though every instinct screamed at me to leap into the fray and protect her. I reminded myself that she could handle this—that she had to for her sake and for everyone who questioned her strength.The atmosphere was electric with antic
Olivia's POVThe elder began to speak, his voice clear in the silent clearing, "As wolves, we value that of our word." His words hung in the air, a truth that resonated deeply within the souls of everyone present. His gaze swept over the crowd, finally landing on me with an expression that blended respect with approval.I pulled away from Alexander’s comforting hold and turned toward the triplet alphas—Cole, Casper, and Carlson—who stood before me. It was a moment fraught with expectation, the kind that could shift the balance within our world. As I locked eyes with each of them, there was a pause, a heartbeat of hesitance as they exchanged a look between themselves. Then, in perfect unison, they dropped to their knees, their heads bowed."We, the alphas of the Three Moon Pack, follow Olivia," Cole began, his voice steady, the pride in it replaced by a solemn vow. "May she, as the Spirit Wolf, guide us," continued Casper, the sincerity in his voice echoing in the quiet clearing. Carls
Olivia's POVThe evening was alive with chatter, laughter, and the sounds of music drifting through the air. It felt like the world had transformed in a single moment, from questioning my strength to celebrating it. A new banquet was held in my honour, bustling with wolves from all packs. They celebrated the victory with an air of camaraderie that was almost palpable. I found myself at the centre, a beacon amidst the joyous throng. My heart swelled with each cheer and smile directed my way.Everywhere I turned, I caught glimpses of admiration. Wolves from neighbouring packs were eager to affirm their support. Despite lingering doubts, they were here, together, united by the thrill of change. I attempted to absorb it all, imprinting every detail into my memory for whatever challenges lay ahead.A small group surrounded me, asking questions I couldn't answer there were still so many things that I didn't understand about being the spirit wolf, and maybe I would never understand. Everyone
Olivias povMy heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't let the fear overtake me, not now, but before I could try and calm my pounding heart, a stark voice pierced through the tension, commanding attention. Elder Marcus, respected and revered, spoke above the murmurs with an authority that silenced even the most restless spirits. "Remain calm," he announced, his voice rolling like thunder amidst the crowd. "There is no cause for panic. Everyone should return to the safety of their rooms until we ascertain the meaning of this omen."The crowd exchanged uncertain glances, their hesitation hanging in the air like a static charge. My instincts screamed that this was the beginning; the dark creatures were coming.People began to rush from the room, fear clearly written all over their faces. Stepping away from Alexander's side, I pushed through the crowd, heading towards the elders. “Elder Marcus,” I called after him as he began to hurry away. He paused, turning to look at me. Fear covered eve
Olivia's POVRest was elusive that night. Each time I closed my eyes, the crimson glow of the red moon seemed to dance on my eyelids, urging them open once more. My thoughts were a furious whirlwind, every whisper of imagination pulling me down paths dark and unknown. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feelings of dread that sat like a stone in my stomach.Wrapped in blankets, I sat by the window, a silent sentinel watching as the moon painted the world in shades of blood and mystery. The beauty of it was undeniable, yet there was an undeniable weight to its presence—a sense that the very air crackled with anticipation.The twins, Sarah and Liam, slept soundly in the bed next to Alexander, unaware of the change in the air or the looming threat. Their soft, rhythmic breathing had often been my lullaby. Tonight, however, it was a stark contrast to my restless state—a reminder of what I stood to protect. The image of them at peace gave me fleeting comfort but also a renewed
Alexander's POVThe room erupted in chaos as the wooden doors slammed against the walls, echoing the inner turmoil each of us felt. Instinctively, I moved in front of Olivia, a rush of adrenaline surging through me, my senses heightened. The elders and alphas spun towards the source, eyes widening as fear and confusion crossed their features.A soldier staggered through the opening, his uniform tattered, face pale with exhaustion and panic. “The southern border,” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “The wolf packs—they were attacked. Heavy casualties.”His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating the room with the weight of their implication. The silence shattered into a cacophony of shouting and frantic whispers. Pack leaders began to argue, pointing fingers, voices rising in agitation and despair. Elder Marcus raised his arms, but his attempts at order drowned beneath the tide of voices.I glanced at Olivia, standing steadfast despite the storm brewing around us.
Olivia's POVThe room had settled into an uneasy calm, the echoes of urgency still pulsing beneath the surface. As I stood at the centre, the red moon's hue lingering in my memory, I felt the weight of their eyes on me. These werewolves—mighty alphas who had once doubted my power—now looked to me for guidance. It wasn’t just strength they sought. It was hope.I took a deep breath, feeling Alexander's warm presence at my back, supportive and unyielding. “We don't have the luxury of time,” I said, my voice steady. “We need to return to our kingdoms and prepare for what is to come. But know this—we won’t face it alone. I will go to the worst-hit area, but I can’t do this without you. Each one of you is vital.”Around me, heads nodded, understanding etched into their eyes. The alphas, including Victor, nodded in agreement, a unified front forming in response to the threat hanging over us. This was no longer just about power or politics; it was about survival.Cole stepped forward, his exp
Olivias pov I left the twins, not bothering to hide the tears that streaked my face; saying goodbye to them was much harder than any battle I would ever face. My heart ached to stay, but the knowledge of what lay ahead fueled my resolve.Lydia rushed toward us just as we reached the car, her face flushed with urgency. "Olivia! Wait!" she called, her voice piercing the early morning hush.I paused, turning to face her. Concern mixed with a fierce resolve painted her features. "Lydia, we can't wait too long. It's too dangerous," I warned."But I want to come with you!" Lydia insisted, stepping closer. Her eyes were wide, filled with a bravery that mirrored my own. "I can help, Olivia. Please, let me come."Ethan, who had been leaning casually against the car, frowned. "It's not safe, Lydia," he interjected, his tone firm yet gentle. "We don't know what we're walking into, and I can't let you risk it.""But my medical skills might be needed," she pleaded, though her voice wavered under
Olivia's povI knew Ethan was trying to muster his courage. His hands trembled slightly as he thumbed the edges of the box, cooling his earlier confidence. Finally, he opened the box, revealing a stunning ring. The large moonstone at its centre caught the light, casting an ethereal glow that seemed to shimmer with life."Olivia, this ring has been in my family for hundreds of years," Ethan said, his voice tinged with reverence and nerves. The raw honesty in his eyes touched me deeply.“It’s beautiful," I murmured, genuinely captivated by the artifact's majesty and the legacy it represented.Ethan went red-cheeked, the usual bravado he donned so effortlessly slipping away. "I was wondering if you would…" He paused, his words stumbling over one another like a landslide. I waited, offering him patience and a soft smile of reassurance.After a moment, he cleared his throat and started again. "I mean, I'm here to ask for Lidia's hand in marriage. I haven't seen Victor yet, but he'll under
alexanders povThe anticipation that pulsed through my veins was far stronger than any battle I'd waged, any beast I'd fought. Tonight was the night Olivia and I would affirm what we already knew in our hearts: that we were meant to be together. Our bond had withstood countless trials, and now it would be sealed under the moonlight with the people we loved.Despite the day’s beauty, echoes of concern lingered. Red flags flew in my mind every time I thought of Reed. His absence was like a splinter under my skin—a constant irritation that could not be ignored. But tonight was not about him. Tonight was about Olivia, about our family, and about the life we were building together.The palace was bustling with excitement. People flitted about, preparing for the evening’s festivities. I had instructed everyone to keep the atmosphere relaxed yet festive. Even though she opted for a simple ceremony, Olivia deserved a night filled with joy and laughter.Maneuvering through the busy rooms, I fi
**Olivia's POV**I took a breath, the pleasant scent of roses filling my nose. The garden was alive with nature's symphony, a perfect backdrop for what could be the most significant day of my life. Alexander had already set to arranging everything needed for our moonlit wedding. Tonight would be magic.I left the garden, excitement twirling within me as I ventured toward the dressmaker to see if she had anything that I could wear tonight with such short notice. I noticed there was no time for me to have something made, but I didn't care. The dress was not important; marrying my mate was the only thing that mattered. My footsteps echoed softly off the cobblestone path, each step a rhythmic countdown to becoming Alexander’s wife.As I approached, the gentle hum of early morning activity filled the air. People were setting up stalls for the evening's festival, laughter mingling with the scents of freshly baked goods. We hadn’t had a true celebration in so long; spirits were high, and eve
Reed’s POVThe damp air clung to my skin as I hunkered down in the grimy drain pipe, its confines offering an unwanted intimacy with persistent, rank odours. Though suffocated by shadows, this location was my asylum, for now, a perfect vantage point to observe their kingdom’s every move—without being observed myself. They should be celebrating their victories, echoing the laughter of conquerors throughout the kingdom, but instead, silence hung heavy, a ghostly whisper of unrest and anticipation.An eerie thrill coursed through me as I contemplated my slow, methodical plan for Lidia and Victor.Their names, like promises, formed stepping stones towards Olivia and Alexander, ultimately leading to the ultimate destruction of their spirit. Each one taken was a piece stripped away from their false sense of security.Lida would be first. Her face haunted my mind, but soon, it would be snuffed out by shadows she couldn’t escape. Olivia idolised her, and losing her would weaken her along with
**Olivia’s POV**Morning light peeked through the ornate curtains, wrapping softly around the room. Slowly blinking awake, I stretched, only to find Alexander’s side of the bed empty. My heart sank slightly at the absence, but it was quickly quelled by the knowledge of his duties. Besides, our life since the battle had seldom allowed us to lay in bed together.I sighed, throwing off the warm covers and swinging my feet over the edge, ready to face the day. After getting dressed, I tied my hair back into a loose ponytail, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Today felt different; in a good way, I held no worries in my heart anymore.Making my way down the elegant staircase, the sound of laughter filled the air. It was the twins, no doubt causing their usual joyful chaos. I smiled to myself, relish in the simple, beautiful moments of motherhood.Before I could reach the dining hall, Lidia appeared at the end of the corridor. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” she called out, her grin wi
Reed’s POVThe forest was quiet, the only noises the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant calls of wildlife. My leg throbbed with every stride, the pain a consistent companion during my escape, but it fueled my resolve rather than diminished it. I leaned heavily on my makeshift crutch, every step deliberate, every breath a challenge overcome.How long had I been on the run now? Time was a shapeless blur, marking moments only by the exhaustion that weighed on my bones. The elders’ guards pursued me tirelessly, and Alexander’s as well, all seeking my head. I had played my cards poorly, underestimating the strength of my enemies and overreaching my ambition—or so they thought. Maybe there was truth in it. Perhaps I needed this moment, this fall, to truly measure the darkness within me and to harness it against those who wronged me.I knew Olivia had what I needed to rise again—her power, her essence. Once she recognised that we were meant to be, she would come around. I could almost f
Alexander’s POVThe grand palace gates opened before us, the magnificent structure standing as a testament to our return and the resilience we'd found within ourselves. As the carriage came to a stop, I watched as Olivia took in the scene. Her gaze was both wistful and hopeful, a blend of emotions she wore eloquently.“Daddy, can we go play?” Liam’s eager voice brought my attention back to our lively twins, who were practically vibrating with excitement.“Yes, but be careful,” I chuckled, unable to resist the buoyant energy only children possessed. "Stay within the gardens."With a flurry of giggles, they bolted off, leaving behind an iridescent trail of joy in their wake. Olivia stood beside me, a serene presence amidst the chaos. I watched her eyes follow the twins, a softness etching across her features.The warmth of the sun bathed us, the golden glow amplifying the sense of homecoming that swelled within my chest. “It feels so good to be home,” Olivia murmured, her head finding a
Alexander’s POVThe carriage rolled over the crest of the hill, unveiling the sprawling kingdom beneath us. My heart felt a gentle release, the homecoming marking the end of turmoil. Olivia sat beside me, her presence as comforting as the view before us. The twins, Liam and Sarah, bounced in their seats, their excitement contagious. After what felt like an eternity of darkness and trials, being home seemed like a new dawn.“We're home,” Olivia said softly, her voice like a soothing melody that wrapped around the world, infusing it with warmth and love.I looked over at her, my heart swelling with a gratitude I couldn’t quite express in words. Her smile was like the sun piercing through the overcast sky of our past struggles. “Yes, we are,” I replied, feeling the tensions of the past slowly slipping away.The twins burst out of the carriage the moment it came to a halt, their laughter echoing around us as they raced toward the palace. Their footfalls were light against the ground, a st
Reeds povI didn't know how long I had been trapped in that cave with the witches' burnt and rotting bodies. Everything was a blur, and my mind struggled to piece things together, only fragments passing through every now and again like echoes of a fading nightmare. I vaguely remembered their chants, the strange words resonating in a rhythm that seemed to align with the throbbing pain in my leg. Natasha lay nearby, her eyes open but unseeing, a haunting reminder of what happened when the moon's light came through that cursed cave.As the days passed, the fog obscuring my thoughts began to lift. My survival instincts took over, pushing me toward a gruelling reality: I needed to escape, to move before they found me.With grim determination, I dragged myself from the darkness of the cave, the memory of Natasha and the others burning in my mind. I felt disconnected from the world around me, hollowed out and raw from the loss of my leg. Pain lanced through me with each movement, a constant