Chapter Twenty-Three: If It's The Last Thing We Do! Damon POV:Still standing in the midst of our pack members, now lost in a whirlpool of jubilant howls and ecstatic dancing, I felt a strange calm wash over me. As the eldest of us triplets, there's always been this unspoken expectation that I'd be the one to lead, to make the first moves. But right now, all eyes were on her—our Luna, our Phera.Adam, just a few months our junior, was also captivated. Unlike the rest of us, he had spent less time knowing Phera, but her magnetic pull was universal. I watched as he made his way through the crowd to stand beside her. He might not have been as entwined in this messy tapestry of past mistakes as Axel, Zane, and I were, but he sensed the shift in the room, a palpable alteration in the energy of our pack the moment Phera stepped in. She had that effect, a gravitas that commanded respect, even from those who didn't fully understand the weight of her return.I exchanged glances with Axel and
Chapter Twenty-Four: A Moment With DamonDamon POV:As I walk through the bustling hallways of the Red Moon packhouse, I can't shake off the residual energy of the celebration. People laughing, glasses clinking, the air rich with the scent of food and wine—it's the kind of atmosphere that should be uplifting. And yet, I find my thoughts drifting back to Phera, my Luna, the one who has managed to become my greatest strength and my most complex challenge.The decoration in the hall is still fresh, the vibrant colors echoing the festivity that just concluded. A celebration for her return. I can still picture her in the grand hall, radiant and stunning, her laughter floating through the air like a soothing melody. I catch sight of Nate, her brother, and Newmara, her sister, both appearing to have savoured the evening, but it's not them my soul reaches out to; it's her.As I pass by a mirror, I pause to look at myself. What I see is the Alpha of the Red Moon pack, a leader conditioned to m
Chapter Twenty-Five: A New Day, A New Mind Phera POV:The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of my room, gently waking me. I stretched lazily, the soft sheets sliding against my skin, feeling a strange blend of nostalgia and unfamiliarity. It was my old room in the Red Moon Packhouse, but things had changed over the years. The walls were repainted in a calming shade of lavender, and the furniture updated, but there were remnants of my childhood scattered about—old pictures, a few stuffed animals, and some cherished books.Rolling out of bed, my feet met the plush carpet. My movements were a mix of trepidation and excitement. Today, I was supposed to meet with Axel regarding my role in the pack's financial division and also discuss the female warrior training schedule.I made my way to the adjoining bathroom, glimpsing my reflection. My hair was a wild tangle, but my eyes sparkled with determination. I quickly freshened up, letting the cool water chase away the vestiges
Chapter Twenty-Six: A Moment With Axel Phera POV:The sun's last rays stretched lazily across the room, painting everything in a golden hue. Axel, having finished his stretch, ran a hand through his dark hair, his gaze lingering on me. There was a warmth in his eyes, reminiscent of the simpler times when we used to share our dreams and aspirations with one another."Phera," he started, "how about we grab dinner tonight? Just the two of us. There's this beautiful spot on the outskirts of the pack territory. Secluded, serene... perfect for a peaceful meal."I hesitated momentarily, but the idea of spending some quality time with Axel, away from the pressing matters of the pack, felt inviting."Sounds like a plan," I said, smiling.He returned the smile, one that reached his eyes, and said, "Great. Let me take care of the arrangements."The evening slowly descended, giving way to a crisp, clear night. Axel led the way, guiding us through the dense woods, the moonlight guiding our path.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Training Day One Phera POV:The quiet hum of the kitchen was pierced by the sudden jingle of my phone, a tone I had custom-set years ago. I didn't need to look; I knew it was Josh. My heart did a little flutter — a blend of nostalgia and anxiety — but I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Josh wasn't just a name from my past; he was my past. Hitting the answer button, I tried to keep my voice neutral, "Hey, Josh.""Morning, sunshine," came his voice, that old familiar flirtatious lilt to it. It had always made me giggle once, but today, it was a reminder of a chapter we had closed. Or at least, I thought we had."To what do I owe this call?" I inquired, taking a sip of my coffee."Just thinking of you, is all. Heard you're back at Red Moon. Big news, considering..."He trailed off, and the unspoken words hung heavily between us. Considering we once dreamt of ruling this pack together. Considering the heartbreak when the reality of my fated mates had shattere
Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Moment With Zane Phera POV:The world around me momentarily faded, everything reduced to the deep timber of Zane's voice, the electrifying proximity between us, and the rhythmic cadence of our breaths. As his words settled in, a playful challenge dancing in his gray eyes, I found my heartbeat drumming an erratic tempo."So, my brothers had their moments, huh?" Zane inquired, a teasing undertone evident. "Seems only right I get mine."His fingers lightly brushed the back of my hand, sending a series of delightful tingles shooting up my arm. I raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Zane, every moment you're around is... unique, to say the least." I emphasized the last words, reminding him of the whirlwind of emotions he often stirred within me. He chuckled, the deep resonant sound stirring something warm within my chest."Unique, huh? I'll take that as a compliment. But really, Luna," he leaned in, his voice dropping to a sultrier tone, "don'
Chapter Twenty-Nine: A Moment Between BrothersDamon POV:The study was an epitome of ancient elegance. Time seemed to stand still among the mahogany bookshelves and exquisite pieces of art, all testaments to the lineage of our pack. But despite the room's calm façade, the atmosphere within was thick with introspection, remorse, and above all, hope.There we sat: three brothers, distinct in our personalities yet sharing a bond that went beyond mere brotherhood. Our connection with Phera, our fated mate, added another layer of depth to our intertwined destinies. Axel, often the voice of reason, stared out the window where moonlight streamed in, dappling the floor with silver patches. "Every moment she spends with us, every shared laughter, every rekindled memory, it's a stitch in the torn fabric of our bond. But, Damon, you need to remember that mending takes time. Sometimes, more than we anticipate."I drummed my fingers against the glass of whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid refle
Chapter Thirty: The Return to Normalcy, or An Attempt ThereofDamon POV: The sun painted the room in hues of gold and amber as I awoke, its rays announcing the break of dawn. As the Alpha of the Red Moon pack and the eldest of the triplets, I've grown accustomed to waking with the sun. There was always so much to oversee, so much to protect. And now, with Phera back, there was so much more at stake.Rising from the bed, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, reflecting on our recent interactions. Phera. My strong, independent Luna, who, despite all odds, had found her way back. Yet, her return had brought along layers of complexities. The bridge between our past and present was fragile, and the path to reconciliation unclear.Downstairs in the kitchen, the aroma of brewing coffee was a welcome lure. Phera was there, standing with an elegance and quiet strength that was unmistakably hers. Her focus was entirely on her task, meticulously preparing breakfast."Morning," I greeted, my vo