To all my readers, you may be wondering why I am using the third POV in this chapter and beyond. It's not to confuse your mind; rather, it's my way of giving you all the opportunities to see my story from multiple perspectives. I hope it's okay with you. Enjoy reading, and thank you so much for all your support.
Days passed, and the entire Tribiano remained under the dark power. Unbeknownst to all, they were unaware of their true selves. Simply inhaling the air tainted by Lord Draven's magic, they obeyed his orders without question. Lara went back to being the playgirl she once was, as the vampire lord declared.One evening, she felt bored at the villa, so she decided to go out. The influence of the vampire guided her instincts, compelling her to dress provocatively, flaunting much of her cleavage. She remembered that she was not used to wearing this kind of dress, even though she was a playgirl. But the great force overpowering within her now, was making her somewhat slut.After fixing herself in the mirror, she then went out and drove her car, heading to a famous bar in Tribiano, a familiar spot where she used to hang out with her friends. Her old ways were the only things she remembered, as orchestrated by Lord Draven.As soon as Lara arrived at the place, she immediately looked for a tabl
When Magnus saw Lara standing in the corner, a strange sensation swept over him. It was like an invisible force pulling him toward her. Her fragrance filled the air, a scent so familiar that it stirred something deep inside him. His wolf side, the part of him that was connected to his instincts, recognized it immediately. It was as if every fiber of his being was telling him to go to her, to be close to her. His soul longed to reach out, but something held him back. His mind was clouded, and his body felt like it was frozen in place, refusing to move.As Magnus stood there, struggling with these confusing feelings, Danny and Jeorge, the two men who had been challenging him, prepared to attack him again. They thought they had him cornered, but before they could strike, Lara suddenly spoke up."Stop!" she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. It was the only word she needed to say. Her tone was sharp and confident. She looked at the two men, her eyes fierce. "Do
The deadly competition that Magnus raised during the council meeting had spread all over the town of Tribiano. Under Lord Draven's dark power, the Alphas, the high-ranking wolves from the three packs, wanted to engage in a fight. The betas and the gammas, as well, became hungry for pride and power. Everyone's minds were corrupted, and their once-loyalty was replaced with violent rage. Even Alex, who was known for his calm demeanor, was also aiming to become a leader. He did not recognize his best friend Magnus, and he forgot the bond of brotherhood they once shared.Alpha Callum, once known for his calm demeanor and sense of justice, stood on the battlefield, with his eyes burning in determination to take the leadership.As soon as all the pack members gathered around, and the moment the moon reached its peak, the elder wolves howled, signaling the start of the competition.Meanwhile, Lara, who was closely watching at the corner, suddenly felt uneasy. A sense of worry washed over her
The fight continued. Alpha clashed with Alpha, Beta battled Beta, and Gamma confronted Gamma, until three remained standing: Alpha Magnus, Alpha Callum, and Alex. Lara, observing the battle, experienced a deep sorrow in her heart. She couldn't understand the reason behind her emotions. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she witnessed the three warriors left and others who lay lifeless on the battleground. She sensed a connection to them, yet she couldn't explain it logically.Silence filled the air as everyone awaited the ultimate victor—the mightiest wolf in the entire Tribiano. As they were also under Lord Draven's power, no one recalled who their real leader was, and all they focused on was the hope that the strongest warrior would win in the fight."We're the last three standing, but only one will lead the werewolf clan. I'll make sure that it's me, and both of you will die!" Magnus declared loudly."No one is more deserving than me, Alpha Magnus! I'm dedicated to fulfilling the rol
When Lord Draven took control of the entire Tribiano, Selene, Magnus' mother, had already left town to retrieve the talisman stored at the foot of the mountain. The talisman, an engraved ring passed down through generations, was believed to bring luck to Magnus in his role as a leader. The ring was carved with ancient markings and a crescent moon symbol, giving the wearer protection from dark forces and increasing his own strength and wisdom.Selene faced difficulties on her journey to the mountain. The path was dangerous, with steep cliffs and thick forests filled with wild animals. She had to trust her instincts and the knowledge of her vampire ancestors to find her way through the risky terrain. It took her almost two days to reach the talisman, which was concealed in a hidden chamber deep within a cave that was guarded by magical barriers. Fortunately, she successfully took it and put it on her finger.When Selene came back to Tribiano, she felt her heart race as she sensed the da
The medical team arrived to aid the injured, but Magnus stood still, overwhelmed by the tragic sights before him. As memories flooded back, tears welled up in his eyes at the sight of his weapon stained with the blood of those he held dear."Magnus!"Someone was calling out his name. He turned around and saw Lara running towards him. She displayed a mix of sorrow and happiness on her face. Saddened by recent events, yet joyful for their newfound freedom from Lord Draven's control. "Magnus!" Lara cried out emotionally, hugging him tightly."Lara, I never wanted this to happen," he whispered softly. He could not even look into Lara's eyes because his guilt was haunting him. He squeezed his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms, attempting to focus on the moment. However, the memories of the past were too vivid and painful. Magnus had always valued his strength and his capability to safeguard his loved ones. But on that day, he had faltered. His dearest friend, Alex, was n
Magnus stood outside the hospital room, hoping for positive updates. He silently prayed for the recovery of his friends Alex and Alpha Callum. With him, was Lara, who never left his side, even for a little while. Callum's parents and his wife were also around, waiting patiently for good news. However, Magnus couldn't meet their gaze due to his feelings of guilt. His conscience continued to haunt him, despite his attempts to convince himself that he wasn't to blame.After a while, the door opened, and the doctor went out of the room with a solemn expression. Lara stood up and approached him, while her parents were following behind."Doctor, how is my brother?" Lara inquired anxiously.The doctor met her gaze before shaking his head sadly. "Alpha Callum..." He paused, exhaling deeply. "He didn't make it. I'm sorry. We did everything we could, but his injuries had severe internal complications.""No! My brother!" Lara cried, sinking to the chilly floor tiles. Minerva also wept, offering
In the cold embrace of night, a sinister presence lingered in the shadows, watching the lone figure of Magnus as he paced through the dark forest. Magnus’s steps were heavy with guilt, shame, and despair. His heart was burdened with the weight of the lives lost under his leadership—the warriors, Alpha Callum, his best friend Alex, who lay in a coma, and even the bond he shared with Lara. All of it was slipping away, torn apart by the darkness that had consumed him.Lord Draven, who was watching him in darkness, let out a sinister laugh. His red eyes sparkled with evil joy as he watched the defeated Alpha. This was not just a win for him; rather, it was the completion of a long-standing grudge. Magnus, previously a strong leader, was now a mere shell of himself, stripped of his identity. He was overwhelmed by sorrow, all due to Draven's calculated scheme.A low, mocking chuckle escaped Draven’s lips, resonating through the night like a sinister melody. His laughter was cold, devoid of