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Reya’s POV"It’s spreading like wildfire," Lydia muttered, her fingers twitching at the hilt of her dagger. "Three packs have already sent envoys to confirm the rumors."Rumors. Lies wrapped in truth, bleeding into every crevice of our world. The Luna who lived. The traitor. The ghost. Me.I stood at the center of the Lycan guard’s courtyard, my chest heaving with rage and confusion as warriors dropped to their knees before me. Recognition burned in their eyes—some in awe, others in fear.Xander’s voice cut through the air like a whip. "Get them up. We bow to no myths. We fight beside legends."But even his commanding tone couldn’t stamp out what had already taken root.My name.My title.My return."They know," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. "He knows."Xander gave me a grim look. "Tristan won’t let this stand."RIVERDALE PACK – TRISTAN"It’s a damn lie!" Tristan’s voice thundered through the council chamber, making the glass chandeliers tremble. "She’s dead. I buried

Reya’s POVMy knees hit the stone floor.Hard."Reya!" Xander's voice boomed behind me, but I couldn't answer.Pain ripped through my chest like claws dragging through flesh. My wolf whimpered, recoiled, then howled in a pitch I’d never heard before. The world spun. My lungs shrank to half their size. My bones trembled as if lightning danced inside them."Get the healer! Now!"Everything blurred. My fingers clawed at the floor. Black veins crawled up my wrists.This wasn’t just sickness. This was a curse.No. Worse.This was a bond breaking—but not mine.Something was poisoning it.Tristan.“No,” I gasped. “Don’t let them see me weak.”Xander crouched beside me. “Screw your pride. You’re dying.”"Then let me die on my feet," I choked out, gripping his shirt.He lifted me, holding me like I weighed nothing. "Not a chance."My head lolled against his shoulder as he carried me past stunned guards, past wide-eyed warriors, past rumors forming behind every stare.She’s the Luna.That’s the

Reya's POV. As the sun set below the horizon, tension in air was felt, and long shadows cast across the Lycan Kingdom.... The storm cloud was like a heavy raindrop on our faces, and I could feel the weight of it against Riverdale's very being. The council of King Xander was called out, and I found myself standing beside him, my heart racing. Each of the kingdom's most influential leaders was seated in the room, shouldering the responsibility for all future decisions. Xander's voice echoed through the chamber, "Riverdale has gone beyond their limits," and his words were spoken. We need to be ready for war."The room was filled with murmurs of agreement, but I could sense the tingling emotion of fear. War was never a simple choice, and the consequences would be far-reaching. With a determined look, Xander turned to me and said, "I want you to lead our troops.". Your bravery and determination have earned you a spot on this team, as I trust you to be the right one. "His words caught

Reya’s POV"You haven't given me your answer," Xander said, voice low, the weight of the Lycan king pressing into each syllable.I didn't flinch. Not this time. Not when my blood still burned from the offer.Become his Luna.I stared past the cold windows of his war chamber. Below, the pack trained under moonlight, blades clashing like thunder. It should’ve calmed me. But every inhale felt like a war."I don’t belong to anyone," I said.He stepped closer. "It’s not about belonging. It’s about surviving. You, your twins, this pack. All of it hinges on the strength behind you.""You mean you.""Yes."I turned to him. "You want a soldier or a queen?""A weapon," he said without shame. "One that rules beside me. They fear you. I want them to kneel."My laugh was hollow. "And if I say no?"Xander smiled, slow and dangerous. "Then I keep protecting you anyway. But I won't pretend I don't want more."Before I could answer, the war doors flew open. A scent hit me like wildfire.Tristan.He st

Reya's POV. The crowd in the grand hall was filled with eagerness. With a blank stare, I watched as Xander approached the dais. His presence was imposing, every move imperceptible, each action commanding. All eyes were on him as the crowd ceased to move. Xander began, "I am not your monarch, but a guardian of righteousness and truth."Murmurs rippled through the assembly. Holding my fists, I sensed the storm was approaching. "Rules and whispers have been circulating that are intended to diminish Luna Reya's honor," Xander stated....". Any criticism of her character is a challenge to the crown's legitimacy."Gasps echoed. My heart pounded. The argument was not solely defensive, but also a declaration of loyalty. My gaze remained fixed on the ground as I advanced. We shook off each other before reaching Xander's eyes. We were a strong community, one formed through fire and hardship.' As Tristan rose from the darkness, his voice whispered: "What do all of you know?". People who exhi

Tristan’s POVThe moment her scent hit me, it was like fire in my lungs—wild jasmine and smoke. Reya.She stood on the training grounds like she owned the earth beneath her. Drenched in sweat, her blade slick with crimson, eyes hard and unyielding. Not the girl I left. Not the Luna who wept for me. This was a weapon.Mine.The word thundered through my chest before I could stop it.She hadn't even looked at me yet, but my wolf Liam clawed to the surface, restless. Furious. Desperate."Control it," I muttered, my voice gravelled with restraint as my claws began to lengthen.Beside me, Isaac, the Riverdale Beta, gave me a wary glance. "You sure coming here was a good idea?"I didn’t answer. Because it wasn't about good ideas. It was about survival. Mine. Hers. Ours.Reya turned.Her eyes locked with mine across the bloodied arena.Time shattered.All the years. All the pain. All the guilt. Gone.For one breathless moment, the mate bond surged alive. Like it had never died.And then—She