Dominic’s POV For some reason, Mila and I had been wandering around the palace like two restless spirits, poking our noses into places we had no business being. The war was over, the palace was quieter now, but something about the stillness felt wrong, too quiet, too perfect. The rulers of the palace are no more, and the maids and guards, most have returned to their different places, out of fear of not surviving and engaging in a war not theirs. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that perfection is always a lie. Why do I feel like we’re doing something we’ll regret later? I muttered under my breath, trailing behind Mila as she led the way down a narrow hallway that smelled of dust and secrets. She threw me a mischievous smile over her shoulder, her brown eyes glinting in the dim light. Because you’re too scared to live a little. Scared???? Hell no, I scoffed, though the truth was, my gut told me this wasn’t a good idea. Cautious???? I guess is a yes and
Elena POV War isn’t supposed to make me happy, it’s meant to leave you empty, torn, and drenched in grief. But as I stood among the ruins of what used to be a kingdom of betrayal, staring at the blood-streaked stones and the silenced screams of those who had once dared to break us, I felt something entirely different. Fulfillment. A strange sense of relief coursed through me like a gentle wind cutting through the smoke that lingered in the air. For the first time in what felt like centuries, I could finally breathe. The chains of fear, the constant whispers of betrayal, the dread that had shadowed my every step, they were gone. We had survived, we had won. I closed my eyes briefly, inhaling deeply as the breeze brushed my face, carrying the bitter scent of ash and iron. My wolf stirred within me, a low hum of satisfaction vibrating through my veins. We did this, together, for our pack, for our future. We can now live happily without fear for anyone, I thought, a soft, weary smil
Evelyn’s POV The air was thick with tension, the metallic scent of blood lingering as the guards carried Sophia away. Her cries echoed through the palace walls like a ghostly reminder of everything that had happened tonight, everything I had caused. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, the weight of my sins pressing against my lungs until breathing felt like a punishment I didn’t deserve to escape. I stood frozen, watching her fragile body being dragged across the marble floor, her hair matted with sweat and tears. She was broken, but in that moment, I realized I was worse. At least Sophia had been a victim, I was the architect, the main engineer of this chaos. The one who championed evil, nurtured it, and let it flourish under my command. A sharp sting tore through my throat as guilt consumed me whole. James, my beloved son, my pride, my reason for living, is gone. Buried under the very weight of my greed and ambition. I thought I was paving a golden path for him, but instead, I
Sophia POV When we thought everything was over when the dust had finally begun to settle and silence loomed over the broken palace, then a sudden whistle pierced the air. My eyes darted up, catching a glint of silver slicing through the wind. A flying arrow. It aimed straight for Evelyn. No!!! Lykan's voice roared like thunder as he lunged forward, grabbing Evelyn just in time and rolling them both away. The arrow struck the marble floor with a loud crack, embedding itself where her heart would have been. Gasps echoed across the courtyard. I blinked. My heart thundered against my ribs. Then… slow, mocking applause. Clap. Clap. Clap... Happy revealing of the truth, I said, stepping into the open, letting my boots echo against the stone floor with each bold stride. My palms stung from the force of my claps, but I relished the weight of every gaze now locked on me. What a performance. Bravo, truly... Mila flinched. Tell me more, little Mila, I hissed, voice like venom. What do
Elena POV I knew he would come for me. The moment I saw Lykan standing tall amidst the smoke and broken walls, blood on his armor and fire in his eyes, I smiled. It wasn’t just love; it was something deeper, his presence alone awakened the dormant beast inside me. My wolf stirred for the first time in days, responding to the magnetic pull of our bond. Maybe it was the bond, maybe it was fate, or maybe both. The battle had ended or so it seemed. The palace courtyard that once shimmered with opulence was now a ruin of broken pillars, fallen warriors, and blood-soaked flags. Some guards lay dead, some surrendered, and others had run away like frightened rats abandoning a sinking ship. And at the center of it all, kneeling in the rubble like a dethroned empress, was Evelyn. Queen Mother. Once she stood tall, commanding fear and obedience. Now, her crown lay shattered somewhere in the dirt, and the only thing she had left was her pride and even that was cracked. I stepped forward s
EVELYN POV Bravo... The word slipped from my lips, soft but sharp, laced with a strange cocktail of mockery and admiration. Blood stained the palace floors, bodies of the fallen littered across the courtyard like wilted petals after a storm. Bravo, warriors... You fought well. But you’ve only awakened a darker wrath. I took a step forward, my heels crunching against broken tiles soaked in the blood of guards and traitors alike. My eyes burned, not with tears, but with fire, the fire of vengeance. Did you hear that voice, Mila whispered beside Elena, her voice trembling with fear. Then I spoke loud, fierce, and sharp enough to silence the night. You both killed my son and you still have the guts to remain in this palace? They turned, Mila's eyes dark like an alleyway holding secrets. Elena, head raised high, yet I saw the twitch in her lips, the shake in her fingers. You don’t fear anymore, do you? I said, taking measured steps down the staircase of the royal balcony. You t