LOGINLisa's pov
“Mate!!” My wolf repeated before she could blurt out anymore disastrous words, I took over glaring hard at Bryan who seemed visibly shaken by the revelation. “The moon goddess better be playing cruel jokes on me because she needs to rule with her senses before pairing me with this uncultured bastard.” I blabber out without giving it much thought. Alpha Baron turned to look at me, maybe surprised as to how a lowlife omega like me would still be choosing who she wanted to be paired with. “Did I just hear you complain?” Bryan's supposed fiancée, Irene, asked, stepping forward but Bryan held her back. I rolled my eyes inwardly helping her thank her stars her doll held her back. If not I would have channeled my anger and frustration to her. “Do you think yourself worthy enough to be the future Luna and mate with my son?” Alpha Baron asked angrily while I shot him a glare but quickly diverted my gaze somewhere else. I have had enough slaps tonight so I just want to rest at the cell since that's where I will be taken to eventually. “I can see you have gotten very bold.” Alpha Baron commented, nodding his head as he signaled the guards to drag me away and whip me. I raised my middle finger to Bryan and then muttered “fuck you” before I got dragged out of the pack house and was thrown into the smelly cell. “You people should do better and at least wipe down these cells. You keep people here and not animals!” I snapped angrily at the guards that threw me inside and they could only turn back and growled at me. “She still thinks herself to be human,” one of the guards said mockingly, spitting directly into my face. I wiped my face in disgust as I cursed at them inwardly. It was kind of useless arguing or wasting my strength on them because I have more torture to deal with for the rest of the week. I moved to a corner, curled myself up in a ball as I sat my ass down waiting for whosoever was to whip me. I know my punishment can't possibly be more than whipping, unlike some omegas that were stripped naked in front of the pack. Alpha Baron made it clear that Omegas have no place in his pack and we all are treated as nothing but an entertaining tool to keep them busy but I won't go down without some stunts. “Are you okay?” I heard my wolf asking at the back of my head while I smiled lightly nodding my head even when I knew she couldn't see me. “What's your name?” I found myself asking. I know it's my right to be curious about my wolf but I feel like I'm getting way ahead of myself. “Alivia” she muttered while I wore a triumphant smile on my face. One might have thought I won a trophy or an award with the way I wore a big smile on my face. “I'm sorry I shut you out earlier.” I apologized wanting to set things straight with her and possibly start afresh when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. “Ouch!” I yelled, wincing as I struggled to get on my feet and call for some help. My eyes stung so bad that it started to tear up while my body got tense. I tried screaming for help but it felt like the pain already took my ability to speak. I let the tears flow freely thinking I had come to the end of my chapter. I tried connecting with my wolf but I guess the pain was too much for her to bear so she curled up in my subconscious trying to fight my pain. My body went numb and gradually, I felt my soul slip out of my body to the dark clouds as the last tears slipped out of my eyes. — I woke up to the piercing gaze of Alpha Baron and that of Bryan with some guards on standby whispering something like she's dead. “Am I alive?” I found myself asking the moment I pried my eyes open. “I told you this omega is crazy and can't simply lose her life so easily like that.” I heard the dwarf looking guard say to the giant looking one. I shook my head at how bizarre their thoughts were, trying to stand on my feet but fell back to the ground weakly. Whatever phase I went through was really killing and I prayed never to experience that again. My gaze fell on Alpha Baron's stone face. I shook away any crazy thoughts that might implicate me and simply bowed my head to pay respect to him. “Have you finally come to your senses?” He asked while I nodded my head. I was still weak from whatever had happened to my body because it felt as if I was beaten but there wasn't any mark or scratch. I haven't felt Alivia since then and it felt disturbing. “Get me the whip” he ordered. I raised my gaze instantly, opening my mouth to protest but Alivia's voice cut through my thoughts and me before I blurted out nonsense. “Lisa, don't. I'm too weak to heal you at the moment” she said before she went off again. I was held by three guards as my hands were whipped. I didn't shed a single tear because they had run out. All these while, my gaze was fixed on Bryan and I swear with every fiber in my blood to make his entire generation and the ones coming to pay for how I was treated. ‘I will make you crawl for forgiveness’ I thought inwardly. After I was done getting whipped, I was expecting the guards to drag me back to the cell but Alpha Baron waved me off that I can go. ‘Maybe he had a change of heart’ I thought inwardly, dragging my weak body out.Third person POV The night had settled softly over the pack, a gentle blanket of silver light spilling from the full moon. The coronation celebrations had ended, but joy still lingered in the air. The wolves were at peace, their hearts content, their loyalty to the new Luna and her mates unshakable. Yet, while the pack slept in quiet harmony, Lisa found herself restless.She sat by the open window of her chamber, the cool night air brushing against her skin, carrying with it the sweet perfume of the forest. Her children had long since fallen asleep, their small chests rising and falling steadily. The brothers too had retired, leaving her alone with the thoughts that stirred deep in her soul.Something had been weighing on her for days. A pull, an unseen force calling her beyond the realm of flesh and bone. She knew what it was, though she had not spoken it aloud. The moonlight tonight was different—heavier, brighter, almost sentient. And when her eyes met
Third person POV The coronation day had finally arrived. The sun stretched lazily across the horizon, spilling streaks of gold and crimson over the clearing that had been transformed into the heart of the celebration. A vast gathering of wolves and allies filled the sacred grounds of the pack, all eyes shimmering with anticipation, awe, and pride. Banners dyed with deep silver and midnight hues fluttered gently in the crisp breeze, bearing the crest of the pack. The air was heavy with both ceremony and the undeniable sense that history was about to be written.Lisa stood quietly behind the brothers, her heart pounding with a force that rattled her chest. It wasn’t nerves in the ordinary sense; it was something greater, heavier, the recognition that what was unfolding today would change not just her life, but the life of every wolf gathered here, and those yet to come. Her children stood beside her, their young faces glowing with excitement and curiosity, unaware o
Lisa's POVTwo weeks laterTwo weeks had passed since the day the world was pulled back from the edge of ruin, and still I could feel the remnants of Malrik’s curse lingering like shadows across my skin. Yet my body had healed, the torn muscles mended, the bones realigned, the exhaustion slowly replaced by something sturdier—resilience. My children had also recovered, their once-fading auras now glowing brighter with every sunrise. And the brothers—Enzo, Ash, Kael, and Atlas—though still carrying the scars of battle, stood taller than ever, their bond as unbreakable as iron.I sat by the window of my chamber, the curtains drawn open so the silver light of the moon could bathe me. It was the same moon that had witnessed my pain, my fall, my fight, and my survival. I breathed it in deeply, my chest rising and falling with the cool night air. The room smelled faintly of healing herbs that Calla and Mira had insisted I keep near my bed, though I no longer need
Third person POV The cavern reeked of smoke and ash, the remnants of Malrik’s dark magic fading slowly into the damp air. The heavy silence after his death felt almost unbearable, as though the earth itself was holding its breath. Lisa lay in Enzo’s arms, weakened but alive, her children clinging to her hands while the brothers formed a protective circle around them. The battle was over.When at last they emerged from the hideout, the light of day struck them with blinding brilliance. Outside, scores of shoulders—warriors from allied packs who had been waiting on the periphery—fell instantly to their knees. A wave of voices rose together, raw and reverent.“Hail the protectors!” one called.“Glory to the Alpha blood!” another shouted.The air vibrated with chants and bows as every warrior pressed their heads low to the ground. They hailed Lisa, the children, and the brothers—Enzo, Ash, Atlas, and Kael—as saviors who had delivered them fr
Third person POV The chamber thundered with the clash of two forces that were never meant to exist together. Shadows and storms, darkness and light, collided until the very foundations of the cavern cracked beneath the pressure.Lisa stood at the heart of it all, her body trembling yet unyielding, every inch of her glowing with the power coursing through her veins. Her children’s essence still clung to her, woven into the armor of her aura, giving her strength she did not even know she had. Her breath came in ragged gasps, but her eyes—those blazing storms—never left Malrik.The ancient wolf sneered, his skin stretched thin with the grotesque power that consumed him. His form flickered between flesh and shadow, his hands claws of condensed darkness, his teeth bared in a grin that promised carnage.“You’re a fool,” he hissed, his voice reverberating with otherworldly echoes. “Your parents begged for mercy as I took their power, and now you—child o
Third person POV The chamber stank of blood and burned magic, the air so thick with energy it trembled in every breath. Shadows slithered along the cracked walls, licking at the edges of the ritual circle where Lisa lay bound and broken. Her chest rose and fell faintly, her skin pale, every vein glowing faintly with the residue of Malrik’s corruption.But the children stood around her, small bodies trembling, eyes bright with determination far beyond their years. Elias was in front, his palms pressed to the ground as golden light bled from him, forming the first strands of the barrier. Aria lifted her arms, her lips moving in soundless whispers as the very air shifted, answering her call, weaving into the barrier as shimmering wind. Lyra’s tiny fingers danced over Lisa’s body, tracing protective symbols of power, strands of healing energy glowing like threads of silver around her mother.They were five years old, fragile in size but colossal in spirit.







