Masuk~Elara~
~Elara~
Pain greeted me first as soon as my eyes opened. I stirred, still feeling very disoriented. The thoughts of what happened came to mind, but I wasn’t sure if what had happened was real, or just a dream. But then, I heard the whispers flow in. ‘Did you hear? The Alpha now has an heir,’ ‘It is with the woman he returned with.’ ‘The Luna heard it and almost lost her mind. 'She fainted.’ Yet another said. ‘Poor thing…. She couldn’t even give the Alpha an heir.’ ‘She has locked herself in for days now, I feel sorry for her.’ The words felt like daggers, piercing through my chest. I hate my ability to hear further away than normal werewolves, especially on days like this. I blinked twice, trying to adjust to the lightening. I don’t know how long I slept, but my head was throbbing with a headache. The ache in my heart made me even more aware of everything that had happened. The door opened after that, and Mia, my assistant, stepped in. Her eyes brightened as soon as she saw me. “Luna, you are awake. Thank goodness.” “Mia, where is Lucien, how are things going out there?” My voice was hoarse and tired. She sighed. “Luna, things are not looking good. After Alpha announced the pregnancy, horrible rumors began to spread.” My heart slammed into my chest. So, he had made the announcement already. I clenched my fists, biting down on my lower lip to keep my sanity. “Where is he now?” My voice trembled a little. Mia bowed slightly; her voice gentle. “He is presently in a meeting with the elders.” My throat tightened. Probably planning my replacement. My fists tightened. “Who carried me back yesterday?” “Beta Kyle.” So, it wasn’t even Lucien. My body shivered slightly. The ache flared into a rage. “I need to see him now.” Mia’s eyes widened slightly. “Luna, I don’t think that’s a good idea—” I ignored her and got straight into the bathroom to get ready. I needed to know what he was trying to do, why he was doing this. As we got outside, the pack members greeted me, but it was not the same. I could feel the detachment in their voices; I could still hear their whispers in my head. Just as we approached his office, someone opened his door and stepped out. Calistra. Her eyes widened, and then a smirk appeared on her face. “Luna Elara. Thanks to the Goddess you are okay.” She sounded too sweet, too perfect. I tried to ignore her and headed towards his office, but she caught my hand. “Please let me apologize. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” Her nails dug into my skin. Her gaze was steely, not sorry in any way. I yanked my hand free from her hold. She stepped back, and then whispered with a sweet smile: “Luna, you should rest. This situation could really get worse. I’d hate to see you lose everything.” My heart skipped a bit and I blinked. Did she just threaten me? I wasn’t sure. Before I could say anything else, she leaned closer, her lips barely moving. “Word of advice: reject and leave. Or I’ll make your life miserable.” My wolf snapped at that. Ney surged forward instantly. In a blink, I shoved Calistra back against the wall. It wasn’t too hard, but it was enough. Everyone gasped. The sound echoed through the hallway. I froze. I saw the shocked expressions on their faces. Which turned judgmental. Calistra fell on her knees, cradling her belly, as she let out a pain-filled growl. A panicked voice came from behind me. “The Luna attacked her!” My heart tightened. “What—? Calistra’s face was pain-stricken. I didn’t push her that hard. "What the hell is going on here?" It was Lucien. He brushed past me like I was invisible, and rushed to Calistra’s side. “She… she tried to hurt the baby.” Calistra whimpered instantly. “I— I just wanted to apologize.” She was lying, that’s not what happened. I stepped forward. “That’s not true. She threatened me—” For the first time, Lucien's eyes snapped to mine. They were dark and hard. “Don’t you dare lie to me Elara, everyone saw it.” My chest caved inward at his words. “You believe her over me?” My voice was barely a whisper. I still can’t believe it. He didn’t answer, instead he threatened. “If anything happens to my son—” his voice was tight with pain and rage, but his gaze flicked to me, his jaw tightening. “Don’t make me choose.” My mouth went dry. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t bring myself to say anything else. He turned, scooped her into his arms and carried her away. I didn’t miss the smirk on her face. Ney whimpered.Do you think Elara should fight back or walk away? Lucien’s words cut deep—was he too harsh? Drop a comment, like if your heart broke a little too… And if you felt this chapter, send a gift 💎—it means the world! — Elca✨
~ELARA~“Where?” I ask, though my voice is barely more than a whisper.“Somewhere that still remembers peace.”He doesn’t wait for my answer. When he ensures that I've been properly treated, he simply leads me away from the healers camp. He leads me away from the battlefield on his horse, from the screams, the smoke, the ghosts. Soldiers that still lingers around part to let us through, bowing their heads.We ride in silence. Past the campfires. Past the wounded. Past the broken banners of a kingdom, Frostfire, that no longer exist from today.It takes time, but eventually, the stench of death fades into the clean scent of rain and pine. The path winds upward, toward a cliff I know too well. It's been a long time since I came here, but I remember each corner like I was here yesterday.The cliff where Dravon and I first met.Where everything began.The wind here is sharp, almost playful, tugging at my hair. The sky stretches open, streaked with gold and violet as
ELARA'S POVThe battlefield is quiet now. Too quiet.Smoke drifts over the land like ghosts who haven’t realized they’re dead yet. The fires still burn in patches, low and tired, like they, too, have had enough of war. The stench of blood lingers in the air, a bitter reminder that victory always tastes like loss.Bodies lie scattered across the bloodied earth. Both our soldiers and the rogues. No sides anymore. Just the dead.I stand in the middle of it all, my sword buried point-first in the ground. My cloak flutters weakly in the wind, and my hands… they’re trembling. I can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or something deeper.Around me, soldiers move in silence. No cheers. No songs. Just the slow, heavy shuffle of survivors tending to the wounded, whispering prayers for the fallen. They've lost their fellow soldiers in this gruesome war.The healers move around, trying to see if any of our soldiers are still alive amongst the bodies scattered on the floor.The war is o
~MIA~I shift my stance, feet firm on the blood-soaked earth. “You talk too much.”Her eyes narrow. “I’m the Queen of Frostfire. No one dares insult me, nevertheless a sheep masquerading as a wolf. You’ll regret that.”Then she’s moving fast, faster than a wolf should be.She's not lying when she said she's practically a trained assassin. She's good, but I was trained to be smarter.Her blade flashes toward my throat. I duck, the edge slicing a strand of my hair. The air cracks with the force of her swing.I roll aside, come up behind her, slash at her shoulder. She parries easily, the impact ringing through my arms. Sparks fly.“You’re not what I expected,” she admits, twisting her sword in a deadly arc. “But skill isn’t enough. You need the will to kill.”“I have that,” I hiss, blocking her next blow.Our blades lock, faces inches apart. Her eyes gleam with cold amusement. “Prove it.”I shove her back and strike again, a blur of movement and instinct. Every l
MIA'S POVI leave Thorne in the healers camp, rushing down to the battlefield. The healers has assured me that he'll be fine.The air tastes of blood and lightning.Bodies litter the battlefield, steel and claws and ash blending into a single blur of chaos. Wolves snarl, swords clash, and the sky itself seems to bleed with the color of war.As I clutch my sword, ready to fight but then I halt on spotting the King. Anita's rogue are causing havoc as usual, but the King is taking them out without even breaking a sweat. As he moves, rogues who lunges towards him are sent spiralling and eventually dropping dead. He's like a death flame, come close and you'll immediately meet your end.Our soldiers flee away from his path, afraid to get caught up in his wrath.Most of the rogues realizing the King's merciless power, try to run but Micheal and our soldiers chase them down, slaughtering every one of them.The King moves towards Anita and for the first time, her face pales. Her confidence
~DRAVON~Anita coughs, blood spilling from her lips. “No- it's Calistra- Calistra.”Her words barely make it through the fog of rage. I raise my clawed hand, ready to end it, to crush her throat and burn her army to ashes. But then-“Dravon…”The sound of her voice stops me cold.Weak. Shaking. Barely there.But hers.I turn. She’s on her knees, blood staining her side, her sword half-buried in the ground. Calistra stands behind her, dagger still slick with Elara’s blood.I launch forward, rage already blindfolding me. Calistra barely has time to turn before I’m on her. My claws slam her down, pinning her against the ground. She screams, thrashing under my hold, but it's all useless.“You shouldn’t have touched her,” I snarl, voice a growl layered with the beast’s echo.Her eyes meet mine. It's cold, defiant and unrepentant. “And yet I did.”She spits blood in my face.That’s enough.I wrap my hands on her neck, my grip tightening as I lift her up the
DRAVON'S POVA cruel smile settled on my face as Elder Huncho tried to wriggle himself out of my soldier's hold, as though being free will save him from my impending wrath.“Release me at once! Release me!” He shrieks, still trying to be free from their hold. “I'm an Elder! The council will hear of this. The King will punish you all.”I move closer with my horse, jumping down when I'm near the kingdom's traitor.The soldiers immediately bring him to my feet, releasing their hold on him. He sighs in relief, slowly lifting his head to meet my eyes. His eyes go wide and he starts stuttering. “M- my King. You- you're here.”He abruptly stands up, his shoulder broadening with confidence. “My King, bless the Goddess you're here. These soldiers suddenly came attacking me.” His voice suddenly switches to a pitiful tone. “I can't believe I'll be ever treated this way. They even attacked my guards.” He motions to the rogues lying dead on the floor.I didn't know how I spent years believing ever







