King Alonso's POVI am supposed to be reviewing reports from the outer territories affiliated to my kingdom, but Alpha Harry's letter keeps drawing my attention back- it is sitting on my table, calling my name again and again. Ever since I got the letter yesterday, I have been disturbed. I have read the letters countless times just this morning. It is like I am addicted to reading it. Whenever I read it, I feel a fresh anger"Looking for my daughter is becoming tiresome," he wrote amidst other topics. "Perhaps you can turn her into your slave since you are with her,” he talks about her like she is nothing. I hate the way omega are treated. If I find the white wolf, I would do a total reform concerning that matterThe casual dismissal in his words makes my beast stir restlessly. How dare he speak of her that way? His daughter ? It is true what the rumour says- that Alora is in constant peril in that household ."She deserves better than this rubbish," my beast growls, and I agree compl
Leo and I exchange alarmed looks before turning back to the servant. "Speak clearly, would you!?" I command and I see him shake under the boom of my voice. "What is happening?"The servant is still shaky but he tries to study himself. "Reports are coming in from all the provinces, Your Majesty. Attacks on the borders, fires in the villages. People are dying. And the people..." He swallows hard, pauses briefly like a storyteller who wants to build tension.“What is wrong with the people!?”I ask impatiently"They're gathering in the streets. They are scared. They are demanding to see the white wolf. This is the prophecy of the curse, Your Majesty. The children are showing signs of the curse already. They say... they say we're running out of time and you need to show them the white wolf."I move to my window, Leo following silently behind me. From here, I realise for the first time in that morning that the whole Kingdom is covered in smoke."Your orders, My King?" Leo asks quietly.I star
Alora's POV…Then grabbing my hand - this time without asking me, he pushes me towards a corner in the room- I guess that is where the hidden tunnel is. “We need to start moving…” but he stops when we hear pounding on the door. My heart stops and my body threatens to shut down. “ have finally been found…” I shake in fear. “Lucas, you don't need to get involved just turn me in… tell them you found me…” I look at him with watery eyes…The pounding keeps coming heavier. The person knocking is so insistent. We have tried to ignore the person but they keep knocking. I am so afraid and frozen to a spot, but Lucas grabs my shoulders, trying to push me toward the tunnel entrance."Go, Alora! Run as fast as you can and don't look back!" he urges. I can see that he is scared tooBut I stand firmly on the ground, shaking my head- I cannot betray him like this. The guards know that he is on here with somebody, if I leave, he would be queried. I shake my head again. "No, I can't! They'll know yo
Lucas's POVOfficer Frendricks closes the tunnel door behind him and he lets out a sigh of relief- thankfully, it is only the both of us that know about the tunnel. “I pray she gets there safely,” he clasps his hands together in a prayer form“Me too,” I reply, my heart still racing from helping Alora escape. I don't like seeing her tear-stained face because it haunts me. It has been such a long time since I last saw her cry. After I broke our bond and broke her heart, she cried so much and begged me for days. That time, I had bled in my heart, cursed myself for not being man enough and screamed at the moon goddess for putting me in that kind of situation. When I continued walking out on her, she toughened up around me and avoided me like a plaqueNow I have seen her cry, my heart bleeds again. Life is so … cruel and unfair towards her. Sometimes I think to myself if she had committed a crime in her past life that she is suffering for now. I silently pray to the Moon Goddess to ke
As they split up, I catch Frendricks's eye. The slight nod we exchange shows that we both know what we are doing.The commander pulls out the cloth- a small white shirt that is definitely for Alora and he takes in a long hard sniff. My heart nearly stops working at the sight of it, but I force my face to remain with a confused look. The shirt looks worn and familiar- I recognise it as one she often wore while working in the garden at night. It is a long sleeved shirt. Since Alora doesn't have any sweaters to protect her body at night from insects, she always wears the shirt whenever she is working late at night. The shirt is not even originally Alora’s, it is Leah's old, worn out shirt. To make the shirt authentically hers, Alora had put a floral embroidery by the collar- I was there the day she did it“What the hell?” I mutter to myself. They came prepared. Now I have to pray that they don't smell Alora’s scentAfter sniffing the shirt, he passes it round to his troop- I guess this i
My heart nearly stops when I hear Commander Darren bark orders to head towards the Cha-Cha grasslands. Frendricks is anxious, so am I. He looks at me, “What are we going to do now?” he asks in uncertainty. We both know what this means - they're heading straight for Alora. I start to think of all the things you can do to her. Commander Darren is not exactly nice. In fact, I think he hates her. He might probably even start torturing her before he even takes her to her father- he is wicked like that"Stay here," I tell Frendricks in a low voice. "Keep up appearances. If anyone asks, I'm reviewing security protocols in another sector. Tell them I asked you to stand for me. Tell them what I want to do is urgent"“So what are you going to do now?” he asks“I don't know… I just know that I would do something…” I let my voice fade in uncertainty. What am I going to do?He nods in understanding. I can see that he is sad about the situation of things. If Alora is later found, our effort will g
Alora’s POVThen I see itIn front of me is…In front of me is…In front of me is… a cupboard full of…Full of food!!!In front of me is a cupboard full of food! FOOD! REAL FOOD!I run to it so fast that I almost trip. I get to it and my hands shake violently as I yank the cupboard doors open so hard they bang against the walls loudly. But I don't care. I don't care about anything except the food in front of me - stacks and stacks of food for my hungry stomach and tired self. I get more and more desperate as I approachI grab the first thing I see - a sweet, soft looking loaf of pure white cheese rubber bread- a rare type of bread to find in werewolf territories. We always have it in our pack house, but I have only eaten it once and that is because I stole it from the kitchen when I saw the opportunity. After stealing and eating it I felt bad for days. So bad that I had to go tell mother that I stole bread and she will punished me- I cannot forget that day in a hurryI grab the pure
Alora’s POVMy hands are still sticky as I rush to check the locks, leaving honeyed fingerprints on everything I touch. Part of me wants to go back to eating - my stomach still feels so empty, but I have to set my priorities rightI nod at the warning, forcing myself to step away from the food. It physically hurts to leave it, but survival has to come first. Still, I grab a piece of dried meat to hold in my hand as I move through the cabin, checking windows and doors. Just holding it makes me feel safer, even if that's foolish to me- I feel I should bolt out of there and find safety first"Do you think he really broke our bond to protect us?" I ask my wolf ,but she has gone quiet again. “Would he want to claim me as his mate if he saw me like this anyway?" I keep talking to myself and as soon I say it, I magically change into a new- prettier cloth. “Wow!” I say, startled- there is a lot of things that I don't know yet about this house“Stay inside. Lock everything. Don't come out unti
Alora’s POVFive words- words that have thrown me off balance“Your mother died when you were born…” is that not what Agatha said?” Melody is confusedI cannot breathe properly. My legs heavy and shaky. The twins are still crying. Everything is chaotic amd my head swimsThe door is thrown open as two servants rush in"Your Majesty!" exclaims the second servant as she hurries to my side to hold my shaky body. “What has happened?"I open my mouth, but I cannot speak, I just gasp"The children are crying " the first says, lifting my son from his crib."Your Majesty, please sit before you fall,” thesecond says as she guides me to the nearest chair,"Go and call the king!” the first commands, but I don’t know who she is commanding, but the door slams and I hear running"It's a trick," Melody insists. "Someone is pranking us”But what if it isn't? What if my mother has been alive all this time?The first servants manage to quiet my son, ans she moves to mu daughter"Stop crying little princ
Alora’s POVSix months later, I am lying in a hospital bed, holding the sheets because of my contractions. I hate how I feel"Push!" Dr. Belimah commands meI push with all my strength, a guttural scream tearing from my throat as I feel like I am tearing up. The pain is so bad. It feels like my body is splitting in two and then scattering like sand"Please, I can't," I cry, “I can't do this anymore. Please."Melody growls inside me. She is in pain too. “Let us try, Alora!”Another contraction hits, and I scream again. The midwife wipes my forehead with a cloth while Dr. Belimah positions herself between my legs."The head is crowning," she announces. "One more big push, Dr White. You can do this!” At this point I almost give out that my name is not White, but AloraSummoning strength, I push with everything in me- I want this done with. After this baby, I don’t think I will ever allow myself to be pregnant again. I feel an intense burning sensation in my private part as it stretches l
Alora’s POVI can't process it all. I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face. My real mother- a woman named Helen who loved my father. A woman who died thinking her baby was dead, never knowing I lived.Through my tears, I see movement in the corner. My father is shaking, silent tears streaming down his face. Helen was the love of his life. He has been trapped in his paralysed body all this time, hearing everything, unable to speak or move.Lucas has disappeared- he slipped out during the chaos, probably to find his mother and siblings, to get them away from this cursed place.I wipe my tears and stand. I am the white wolf. I cannot be weakI walk to my father's wheelchair and kneel before him. Looking into his eyes, I see how sad he is. How he regrets abandoning me. Without even touching him, I heal him gently"Come back," I whisper. "Your wolf, your strength, your voice, your entirety. Come back to us."The poisons Agatha has been feeding him neutralises. His suppressed sta
Alora’s POV“Are you not sleeping with the guard!?” I say in utter disgust***“We can share, that is why we are a team,” Agatha says with a broad smile as if enjoying how disgusted I look“You what!?” I scream, losing control at the amount of atrocities being committed in this house. Even father shakes visibly at the revelation. I can see his face cort slightly in disgust- the highest reaction he can give. He is sick, paralyzed even, but he is not deaf. Even Lucas seems to understand this part. He pauses and looks at them, confusion and disgust equally in his face“You know what, I don’t care what the both of you do with your bodies. I just came here for dad”I proceed to move toward Lucas slowly, reaching out to him carefully. His mind is shattered, broken by grief and possibly magic. Agatha has always dabbled in the atrocities"I can help you," I say to himAs I approach Lucas, I feel a sudden movement around me. Melody screams warning me as Agatha and Leah move with wolf speed, t
Alora’s POV"Alora, my dear daughter. How rude. Not even a hello to your mother? After all that I have done for you?"I want to ask her what she has done for me ever since I lost consciousness order than make me feel worthless, but I did not come here to trade words with her. "I did not come all the way from my kingdom to this pack to exchange pleasantries," I reply coldly. "I cannot pretend we are on good terms, Agatha. I come for my father."“You now call me Agatha? Not even mother?” she fakes her shocked response“I started calling you by your name a long time ago, you were just too cruel to notice. You saw me as nothing, so you did not notice. Now I am something, you want to form a bond between us, a collaboration of mother and daughter, but that would not happen!”Her smile falters slightly, but she regains herself. “And why is that?” she asksBefore I can respond, the side door opens and Leah who excused herself earlier because she could not stand my presence and she and Agatha
Alora’s POVAn older woman steps into my path, falling to her knees because she cannot look at my face. I know her- she is Fiona, the she-wolf who once worked in the pack house kitchens. She was in fact wicked to me. Sne called me useless a lot of times, smacked my face and hit my head on the wall whenever she had the chance to. Ahe only stopped when I was grown and after I fought her back one day, stabbed her arm with a pair of scissors. I wonder what she wants now. She must be delusional to think that I will help her with whatever request she is about to mas"White wolf," she says with a shaky voice. Even she is judging herself. “Please, help us. Our land is dying."I stop, looking around properly for the first time. The Midnight Pack territory looks... horrible- even worst than how the Alistair kingdom was looking like bef I broke the curse. The trees are withering, fields that should be green, lush and fruitful are barren. The people themselves look thin, their clothes worn out.
Alora’s POV“I will bring him to you. White wolf”“Do not come with him. Send him alone- with a few guards at most”“Come to me then. Come to the pack and see your father”***“I will not come to you. Send my father to me immediately”I seal the letter and send it. I should use a phone to send the message, but this is royal business and no royal business should be sent as text messages- it is disrespectfulAs I watch the messenger leave, I place my hand on my growing belly. I have not told Alonso about the baby. I cannot bear to see him yet."He deserves to know," Melody says to me. She has been of the opinion that I tell Alonso about the baby, but I have been adamant"How many times do I need to tell you that I need time?” I say to her“Just listen to me,” Melody persists. “I am your voice of reasoning, and…”I cut her short. “My new life as Dr. Joha WhiteMoon in this small kingdom gives me peace. The people here appreciate my healing abilities without questions about my past. I hav
Alora’s POVWhen it's over, I feel powerful in a way I have never experienced before. Alonso looks up at me in wonder."You did it," he whispers. "The curse?""The white wolf is a curse breaker," I explain, helping him sit up."How do you feel?" Leo asks, crouching beside us."Whole. Free," Alonso replies, his voice filled with awe. He turns to me, taking my hands gently. "You saved me. After everything I did to you, you still saved me."I feel so many emotions at once. I am happy that he is alive, but I am unhappy at the way he treated me. Come to think of it, I was ready to fight for our love even after he handed me divorce papers. I know that the child in Elena’s womb is not his, but there was a chance of him getting her pregnant and he took it. He was even happy that he was going to have a child with Elena. He was ready to discard me when the child showed up. He does not need me "I couldn't let you die," I say simply- I think these words convey everything I feel right now"Alora,
Alora’s POVThe mind control spell is not as strong as Kaiser thinks it is. I am aware of everything, trapped in my own body as Kaiser's magic forces me to obey. I allow it to happen. I allow the prophecy to happen- the king has to seek the white wolf. If I don’t allow Kaiser to do what he wants to do, the prophecy would not be fulfilled. So I allow him as he makes me share secrets about the kingdom,“We are going to deal with him when he was expect it”When Alonso bursts through the doors during the ritual, my heart leaps despite everything. He looks terrible- thinner, paler, the poison Elena has been giving him clearly is taking his. Yet his eyes blaze when he sees me. I still feel butterfly fluttering in my stomach, but when I think of the things he has done to me, the effect reduces"Let her go," he growl. I cannot help the reaction I have to his voice- more butterflies that I tried to kill when I think of him and what he did to meKaiser's spell forces cruel words from my mouth,