DNLL 20Donavon's POV I plopped to the bed, staring at the body of the woman sprawled on my bed. "What else do you need, my Lord?" She asked, and I shook my head. "Nothing, get out," I ordered, and she stared, in surprise at me. "Yes?" "I said get out!" I barked, and she scrambled off, wobbling her naked body to the door. Not only was I angry at myself, I felt disgusted at myself. There was that maid, Zuri, and of all the people in my pack, she was the only person that I referred to. "Fuckkk!" I groaned. This wasn't how I was supposed to feel about her. I hated Zuri, she was the goddamn daughter of a murderer, and by extension, she was a murderer. I stood up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned the shower over my body. It still did nothing to get rid of the hatred I felt for myself and that goddamn princess. I stepped out of the bathroom and changed into a new set of clothes. "Not again," I groaned to myself as I stepped out of the door to the throne room,
DNLL 21Lirien's point of view I stared at Donavon, that goddamn alpha, straight in the eye. And I knew he saw that too. There has to be something else about his uncanny hatred for me. "Take her back into her room," he said, and the guard moved towards me. I shrugged his hands from my body, if that would warrant death, that would be better. It had been a month. Since the hotel incident had happened, I could only thank my stars. I wasn't pregnant, for this goddamn alpha. I walked back to my room, and the reason it did not hurt as much as I expected was something I needed to rethink. And Hart, it's been days since I last saw him. I stepped away from my room, to the guard's quarters, and thanks to that alpha Volkov, I looked more like a real person. No guard stopped me from going in search of him, at every point that they normally did, and I just walked majestically away from them. "Hart," I called upon sighting him from the distance, and he turned to look at where the voice c
DNLL 22Zuri's POV "Yes, I did, my Lord," the guard replied, proudly, feeling happy that he was about to be commended by me for brutalising a maid. "I wanted to whip the man she was talking about when she ran in front of him," he explained, and I looked back and forth at Zuri and him. "And the second tear?" I asked. "That whip was intentional, my Lord, she was being stubborn, so I had to teach her some lessons," the guard said again as I darted another look at Zuri's wounds. "Hand me the whip," I said, watching his face beam up with a smile of satisfaction. Hot shame beamed on my face at his mocking words, and the eyes of the men in the room settled on me. I felt exposed and humiliated.I watched Donavon hold the whip around his hands, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the whip, on my body.And I heard the chuckles of the men in front of me, ridiculing, until the whip landed—but not on my body.... I heard the sound of a whip, and I opened my eyes to see the guard twirling
DNLL 23Zuri's POV I plopped back to the bed and opened the first pages of the book. I could swear that Hart chose an interesting book with a lot of pages just to keep me entertained for however long the book could last. I squinted my eyes and flipped to the first page of the book in my hands, and the enthusiasm I'd hoped to get was the polar opposite of how fast I fell asleep with the book in my hands....Next morning I woke up to the scrunched pages of the book under my jaws. I'd slept on it, and its pages had become torn like how my face was when Donavon tore a sword through my father's neck.I stood up from the bed and took a bath, changing into a neat gown, and before I grabbed the pail and the mop to clean, Donavon woke up for the day.The ominous air and the tiny whispers from the maids got me on my nerves."Hey, have you heard it?" a maid whispered behind me, and I stepped closer, as close as I could, to listen in to what she had to say."I heard from one of the elders,
DNLL 24Donavon's point of view Zuri's words stilled in her mouth, and whatever it was that she wanted to say... got stuck in her mouth.. She had been too happy these days, from Volkov to herself, she deserved none of that happiness. "My apologies, Alpha Donavon; I've forgotten that you're an alpha who doesn't see beyond himself, a self-conceited bastard," she cussed in my face. "Kill me, Donavon; you'll get the peace you've always wanted, is it not, or you get your peace by making sure the daughter of your murderer goes through the same hell as you do," Zuri said, further riling me up. "Shut your mouth, Zuri," I said, and she shook her head. "Kill me, Donavon, kill me; if I'm that princess whose father killed yours kill me and prove yourself a man, maybe I'll finally get to meet my father where he is," she said, throwing her papa's sword on the bed and sitting in front of me as she pushed herself into the sword. "Do you remember how you did it?" the goddamn princess asked, loo
DNLL 25Zuri's POV My head spun when I heard what they were talking about, not that it did any good or bad to me, I had no business with it. Or maybe it even did me more good than bad. There was no risk that I'd be pregnant, and it meant that my late period was a result of hormonal changes. I smiled at their words before my reaction changed into a frown and back into a smile. He'd be taken away from the position of the alpha, and I'd be free to go away from this evil man. The thought of me telling Donavon that he wasn't my Alpha sent me chills, and I realised that I could have died at that moment. He held that sword to my neck.However, the news hadn't spread yet, and it didn't seem like it was true because while all those were going, Donavon stood confused as to what was happening. Someone was either spreading fake news on purpose, or Donavon was really impotent. .I walked back to my room with the pail and towel that I'd used to clean Donavon's room.I plopped to bed and slep
DNLLChapter 26Donavon's POVI fluttered my eyes. Open to the sunlight that streaked through the window.The room was a typical mess.I stepped down gingerly from the bed, looking around the litter in the room.The course of yesterday's nightmare played through my head.I hissed and moved to walk to the bathroom when my eyesight caught a towel, a pail of water, and a cup of thyme tea that looked like I'd drunk half of it."Alpha Donavon," the voice of a maid walking through the door, broke me out of my thoughts."Did you come to my room last night?"She stared at me, puzzled at what answer she could provide."Answer me, did you step into my room last night!?" I felt her body shudder from the force at which I barked in her face."I... I wasn't in your room, Alpha Donavon," she whimpered, and I hissed angrily, running my hands through my hair."Get me all the maids in the pack house and make sure you find out where every one of them was last night," I said, and she bowed in response bef
DNLL 27Zuri's povI whimpered softly. From the impact of my fall, as I held on to the door frame for support."Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Javi asked, and I nodded, holding my hand away from his grip."Javi!" Donavon barked from the distance. He stood without looking back."I can handle myself, Beta, please," I said, and he took another look at me before standing back up to leave."Please go to the pack infirmary to get yourself treated," Javi said, and I nodded, clenching tighter onto the door; my eyes were getting blurry, and my consciousness was weaning.The metallic taste of blood that dripped from my forehead and nose made the hairs on my body turn bristle, and I could feel goosebumps form on my skin.I tried to hold on to the bucket in front of me with my sweat-drenched hands for support, but I fell back to the ground, breaking a bone, and the last of what I saw was my father's stick in the distance...."Hey, can you see me, Zuri?" The voice of a woman dressed in a
Chapter 140: The first light of dawn broke gently over the expansive palace gardens, turning the dewy landscape into a shimmering mosaic of light and color. The air was cool and fresh, scented with blooming jasmine and the earthy aroma of newly tilled soil. Today, the Blue Moon Pack was not merely surviving—it was thriving. A grand celebration had been planned, one that would mark the beginning of a new era for the pack.In the heart of the gardens, long tables were set up beneath ancient oak trees whose gnarled branches cradled twinkling lanterns. Banners of deep blue and silver, emblazoned with the pack’s emblem, fluttered softly in the morning breeze. The palace, a majestic blend of timeless stone and modern craftsmanship, stood proudly in the background—a symbol of both tradition and progress.Wolves of every age gathered, their faces alight with joy and quiet pride. The elders, whose eyes held decades of wisdom and the scars of past struggles, sat alongside young pups whose laug
Chapter 139:A heavy, foreboding sky hung over the Blue Moon Pack compound as dusk settled into a deep, bruised twilight. For weeks, whispers of an emerging threat had circulated—a subtle yet persistent unease that had grown into a palpable tension among the wolves. The oversight committee’s investigations, the renewed alliances, and even the echoes of old betrayals had led to one undeniable truth: something external was stirring, something that sought to exploit the lingering fissures in the pack’s unity.On the eve of the final confrontation, Donavon stood on the rampart of the compound, his eyes scanning the horizon where darkness met the distant lights of the surrounding forest. The wind carried with it not only the chill of approaching winter but also the murmurs of an enemy that had been quietly amassing strength. In the silence, his mind replayed every moment of struggle—every betrayal, every victory, every step that had led them to this precipice. The weight of command pressed
Chapter 138: The first light of dawn crept over the Blue Moon Pack compound, bathing the grounds in a gentle, golden glow. It was a new day—a day that promised not just the continuation of old traditions, but the birth of fresh leadership. In the quiet hours, before the bustle of the day took over, a subtle excitement filled the air. The pack’s future was emerging, embodied in the bright eyes and eager hearts of its youngest members.At the training grounds, the sextuplets—six spirited cubs who had grown in the shadow of both recent hardships and the hopeful renewal of the pack—dashed about with unbridled energy. Lyra, the eldest, had already assumed a leadership role among her siblings. With a determined gleam in her eye, she guided her brothers and sisters through an improvised obstacle course, built from fallen logs and scattered stones. Their laughter echoed against the stone walls, a joyful symphony that filled the morning air.“Come on, everyone!” Lyra called out, her voice bot
Chapter 137A heavy mist clung to the early morning as the Blue Moon Pack stirred from their sleep. Though recent days had brought hope and unity, the quiet of dawn carried with it a subtle disquiet. Shadows of the past, long thought to have been overcome, now seemed to whisper in the corners of the compound. It was in these uncertain moments that a few vigilant eyes began to notice the echoes of betrayal—small signs that something was amiss.In a narrow corridor near the strategy room, Kael and Rian walked side by side, their hushed voices barely audible over the soft patter of paws on stone. “Rian, have you noticed how some of the old habits seem to be creeping back?” Kael asked, his tone a mixture of concern and cautious suspicion. “There have been moments—brief glances, hushed exchanges—reminding me of the days when secrecy ruled our lives.” Rian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he replied, “Yes, I have. It’s as if the trust we’ve worked so hard to build is threatened by the echoes
Chapter 136: An Alliance Formed**The crisp autumn air outside the Blue Moon Pack compound carried whispers of change as dawn broke over a new day. After months of internal reforms, healing, and cautious outreach, the pack now stood at the threshold of forging an alliance with their long-silent neighbors. The promise of unity beyond their own borders stirred hope and determination in every wolf's heart.Inside the strategy hall, Donavon and Zuri gathered with their senior advisors and trusted lieutenants to review the final details of their diplomatic proposal. Maps adorned the walls, marking the territories of the neighboring packs, and fresh reports from scouts indicated that the Silver Ridge Pack—once a rival and source of tension—had shown signs of being open to negotiation. This opportunity, if seized, could pave the way for a united front against common external threats and further strengthen the bonds of trust that the Blue Moon Pack had so painstakingly rebuilt.Donavon’s deep
Chapter 134: A soft drizzle had settled over the compound by late afternoon, turning the ground beneath the ancient oaks into a quilt of shimmering puddles and reflective pools. The air, cool and fragrant with the scent of rain and earth, carried an undercurrent of anticipation. Whispers passed among the wolves, each one speaking of rumors that had slowly been gathering like storm clouds on the horizon—a rumor of someone once thought lost was returning.In the central courtyard, where the banners of unity and progress still hung proudly, a group of young scouts was performing their morning patrol. Their alert eyes scanned every corner, every shadow. Suddenly, one of the scouts, a lithe wolf named Soren, halted abruptly. “There!” he barked, pointing toward the far edge of the compound, where the ancient forest began. His voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief.Within moments, the patrol converged. The wolves moved cautiously, their paws silent on the wet earth, until they reached
Chapter 133: The chill of early morning had long since given way to a soft, golden light that bathed the Blue Moon Pack compound in a serene glow. As the pack awoke from the restless nights of recent challenges, the familiar sounds of gentle activity—soft paw steps, hushed greetings, and the quiet rustle of leaves—filled the air with an unspoken promise: together, they were rebuilding not only their defenses but also the spirit that made them one.In the central courtyard, where the echoes of the recent council meetings and the weight of past betrayals were steadily being replaced by hope and collaboration, small groups of wolves had gathered. They were engaged in tasks both humble and profound: repairing the stone walls, tending to the community garden, and preparing for the day’s training sessions. It was in these everyday acts that the true strength of the pack was emerging.Under the arch of a timeworn stone doorway, Rian and Kael—both still bearing the memories of recent uncerta
.Chapter 132: The first rays of a chilly morning broke over the compound, casting long, cool shadows across the newly restored walls of the Blue Moon Pack. Though recent days had seen a renewed spirit of unity and rebuilding, a palpable tension now stirred at the edges of their territory—a reminder that external challenges, however minor, could never be entirely cast aside.In the central courtyard, where the echoes of the recent council meetings still lingered in every whispered promise of transparency and unity, a group of scouts returned with urgent news. The leader of the scouting team, a lean and alert wolf named Verin, bounded into the assembly hall, his eyes wide with both excitement and concern.“Alpha Donavon! Luna Zuri!” he called out, his voice breaking through the morning calm. “We have encountered a group from the neighboring Silver Ridge Pack along our western border. They are not marching in the typical formation of a peaceful delegation. Instead, they appear to be te
Chapter 131: The Council of WolvesA cool autumn breeze stirred the banners outside the grand council hall as the Blue Moon Pack gathered for a meeting that many hoped would mark a turning point in their collective future. The hall’s massive wooden doors creaked open to reveal a cavernous space filled with natural light that filtered in through tall, arched windows. Inside, wolves of every age, rank, and background took their seats around a large circular table—the table a symbol of equality and shared purpose. At the head of the table, Donavon’s steady gaze swept over the assembled pack. His presence was both commanding and reassuring—a living embodiment of the pack’s trials, tribulations, and the hard-earned unity that had emerged. Beside him sat Zuri, her eyes bright with determination and compassion, her posture radiating quiet strength. Today, they were not just leaders but facilitators of a process that would allow every wolf to speak, to be heard, and to help shape the pack’s