CHAPTER 128: Natalie’s Apology Maverick’s POV:Back in my lodge, I sat on the couch in the living room, massaging my temples as the stress of the day began to weigh me down. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Small shadows danced on the walls, but none of them brought me the comfort I so desperately sought.“I don’t know, Mother. I’ve had a stressful day, and all I need now is a good rest.” I yawned for the hundredth time this evening, weakly holding the phone to my ear. “Maverick, I wanted to tell you something of utmost importance, but hearing how tired you are, I think you should rest. How was the meeting of Alphas, though?”I sighed, breathing deeply. “It was… well, I think. Everything was perfect, and finally, they were listening to my words. That was until a strange visitor interrupted the meeting.”“Strange Visitor?”“Yes, mother. According to him, he is the son of the Alpha of the StoneClaw pack, and they were attacked by tho
CHAPTER 129: Deep In The WaterMaverick’s POV: I was still staring at the ajar door as my phone rang. I picked up on the first ring, placing the phone to my ear. “Natalie is gone. She has escaped.”She chuckled, and I could feel her smile from where I stood. “Finally. Her facade has broken. Find Natalie, son. Chain her up and bring her back to Fangborn to await her trial, one I would personally pick for her.”I nodded, walking into the room as my eyes scanned the entire space. Natalie left most of her things; she must have been in so much of a hurry as not to pack. “Okay, mother.”“You see why I told you to always listen to me! I have more experience than you could fathom; I’ve seen things you can only imagine. Maybe this will—““Mother, this is not the time to lecture me,” I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. “Natalie’s gone, and we need to act fast before she gets too far. Save the ‘I told you so’ for later.” I felt hurt that the two people I trusted most could betray
CHAPTER 130: The Show Of Dominance Pyra’s POV:I stood in the middle of the pack house door, unable to tell my people to calm down. The alarm’s deafening wail echoed through the air, waking everyone as they walked around confused about what the alarm was for. My heart raced just as fast as theirs, and they looked at me—their Alpha—for reassurance, but no words left my mouth.I tried to speak, to shout over the chaos, to tell them that the alarm was now a drill as everything was being taken care of, but it was as if my throat had sealed itself shut. It was like I was back to my old self, unable to utter a single word for fear of being punished. I clenched my fist at my side, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to remain calm; Calm down, calm down, let the pain of the past be in the past, and let thy future commence! I thought to myself, but it wasn’t working. “What is happening?”“Are we being attacked?”“Oh, my Goddess. It’s by those weird wolves that have been taking down packs.
CHAPTER 131: Karma Is A Bitch Third person’s POV:As Maverick left the living room, Steven StoneClaw angrily watched him leave. Pyra demanded everyone to go back to rest as the tension in the room grew unbearable. Her voice, sharp yet calm, carried an air of authority that even Steven couldn’t ignore. “We have much to discuss, but not tonight. Go rest. Now.”As Pyra stood in the living room of the Packhouse, she watched Maverick from a distance before turning her gaze to Steven, who walked to his assigned room; a crazy thought went through her head. “Are these men trying to fight for my validation?” Strangely, the very thought of that thrilled her as a small smirk appeared at the corners of her lips. If anything, she knew she was going to enjoy making Maverick so jealous that he would lose it. Steven coming at this time seems more like a blessing, Pyra thought, her gaze still focused on the retreating men, planning on how to use them both. “And what are you smiling at?”Pyra’s th
CHAPTER 132: The Night Messenger Luna Elodie’s POV:As Maverick hung up, a sly smirk appeared on my lips and I crossed my legs, resting comfortably on the couch. “Seems like I won this game,” I chuckled, the sound low and filled with satisfaction. The tension from earlier still lingered in the room like a thick fog, but now it worked in my favour. My fingers brushed over the armrest as I replayed every word he said.Natalie is gone, beautiful. Those words echoed in my mind, sharp and clear, causing the smirk on my lips to widen. I stood up, letting the luxurious silk of my gown slide against my skin, and I crossed the room to the wardrobe, retrieving my long black cloak. The elegant fabric hung on my figure, providing the aura of mystery that I needed for a simple conversation I was about to have that night. After I was done, the cold stones of the floor beneath my bare feet grounded me as I moved to the door and towards the dungeon. I walked without a care in the world. I no lo
CHAPTER 133: A Breakfast TalkPyra’s POV:The sun’s rays seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the large window, casting golden streaks across the concrete floor of the FireHeart pack. The faint warmth kissed my skin, pulling me out of my thoughts as I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright light of the hallway. Today was going to be a long day, and specifically a long breakfast. Everyone was invited to dine with me at the dining table. I should have dreaded and demanded that I had my food delivered to my room, but for some unknown reason, I looked forward to this. I must have been so lost in thought that I didn’t notice someone greeting me. “Greetings, my Queen.”I turned in shock to see Maverick standing there in the hallway, his clear eyes staring intently at me. He was just one of the subjects of my thoughts; why do I have to pass by him of all people? “Greetings.” I acknowledged and continued walking, keeping my focus ahead, but I heard the unmistakable sound of h
CHAPTER 134: Breakfast Of BrawlsMaverick’s POV:The way Steven looked at Pyra made my skin crawl. I caught a glimpse of his grey eyes following Pyra’s every move, and I couldn’t help but question who he really was. Why was he so strange? And why do I feel like he’s interested in her in ways I couldn’t imagine? It wasn’t only the stare but the intensity in his eyes whenever he looked at her. The way it seemed to reach deeper, as if he saw something in her that I couldn’t.I couldn’t call it jealousy; there was just an irking feeling I always had whenever he was near. Steven turned a glaring eye at me, and I only stood there, my gaze following his every movement but mostly focused on his grey eyes. “Where have I seen those eyes before?” I questioned internally, trying to dig into my core memory for where I had seen such grey eyes. It was like the memory was at the tip of my brain, but whenever I wanted to pick it up and remember, it just vanished. Steven’s grey eyes could see that
CHAPTER 135: Found Guilty Luna Elodie’s POV:I dropped the phone, a smile graced my lips. Justice. It had been the elusive goal driving me for weeks, and now, it was finally within my grasp. Standing from my seat, I smoothed my dress and made my way out of the office.The courthouse loomed ahead, its imposing structure blending modern design with the gravity of the centuries-old traditions upheld within. Inside, the air was heavy with authority, the faint scent of polished wood and paper blending with the murmur of voices.The Ministers of Fangborn pack were already gathered, their robes immaculate, their expression stern and unreadable. Each of the ministers represented a pillar of the judicial system of the pack. At the forefront sat the judge in black robes. As I entered, all eyes turned to me, and my smile stretched wider. Yes, I thought, one by one, the traitorous rats within my son’s pack would be rooted out and punished under the wrath of Luna Elodie. Under my wrath until the
CHAPTER 185: Seek Retribution Caspian’s POV:Tension filled the small space of the hidden lab as I stared back at the still hard-breathing Ember. I too was breathing hard, exhaustion gripping in as the scent of blood perforated the air. It wasn’t just Ember’s or mine—it was like it was our past, our pain, and our father’s favoritism. My fist clenched beside me, the world spinning around me in a chaos I couldn’t control. Ember was good, I must give her that. She moved like lightning, rage guiding her every step. The blade she held in one hand sliced across my shoulder and I staggered back, my knees nearly giving away. But I didn’t fall.I couldn’t. Not this time.Not when I have people depending on me. Not when I haven’t gotten my retribution. “You’re weak, brother,” she spat, her eyes glowing with the same red madness that burned in our father’s. The way she mentioned the word ‘brother’ I could feel the amount of hatred and anger from that single word. “Always holding back. Alway
CHAPTER 184: His Last Bloodline Third person’s POV: Maverick turned to focus on the spot where Rhaella faced Alpha Duncan in a staring contest. The tension between them was electric.Neither woman nor man blinked, and neither moved. It was as if the entire battlefield had fallen silent, holding its breath for what was about to happen.Maverick watched as Alpha Duncan’s lips curled into a sneer, his posture dripping with disdain. Even with his werewolf hearing, he couldn’t hear the words being spoken between the two amidst the chaos of war. Maverick turned, seeing the outcome of the war. The backups he had called were yet to arrive. It was as if the goddess heard his words because immediately, the ground trembled beneath Maverick’s boots. At first, it was faint — a distant rumble like the stirring of a great beast — but it grew louder, stronger until even the enemy forces stilled in confusion.From the eastern ridge, banners rose into view, catching the dying light of the setting s
CHAPTER 183: A Sibling's Rage Third person’s POV: Caspian’s face still held no emotion as he stared calmly at Ember. Heavy tension filled the air, suffocating and transcending the physical space between them, sinking into their very bones.Ember’s fingers twitched at her sides, anticipating the next action to which she knew would come. She had faced countless combat and never lost even a single one. This one, she definitely would enjoy. She wanted to see how truly strong the son of her Alpha really was. She wanted to damage the privileged boy who never had to work a day in his life and earned a title she could never acquire no matter how hard she tried. While she had worked every day of her life, fighting to get to the top. Caspian’s posture remained relaxed, almost disinterested as if could see straight through the burning rage building inside her. It only fueled Ember’s determination further.She had done everything for the pack. She had bled for the pack. She had clawed her way
CHAPTER 182: Two Lovers, One MindMaverick’s POV:Rhaella stared at me, and I stared back, our eyes fixed on each other as the false Crimson Wolves fell beside us. I felt one jump towards me, its jaw aiming for my throat—but I remained still.There was no fear.There was no hesitation. There was only one powerful thing standing between us; Trust. The moment its fangs should have met flesh, Rhaella moved.Faster than lightning. Faster than the eye could comprehend. I blinked and she was beside me, her hands holding the neck of the false crimson with so much strength I could feel her veins popping from her hands. Using her other hand, she tore through the wolf’s chest, yanking the still-beating heart and slamming the wolf into the ground with a sickening crack. Blood splattered across my cheek, warm and metallic, but I didn’t blink.Because her eyes hadn’t left mine—not even for a second.She stood over the broken body of the wolf-like a goddess carved from vengeance. Her bodysuit g
CHAPTER 181: The Orb Of FateTHIRD PERSON’S POV: Madraya sat in her temple in the FireHeart pack, a place designated solely for her as the high priestess of Flame and Fate. The sacred chamber shimmered with candlelight, the flames dancing like spirits awakened by the storm of war happening in Lunaria. Incense curled into the air, mixing with the ash-scented wind seeping through the ancient stone windows. But yet, even the sacred smoke could not mask the sense of unease that had settled over her heart like a cold shroud.The temple was quiet. Too quiet. But she sat calmly. One would question why a powerful priestess like her would sit under the protection of the FireHeart pack instead of being at the frontlines and burning the furs of her enemy but Madraya knew the war in Lunaria was not one to be won with brute strength alone. That much was certain. She was no ordinary priestess. She was the Oracle of Flame, the Keeper of the Old Prophecies, and the last living Tether to the First
CHAPTER 180: FreedTHIRD PERSON’S POV: Caspian Maoist, the man known as the betrayer and imposter of Steven StoneClaw stood still amidst the chaos. The roars of wolves clashing, the blood-curdling cries of wounded warriors, or near-death warriors and the scent of death laced the air like a suffocating fog. But none of it reached him. Not truly actually. Not as deep as the violent war raging within him. Caspian was frozen—eyes flickering occasionally between the fire-marked banners of the FireHeart pack and the crimson sigils of his birthright, the RedClaws.To them, he was a traitor.To the others, he was a spy.To himself, he was… lost.Truly lost. The perfect facade of Steven StoneClaw had crumbled like ash in the fire. Now the truth was out for all to see—Caspian Maoist, son of Alpha Duncan, heir to a throne of blood and fury. Heir to the throne that shall soon be theirs. Yet, as he watched his pack members tear through warriors he had bled beside, trained beside while still in
CHAPTER 179: Time To KillMaverick’s POV: The warriors of the FireHeart pack waited with stiff posture, their eyes straight ahead as I passed by them. I rushed into Pyra's penthouse of FireHeart, hoping I wasn’t too late. But when I got to the penthouse, Rhaella wasn’t there. “No, no, no.” I turned away, rushing to the halls of the FireHeart pack, shouting to the nearby pack members. “Where’s the Alpha? Where’s my mate?”The pack member opened her mouth to answer, but no sound came. Her eyes widened—fixed on something behind me. I turned, my heart thudding.Luna Verona stood at the top of the staircase, her long blood-red cloak trailing behind her like a storm cloud. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes—those fierce dark eyes—held something deeper. One I couldn’t decipher. “Where is she?” I demanded before she could even speak. “Where are the kids?”She descended slowly, deliberately, her heeled boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown to war. “The kids are fine
CHAPTER 178: DUNCAN ALL ALONGPyra’s POV: It all made sense now. Everything, every piece—like shattered glassware slowly forming a whole again.How didn’t I see this?The lies. The secrecy. The way Steven had always been adamant in knowing everything. The way Steven—no, Caspian—always seemed he was holding back a part of himself like he didn’t belong… because he didn’t. He never did. Not here. Not with us.It all made sense why he was a nervous wreck after I told him he must come with me to the RedClaw pack. “You never know what is around you, Alpha Rhaella. You can sit on your throne, thinking all is safe but oblivious that the enemy can be near.” I recalled one of the strange conversations he had with me. At that moment, it didn’t make sense. I didn’t understand then. But now, I see it all. There was an enemy close by, a wolf wearing sheep’s clothing. And he had always been near. Always been by my side. Always been under my roof and I stupidly trusted this enemy. They had alw
CHAPTER 177: Into An AmbushPyra’s POV: My boots struck the earth. Even the dust couldn’t escape my wrath. Dust kicked up behind me in silent protest, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. My mind was focused on getting to one place and they shall feel my wrath. The bodysuit I wore molded my frame like a second skin. Sleek and dull red. The material shimmered faintly under the dimming light—thick enough to shield me in combat, yet light enough to move without restriction. It was the mark of the crimson Alphas. An armor they wore in times of battles. One that designates fear, not for any weapon, but the fire in our blood. The bodysuit clung to my form like armor, laced with leather straps and reinforced at the joints for agility and stealth. The style was ancient—Myrrakai, they call it, just like in the legends told of my ancestors centuries ago. No one has worn it for centuries, until me. A silver blade was strapped across my back, its hilt still warm from my gr