CHAPTER 31: Down The LadderPyra’s povAs I lay on my bed, my mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. Everything seemed to be playing in fast-motion, not giving me anytime to comprehend and understand what had just happened. I was restless. Overly restless. Three days had long passed since I’d avoided mingling with people, and when I mean people, I mean everyone. That included Veronica. I was still trying to process the strange occurrences happening to me. Trying to grasp the concept at least. I continued to lay in the same way but readjusted my position, wanting to become comfortable on the bed, but all my attempts proved futile. I groaned, fishing out my phone, and busied myself playing Candy Bust, trying to distract my mind from the twirling thoughts that threatened to consume me whole. The pack had given me a phone, a symbol of trust, and my new membership, but ever since I got it, I’d barely used it. At first, I was shocked. I had never been given a phon
CHAPTER 32: Being WatchedPyra’s povMy eyes met his and his, met mine. I nestled closer to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around me, and that’s when more of his scent poured into my nose. It was Maverick, My Alpha Maverick. I was happy, no, ecstatic as I reached out to touch his face, remembering that eventful night with him. But my hand halted midway as a thick voice wafted through my ears. “Ok, knock it out!” The voice sounded. I blinked, trying to decipher whose this was as it didn't sound like My Maverick’s. I frowned, wondering what was going on and why Maverick sounded differently.But the voice came again, “As much this is pleasant for you, Pyra. May I remind you that this is no rom com.” I was taken aback, shocked and in that moment, whatever haze I was in cleared out and instead of the handsome face of Alpha Maverick, I met the stern face of Beta Thane. I gasped out of fear, my eyes widening at the realization that just hit me.“That's more like it,” Beta Thane n
CHAPTER 33: Painful Thoughts Luna Verona’s povI gazed out the window from the bed, the palace light twinkling like diamonds against the dark canvas of night. Three days now. For three days I have been confined to this hospital room and it has taken its toll. I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. The banquet preparations kept my mind occupied. I rubbed my temples, warding off the creeping headache. Ever since, Minister Elias’s suggestion had been a stroke of pure genius. We needed something to divert attention, to ease the tension between Alpha Sam’s pack and my pack that could be just what we needed to avoid all-out war. The tension was rising but a dine with the enemy would ease the growing tension. "No ill feeling, eh!" I smirked, recalling my earlier thoughts as I circled Alpha Sam's position on the seating arrangement plan. He didn’t know what game he had started. I would frustrate him to the breaking point. "We could as well place him right under the chande
Chapter 34: Static ChaosLuna Verona’s povBeta Thane stood at the entrance of the hospital room, his posture alert, confident, and calm, a stark contrast to the whirlpool of thoughts that raged in my mind. “You called for me, Luna.” I remembered paging him to come here.I nodded. “I did.”I walked over, passing by him as the sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with the familiar lingering aroma of the wine I had intended to savor later. I picked the bottle of wine—it was half empty now—and handed it to him; the cool glass slipped from my fingers into his steady grasp. I felt a sense of loss, as if relinquishing a piece of my comfort. “Where is Elais?” I asked, settling onto the bed, trying to find comfort myself amidst the unease that gripped me. “He’s on his way,” Thane replied, scanning the room as if expecting trouble to burst through the walls. He worries too much and most of the time, for no apparent reasons. Just after Thane finished speaking, and as if on cue, Elias walked in,
CHAPTER 35: At The BorderLuna Verona’s povSlowly, I turned angrily to Minister Elais. My voice was low, but every word dripped with venom. “You told me that all Alpha Sam needed was recognition. You told me that...” I broke off, too overwhelmed by rage surging up inside of me. My gaze locked on him as I advanced slowly, each step towards him a calculated move. An angry growl erupted from me, my wolf ready to pounce. Elais’s eyes never wavered from mine as he took hesitant steps back, his eyes filled with fear. “L-Luna, it's not…”I didn’t let him dare finish his lame excuse, instead interrupting him with a sharp growl. “It was all your idea, All yours! You told me to bid for peace, and now I’ve lost one of my own. Hell! He wasn’t the only one in that vehicle!” The room plummeted with tension, in the sterile hospital. The betrayal cut deep, he was one I trusted fully.Beta Thane, always the one of reason, attempted to intercede, his arms raised slightly in a peace sign, “Luna, let'
CHAPTER 36: Stolen Pastries Pyra’s povI trudged through the hallway, my feet heavy with exhaustion from the day’s work. I was famished. Finished with my chores for the day and I was ready to refuel. There was only one place that could grant me the satisfaction I needed: The kitchen. That was my destination, and just the thought of it made my stomach growl in anticipation. I pushed open the door, unbothered by the noise that was produced as it banged against the wall before closing shut. I dragged my feet towards the cabinet, grabbing a plate and sat at the far end of the maid’s dining hall, devouring my sumptuous food in silence. I ate like I never had before but no matter how much food I got into my stomach, it wasn’t just enough. My hunger gnawed at me, and I definitely knew where to find more. My gaze shifted towards the main kitchen by the corner, where the staff was busy preparing different dishes for the banquet night. My stomach growled as I saw the amount of different d
CHAPTER 37: The Gaze Of The Whisperer Pyra’s pov It was all so confusing. I struggled to make sense of what Veronica just said, her words making my brows furrow. Sir Wilson—who the hell is he? What treaty had he been pursuing? How did a peacemaker get ambushed? Questions swirled in my mind as I tried to catch up with the ongoing situation. The sheer absurdity of a peacekeeper getting ambushed tickled a dark corner of my mind. I couldn’t help as a giggle escaped me before I could suppress it. Shocked by my reaction, Veronica turned back to meet my eyes. “Cut it out, Pyra," Veronica said, her tone serious, though her eyes betrayed her amusement. "I'm trying, Vee, but it's not every day you hear about a peacekeeper getting home injured," I retorted, my amusement attaining its peak as laughter bubbling up again, a stark discrepancy to the severe atmosphere around us. Our laughter seemed to reach others around us and a senior nurse turned sharply, glaring at us. "You two need
CHAPTER 38: A Missing Maid Luna Elodie’s POV:My voice pierced through the grand dining hall, “What do you mean that we need more maids?” I demanded, my brows furrowing.The sunlight streamed through the fall windows, illuminating the long oak table where I sat, my breakfast already cold, left untouched as I focused intently on the headmistress. The headmistress's stern face flattered as she shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the files in her hands, opening her mouth and closing it. “Speak when I demand it.” I urged as I lacked the patience for her usual stuttering.She finally spoke, her voice hesitating, as if fearing my next response, which she should. “Most of the maids in the pack have quit, Luna. We’re running out of them here. Some have found their mates and are starting a family with their respective mates, while others have left the pack altogether.”I listened to her words. This was absurd. Such a thing had never happened before. A maid leaving the pack?The headmistress
CHAPTER 187: Fight For The RealmThird person’s POV:Still seated at her temples, Madraya watched as Caspian sprinted to the war zone, his heart filled with determination to end the chaos once and for all. Madraya could feel and see it all. She watched from the globe as the humans advanced further, a little prayer in her heart. “Please, another chance. Let the one chance left for redemption be the one to prevail. Let this cup not overflow with the blood of the retribution.” She prayed, knowing her prayer would be useless because what would happen next has already been set in stone. No one, not even the most powerful of mages or witches could change it. Fate is a fragile but powerful thing. Once it’s decided, it’s sealed forever. Meanwhile, Maverick has reached side to side with Rhaella as they both glared at Duncan who watched them with a plastered smirk despite being comforted by two powerful werewolves. “You two team up to beat me?” Duncan teased. “Is this how weak Lunaria has g
CHAPTER 186: A Chance At Redemption Third person’s POV:The walls of the temples enveloped Madraya as she sat on the ground, surrounded by the still-flaming candles. She was bathed in the pale, eerie light of the celestial globe that floated before her like a silent moon. Slowly and delicately as if any heavy action could shatter the moment, her fingers traced the invisible threads of fate woven around the globe’s surface. In the depths of the globe, war had found its rhythm again. Fire. Claws. Blood. The human armies advanced toward the RedClaw pack. It was all playing out again—like the Dance of the Crimson Ashes, she had seen long ago.Her face was solemn and stained with unshed tears, a sad smile plastered on her face. She knew how the story would end before the globe even showed it. She leaned forward, whispering to no one, “Let the root be removed by the gardener, and let the house burn by its household, even though they burn with it. Even though the big oak tree crushes 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