CHAPTER 85: Rhella FireHeart Pyra’s POV: It’s been a week since Beta Thane’s unexpected visit to the mansion, and might I say I have been treading carefully ever since his visit. I still hadn’t written that letter to the hospital to officially take a leave due to my condition. Well, courtesy to Veronica who refused my application, insisting she’d cover my shifts, claiming it was better to keep any attention away from me. I agree, she has helped me this far, and I wouldn’t have even gotten to where I am currently without her. She is my angel. I sat on the chair at the kitchen table, cradling a warm cup of tea, specifically brewed by Madraya who had sworn it was the best traditional medicine to take, insisting it was good for my babies’ health. “Eww, Taste like poop,” I grimaced, hating the fact I agreed to her persuasion. Madraya was an odd soul—her presence in the mansion was barely noticeable, rarely leaving her room and only venturing out at night for fear of being
CHAPTER 86: Mother Meets Daughter Pyra’s POV:“Is that not why you’ve been searching so desperately for me all these while, Verona?” Madraya said, her gaze intent on Luna Verona. “T-this isn’t possible, H-how?” She stammered, her gaze flickering between my face and Madraya until they finally fixed on Madraya. “If you knew. Why didn’t you report yourself to the main pack house in my office?”“And why would I do that?” Madraya spat, her voice like a whip, slicing through the heavy silence. Her gaze was sharp, daring Luna Verona to contradict her. “What did I ever do to warrant reporting myself? No Verona. You’re the one who is and has always been wrong, Verona. None but you.”The tension in the room felt like a storm waiting to break. Luna Verona’s gaze burned with icy intensity, but Madraya stood her ground, her thin frame somehow commanding a presence as strong as Luna's.“You have been so focused on no one sitting on the Crimson throne except your mate that you have neglected what
CHAPTER 87: A Ploy?Maverick’s POVThe atmosphere in the penthouse was suffocating, thick with unspoken doubts and lingering questions despite no words popping from anyone’s mouth. We arrived at the penthouse, one reserved and bought by my father years ago in case I was ever to venture into this part of the realm. We sat around the kitchen table, the space once a sanctuary now filled with tension.Minister Blackthorn sipped his coffee in silence, Natalie leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, and Daemon stared at the wall as though it held the answers we all sought.I could practically see the wheels turning in everyone’s head. I couldn’t take the suffocating silence any longer. “Why?” I asked, my voice breaking through the stillness like a crack of thunder. Everyone looked up at me, their questioning gaze even more confused by my questions. “Why what, Alpha?” Minister Blackthorn asked. “Why would someone migrate from Lunaria into the human world and think of generating t
CHAPTER 88: The Exciting News Pyra’s POV“Veronica?” Luna Verona stood straighter, her regal form regaining. “How kind of you to join us.” Veronica’s eyes danced across from us, before finally meeting Luna Verona. “Ummm, pleasure is all mine, Luna.” She threw a questioning glare my way but I was too shocked to even move nor respond. “I-I only came to give Pyra some medications and her routine job… I-she… I wasn’t expecting anyone to be back here at home…” she trailed off, her incoherent words echoing in the room. “Hmmm, I understand.” Luna Verona voiced. The room was silent as everyone stared nervously at each other. I turned away from Veronica when our eyes met but Madraya was the one to spoil my silent escape. “And Pyra, is there anything you would like to tell Veronica?”Shit. “What’s going on?” Veronica asked, stepping closer into the room. She must have realized something was off as Luna wasn’t even angry that the seer who had been running from her was in her home. Luna t
CHAPTER 89: Alpha Rhella Pyra’s POVI lay on the bed, staring at the cemented ceiling of the hospital penthouse. My thoughts swirled in a storm, pulling me back to the chaos and events of today. The words of Madraya, the shocked and piercing gaze of Luna Verona’s, the thunder in her voice when she demanded Madraya to stop talking rubbish, Veronica’s appearance, and trembling confession—it all played on repeat in my mind.“What just happened?” I whispered to myself, still staring upwards. Everything was moving just too fast for me to keep track of. No matter how hard I tried to understand, I couldn’t make sense of it. Everything felt too surreal, too overwhelming.They had moved me to a separate room, away from the shared space with Luna Verona. I knew it wasn’t just for my comfort. I couldn’t bear her presence any longer—the way her eyes seemed to strip me of every defense, every ounce of sanity I had.How does she feel to know her daughter is alive? I just couldn’t imagine. Veroni
CHAPTER 90: Find RykersMaverick’s POVNothing. There has been no progress yet. I paved the length of the room, my thoughts tangled in the web of our stalled mission. Daemon sat in one of the chairs around the dining table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his laptop keys, Natalie sat by the corner, busy with her phone. And Minister Blackthorn, he was somewhere in the house. “Have you seen anything yet?” I asked, stopping mid-step.He paused, his sharp eyes flicking to mine. “Nothing yet, Alpha.”I exhaled deeply, glancing over at Natalie. Despite the calm facade she excludes, I knew she was still seething, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Natalie,” I began, my voice softer than usual. “I just wanted to thank you for all of this—for putting aside our differences and focusing on what matters.”Her gaze snapped up, her expression unreadable. “I will do anything to protect my pack, Maverick,” she said evenly, though her words carried a razor’s edge. “Even if the Alph
CHAPTER 91: Extraction Point Third person’s POVThe smell of smoke lingered in the air. The sharp, icy wind howling across the mountaintop, sweeping almost gracefully past a man as he stood on the rocky ledge of the high mountain. His long, dark hair, streaked with fiery red, danced in the gusts of wind, a striking contrast to his cold, stoic demeanour as he watched the chaos below. The pack’s territory; the Fangborn pack, once a bastion of unity and peace, was now burnt with the orange glow of battle. Screams of anguish mixed with the howls of werewolves, both from his gangs and the Fangborn resistance, their shadows darting through the blood-stained earth.Caspien’s slight crimson eyes scanned the scene below him. His face, devoid of emotion, though there was tension shimmering beneath the surface of such a heartless man. His voice was a whisper against the gush of wind, soft even, but commanding. “Just give him up already. I came here for one thing and one thing only: to take ba
CHAPTER 92: UnboundPyra’s povThe throne room was vast and cold, its high ceiling and stone walls lost in shadows as Madraya’s voice echoed like a song carried by the winds of time.“Hear me, the spirit of the old religion,” Madraya who no longer was beside the door of the throne room, but was now six feet behind me chanted, her words resonating with an almost tangible strength and power. “Here comes your child, your long-lost descendant whom you have waited so desperately for. She is here to reclaim her truest position, to cleanse the darkness within her, and accept your flames. May she be replenished by the light of the Moon Goddess. For you, Wanderer, a messenger from the goddess herself, shall accept your one true Alpha.”I couldn’t move. It was as if my muscles were frozen solid as my heart hammered against my rib cage. Ahead of me, the cloaked figure—the Wanderer—stood shrouded in an aura of unnatural crimson light, one so similar to the flames of the throne. Its presence fille
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