The clash of blades rang out across the training yard. The sounds blended with grunts, fists striking flesh, and boots scraping against the ground. To anyone else, it was chaos. To me, it was like a song. It wasn’t just a song to me, it was one I used to know by heart.
I froze. My breath hitched in my throat as I had a flashback.
Two years ago.
The air on the battlefield had been thick with iron and smoke. I remembered the way my enemies’ faces drained of color the instant I stepped into view
I was Brie, The Alpha’s daughter. The warrior no one wanted to face.
My movements had been fast and merciless. Before I even reached their commander, he was already trembling. Some warriors dropped their weapons before my blades touched them, not out of respect but out of fear. They knew my name. They knew my reputation.
I wasn’t cruel. I was unstoppable. That was enough.
And I had loved it. Every fight.. Every victory. Fighting was the rhythm of my soul.
Now…
The vision faded and reality closed in.
I stood still in the courtyard. I felt trapped inside the silk gown I wore. The dress was too tight. It was designed to hug curve of mine the way Alex preferred. I looked elegant, sweet and soft. This wasn’t me. It would never be me.
I hated it.
I needed my blades. I wanted to feel the exhilaration of combat in my veins. But those days were gone. Now I was Luna Brie – Alex’s trophy. He molded me by his vision of what a Luna should be: graceful, submissive, weak. He had made it clear—if I wanted to be his mate, my warrior days had to end.
And I had given it all up for him. That was how much I loved him. I’d do anything for him.
“Your voice must be sweet. Your smile should be even sweeter,” he always reminded me. “A Luna doesn’t fight. She stands behind her Alpha. Her Alpha leads”
The words felt like chains.
On the grounds in front of me, two warriors sparred. I tracked their movements. As they fought, I saw the flaws instantly. The younger one’s grip kept shaking. His stance was too wide. Right now, his left was exposed.
Shift your weight. Drop lower. Sweep the leg. Now, I whispered silently.
But he didn’t. Instead, he lunged. Wrong decision. His opponent spun, knocking him flat on his back.
My jaw tightened. My palms trembled at my sides. I could have stopped that. I could have ended it in seconds.
Every muscle in me screamed to jump down, to fight, to be myself. Instead, I stood still. I stayed silent
Because I wasn’t Brie the warrior anymore. I was Alex’s Luna.
A soft hand touched mine, pulling me out of my thoughts. It was Zelda, my closest friend.
“Brie?” Her eyes searched mine with worry. “You okay?”
I forced my lips into smile “I’m fine. Just tired.”
“You’re sure?” she pressed, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
I nodded, even as the lie burned bitter in my mouth.
Turning away, I left the training yard, letting the sound of steel fade behind me. My reflection caught me in a hallway mirror. My reflection had the perfect posture, perfect poise. I was the ideal Luna. But all I saw staring back was a prisoner.
And then I saw her.
Mia. She was one of the kitchen maids. She was young, pretty, and shaped exactly the way Alex admired. She was hurrying up the east wing stairs with a tray balanced in her hands. She headed toward Alex’s chambers.
I stopped mid-step. Our eyes met for a brief moment. Hers widened before she quickly lowered her head and hurried faster, almost tripping in her haste.
I exhaled slowly. Don’t do this, Brie
It wasn’t the first time. I had noticed servants heading into Mario’s quarters at strange hours, sometimes dressed far too boldly for simple service, sometimes leaving with marks on their skin the next morning.
I had told myself they were rumors, tests of my loyalty. I told myself it was nothing and that he would never do this to me. Because I had once believed in us.
Now? Now I only felt… tired.
By the time I reached my room, my shoulders were heavy. My fingers shook slightly as I reached for the lock when the door burst open. Zelda burst into the room.
“Brie” she shouted
I blinked. “What on earth—?”
“You need to hear this!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement.
I sighed. “Can it wait?”
“No! Absolutely not.” She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her, and revealed a bundle of clothes hidden under her cloak. Her eyes were wide with excitement. “The triplet Alphas of the Obsidian Fang pack are in town. Triplets, Brie And they’re, gods help me—too gorgeous for words. They’re all tall, gorgeous. They are carved like warriors out of stone. I nearly fainted just hearing about them.”
I managed a small laugh. “Good for you.”
Brie narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re not even paying attention.”
I sank onto the bed, feeling exhausted. “Sorry.”
Her grin returned slowly, wickedly. “Then we’ll fix that. You need a distraction.”
I frowned. “What are you plotting?”
“A night out,” she said simply, dropping the clothes in my lap. “Cloak, wig, glasses—you’ll be unrecognizable. No one will suspect a thing. The town’s festival is tonight. There will be music, dancing, drinks. You need this.”
“Zelda, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. Alex’s occupied. He’s busy with… other matters. You’re not doing anything wrong.” Her voice softened “You’ve been suffocating here. Just one night. Breathe again.”
My heart pounded. I stared at the cloak then at her.
Maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was wrong.
But maybe it was the first true choice I’d made for myself in years.
“…Fine.”
Zelda squealed, hugging me. “I knew it!”
I dressed quickly, pulling on the cloak, the wig, the glasses. When I looked at the mirror, the woman staring back was a stranger. And for once, I didn’t mind.
Zelda pushed open the window with a mischievous smile. “After you, Luna.”
My pulse raced as I climbed out. I could feel the fear and exhilaration mixing like fire in my veins.
And for the first time in so long…
I felt alive.
BRIE’S POVThe blade is steady in my hand and it’s pressed tightly against the throat of the man in front of me. His skin is warm beneath the edge, and the smallest push will tear it open. My breathing is heavy. My chest burns with pain I don’t understand, but I hold my ground.I heard his brothers call him Kane.That name rolls in my mind like a curse and a question. Kane. One of the three. One of the alphas who dared to call me their mate.I should feel powerful right now. I should feel in control. But I don’t. My hand trembles. My muscles are weak. I haven’t fully regained my strength since… since Alex’s voice tore through my head. I’m still suffering from the corruption of our bond.Alex. My wretched ex-husband. My so-called mate. The pain of the corrupted bond still burns in my chest. It cuts deeper every time I breathe.I push the thoughts aside and focus on Kane. His green eyes are locked on mine, not with fear but with something that unsettles me even more - amusement. He look
KANE’S POVSleep refused to come.I laid on the wide, empty bed in my chambers, staring up at the ceiling. The night was quiet. The only sound in the room was from the crackle of fire in the fire place. Yet inside me, there was no calm. I was restless. And so was my wolf.Her face haunted me. Brie.She was beautiful. I loved everything about her - the curve of her lips, the fire in her eyes, even the sharpness of her blade when she raised it against us earlier. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, not just in body but in spirit. She was strong.And she was mine. Ours.My wolf growled in agreement inside me, pacing, demanding, pulling. But the thought only made me clench my jaw harder. Fate was cruel. I never believed in it, never trusted it—and yet one glance at her, one breath of her scent, and I knew.She belonged to me. To us. A soft laugh broke my thoughts.“Kane,” a sultry voice whispered.I turned my head to see one of my mistresses slipping into the room. She wore
BRIE’S POVI stared at them in shock. My mouth was dry. My chest rose and fell too quickly.Mate.The word still echoed in my head. I couldn’t believe it. Was I dreaming?I blinked, once, twice, but the vision before me didn’t blur. Three men stood in front of me. they were tall, gorgeous and broad-shouldered. Each of them had a dominant aura that pressed down on my chest. Their presence was raw power—wild, magnetic, impossible to ignore.They looked nearly identical, yet not the same. They were definitely triplets.And they had just called me—me—their mate.My knees wobbled as I tried to stand. The strength I had borrowed from them only moments ago was already slipping away. My legs trembled, and I nearly crumpled again when one of them—the one with piercing green eyes—stepped forward quickly. His hand was half-raised to catch me.“No,” I rasped. I lifted my palm in warning before he could touch me. My pride, my dignity, wouldn’t allow it. “Don’t.”He froze. His hand hung in the air,
BRIE’S POVI walked into the forest. My boots crunched over the dry leaves as I wandered deeper. My cloak clung to my shoulders, but I didn’t feel warm. My body was tired, yet restless. My soul was burning.I’d walked for hours, maybe more. I wasn’t even sure where I was anymore.When I came out from the trees, the land changed. The air grew heavy. The earth itself seemed wounded. The ground was cracked, gray, and lifeless.The barren lands.I froze at the edge of the territory. Every warrior knew this place was dangerous. No pack claimed it. It was too cursed, too wild. Only beasts and outlaws stayed here.A small voice whispered in my head that I should turn back, but I straightened my spine.“I’ve faced worse,” I muttered under my breath.Even if I hadn’t trained in years, the steel in my veins was still mine. My body might not be at its peak, but the warrior in me hadn’t died. Alex hadn’t taken that.I walked forward. Then, I heard a loud growl. My breath caught in my throat as a
TYLER’S POVThe burn of whiskey sat warm in my throat, but it didn’t quite do the job. Not tonight.“Your turn,” the nobleman slurred. His words sloshed together like cheap wine. He was sweating now, blinking hard to stay focused as he lifted his tiny glass with trembling fingers.I leaned back in my chair, relaxed, loose, amused. My legs were sprawled lazily beneath the table. I had one boot hooked on the rung of his chair. The bottle of strong Obsidian Oak whiskey stood between us. It was nearly empty. He had taken three shots. I had taken seven.And yet, I was still breathing. Still smirking. Still deadly clear.“You sure you want to keep going, Lord Finner?” I asked, tipping my glass slightly in his direction. “You look like your liver’s waving the white flag.”“I… I-I can take it…” he hiccupped. “We’re playing till someone confesses.”I raised a brow. “Confesses what?”His face turned red. Not from the alcohol, though that didn’t help. No, this was fury, shame, heartbreak balled
TRISTAN’S POVShe stood in the middle of nothing. It was just her, me and the endless space between.The world bent and twisted around her. it was all shadow and void—but she was light. Her eyes burned like stars. I didn’t know her name, but I knew her. My soul did. My wolf did.I moved toward her. She stepped back.“Wait.”Her lips curved. It was not a happy smile, but the kind carved from scars. The kind that whispered, come and find me… if you dare.I lunged forward. She slipped further away.The space between us stretched and collapsed. My chest heaved, not from tiredness but from need. I felt a hunger so deep inside me that it carved me hollow. My wolf snarled, clawing against my skin. He was desperate. He needed her. I needed her like blood. Like air.Her hand reached out. I reached out as well to touch her. Our fingers grazed—And the dream shattered.-Sunlight came in through the curtains. My eyes opened. I was tangled in sweat and sheets. I wasn’t alone.Two women lay beside