« CLARA »Days pass, and I am finally getting better. My legs have healed, and I no longer need the wheelchair. It feels good to stand on my own again, to walk without help. Savanna and Ravenanna have been by my side through it all, making sure I recover well. They never leave me alone, always making sure I eat, rest, and heal properly. I am grateful to have them. Without them, I wasn’t sure how I would get through this.Now, I am in the rogue pack’s library, surrounded by books loaded up high on the wooden table in front of me. I have been coming here every day since I learned the truth about the crescent moon mark on my arm. Everything I had been told, everything I had suffered for a month now, was built on lies. I wasn't the evil Wolf but someone else was. But that is not enough. Although I'm getting closer to the truth, I could sense there was more to the story, I can feel it in my bones. For some reason, I’m curious to know who she is and I'm bent on finding out. I narrow
« THIRD POV »After Ravenanna was out, neither of them spoke and silence filled the office. Clara’s palms became sweaty, and her mind couldn’t stop wondering what kind of man had saved her that fateful night. The stories she’d heard painted this man in front of her as a cold-hearted monster, yet he had shown her mercy by saving her life when she needed it most.But could he be any more ruthless than Adrian Blackwater?Impossible. Adrian was known to be the most inhumane and ill-tempered man to ever walk on earth. His fame as the King Of Wolves wasn't for decoration. “How have you been faring?” Lusaka finally asked, looking at the woman in front of him but this time, his voice was surprisingly softer than before.Clara blinked, caught off guard by the gentlemanliness in his tone. Had she heard correctly? The same man who exuded dominance and cold authority just now sounded… gentle? Gone was his coldness, now he suddenly appeared approachable. Does he have a double personality di
«CLARA»I stare at Lusaka, my breath catching in my throat.Did I hear correctly?"You can't be serious," I whisper, staring at him like he has lost his mind.But the way he looks back at me, calm, unwavering, completely sure of himself tells me otherwise."Oh, I am serious," he smirks, leaning forward in his chair and staring at me piercingly. Shaking my head, I try to process his words. Be his mistress? Bear his pups? I came here expecting a casual conversation. But this? This is something else entirely."You want revenge, don't you?"I swallow hard.Yes, I want revenge. I want to see Tiara and Ophelia crawl on their knees, begging for mercy. I want Adrian to feel the same heartbreak he made me suffer. I want the entire world to burn for what they did to me.But at what cost?"I can give you power, my protection, my resources, but everything has a price," he continued leisurely. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. A price.And that price is me.Without hesitation,
«CLARA»Back in my room, I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands trembling slightly as I stare at the floor. I have said ‘agreed’ to the Rogue King’s proposal, and now I am alone in my room, waiting for the night to fall. The weight of my decision presses down on me like a heavy stone. The words have left my mouth and there is no taking them back now.Every moment feels heavy, and though I am nervous, I can't let it consume me because I have made up my mind. I needed his help to take my revenge, and I had agreed to pay the price with—my heart, my body, and my pride if it meant I could finally fight back.Abruptly, I hear soft footsteps approaching my door, and I turn my neck. Before I can gather my scattered thoughts, Ravenanna walks in.“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she teases, closing the door behind her.I let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking my head. “I think I might be the ghost.”“Oh!” She chuckles playfully, moving closer to the bed to join me. "Tell me, what’s wro
«CLARA»When the rogue maids approach me, I can’t help but notice disapproval in their eyes. Their gazes hold a mixture of disdain as if they have been told awful stories about who I was. Of course, they all believed I was the cursed wolf. For a moment, I imagine how much freedom -the real bad wolf must be enjoying while I, on the other hand, suffer for her fate.It was all Andromeda and Tiara's fault, because of their greed they used me as a pawn. But unfortunately, for them, it won't last for long because soon, I will retaliate rebelliously! Snapping back to reality, I observe the maids with a calculating stare. If only they knew I was not one to be underestimated.So, I narrow my eyes and give them a cold, piercing glance in return, lifting my chin high and crossing my arms over my chest.The aura around me shifts instantly.It reminded me of my former self when I was still an Alpha female. “If you don't want trouble with me, you better be nice while I'm being nicer,” I simply
«CLARA»I silently watch Shantel as she moves, walking past me like I didn't exist and then blocking the door that led into Lusaka’s room. Shantel. Always the troublemaker. “Going somewhere, Clara?” She sneers at me, and her eyes rake with jealousy over my bewitching appearance. Sure, I knew no man would remain in self-control when they set their eyes on me. For once in my life, I had believed my beauty and charm were enough to hold Adrian’s attraction for me. But unfortunately, I was proved wrong. I shake the thoughts as I try to focus on the present. Meanwhile, the Rogue maids behind me shift uncomfortably, noticing Shantel’s aggression. But I didn't cower, instead, I just tilt my head.Unfazed, I force a calm, nonchalant smile. "Actually, yes. The rogue king requested my presence. So if you’d kindly step aside…” I say coolly but deliberately letting the sentence hang in the air, knowing it will irritate her.“You?” She scoffs, rolling her eyes in disbelief. "Lusaka requested
«CLARA»I stand my ground, unflinching, my gaze watching Shantel as her hand aims toward me, claws bared and ready to strike.Gasps and terrified screams erupt around us, the maid rogues watching in horror, but I remain still. I don’t flinch. I don’t cower.Let her come.A small smirk shows faintly at the corner of my lips as I am about to make my own attack when her sharp claws are about to scratch through my face. But a strong hand shot out, intercepting her.Zack.He catches her wrist in a tight grip, his muscles tensed with restrained irritation. The force of his hold throws Shantel off balance, making her stumble.“Stop, Shantel!” He snaps, his voice a deep growl, his teeth gritted in frustration.Shantel twists in his grasp, wild with rage. “Hm! Let me go, Zack! Leave me!” She spits, her voice shaking with agitation as she struggles against him.But he holds firm.Seeing he wasn't letting go, Shantel's furious mix with surprise eyes dart back to me, she’d expected to see fear, e
«CLARA»The air around me feels thick with tension, but I don’t let it faze me. My fists connect with the punching bag again and again, each strike harder than the last. Sweat drips down my face, stinging my eyes, but I ignore it. The sound of leather creaking under pressure echoes in the training ground as I unleash every ounce of strength I have. My knuckles throb with pain, but I welcome it because it reminds me of how far I’ve come and every punch is a reminder of what I’ve endured to stand where I am today.I feel eyes on me, watching. The other rogue warriors stopped what they were doing and gathered at the edges of the clearing. Some watch in silence, their admiration almost palpable. But the others? They sneer with disdain, whispering behind my back. I know what they’re saying… that I don’t deserve to be here among them, that I used my looks to seduce Lusaka with nothing more than my pretty face into making me the Rogue queen. It’s laughable, really. And even if I did w
«CLARA POV»The morning air was heavy with smoke and the smell of blood. I stood on the broken podium, looking at the crowd. The whole pack was there—rogues and freeborn wolves mixed together. Last night’s battle had left scars—deep ones. It had left the in place in ruins. Buildings were burned. Walls had crumbled. Warriors limped. Pack members in silence. But we were still standing. In the middle of it all, a stage had been set.The whole pack was gathered now, standing in front of the stage. Men, women, children… all with tired eyes. Some held each other. Others stood alone. But every face turned toward me.I stood on the podium, my heart racing inside my chest. My fingers were cold, even though the sun was shining. Lusaka stood on my left. Adrian stood on my right. I could feel their quiet strength behind me.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.My boots clicked softly against the wood as I reached the edge. I glanced down at the crowd who once called me the cursed Wolf. S
«CLARA POV»The morning air was heavy with smoke and the smell of blood. I stood on the broken podium, looking at the crowd. The whole pack was there—rogues and freeborn wolves mixed together. Last night’s battle had left scars—deep ones. It had left the in place in ruins. Buildings were burned. Walls had crumbled. Warriors limped. Pack members in silence. But we were still standing. In the middle of it all, a stage had been set.The whole pack was gathered now, standing in front of the stage. Men, women, children… all with tired eyes. Some held each other. Others stood alone. But every face turned toward me.I stood on the podium, my heart racing inside my chest. My fingers were cold, even though the sun was shining. Lusaka stood on my left. Adrian stood on my right. I could feel their quiet strength behind me.I took a deep breath and stepped forward.My boots clicked softly against the wood as I reached the edge. I glanced down at the crowd who once called me the cursed Wolf. S
«CLARA’s POV»I held my breath.The figure stepped out from the shadows of the trees… and then another.My heart skipped. It was Lusaka and Ravenanna.The air froze. For a moment, no one said a word.The silence was loud.Lusaka’s eyes blinked in confusion. Ravenanna’s mouth was wide open, like she had seen something shocking. "Clara… y-you… Adrian…” Only then did I realize how close I was to Adrian. My hands were still on his back. My body pressed against his.It looked... wrong.I hurriedly stepped away as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t. I pulled away fast, my face burning with heat. Then walked quickly to Lusaka’s side.“It’s not what it you think, Lusaka,” I quickly try to explain, my words stumbling out. “W-we were just talking, that’s all.”Ravenanna glance between me and Adrian, still quiet, and suspicious. Lusaka suddenly chuckled, not what I had expected. The Rogue King was a jealous freak, no difference from Adrian. I had imagined he would explode or star
«CLARA’s POV»Adrian didn’t say a word, he simply just held my hand. And, I didn’t stop him.I know I should have pulled away. I should’ve reminded him of the distance we needed. He has a Luna, and I have a husband. Plus, I also wanted to remind him of the cruel way he rejected me. But right now, none of that mattered. His hand was warm. It felt real. Steady. And a little broken, just like me.We kept walking.Past the building, past the gardens, then deeper into the woods.I didn’t know where he was taking me. I was quiet at first, but the farther we walked, the darker it got, and the more unsure I became.“Adrian…” I finally spoke up, glancing around at the tall trees and thick shadows. “Where are we going?”The alpha king didn’t stop walking. He didn’t look at me either but he let out a low laugh. “Now you're scared, huh? Don't worry, You’ll see,” he told me. “Just wait until we get there.”I frowned, unsure if I should be scared or curious. Maybe both. We kept going. The woods
«CLARA’s POV»I ran into the pack mansion, ignoring the way my heart thudded in my chest like it wanted to break free. My boots echoed loudly against the staircases, each step rushed, each breath tight.“Adrian!” I called, but no one answered. My voice bounced against the empty walls, hollow and small.Where was he?I ran down the hallway, pushing open doors, turning corners too fast. Panic clawed at my chest the more I searched. My eyes darted around wildly—everywhere I searched, he wasn’t there.“Where is he?” I muttered under my breath, stopping in the middle of the hallway. My hands flew to my hair, tugging at it in frustration. I didn’t even know what I would say when I found him—I just knew I had to find him.Defeated, I turned to head back and then… I slammed right into something solid.Fuck! My head hit it hard and I hissed in pain, stumbling backward.“Ugh! What the hell—”But my voice died in my throat.It wasn’t a wall, it was a chest. A broad, warm chest.I blinked, start
«THIRD POV»"Adrian, wait!” That was Clara’s voice, speaking to Adrian’s wolf. However, Magnus was already blinded by resentment, so much all he yearned for was to get his revenge on Marcus Wolf! Meanwhile, Marcus lay flat on the ground outside the hall, bleeding and barely breathing. His once-proud wolf form now looked weak, trembling and broken. Blood soaked into the dirt beneath him, and his fur was ripped in many places. “Haha, scared to kill me?” He growled lowly, his voice full of tease, but the sound held no strength.“I want to torture you so hard you'd beg for death before I kill you, Marcus…” Magnus stood tall above him. His body was huge, muscles stretched tight with rage. His eyes glowed gold, wild and burning with fury. His chest rose and fell heavily, breath coming in rough puffs. He wanted to kill. To end this. To rip Marcus apart just as Marcus had done to his father! He lowered his head, lips pulling back to reveal long, deadly teeth.One bite. That’s all it w
«THIRD POV»Marcus froze in place, his eyes growing wide with fear as Adrian walked into the hall. “T-this is impossible,” he stammered, voice shaking. He took a slow step back, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.The other alphas standing beside him also started backing away. Their proud faces turned pale, and their bodies tensed as if danger had just entered the hall. Disbelief was written on their faces. Clara noticed their sudden change. Confused, she looked from one alpha to another. Why were they scared of Adrian so intensely? Could something have happened before they attacked the Dark Howl pack? Something she didn’t know yet… Andromeda, who always looked calm and full of control, suddenly snapped. “This can’t happen!” she shouted, her eyes sharp with anger and shock as she rushed toward Adrian. “How did you get out of the silver chains?!” Clara gasped loudly, her eyes jumping to Adrian. “Silver chains?” she whispered to herself in disbelief. Fear and then wor
«CLARA’S POV»The hall was growing heavy with silence.“I don’t have to explain anything to you!” Jasmine snapped, standing tall again. Then I caught her hand twitched toward her knife. BANG. My bullet tore through her shoulder before she could move. She screamed, collapsing against the wall. "YOU CRAZY—""Next one goes between your eyes," I said calmly. "Talk." Lusaka eyess widened in realization and he stormed forward, his claws out. "Who else knew?" Jasmine's bloody grin was answer enough. "Too late." Shit. We'd walked right into a trap! Before I could reply, another voice entered the hall.“Well, well, well…”Magnus.He walked in with slow, confident steps like he owned the world. His hands behind his back like a man going for a leisure stroll. Behind him, more footsteps followed. Heavy boots. I felt the ground vibrate as they came closer.The rest of the Alphas walked in after him, one by one, their pack warriors surrounding us from all sides.Alpha Cyrus from the Nor
«CLARA’S POV»Night had fully fallen. The sky was dark like a giant black beast, spreading over everything.The air was cold and quiet. Every step we took was careful. Silent. The leaves under our feet barely made a sound.We had moved deep into the woods until we finally reached the Dark Howl pack border."Wait." I raised my hand to stop everyone. We crouched behind the tall trees. Up ahead, I could see the patrolling guards. Ten of them, walking slowly, talking in low voices, not alert at all."Finish them." One command from me and I nodded at the small group of rogues I had sent ahead. They moved like shadows. Silent and Quick. One by one, they crept up behind the ten patrolling guards. One guard stood watch, yawning. He never felt the hand clamp over his mouth. Never saw the blade flash in the moonlight. A quick jerk—sharp and deep. His body sagged before he could make a sound. Another guard turned, sensing something wrong. Too late. A rogue was already behind him. One hand