|| Lilac's POV ||
“You witch!” I snarled, my voice a mixture of pain and fury. My wolf howled within me, her grief echoing my own. But Kael’s expression remained impassive, his loyalty firmly with Coco. The woman who had destroyed my life, who had taken everything from me, stood behind him, her smirk a cruel reminder of my powerlessness.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the bodies of my parents, their lives extinguished so callously, so cruelly. The chains that had bound them now seemed symbolic of the chains that had bound me—chains of duty, of love, of hope. But no more. The girl who had once believed in fairy tales, in happily ever afters, was gone. In her place stood a woman forged in fire and blood, her heart a battlefield of sorrow and rage.
"Tell me, Kael, was she worth slaughtering the entire Royal Beta lineage?" I yelled.
The throne room was a cavern of memories, each stone etched with the echoes of my past. The high vaulted ceilings, adorned with banners of our pack’s crest, seemed to loom over me now, a reminder of the heights I had once reached and the depths to which I had fallen. Kael stood tall, his regal posture unyielding, his golden eyes cold and distant. How did it come to this? How had the man I had helped build an empire become the architect of my ruin?
"Answer me, Alpha King. Or do you still not see blood on your hands? Blood of your own Beta..." my voice choaked.
I stared at him, my heart a battlefield of grief and rage. It was me who had stood by his side when he was nothing but a young wolf with a dream. It was my family, the Royal Beta lineage, who had fought for him, bled for him, and secured his place on the throne. My parents, proud and unwavering, had led armies against the dark witches on the border, their sacrifices ensuring the peace of our lands. And what had it earned them? Silver chains and a traitor’s death. What had it earned me? Betrayal. Humiliation. A love turned to ash.
"They fought for you, day and night...." I screamed. But he remained silent as if my words couldn't even get through him.
"Oh dear. Looks like our Luna has lost her mind," Coco taunted instead and he let her.
My mind drifted to the day Coco had arrived at the palace. She had been a fragile thing then, her eyes wide with fear, her hands trembling as she knelt before me. “Please,” she had begged, her voice trembling, “let me stay. I have nowhere else to go.” I had been foolish, so foolish. I had seen her as a lost soul in need of shelter, not the viper she truly was. Kael had taken her in, not as a servant, but as his concubine. And though I had been his Luna, his chosen mate, it was always her. Always Coco. Her presence had been a poison, seeping into the cracks of our bond, widening them until they were irreparable.
And now, here I was, kneeling before her. The irony was not lost on me. The woman I had once pitied now stood above me, her delicate features twisted into a mask of triumph. My parents’ bodies lay cold and lifeless behind me, their blood staining the marble floor. The chains that had bound them still clinked faintly, a haunting reminder of their final moments. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to contain the storm raging within me.
"So you still remember that I am the Luna and your queen," I growled.
"Are you?" Coco’s lips curled into a smirk, her fingers tracing delicate patterns over the hilt of a dagger she had yet to sheath. The same dagger that had stolen my mother’s last breath. My entire body trembled with the force of my fury, but I refused to let her see it. I would not give her the satisfaction of knowing she had shattered me completely. Not yet.
"Was I ever anything to you?" The question screamed inside me, tearing at my insides like claws. "Was any of it real?"
Kael’s gaze flickered, just for a moment, a shadow of something unreadable passing through his golden eyes. Regret? Guilt? I did not know, and I no longer cared. Whatever softness I had once believed existed within him had died the moment he let my parents be slaughtered like animals. My love for him had been an unbreakable chain, binding me to him through every hardship, every storm. Now, it lay in pieces at my feet, as worthless as the promises he had made me.
A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat, raw and laced with sorrow. "Tell me, Kael," I whispered, my voice a ghost of what it once was.
"Was it worth it? Was she worth the blood?" My eyes flickered to Coco, whose smirk only deepened, satisfaction glimmering in her dark eyes.
Kael’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing. The silence was louder than any answer he could have given me.
Coco stepped closer, her silk dress swishing against the marble floor.
"You should have left when you had the chance," she mused, her voice like honey laced with venom. "But I suppose you were always too stubborn for your own good. Now look at you. Broken. Defeated. Alone."
Alone. The word echoed in my mind, a cruel mockery of everything I had once had. But she was wrong. I was not broken. Not yet. My heart still beat, my lungs still drew breath, and as long as I lived, so did my vengeance. I would not fall. Not here. Not like this.
Lifting my chin, I met Coco’s gaze head-on, letting the fury in my eyes burn as brightly as the fire in my soul.
"Enjoy your victory while you can," I murmured, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me. "Because one day, Coco, you will kneel before me. And when that day comes, I will make sure you remember every drop of blood you spilled."
Her smirk faltered for the briefest of moments, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face before she masked it with a scoff. "Empty threats from a fallen queen. How pitiful.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a guttural growl, I lunged at Coco, my wolf surging to the surface. My claws extended, my fangs bared, and for a moment, I saw fear flicker in her eyes. Kael was caught off guard, his reflexes slowed by shock. I shoved him aside, my paw connecting with his chest, sending him sprawling onto his back. Coco was beneath me now, her tiny frame pinned under my weight. I glared down at her, my growl reverberating through the hall. This was her doing. She had orchestrated this nightmare, manipulated Kael, destroyed my family. She had taken everything from me.
I could feel the heat of her fear, the rapid beat of her heart beneath my paw. My wolf urged me to finish it, to tear out her throat and end her reign of terror. But before I could act, Kael’s hand closed around my hind leg, yanking me backward with brutal force. I crashed into the corner of the hall, the impact forcing me to shift back into my human form. My body ached, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to rise.
Kael’s voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and unyielding.
“I denounce you as my Luna,” he declared, his words striking me with the force of a physical blow.
“And I reject you as my mate. I am severing our bond.” He turned away from me, his attention focused on Coco as he lifted her from the ground, cradling her protectively in his arms. The tenderness in his touch was a dagger to my heart, a reminder of what I had lost.
“What should we do with her, Alpha?” one of the warriors asked, his voice devoid of emotion.
Kael didn’t even look at me as he replied, his tone as cold as the winter wind. “You can have your way with her. And once you’re done, get rid of her.”
His words shattered what little remained of my soul. I had given him everything—and this was my reward. Betrayal. Abandonment. Death. The warriors moved toward me, their eyes gleaming with malice, but I was already crawling away, my body trembling with exhaustion and despair.
My hand brushed against something cold and metallic. A dagger, forgotten on the floor. I clutched it tightly, the weight of it grounding me in the moment. My vision blurred with tears as I pressed the blade to my stomach.
“Moon Goddess,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“Forgive me. I was not the Luna you expected of me. Forgive me, Mom, Dad. I have failed you too.”
A single tear rolled down my cheek as I closed my eyes, the dagger poised to end my suffering. If I were to get another chance, I vowed silently, I would never walk this path again. I would never trust so easily, love so blindly. I would rise from the ashes of my shattered life, stronger, fiercer, unbroken.
But as the blade pressed into my skin, a spark of defiance ignited within me. No. I would not give them the satisfaction of my death. Not like this. Not while they still breathed. With a trembling hand, I lowered the dagger, my resolve hardening.
Goddess, was this your justice? I was the Luna Queen anc that was the death I deserved! I fell slowly in a cold dark place.
|| Lilac's POV ||The world around me was a blur of color and sound, a cacophony of laughter, music, and applause that seemed to echo from every corner of the grand hall. The golden chandeliers overhead bathed the room in a warm, flickering glow, casting dancing shadows across the polished marble floors. Velvet banners adorned the towering walls, embroidered with the crest of our pack, the symbol of unity and strength, things I no longer believed in.My head spun, my thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and disbelief. One moment, I had been on the cold, unforgiving floor of the throne room, a dagger pressed to my stomach, my heart shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. The next, I was here, standing in the midst of a celebration I had lived through once before, a celebration that had marked the beginning of my downfall.A tight, warm hug jolted me back to the present. The familiar scent of lavender and honey enveloped me, a scent that once meant home, comfort, safety. My breat
“Forgive me, my queen,” my mother’s voice broke through the silence, soft and apologetic. I turned to see her bowing slightly, her hands clasped in front of her. “She is a bit overwhelmed, it seems.” Her smile was strained, her eyes darting to me with a mixture of pride and concern. I wanted to tell her the truth, to explain that this was not overwhelming but a deep, seething resistance bubbling beneath the surface. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. “It is normal indeed,” Luna Cassandra replied, her voice smooth and reassuring. “Lilac is only eighteen, and we are bestowing a great responsibility upon her shoulders.” Her words were kind, but they did little to ease the turmoil within me. In my past life, this woman had been a pillar of strength, a figure I had admired and respected. But I knew the truth now. She had done everything for her son, Kael, even when it meant siding with him as he brought Coco into our lives. She had called it normal, a necessary part of life for an Alpha
|| Lilac’s POV ||"May I?" Kael asked, extending his hand. I forced a smile.The crowd cheered as Kael led me to the dance floor. His grip on my hand was tight, like he already owned me. The music was soft, but I felt nothing but anger.I hated this. I hated his fake smile, his hand on my waist, his pretend love. Every step felt like I was betraying myself.How did I end up here again? I had a second chance to change things, but here I was, dancing with the man who ruined me. Memories of my past life came rushing back— Kael’s betrayal, his cold words as he left me to die.“You dance well,” Kael whispered, his breath hot on my ear. I shivered, disgusted.“Practice makes everything perfect," I said, keeping my voice steady. In my past life, I’d learned to pretend to enjoy your company.The music dragged on, each note a reminder of what I’d lost. When it ended, I walked away, leaving the cheers behind.In my past life, I’d been naive. That version of me died betrayed and broken. This time
|| Lilac’s POV ||The morning sun lit up my room as I woke up, the shadows of a restless night still lingering. My first thought was to reach out to Runa, my wolf. But there was no response. My heart raced as I tried again, but still nothing. She was barely there. Something was wrong. Why had I been given this second chance? It didn’t make sense. The smell of pancakes pulled me back to the present. Downstairs, I could hear the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of plates. It felt like home, like the life I’d fought so hard to protect. I dressed carefully—a blouse, a pencil skirt, and heels. As I walked downstairs, the smell of pancakes and coffee grew stronger. My family was in the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes. Dad sat at the table with his coffee, and Ezra, my younger brother, was reading a book. He looked so much like Dad, with the same dark hair and sharp features. Everything felt normal, and I wanted to keep it that way. “Good morning, sweetpea,” Dad s
|| Lilac’s POV ||The press room was chaos—reporters rushing, keyboards clacking, and the smell of coffee and ink filling the air. I moved through it like a shadow, my heart racing. There was no time to hesitate. My mission was clear: plant a document that would cast doubt on Kael’s new “miracle pills.” If I could spark enough suspicion, it might buy me time to gather real proof before it was too late. I spotted a messy table near the wall, papers scattered everywhere. Perfect. No one would notice one more sheet. I flipped through the pile, pretending to search for something, and slipped my document in. It was subtle—just a few lines questioning the safety of the pills. A small spark, but enough to start a fire. As I stepped back, my fingers tingled. Every nerve screamed at me to leave before someone noticed. I forced myself to walk calmly, blending in with the frantic energy of the room. But with each step, doubt crept in. Was this the right thing to do? Was I any better than Kael i
For the first time, Kael’s carefully maintained composure cracked. He pushed up from his chair so abruptly that it scraped against the marble floor with a piercing screech. His palms slammed against the table, the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. “Shut the fuck up!” he roared. The entire room fell deathly silent. A shiver ran through me, not from fear, but from exhilaration. The mighty Future Alpha King had lost control. I flinched, curling my shoulders inward as if I had been struck by his rage. My lower lip trembled, and I ducked my head, playing the part of the fragile, pitiful she-wolf who had been scolded for nothing more than speaking the truth. Let them see me as the wounded mate, let them whisper about how their future Luna had been humiliated in front of them all. Inside, I was smirking. The game had started, and I was winning. “Kael.” Alpha Asher’s voice boomed through the tense air, steady and commanding. “She will be your Luna. Treat her with re
|| Lilac's POV ||The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. My knuckles ached from how tightly I'd been gripping the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my desperate hold. The damage was done. Kael's public meltdown, the wolfsbane scandal, the press swarming like vultures— it was all out there now, immortalized in headlines and gossip columns. And then there was me. His future Luna. The woman he'd humiliated in front of the entire kingdom. A bitter laugh nearly escaped me. How quickly the mighty fall. But beneath the anger, beneath the sting of betrayal, something else pulsed through me—relief. Because now, finally, I had my opening. While Kael scrambled to salvage his reputation, I could disappear. No more expectations. No more pretending. Just... freedom. The familiar sight of our home should have comforted me. Instead, it felt like a gilded cage I was about to break free from. I barely managed to shut off the engine before the front door f
|| Lilac’s POV ||The morning sun spilled through my curtains, painting my room in soft gold. I stretched, savoring the quiet... rare these days. The past week had left me raw, scraped thin, but I needed to pull myself together. Today was about moving forward. Then the doorbell rang. I frowned. Who the hell shows up this early? Padding downstairs, the marble floor cool under my bare feet, I hesitated before opening the door. And there he was. Kael. Of course. He stood on my doorstep, those golden eyes glinting like he’d already won something. In his hands? A massive bouquet of roses— deep red, velvety, expensive. The kind he used to bring me every time he screwed up. My stomach twisted. Back then, I’d thought it was romantic. Sweet, even. Now? I knew better. It wasn’t an apology. It was a reset button. A way to erase whatever he’d done, wrapped in pretty paper and thorns. "Good morning, Lilac." His voice was smooth, effortless. He held out the flowers like an offerin
|| Alaric’s POV ||The drive to the venue was quiet, the weight of the night pressing down on me. The grand hall was lit up with thousands of twinkling lights, the air filled with the scent of flowers and perfume. The sound of music and laughter echoed through the space, but it all felt distant, like a dream I couldn’t quite reach.I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the crowd. The room was filled with people, their masks and gowns creating a sea of color and movement. But I wasn’t here for them. I was here for her.And then, I saw her.Lilac stood at the edge of the room, her gown shimmering under the light. Her hair was styled in loose curls, and her makeup was subtle but elegant. She looked like a queen, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Our eyes met, and the world around us faded away. It was just the two of us, the connection between us undeniable. But then, she looked away, her expression hardening as she turned and disappeared
|| Lilac’s POV || The night of the Eclipse Ball arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. The dress my mom had chosen was stunning— a deep wine red that brought out the gold in my eyes, the fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. My hair was styled in loose curls, and my makeup was subtle but elegant. I looked like a queen, but I didn’t feel like one. My heart was heavy, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I had spent the past few days preparing for this night, but now that it was here, I felt unprepared. The thought of seeing Alaric again, of facing him after everything that had happened, made my chest ache. But I couldn’t let my feelings get in the way. Not tonight. I took a deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of my dress, and turned to leave the room. My parents were waiting for me downstairs, their expressions filled with pride and excitement. “You look beautiful, sweetpea,” Mom said, her eyes shining with t
|| Lilac’s POV ||My pulse pounded as memories resurfaced, clearer now than they had been before. This was the very night Kael had recommended Astrid Moonvale to Alexander. The Moonvale family was powerful— wealthy, politically influential, and deeply connected in the capital.And Astrid…Astrid and Alexander had mated that night.It had been seen as a union of strength. Their bond had given Alexander an undeniable boost, solidifying his pack’s position in the political arena. But it hadn’t been long before he found his true mate— after he had already marked Astrid. The scandal that followed had sent shockwaves through the werewolf community, tainting his reputation and shaking his pack’s foundation.And who had stepped in to clean up the mess?Kael.He had turned the scandal into an advantage, using it to his benefit, weaving his way into Alexander’s inner circle as a trusted ally and savior. Both the families were grateful to Kael.
|| Lilac's POV || The days passed in a blur, each one heavier than the last. I stayed in my room, the curtains drawn, the world outside feeling distant and unimportant. My thoughts were a tangled mess, my heart torn between the life I wanted and the destiny I feared. Alaric’s words echoed in my mind, his possessiveness, his declaration that I was his. But the Moon Goddess’s vision loomed over me, a constant reminder of the stakes. If I didn’t find my mate, everyone I loved would suffer. My parents, Ezra, Elara… and Alaric. The thought was unbearable, but so was the idea of defying fate. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, when the door creaked open. My mom stepped in, her presence warm and comforting. She carried a tray of snacks, the scent of freshly baked cookies filling the room. “Hey, sweetpea,” she said, her voice soft and filled with concern. “I brought you some snacks.” I forced a smile, though it felt brittle on my lips. “Thanks, Mom.”
|| Third-Person POV ||As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky burned in hues of deep crimson and violet, casting eerie shadows over the dense forest. The towering pines whispered with the cool evening breeze, but Coco barely noticed. Every step she took was calculated, precise— yet her heart pounded violently in her chest.She was no stranger to danger.No stranger to playing the part she needed to survive.This was her moment. This was her chance to turn the tide.She had spent too long clawing her way into Kael’s world, too long playing the submissive role, waiting for the moment she could prove her worth. Now, the moment had come. If she succeeded tonight, there would be no question— Kael would be back in the election game. He would see her, need her, choose her.All she had to do was get inside the pack.The guards spotted her almost immediately as she emerged from the treeline, their keen eyes narrowing in suspicion.
|| Kael’s POV || The heavy oak doors of the study creaked open as I stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and leather filling my nostrils. My father sat behind his desk, his expression dark and unreadable, while my mother stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. The tension in the room was palpable, a thick fog of disappointment and frustration that made it hard to breathe. “Where have you been?” My father’s voice was low, edged with barely restrained anger, but it was his eyes that made my blood run cold. They bore into me, sharp and accusing, as if he already knew the answer but wanted the satisfaction of hearing me admit it. I didn’t flinch under his scrutiny, but my pulse pounded in my ears. My mind raced for an excuse, something that wouldn’t set him off even more. “I was busy,” I said finally, keeping my voice even, though the lie sat heavy on my tongue. His lips curled in displeasure. “Busy doing what?” Before I could r
|| Alaric’s POV ||I gritted my teeth. She didn't even want her parents to know about us!Marcus let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Damn, Alaric. You really don’t do things the easy way, huh?”I shot him a glare. “Wouldn’t be any fun if I did.”He smirked. “Oh, because stealing your brother’s ex and making her your Luna is so much fun?”I growled. “She was never his.”Marcus held up his hands again.“Relax, big guy. I know. I just like seeing you lose your cool.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “So, what’s the plan? You gonna tell her? Or are you just going to keep looking at her like she hung the damn moon and hope she figures it out?”I clenched my jaw.Lilac was already tangled in my world in ways she didn’t understand.She had been reborn into it.Fated to it.To me.But she didn’t know that yet.And I had no idea how to tell her.“She’ll know when she’s ready,
|| Alaric’s POV || I stepped out of the car, the cool night air doing little to calm the storm inside me. The packhouse loomed before me, its familiar silhouette offering no comfort. I walked inside, the sound of my footsteps echoing in the empty halls. My office was my sanctuary, the one place where I could shut out the world and focus. But even there, Lilac’s presence haunted me. I sat at my desk, the files in front of me blurring as my mind wandered. The memory of her in my arms, the way she had looked at me, the way she had kissed me— it all played on a loop in my mind. But then, the doubt crept in. The way she had pulled away, the way she had questioned our bond. It gnawed at me, a constant ache in my chest. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I exhaled sharply, trying to rein in my emotions before calling out, “Come in.” The door creaked open, and Marcus stepped in, his usual smirk plastered on his face. His dark eyes gleamed with amusement
|| Lilac's POV ||Elara didn’t hesitate. She moved to sit beside me, her arm wrapping around my shoulders in a comforting embrace. “Talk to me,” she said, her tone gentle but firm.I wanted to tell her everything— about the Moon Goddess’s vision, about the destruction I had seen, about the fear that was eating me alive. But the words caught in my throat, and all that came out was a single name. “Alaric.”Elara sighed, her expression a mix of frustration and sympathy. “Gosh, Lil. If you like him that much, why are you still looking for a soulmate?” she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.I couldn’t reply. My throat felt tight, my chest heavy with emotions I couldn’t put into words. I just sat there, numb, staring at the cold cup of coffee in front of me.Elara leaned back, her arms crossed over her chest as she studied me. “I mean, this is ridiculous,” she said, her tone shar