His Almighty Luna

“Who do you think you are?” The guard spat, a cruel chuckle cutting through the dark. “We’re supposed to just leave her? You’ve got a lot of nerve, stranger. Let me teach you a lesson.” He raised his sword and lunged into the gloom. A heavy *thwack* sliced through the quiet, and his head rolled onto the dirt before his body even hit the ground. The second guard gasped, reaching for his weapon to charge, but a flash of silver cut through the night. His head severed from his shoulders in a single breath, collapsing beside his comrade. My entire body trembled violently as the towering figure stepped out of the shadows. The pitch-black darkness swallowed his features, leaving only the fierce glow of his crimson eyes. “Please...” I stammered, shrinking back against the dirt, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Don’t kill me.” He dropped to one knee, leaning in until his heavy, warm breath fanned across my cheek. “How could I kill you,” he whispered, his voice a deep baritone that vi

Before I could process what was happening, the guards hauled me out of the dungeons and dragged me up into the main hall of the palace. My father stood in the center of the room, his face pale and contorted in sheer panic. Beside him, my stepmother, Sarah, paced back and forth across the marble floor like a caged beast. The second my father's eyes landed on me, a sudden wave of relief washed over his features. “Take those chains off her immediately!” he commanded, waving his hand frantically at the guards. “Get the maids! Put her in the finest dress we have! Apply her makeup—make her look breathtaking without wasting another second!” Angela’s jaw dropped. “Father? But I thought she was supposed to be dead! She killed the guards, remember?” “This is for everyone's survival, Angela,” he snapped, his voice trembling with an underlying terror. “Do you remember the ancient debt I owed to the late Alpha Jarosa? His son—the Lycan King everyone whispers about, the butcher they call the V

Sarah’s POVThe heavy silk curtains in my private bedchamber swayed gently in the evening breeze, but nothing in the quiet room could calm the storm raging inside my chest. I paced back and forth across the polished hardwood floor, the heels of my shoes clicking against the ground in a fast, nervous rhythm. Up and down I went, crossing from the carved wooden wardrobe to the tall glass window, unable to sit still for even a single second.My mind was a tangled knot of fury, fear, and sheer disbelief. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to banish the horrific image from my head, but it refused to leave: Jade. That wretched, worthless girl was still walking freely. She was still breathing. She was still alive.How could I have let this happen? My chest heaved as I sucked in a sharp, bitter breath. We had been so close. The plan had been absolute perfection. The entire pack had believed the lie, my husband had signed her death warrant without a second thought, and the execution guards had dra

Jade’s POV The heavy iron chains clattered loudly against the stone floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall as the guards dragged the three new captives forward. The guards shoved them without a shred of pity, forcing them to stand in a line right next to me. I looked at the three girls, my heart sinking as I took in their appearances. The first girl stood out immediately. She was very tall, striking, and undeniably beautiful, carrying an arrogant air even as a prisoner. The second girl was quiet and plain, wearing thick eyeglasses that kept sliding down her nose; she seemed remarkably normal compared to the dark, violent atmosphere of this fortress. Then my eyes landed on the third girl, and my stomach twisted. She was tiny, looking no older than sixteen years old. Her entire frame was trembling violently, her knees shaking so badly she could barely keep her feet. Heavy tears streamed down her red, blotched cheeks as she sobbed out loud, completely consumed by terror.

Jade’s POV Alpha Nicolai didn't flinch at the deadly threat. He stood his ground on the raised dais, his handsome face remaining calm as he looked straight into Lucien’s furious crimson eyes. "You won't be killing anyone today, brother," Nicolai murmured softly, his tone laced with quiet firm conviction. "I know you are high out of your mind right now. Please, just go to your quarters and get some rest." Lucien didn't bother to answer him. He completely ignored his brother’s words, turning his towering frame away from the shattered remnants of his obsidian throne. With slow, deliberate steps, Lucien marched off the dais and walked straight toward where I stood. My heart hammered violently against my ribs like a trapped bird. My hands trembled at my sides, my legs feeling like cold jelly as he closed the distance between us. I couldn't move; I couldn't even force my eyes to leave his terrifying, shadowed face. He stopped less than a foot away, his massive shadow completely engulf