Elena's POV
I looked around my room with a sense of warmth slowly creeping into my cold heart. In this very same room last year, I was left alone by my husband on our wedding night, feeling cold and alone.
Instead of the cuddles and kisses I was expecting, I received hurried words of goodbye from him, for the King called him to fight in a battle against the Rogues.
And for the year that came, I was in charge of all the pack issues as I awaited for his comeback.
Standing in front of the empty halls, I stared at the picture of the only family I had left, my husband, the Alpha of Swiftridge Pack – Bryson Renner.
Yes, the only family I had…
Years ago, my father and six brothers died in an unfortunate attack from the Rogues alongside most of our pack’s significant members. With their absence, my in-laws treated me well. So, when my father-in-law was injured in a war, I didn’t think twice about using every means I had to help the new family I had, the Swiftridge Pack.
Though no one asked, I worked to be the best Luna they needed. I would even use my own inheritance to improve the living of their packs and ensure that Bryson’s mother, Courtney, who was sick, was well taken care of. I’ve looked around for the best doctor to check on her and brought every medicine she needed, no matter what the cost.
Although I’ve been a full-time housewife who’s very different from the warrior I’ve been brought up to be, I’m still looking forward to my bright future after reuniting with my Alpha husband.
I smiled as I admired his photo on the wall. He’s a great warrior on the battlefield, but when he was with me, he was nothing but sweet and gentlemanly.
Due to my mother’s last wish, I turned my back from being a warrior and heeded her wishes for me to get married, have children, and lead a peaceful life.
And on her last day in the hospital, Bryson came to her bedside and vowed to her that he’d treat me well for the rest of his life.
Now, the war had ended, and he won another battle that brought glory to the kingdom. Joyful of his return, I held a grand celebratory event to welcome him back.
I was wearing a beautiful midnight blue gown with sparkles on its hem, and I did my makeup and hair. I prepared so well for this, but as I walked toward the hall where the celebration was being held, my in-laws couldn’t even look at me, and the other elders and high-ranking members stared at me with sympathy.
What’s happening? I wondered in confusion.
My questions were then thrown out of the window the second I saw Bryson coming down the stage. A smile immediately formed on my lips as I watched him walk closer and closer to me.
His brown eyes were sparkling with…
My eyes narrowed.
“Elena, I need to talk to you,” he spoke so earnestly that his baritone voice brought a chill to my spine.
"Elena, I've found my fated mate." His words hung in the air after he repeated them, and I saw him smile with a depth of joy I had never seen before.
His hazelnut eyes sparkled with unbridled joy, a stark contrast to the storm raging in my heart, as he continued, "…and I am marrying her."
My wolf, Ava, whimpered inside of me while I froze in bewilderment.
When I opened my lips, ready to refute, he thoughtlessly handed me a letter with the familiar seal of the kingdom.
A cold sweat formed on my forehead, and my legs almost became weak at the sight of it. The last time I received that letter was when the kingdom showed their earnest gratitude and apology when my father and six brothers died in war.
"W-what's that?" I asked.
The last time I received it, I lost the people I love. What would I lose now?
As I grabbed the letter and read it, Bryson spoke, "The King, himself, granted a verdict for my marriage with Glenda. She'll be joining our pack."
It wasn't a question or a suggestion. It's a statement.
Glenda… So, she's his fated mate. How could I not know her? She's, after all, a well-known warrior.
Straightening up my back and keeping calm, I asked, "Glenda… She's a respected warrior from the kingdom, looked up to by every woman and valued by the royal family’s safety forces. Will she be willing to marry you without any title?"
“Without a title? Of course, she’ll be my legal wife and Luna, just like you. You and her will be equal in everything, standing side by side in handling our pack’s affairs.
Legal? Same as me?
I sneered in utter disbelief. “The same? Do you really think making things legal won’t change the fact that she’s a mistress?”
“Don’t call her that! She’s my fated mate, and we earned this marriage by battling through death in the rogue war. You just have to live with that!”
Live with that? That phrase made my ear twitch as it repeatedly echoed in me.
The audacity he had to say such a thing right in my face was beyond me.
“Are you hearing yourself?” I asked, looking at him with eyes filled with betrayal. “Have you forgotten what you promised me on our marriage a year ago?”
He was stunned for a bit. His eyes dimmed as he got lost in thoughts before they glinted with guilt that quickly vanished.
A year ago, right after our marriage ceremony, he brought me to the lakeside near the venue where our ceremony was held.
The moonlight shone before us, and he pulled me beside him, holding me by my waist while we stared at the moon.
He slowly turned his head and whispered his vow right into my ears, which brought butterflies to my belly and warmth to my heart.
“Remember this day, my Love. From today onwards, I’d love no one else but you. You’ll be the only woman in my life.”
My heart was pumping so wild with happiness. I turned my head and met his gaze. “What if you find your fated mate?”
Holding my chin with his thumb and index finger, he lifted my head up and made me stare closer at him. “It won’t change a thing.”
I thought I was very lucky then, but it turned out. It was just a blissful dream I was so cruelly woken up from.
That same man who promised me a lifetime was now looking at me with indifference as he firmly said, “Forget about that. I was clueless then. I love Glenda, and the moon goddess blessed us. We were meant for each other.”
I felt like something in me vanished, and I felt so empty. But despite that, I need answers. Staring at him, I indifferently said, “I want to talk to her.”
“Elena!” he growled protectively.
He took a threatening step toward me. “Don’t you dare cause any unnecessary trouble! You are still a Luna. As long as you properly serve my family and this pack, I promise to give you a child in the future.”
I looked at him in disbelief.
I never thought he’d be so arrogant, totally different from the person he was when he asked my mother for my hand in marriage.
A child? Serve? What did he take me for, a servant? And since when did a child become a piece of reward?
The more he spoke, the more absurd he sounded to me. It’s ridiculous!
Raising my head high, I took a deep breath and pursed my lips as I uttered with conviction, “Then, as the current and only Luna of this pack, I am commanding that you bring her to me.”
Elena’s POVThe silky fabric of my wedding gown glides perfectly against my skin; every inch seems to be perfectly sized for me. We were now inside, for finalisation of choices. Trying on fittings so only final adjustment on their workshop would be needed later on.My imagination finally coming more and more alive.I felt the attendants coming to my aid, clasping my back, laying the hem of the gown perfectly to the ground, and whispering praises, but my mind was far from the joy the wedding bells were showering on everyone. My eyes were stuck in the mirror in front of me, but my vision was far from perfect. Instead, it’s on the red invitation stabilised on the table beside the watchroom, soothed by its intricate golden writing of Bryson’s name.Yes… It’s a wedding invitation.I was, without a doubt, flabbergasted, but not because my ex-husband was getting married, but because he’s getting married for the third time, and it’s not Glenda.Apparently, the king was furious about how he
Elena’s POVThe palace felt different in the following weeks. For the first time in years, I woke not to the call of duty or the clatter of steel, but to list the types of fabrics, flowers, and menus. Strange. That’s more of planning life rather than fighting for life, and yet I was enjoying every moment of it. Each day carried me closer to my wedding with Deacon. Though the rumours never stopped and even became worse since that encounter with Glenda and Bryson at the marketplace.Even with the rumours circling around, I could hear the laughter of the servants as they measured drapes and polished silver as a part of my wedding preparation. Everyone inside the palace helped me, no matter what they were thinking about me. Couriers came and went with swatches of silk. The cooks were also there whispering about the feast preparation.It was a different kind of chaos, and I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t want to compare, but I felt a different kind of happiness, too, while preparing fo
Elena’s POVRafael pressed his body closer to mine. I could feel my nephew trembling. I looked at him. There was confusion and fear on his face.In my ears, I could hear the whispers of the crowd so loud as they continued to fix their gazes on us. Rafael remained by my side.Glenda’s words seemed to stay in the air.Illegitimate.Unfaithful.Glenda made sure that everyone in the marketplace would hear those words. Bryson, her ex-husband, stood by the woman’s side. It was as if I were the one who had done them wrong. His mother was standing beside them, looking satisfied with what was happening. I knew that they really planned to meet me in a place. They have successfully cornered me, but I wouldn’t give them what they desire. I may have lived in the palace now with Deacon, but I was still a warrior once.I had faced many men twice my size with steel in their hands, and I hadn’t flinched even a little. So, why should I feel fear towards these people?“Elena,” and that voice cut throug
Elena’s POVRafael’s small hand slipped into mine. He held me so tight as if he could feel danger around him all of a sudden.I felt my heart beating so fast, but I forced myself to be steady.Glenda walked forward towards our direction. The crowd parted without a word, as if they were really making a way for her. She took time taking every step. It was as if she wanted me to feel every step she took so I could feel that she had finally cornered me.By the time she stopped, I couldn’t explain, but my throat felt dry. I told myself that I was once a warrior. I had faced enemies stronger than her, so I had to be brave to whatever this woman was about to say and do.Glenda’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “We need to talk.”And in that moment, I knew that whatever she had to say would cut me deeper.I straightened. Every instinct from years of battle became alive inside of me again. I knew that would not be a very friendly meeting at all.I could feel that there was something in her voice.
Elena’s POVWe’re back. Back at the palace, where Rafael was given proper care, Deacon’s injury was already fully healed thanks to his Lycan blood.I thought I had gotten used to whispers by now. I thought I had accepted that being with Deacon means rumours here and there. I've already grown accustomed to hearing gossip about Deacon’s past, wealth, and reputation.But this time, it was not about those things. It was about me and, worse, about my nephew, Rafael.My life in the palace was supposed to be a new beginning for me and Rafael, but it felt more like I was trapped. Every word, every movement and breath I took seemed to echo through the walls, and strangers acted as if they knew me better than myself at all.I was a warrior. I had faced blades and bullets. I encountered ambushes, but I must admit that nothing had prepared me for this.I didn’t realise that words could slice deeper than steel.I knew myself as unbreakable, so why was I now feeling this way?Why was I flinching in
Elena’s POVAfter taking the antidote, Rafael remained calm, and he finally fell asleep. His breathing was still uneven, but it was steadier than before. It only meant that the antidote worked, though I must admit that the poison left my nephew weak and restless.Anger was inside my chest toward the people who did this to him.I tucked him into the backseat of the car and covered him with a blanket. I gently brushed his hair from his forehead.“I will do my best to protect you from harm. For now, I am thankful that the antidote is working. But I promise, you will get through this,” I said and gave him a kiss on his forehead.But my heart was still unsettled. Not only because Rafael attacked me and almost hurt me. His sudden lunge would really rip me if not for Deacon. The wild look in his eyes was really scary. But my heart was also overwhelmed when Deacon stepped in between me and Rafael without thinking of his own safety.At that moment, Rafael didn’t know what he was doing. The poi