LOGINChapter 2
Elena’s POV
After the celebration ceremony, I have not seen Bryson for days. He didn't bring Glenda over, and I wasn't keen on going to them since my Luna work was piling up.
Right now, I was flipping through countless books and pages to keep track of this year's finances when the landline on my desk suddenly rang.
Sighing, I placed the file down and answered, “Hello?”
“I’m sorry, Luna, but I can’t do this anymore. I won’t be treating Mrs. Courtney any further, and I hope you understand.” Dr. Montgomery decided to announce it, which took me in shock.
“Thank you, Dr.” That was all I could say as I personally left my office and met him in the corridor to formally thank him for all his help.
He took a glance back at Courtney’s room and sighed. “This family is just too selfish! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have lasted long in here.”
Oh… So, that’s what happened. Dr. Montgomery had been our family doctor for years. Aside from terrible remarks he must have gotten from them, Glenda's presence probably agitated him the most.
I could only smile a little, knowing he cared for me.
I was about to leave when I heard laughter echoing from Courtney’s room. Hearing another female’s voice, my blood ran cold.
Without thinking twice, I opened the door and saw Courtney lying on the bed while Bryson and Glenda were hand in hand at the side, laughing at something.
As soon as they saw me come in, their smiles immediately faded away, as if I were a nightmare coming to them.
The familiar short-haired woman was the first to react. She came forward and looked at me with those pair of brown eyes that dimmed with masks of pretense. “I’ve heard you want to meet me, Luna. I’m just about to see you later.”
“Is that so?” I asked with authority.
Watching my husband worriedly walk forward to continue holding another woman’s hand to show support brought a chill to my heart. It’s as though a string in me was being pulled, and blood was dripping onto it.
“Your name rings a bell from every corner of the kingdom. Every other woman praises and looks upon you with your distinguished skills and honor. At such a level, let me ask if you are willing to share a position with me?” I asked.
Pointedly looking at her, I continued, “To share not just my title but also my husband?”
“Elena!” Bryson warningly shouted out, but I merely gave him a glare.
Unexpectedly, Glenda put her hand on Bryson’s chest and calmed him down. “It’s okay,” she whispered.
I swallowed as I watched Bryson’s breathing instantly calm. I haven’t even managed to do that…
Smiling calmly at me, Glenda fired back, “The real question here, Luna, is if you are.”
I squinted my eyes at her straightforwardness. After staring at the two of them and rewinding the moment I witnessed earlier of how lovely the three of them looked, I sighed.
“Of course, I am willing to be civil with you,” I replied. I heard Courtney and Bryson sigh in relief, while Glenda remained and looked at me with doubt.
Of course, I was willing. After all, we won’t be sharing anything; I’ll give her everything while I detach myself from this pack, this place, and my husband.
She snickered. “No need to pretend to me, Luna. Sympathetic acts are only useful to men, but I’m no man.”
I laughed at that and vaguely said, “There’s no play in here, Glenda. If you both want to be each other, then why should I put a block on it?”
Snickering, I added, “And sympathetic acts, you say? I don’t need to act to gain one, Glenda. You made it so easy. The second you stepped into this pack and tried to wreck my marriage, everyone already gave it to me.”
“Don’t overdo it, Elena! I’ve let you talk to her so as not to disgrace her!” Bryson immediately came to her rescue.
“Yes, you have to calm down, Elena. It’s all legal. The king gave his word and permission. You have to willingly accept it,” Courtney added.
So what now? They were both on her side?
“As I said to you, as long as you behave, I’ll give you a child. After that…” he tightened his hold on Glenda. “I won’t enter your bedroom ever again.”
“See, my Bryson here is very generous already. He’s even willing to give you a child. Don’t take things the hard way,” Glenda said boldly.
I couldn’t imagine where she was getting all her audacity. My Bryson? MY? They were not even married yet, and she was acting like she had already claimed him.
“Look, it shows my son still cares for you. Don’t be angry, okay? If he dares to mistreat you, I’ll scold him myself,” Courtney said as she pulled me closer to her bed and patted my hand while sweetly gazing into my eyes.
I knew well though that she was only saying that to ease me with this situation.
I let out a bitter laugh. “A child to shut me up? Are you all hearing yourselves?”
I couldn’t believe them. They all sounded so ridiculous!
“What more do you want? You’ll keep your title and everything. You’ll just have someone to share it with you and help you. In my eyes, it’s an advantage.” Courtney shrugged.
“And besides, if it’s power you are looking for, Glenda and I will mostly be back to war occasionally. You’ll be the one in charge of everything like the last year. Nothing much will change, and you’ll care for your child and maybe soon…” Bryson stopped midway and looked sweetly at Glenda as he continued, “You’ll be looking after me and Glenda’s child.”
That… finally ended all of my last bits of patience. Now, they even want to turn me into their own personal nanny.
How convenient for all of them! They have my inheritance to use like their personal bank, myself as their servant, and now a nanny?
Just the thought of that brought fire through my veins.
I felt like everything in me was sucked in. My entire body froze, and my heart went cold.
Looking at Bryson, I stared at him with dimmed eyes and firmly said in an Alpha tone, “Let’s just end this. Reject me, and let’s get a divorce.”
Elena’s POVThe passage of time was marked not by political events, but by milestones. The first Royal Orphanage had been completed, and it was successful. The integration of the first wave of registered rogues was also a success, and, most importantly, the expanding circumference of my waist.Eight months after the wedding that became a battle, the Kingdom was transformed. People started to feel hopeful instead of scared. New laws promised that every kid would have a stable home, and there was a chance for those who messed up to turn things around. Fewer mercenaries were needed, and the outlaws preferred a calm life to a chaotic one.My journey culminated nine months after the wedding, in the same private infirmary wing where Deacon and I had received our wounds and checked on Rafael.I didn't give birth to a Crown Prince. I gave birth to a daughter.Her name was Eliana, a blend of my name, Elena, and a quiet nod to the lunar cycle that governed our world.The final scene of my story
Elena’s POVThe announcement of my pregnancy sparked a celebration, and the news spread throughout the kingdom like wildfire, bringing joy to every nook and giving hope to those still traumatised by the last event.The focus shifted entirely from warrior defence to social stability. We were determined to seal the societal cracks that Glenda, a woman motivated by desperation and ego, had slipped through.I stood in the newly renovated Council Chamber, where the walls were painted a calming cream and gold, eradicating the starkness of the recent decree and presenting my core initiative."The attack showed us a harsh truth," I addressed the assembled Alphas and Elders. "The threat doesn't only come from external armies; it comes from internal despair. The mercenaries Glenda hired were poor, desperate, and disenfranchised. They were wolves who felt they had nothing left to lose. We cannot rule with integrity if parts of our society are forced into the shadows."Deacon stood beside me, his
Elena’s POVThe news about my pregnancy was the biggest and brightest secret we had ever kept for a while. For two weeks, we kept it to ourselves, just enjoying the moment by ourselves first.What’s funny is that after learning about my pregnancy, it looked like Deacon had become a new person. He was always happy and excited, almost like there was a light around him, and well… he became more protective. He insisted on escorting me everywhere and drove the Royal Guard commanders mad by constantly questioning the safety protocols of every single room I entered.By now, I think everyone was already confused by his action.But now we were ready to tell the world, and our first task was to tell Rafael.We sat him down one evening in the library, the setting of so many of his moments. Deacon knelt before him, taking both of the boy's hands."Rafael," Deacon said, his voice soft but serious. "You know you are my son, in every way that matters, correct?"Rafael nodded solemnly. "Yes. I’m the
Elena’s POVThe peace had been completely restored throughout the kingdom, and cheerfulness had begun to spread again as the people felt more at ease.Six weeks had passed since that day, and life had become steadier. Deacon began implementing reforms to further improve the kingdom’s state, while I indulged myself in the new orphanage project I was working on.By this time, it’s not just about moving forward, but about making our future.Everything seemed to be doing fine, but me. I didn’t know why, but since this morning, I have noticed some changes in me. I felt so irritable, so much so that even the perfume I usually smell from Deacon started to annoy me.Then, right now, while I was busy, though only on the chair, I started to feel more exhausted than ever, which led me to rest all afternoon without doing anything, which made me feel like I’m being useless for hours.I’d catch myself nodding off over Council reports, a lapse that hadn't happened even during the immediate healing p
Elena’s POVThree months…Three months had passed since the night of the wedding, since the blood on the ballroom floor and the fire in the gardens. It had taken time, effort, and an army of dedicated staff, but the physical scars of the attack had been erased. The windows were replaced, the furniture restored, and the entire reception hall, where the ballroom had been, had been meticulously polished, ready to host celebrations once more.The emotional healing, however, was a slower process.I stood on the balcony of our room that’s now fully restored and repaired, watching the sunrise. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the scent of newly bloomed lavender and the distant aroma of breakfast cooking downstairs.The kingdom was now at peace. Glenda was a forgotten nightmare in the desolate Southern Wastelands. Bryson was gone, a silent, humble exile. The political fallout had stabilised, cementing Deacon’s position as a King who was fair but absolute in judgment.But the most critical
Elena’s POVThe trial was not prolonged. If anything, it was probably one of the fastest trails I had been on. After all, all the evidence was already at the table, and even the King and Queen were there at the scene to witness all of it. Glenda's crimes were finalised as treasonous, violent, and occurred in full view of the Royal Court and dozens of witnesses. Within forty-eight hours, it was concluded.I sat beside Deacon in the Council Chamber. We were dressed in formal black, a deliberate choice reflecting the sombre weight of the proceedings. Below us, the judges, elders, and select Council members formed a silent circle.When the guards dragged Glenda into the Chamber, her defiance was gone. The wolfsbane and the realisation of her fate had broken her spirit. She was pale, chained, and wept silently, occasionally whispering furious denials, but her voice held no power.The prosecutor, Alpha Valerius, who’s also Lady Elara’s father, volunteered after his daughter's disastrous we







