LOGINChapter 3
Elena’s POV
Silence momentarily filled the air after I said that as if they were weighing things out and had come to a realization.
Severing our ties completely would be the best solution for all this mess.
For the entire year, I had been an exceptional Luna, bringing improvements to our pack in every aspect. I was even using my own money to finance everything because the Swiftridge Pack didn’t have enough finances of their own.
Well, they must have realized it.
If I leave, the pack would feel my absence so bad, and that would cause a massive stir in the pack as the members would significantly feel the impact of my absence.
I watched as Bryson clenched his teeth in frustration as if contemplating what he should do.
And by the looks of it, he wasn’t the only one who fell into a dilemma because not even a second later, I observed Glenda’s hold on his arm tighten.
She pulled Bryson aside and boldly talked to Elena with a raised chin. “I don’t think you’ll be daring enough to do that. Just to remind you, there’s a consequence in rejecting a mate. You might be a Luna, and Bryson might just be your chosen mate. That’s why you think you can handle it, but let’s face it: your body isn’t as resilient as a warrior’s body.”
It’s true. Rejecting a mate would severely damage your bond with each other, and it's like losing another part of you. Most higher ranks, like the Lycan family, the Alphas, Lunas, and Betas, usually find rejections manageable because of our natural strength, but it would still hurt so much.
Some low-level members like Omegas even died from it.
I smirked in confidence after hearing their so-called concerns. “Really?”
I was a direct-born pup from alpha, and I’m far more trained than warriors my age. I think I could handle it just fine.
Looking at Bryson with a smug expression, I arrogantly asked, “Do you think the same? Between the two of us, who do you think will suffer most from a rejection?”
Of course, I could be smug about it. I had been taking care of his sick mother for a year and all of the pack members. Even if they combined all of the pack’s money, they couldn’t probably pay what I’ve spent for them.
But then again, they probably think that I was obliged to do all that – to go far and beyond for them.
Trying so hard to keep his cool, he replied, “Is that even a question, Elena?”
Spreading his arms, he motioned to the entire pack. “Where else could you belong but here? Do you really think you can have somewhere to go if we reject each other and you leave here?”
My eyes suddenly went blank in pain as I was reminded of the family and pack I’d lost.
“That’s why…” He took a sigh, sympathizing with me. “I won’t reject you and put you all through that pain. It’s for your future, Elena.”
“Look, Bryson is already being so generous with you. You should be thankful.” Glenda clung her arm to Bryson again. “Don’t play tricks, okay? Don’t say such words like rejection, like you’re talking about the weather, just to seek sympathy from the members. It will make you look more… pathetic.”
Couldn’t handle her endless interruptions anymore, I finally spoke up.
“Who are you to interrupt us? This is a conversation between me and my husband!” I asked nonchalantly and signed for Zara to come forward.
Immediately, Zara approached us and bowed her head.
“Luna”, she greeted.
I nodded in Glenda’s direction. “Send this outsider away.”
“Right away, Luna.” Zara didn’t waste any time and came rushing to pull Glenda away.
As soon as her hand touched Glenda, I saw Bryson taking protective but hesitant steps.
Zara then halted a second and looked back and forth between Bryson and Glenda as she scolded them, “You two are very ungrateful!”
I watched her in stunned as she did that, and so was Bryson. He’s an alpha, so I knew he would burst because of that.
Immediately, I took a step forward to protect her. As he raised his hand in the air and was about to slap Zara, I moved in between them and grabbed his wrist, totally stopping him effortlessly.
I heard gasped from Courtney and Glenda while Bryson was looking at me with wide eyes, not to mention his jaw almost dropped from shock. However, I didn’t care how surprised they probably were that I was actually strong.
After all, they didn’t bother enough to actually get to know me.
“How dare you hit my people?” I asked in a cold yet calm voice that brought chills to their spine before I pushed him back and blocked his path from Zara.
My demeanor changed utterly as I exuded Luna’s power while I looked at Bryson with blaring eyes.
If Bryson weren’t an Alpha, he’d probably shiver as well.
“She’s the one who—”
“I don’t care what she has done or what happened. When it comes to my people, my Omega, I’m the only one who can punish them.” My gaze turned sharp. “They answer only to me and no one else.”
With that, I turned around and pulled Zara with me, leaving them in a haze of shock.
“Luna, are you okay?” Zara worriedly asked while watching me pace around the room as I sorted my thoughts.
I raised my hand and told her to wait for a second.
After a while, I heaved a sigh and went serious.
Looking at Zara, I saw her observing me, and I let out a small smile as I looked at her with conviction.
“I know what to do now.”
“That is…”
I smiled. If he couldn’t reject me because he needed me, then I’d tie his hands like he did to me.
Staring at Zara, I determinedly voiced out, “I’ll meet with the Lycan King.”
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







