LOGINChapter 6
Elena’s POV
Reacting quickly, I shifted to the side and dodged his arm, which was about to touch me. Then, I tightly grabbed hold of it and twisted his arm onto his back.
He was momentarily shocked, but he moved by instinct as well and maneuvered his body to face me and free from my hold. As soon as he faced me, I raised my leg and sent a fierce kick that sent him to his back and knocked the tall vases behind him, causing a loud noise to echo everywhere.
“What’s happening here?” Courtney, escorted by Glenda, rushed inside the room with a furious expression as she found her son fixing his dusted clothes in the middle of the shards of the broken vase.
“Why don’t you ask your son?” I fired back and grabbed my phone from my desk before turning around and leaving, but Courtney suddenly spoke.
“Wait! Don’t leave yet. I have something to say to you.” Courtney reached out and held my hand tightly as she called me out, successfully halting my steps.
“What is it?” I asked coldly.
She pursed her lips and demanded, “I won’t interfere with your disputes, but Glenda and Bryson’s mating ceremony is nearing. I want you to handle everything about it. From planning to paying. And I want it to be a grand wedding.”
My jaw almost dropped from shock as I looked at Courtney speechlessly.
I snickered and pointed at myself. “So basically, you want me to PAY for all of the expenses. Is that right?”
She even mockingly gave me a brief glance.
“What’s the problem with that? You are the Luna; Luna’s money belongs to the pack!” She pointed out so boldly as if she was not openly showing her greed.
After a year, it finally dawned on me that she was only treating me well before because they had used me.
“I don’t need her money, Mom. I can take care of my own wedding,” Bryson suddenly butted in.
I raised my brow and shrugged my shoulders. “Okay, since you said you can—”
“No! My son didn’t mean that. Don’t mind him.” Courtney immediately said as she went on and scolded Bryson, “Don’t be stupid. We both know we don’t have enough money. Elena should take care of this.”
“Yes!” Glenda followed suit. “Don’t forget that you are the Luna of this pack. Everything you have already belonged to Bryson’s family the second you married him.”
So, she wanted to leech off of me as well? So much for being arrogant earlier.
I stared at Bryson, waiting for his reaction as Glenda’s true color slowly showed.
Seeing as he was still contemplating, I shrugged my shoulders and decided to make things easier for him.
Staring coldly, I smirked at him and whispered, “Well, give me an IOU, and I’ll lend you all the money you need.”
Feigning innocence, I smirked in victory to see his gloomy face before I turned around to sit beside Courtney on her bed. I nodded my head and replied, “Of course, I’ll pay for it.”
“Someone has to, right?” I smiled at Courtney while giving a knowing glance at Bryson, who I had just seen swallowed.
“Really? Oh, I always knew you were kind!” she exclaimed, holding my hand like a precious gem and praising me happily. I was some kind of dog she coaxed into wagging its tail.
I wanted to pull it away from repulse, knowing she didn’t mean all of her words, but I chose to go with it anyway.
Putting my other hand on the hand she had on mine, I added, “Is there anything more you need? I’ll buy it.”
Her eyes instantly sparkled upon hearing that. Her face, which seemed haggard earlier, and her weak body suddenly energized.
“Oh, now that you said it… Glenda and Bryson also need their wedding clothes. Oh! And…” She clapped her hand. “…new clothes for our entire family to attend the ceremony. Everyone will be there, and we need to be on our best looks.”
“Mom, that’s enough.” Bryson tried to butt in awkwardly, trying to stop Courtney from making more demands that would put him in greater debt.
“Oh, let her be, Bryson. Your Mom just wants to make everything perfect for us. She’s actually so sweet.”
I almost rolled my eyes when Glenda chipped in, feeling her words had weight.
Nodding happily, I went on, “Yes, yes, of course. I’ll surely pay for everything you guys wanted. Skies the limit.”
“Oh, you’re a real angel.” Courtney wanted to hug me, but I shifted from my seat a bit to avoid her.
Then, I looked mockingly at Bryson. “You heard what they wanted. You can start writing an IOU.”
“What?” In cue, Coutney’s hold on my hand suddenly vanished, and she furiously glared at me. “IOU? What do you mean by that?”
Shrugging, I replied, “Exactly as it sounds.”
“How can you be so cheap?” She pointed a finger at me. “Bryson is your husband! Don’t you feel shame asking your husband for an IOU? And you're Luna! How disgraceful!”
“Son, just reject this bitch and let her suffer!” Courtney uttered before she looked back at me and snickered. “Heard that? Transfer all of your money to us now if you know what’s good for you.”
Bryson stepped in and shouted, “No! I’ll never accept a penny from her! I just want every member, pack, and the Lycan King to know how worse of a Luna she is!”
“But Babe…” Glenda cut him off. She sweetly came to his side and said in a low and worried voice. “The pack needs that money. Without it, we won’t survive.”
He clenched his jaws in frustration before he shifted his gaze to me and nodded. “They’re right, with all the trouble you did, the least you can do is to transfer all your wealth to the pack before you leave.”
“Have you gone mad?” I smirked, laughing mockingly at all of us. “I won’t leave you even a single damn penny! Mark my words!”
“Do you really want to be rejected at this instant?” he threatened.
“Think carefully, Elena,” Glenda added.
I stood up properly and nonchalantly shrugged. “Do whatever you want. You won’t still get anything from me.”
“The moment you married into this pack, all of you, including what you have, are the pack’s property. Sign it off, and we can all have peace. I’ll reject you, and you can go wherever you want.” He then snickered, “That is if you can even find anywhere else to go.”
He must really think I wouldn’t manage to survive unless I rely on him.
Confidently smirking, I took a closer step toward him and stared him down. “If you want to have my money, fight for it like a warrior. Beat me, and I’ll sign off all of my inheritance to you as you wanted.”
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







