Gomez's POV I stood at the balcony of the Stormfang Pack palace, watching the warriors training below. Alpha Nolan and the other Alphas have been keeping to their agreement. Their soldiers and the private soldiers Alpha Nolan employed have been training harder than anyone else. The private soldiers are experts and I was a bit relieved that they would be of great help, but I couldn't help but wish that the other Alphas would still join us. Everything is set. The patrol cars, the bombs, the guns, have been checked and ensured that they are in a good condition. Yet, despite all the meticulous preparation, I couldn't help the unease churning down on my gut. Something would go wrong but I couldn't place my hands on whatever it was. I ran a hand through in frustration, trying to place the pieces together but nothing made sense. “Gomez,” Alpha Nolan called me, footsteps echoed as he approached. I turned back to see him with the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, Alpha Kendrick. My eyes
Damian's POV Rage sparkled through my bones.Kael!I want to kill that bastard. I swear, I'm going to kill him.It was already enough that he made the Elders submit to him by manipulating and scaring them. But do I blame them? No. They are just trying to survive too.And now, he wants to humiliate me by telling me to fall on my knees before he can let Elara get healthcare at the infirmary.I looked at him, really looked at him and then back to Elara, who was slipping in and out of consciousness at intervals. My heart pounded and an overwhelming fear gripped me. She might really lose her life at this rate—because her pulse is really weak.“I take it that you don't want to save her then,” he said, smirking, arms folded across his chest. “Kneel down and acknowledge me as king and she would be taken to the infirmary.“Silence filled the room.“The offer leaves the table at the count of ten,” he says. Then he began counting, his voice sharp and commanding. Each number only made my heart r
Kael's POV. Last week, Alpha Lucas of the Lunarstrike pack sent me a letter and in his words, he said I should be careful because the other Alphas are planning on joining hands with that bastard—Gomez—to attack me and seize the throne from me. Of course I had suspected that, but having someone to confirm it only made me more sure And now, it was time to prove to them that I didn't just stumble to greatness, to the throne. No. I'm here because I'm smart and I worked hard enough to be here. Lyra too has been acting suspiciously, but since she hasn't been caught red-handed, I will just keep an eye on her for now. I summoned my armies, and ordered them to always stay alert from now on. Ensures that all the routes to the Pack and palace are blocked. I sent a message to my father too. I had wanted him to come over with his army a day to the coronation ceremony before but with the new developments, I want him to be here three days to the ceremony to be on a safer side. A smile spread
Elara's POV We were tossed back to the dungeon, and I wouldn't lie, my body ache in places I don't know. The lash on my back felt like it would kill me yet I couldn't die. Not yet. Not until I I drag that bastard away from my father's throne. Not until I see that bastard burn in hell for everything he's done. My head throbbed with headache—so overwhelming that it seems like my head would snap off my neck. My vision was blurry. And worse part of it all was that my werewolf abilities such as strength, healing and sight—were starting to deteriorate rapidly. Even a human is stronger than I am at this point. The tears I had been holding all this while finally slid down my cheeks. Waves after waves. And I didn’t know how long I could hold on anymore. But with every lash, every cruel smirk Kael gave, he only added more fuel to the fire. To my anger. To Just how much I'm eager to rip him apart when I get the chance. But I wasn't the only one having a hard time. In fact, the Elders
Author's POVWhen Elara was finally dragged up and struck again and again, she didn’t scream. Not once. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. But her breathing turned ragged. Her skin, slick with blood and sweat, burned like fire.Kael stepped closer once more, crouching beside her as she lay on the ground.“You’re going to die soon, you know,” he whispered. “And no one is coming to save you.”She didn’t reply.“Don’t you want to beg me?”Still, silence.Kael frowned and stood again, brushing his hands off like he’d just finished peeling fruit.“Take them back. Chain them tighter. Still starve them.“He turned and strolled back to his chair.“And Elara…” he called lazily as she was dragged away. “If you change your mind… and beg me for mercy, I might let you be queen beside me.”“Just kill me already, you bastard!“ Elara screamed, struggling against the guards.Kael laughed to himself, then waved them all off like they were no more than a passing breeze.But behind his smile—behind
Author’s POVKael sat sprawled on the velvet throne in the center of the great hall, glass of wine in hand, legs lazily parted as if the world already belonged to him, and maybe it's his.Outside, the courtyard buzzed with servants and warriors preparing for his coronation. Banners bearing the new sigil—of his warriors bleeding over Cadman steel—flapped in the wind. But inside… Kael was restless.Bored.So damn bored.He let out a slow exasperated sigh, swirling the wine in his cup until it spilled over the edge and dripped down his fingers.“This waiting,” he muttered, eyes narrowed at the dancing flames of the chandelier above. “It’s exhausting.”A whore beside him chuckled nervously, her fingers trailing down his chest, leaning toward him. “Perhaps I can—”“Leave,” he said coldly, not even glancing at her.She stiffened, then scurried away, her eyes wide with fear.Kael straightened up slowly, that twisted gleam already forming in his eyes.“I need entertainment.”He turned to his