Kael's POV Gasps rippled quietly through the group. Murmurs and whispers too. With a single flick of my hand, the room quieted. “I don’t know who. But I have my suspicions. If they find proof of what we’re doing, we lose the element of surprise and that means we might lose our chances of winning too.“ I scanned the room. “I won’t let that happen.” Then my voice rose. “We've come too far to lose everything we've worked hard for.“ They nodded in agreement like a sheep loyal to its slaughter. I continued, voice like steel. “We attack before the next full moon. One week from now. No delays. We strike, we take the throne, and we burn everything that stands in our way.” The army bowed their heads in unison. “Yes, Alpha.” I turned my back to them, staring out over the distant hills. Time’s up, Damian. And Elara… I hope you’re ready to die for your crown. A satisfied smirk tugged on my lips. _______ I can't depend on my private army alone, so I made a trip to the Rogue kingdom t
Kael’s POV The moment I heard the sound of leaves crushing under hurried boots, my instincts kicked in. Someone had seen us. This was dangerous. I tore out of the warehouse without thinking, the night air biting against my skin as I sprinted into the trees. My eyes darted left, then right, locking on a shadow dressed in all black with a small back pack bolting through the trees ahead. Too fast. Just like lightning. I was fast myself which is one of the reasons why I have always caught every spy Damian sent after me in the past but this… person is different. Whoever it was knew how to move in the dark. Silent. Light-footed. But not fast enough to avoid being caught had I been prepared. “Hey!” I roared, jumping over a fallen log. My feet slammed into the earth, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But the figure slipped deeper into the trees, weaving like smoke. I ran harder. Branches whipped across my chest. My dagger was clenched in my hand. I would kill whoever it was.
Lyra's POV Later that night, I glanced over my shoulders suspiciously as I made my way towards the warehouse. Kael had sent a message, asking me to come over for reasons I don't know. I was a bit angry that Kael was still ordering me around even as I have become Luna but I had no choice than to comply. I owed my success to him anyways. Kael was among the few people who do not care about my titles afterall; the more reason why I so much desire to become the Alpha myself—so no one gets to order me around. The warehouse door creaked shut behind me, and I barely had time to catch my breath before Kael pinned me against the crates. “Look at you,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire, eyes dark with lust. “All dressed up as Luna, but still mine underneath it all. I still owe that your little pussy.” I opened my mouth to talk but before I could, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. His grip wasn’t gentle—it never was—but gods, how I craved it now. I want him to fuck me a
Lyra’s POV Becoming Luna felt like everything I ever wanted finally belonged to me. Although I found it strange that Damian had changed our initial plans and made me Luna before we even got married, I don't care. The marriage doesn't matter anyways. In fact, I prefer if he doesn't tie me down with some sham marriage; I just wanted to become Luna anyways. It's been just five days, and those days are the happiest moments of my life. The respect. The authority. The power I now wedge is exhilarating. The crown on my head, the whispers of “Luna Lyra,” the subtle envy in their stares and the shift in their angry gaze to surrender—it was intoxicating. For years I’d watched Elara parade around like she was royalty. She has always acted like she was better than me while she was a princess and also the Luna. But now? She had to watch me. Watch how I take charge. How I make her regret the humiliations and pains she made me pass through. Elara would suffer. It's a vow. I strolled through
Author's POV She addressed them confidently, her voice sweetened with false humility. “I know this may come as a surprise, but I promise to stand beside our Alpha, to guide this pack with wisdom and loyalty.” She looked directly up—straight at Elara. And smiled. “To make you all proud and perform better than the former queen,“ she said in a condescending tone. Elara’s hands clenched at her sides, but her expression didn’t waver. Former queen? She has always remained a queen and soon Lyra would realise that. Then Damian raised a hand, silencing the whispers. “We will hold our official wedding after she delivers our child. For now, this decision is about the future of this pack and its stability.” More murmurs followed, some skeptical, others stunned into silence. From the corner of her eyes, Elara noticed that Kael— who was standing behind Damian—smirked faintly. He's buying it, Elara thought. Good. But then… is there something more to Lyra becoming the Luna? Is there somethin
Author’s POV The moment Elara read the message on her phone, her stomach dropped. “You don’t have much time left. You really need to book your surgery now!” Right. The surgery? How come she always forgets that she is dying and would only remember when she gets the message from the doctor. Her hand clenched tightly around the device. A sharp pain throbbed in her head, reminding her of her dwindling time. But there was no space for weakness now—not when the kingdom’s survival was at stake. She inhaled shakily and turned off the phone. Damian was watching her, concerned about furrowing his brow. He couldn't help but think that there's something wrong with her and that there's something she's been hiding. He contemplated if he should ask her or not, given that they were just making up and he doesn't want to jinx it by getting her annoyed. He summoned his courage and asked, “Elara? What was that? You look worried.“ “I’m fine,” she said sharply, just so he won't suspect anything. Th