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Maya's POV
“Yes, baby…” I heard a moan the moment I stepped into the hallway of prince Ashen, my boyfriend and mate's mansion. Followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin, and a guttural growl. I wasn't supposed to be here today. I had quickly dropped by to pick up my science textbook that I had left in his apartment yesterday. I froze. Was he cheating on me? Ohhhh… no. This can't be happening right? I forced myself to move towards the room. The door stood ajar, just enough for me to peek in. The air ripped off my lungs as I tried to understand the scene unfolding in front of me. My body was trembling so much and my eyes were already burning with tears. Ashen Whitmore—the prince heir of my pack—Crimson Dusk Pack—was there… but not alone. Standing in front of him was Lyra Brooks—my best friend. She was on her knees, her fingers digging into his thighs and Ashen was thrusting his cock into her mouth like some slut from the slumps. “You…. slut,” Ashen growled in pleasure, his head thrown back. “Take all of it. Yes, baby… I love it. That Maya can never compare to you.“ This was my childhood best friend of twelve years, my first love and boyfriend of six months, slandering me at the slightest opportunity. I swallowed past the bile rising in my throat. “Ashen!“ I choked out. Their heads snapped towards me, but they didn't stop. Instead Ashen groaned in pleasure, eyes dark like he was about to reach climax. Lyra's lips curled into a smirk. And just like that, he pulled out of her mouth, and she swallowed his cum like the slut that she is. This was it. This was the highest level of disrespect and betrayal anyone can get. As much as I wanted to let my tears fall and scream the place down, I knew I couldn't. This was no time nor place for weakness. I have to confront them. I forced my legs further into the room. “You whore! How can you be screwing my mate?! You're my best friend for God's sake!“ I roared, my voice surprisingly steady. Lyra didn't say a word. She stood up gracefully, picked up her clothes that were scattered across the floor and started putting them on. Ashen was putting on his pants. My rage boiled over. “I'm talking to you.“ My hand connected to her face. Pa! The impact snapped her head to the side. She clenched her cheeks. “Are you crazy?“ She spat through gritted fangs, glaring at me murderously. Ashen stood between us, his jaw tightened, and his fists clenched. “What the hell are you doing, Maya?“ He let out a growl and then turned back at her, holding her to his chest. “Are you okay?“ She nodded slowly. I ran a hand through my hair as frustration coursed through my bones as I watched my mate care for another woman like she was his world while I'm just the villain in their love story. “You both are shameless!“ I spat. Ashen turned towards me. “You are the one who is shameless!“ he spat back. “Really? How? All I did was love and care for you. I'm your mate for Goddess sake.“ “Mate?“ He scoffed like I was a joke—one he didn't quite get. “Mate, huh? You really think I will let a useless and weak Omega like you stand beside me as my Luna?“ He asked, voice sharp with maskily thin disdain that left me wondering if my prince has always been like this. “You shouldn't even compare yourself to Lyra—the Beta's daughter.“ I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. Ashen wasn't done yet. He continued. “Quit being delusions, Maya. You're nothing but my little plaything. Your pussy was so tight and sweet. That's all you would ever be. A perfect hole for my cock.“ Gods…… the words pierced through my heart like a dagger and ripped it out. My body trembled with so much pain, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. A hole? Me? “I thought you loved me? I thought you said it doesn't matter if I'm strong or not? Doesn't matter if I have a wolf or not! You said I'm perfect just the way I am?“ I asked, my voice trembling slightly. Their laughter—sharp and mocking, echoed through the room. “You are so stupid to have believed that, Maya,” Lyra purred. She stepped closer to me. Her hands reached out, brushing a strand of stray hair from my face. “You pathetic little thing. You're just like your mother, aren't? She has seduced and have been fucked by all the men in the pack.“ I clenched my fists in anger. My mother was cruelly referred to as the Pack's whore. The reason is because she has an incredible smell that makes all the men go crazy for her. In the eighteen years that I have been born, I couldn't count the number of men my mother has gotten married to. Almost every year, I have a new step father, but end up parting ways after a few months together. Mother is shameless and that's one of the most annoying parts of being her daughter. She doesn't know who my father is because she got pregnant while she was still a teenager. I didn't say a word. I turned to Ashen instead. “Since you hate me so much, why did you tell me we are mates?“ I haven't gotten my wolf yet, so I couldn't perceive my mate or know who he is, but eight months ago on my eighteenth birthday, Ashen confessed to me that we're mates. And stupid me, who has been in love with him, thought I had found favor in the sight of the Moon Goddess. “No, we're never mates! The Moon Goddess would never give me a mate as foolish as you. You were nothing but a bet I had with Lyra. I told her I was going to be the first man to fuck your virgin pussy and so,” his voice rose higher with pride, “I did it.“ I gripped my throbbing head. Everything—the betrayal, their confessions—it was too much for me to bear. “Noo, no, no!“ I stepped back and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the empty dark street. I don't know where I'm going but I knew I needed to get away from it all. There was really nothing exciting about my life. All my life, I have been judged, bullied and spat on because of my mother and the only two people, who I thought had my back are nothing but fake too. Ashen deceived me, used me and then discarded me. Lyra is a manipulative liar. I thought of dying, yet I couldn't. I won't be able to live with the ridicule if everyone in the Pack finds out—but good thing I’m already leaving. I swear, they’ll regret this.Maya's POV "Not everyone. But enough that her name became a curse among both species." Lucien paused. "There's a prophecy that she would be reborn. That another White Luna would rise and face the same choice, unite the supernatural world or destroy it trying." The implications hit me like a physical blow. "You think I'm her reincarnation." "I think your bloodline carries her power. Whether you're literally her reborn or simply her descendant, the result is the same. You have abilities that could change everything for our world." "No pressure or anything," I muttered, taking a shaky sip of coffee. "Maya." Lucien reached across the table, his hand hovering near mine but not quite touching. Always giving me the choice. "I know this is overwhelming. But you don't have to face it alone." "Don't I?" I looked up at him. "Everyone keeps saying they want to help, but what they really want is to control what I do with this power. Your vampire council sent you to assess whether I'm a thre
Maya's POV The dream came again, more vivid than ever. I stood on a battlefield soaked in blood, the moon hanging enormous and red in a sky choked with smoke. Around me, wolves and vampires tore each other apart with savage fury. The screams were deafening, howls of pain, roars of rage, the wet sound of fangs meeting flesh. And in the center of it all stood a woman with hair like moonlight and eyes that glowed silver-blue. She raised her hands, and power erupted from her palms, pure white light that sent both wolves and vampires flying backward. "Enough!" Her voice echoed across the battlefield like thunder. "This war ends now!" But they didn't listen. They never listened. And as I watched, the woman's expression changed from hope to heartbreak to something darker. Something that looked like resignation. "If you will not choose peace," she said quietly, "then I choose for you." The light turned dark. Shadow and silver mixed into something terrible and beautiful, and the woman, t
Jaxon's POV I hesitated, weighing my options. Coach Morrison was no-nonsense, practical to a fault. He didn't believe in superstitions or gut feelings, he believed in stats and performance. "It's Nightshade," I said finally. "Something's not right about him." "Not right how?" "His performance. It's too good. Too consistent. Nobody improves that fast naturally." The coach raised an eyebrow. "You think he's doping?" "I think he's on something." It wasn't exactly a lie. Being a vampire was definitely "something." "That's a serious accusation, Cross." Coach's voice went hard. "You got any proof?" "His reflexes are inhuman. You saw that catch during the scrimmage.." "I saw an excellent athlete make an excellent play," Coach interrupted. "What I didn't see was any evidence of performance-enhancing drugs." "But.." "Listen to me." Coach moved closer, his eyes boring into mine. "I understand this is hard for you. Nightshade shows up and suddenly you're not the only star on the team
Jaxon's POV The accuracy of his observation made my blood boil. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you're in love with Maya Cross," Lucien said simply. "I know you think I'm a threat to her. And I know you're willing to risk the championship game because you can't set aside your personal feelings long enough to work with me." "You arrogant.." "Cross! Nightshade! Center ice, now!" We skated to where Coach stood, his expression thunderous. "I don't know what's going on between you two, and frankly, I don't care," Coach said. "But this team doesn't work if our two best players are at each other's throats. So here's what's going to happen. Full-speed scrimmage. Cross and Nightshade versus the rest of the offensive line. You're going to score three goals in five minutes, or you're both benched for the championship." My stomach dropped. "Coach, that's impossible. The offensive line has six guys.." "Then you better figure out how to work together." Coach blew his whistle. "
Jaxon's POV The sound of skates cutting across ice had always been my meditation. The cold air burning my lungs, the weight of the stick in my hands, the perfect focus required to send a puck exactly where I wanted it, this was where I felt most in control. Except I wasn't in control anymore. Not since Lucien Nightshade had joined the team two weeks ago. "Alright, listen up!" Coach Morrison's voice boomed across the rink, sharp and commanding. "The championship game against Silverwood is in three days. Three days to prove we're not just another team that chokes when it matters." I tightened my grip on my stick, watching as the team gathered around Coach. Thirty guys who'd been working their asses off all season, and now we had a ringer who didn't even need to try. "Cross and Nightshade, front and center." My jaw clenched. Of course. Lucien glided forward with that effortless grace that made my teeth grind. He wasn't even breathing hard, despite the fact that we'd been doing dri
Ronan's POV "Then trust that I can handle myself." She moved closer to me, and for a moment, I saw the Maya I'd fallen for, strong, determined, beautiful. "I know you're scared for me. I know you think you're protecting me. But I don't need protection. I need support. And if you can't give me that..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to. I looked between Maya and Lucien, seeing the way she stood between us, literally and figuratively. Seeing how she looked at him with something I couldn't quite identify. Trust, maybe. Or curiosity. Or something more dangerous. The rational part of my mind screamed that I should try harder, should find a way to make her see reason. But the part of me that loved her, that had always loved her, knew that pushing harder would only drive her further away. "He's manipulating you," I said one last time, my voice barely above a whisper. "And when you finally see it, I hope it's not too late." "And what if you're wrong?" Maya challenged.







