ARIEL’S POVIt had been three weeks since the whole debacle and like they say, the show must go on. The council of the court of the Alpha King had arrived in Silver Moon to officiate my coronation ceremony and officially crown me as the Luna Queen of the entire kingdom.The council had wanted this ceremony to be done two weeks ago as soon as we got back from the uncharted lands because they felt the throne had been vacant for way too long but I delayed it. Melvin was still mourning and I too mourned along with him.The ceremony was meant to crown me as Luna Queen and also crown Melvin as my Prince Consort. In truth, the ceremony would also serve as our official mating ceremony. So it didn’t feel right to hold it when each of us was still trying to come to terms with their loss.I wanted to delay the ceremony even longer to give Melvin enough time to heal but he came to me himself and told me not to delay it.“It is okay, Ariel,” He had said to me a few nights ago, “I am more than rea
Ariel's POV We had all settled into our new lives and the past had long become a thing of history, left to be shared with our children and their children after us.Fiona returned to her father's pack and she had grown strong as a leader and as a banshee. Seeing how much of a help she had been, her people had no choice but to reinstate her as their ruler.Selene was elevated as my right-hand person just after Melvin and she performed her duties with more than just loyalty. The war had made us closer than ever. She became that family I had sorted out for."My Queen?" A soft voice called out to me and I snapped out of my reverie to see who it was.A smile immediately covered my face as my eyes settled on her."Gio, you shouldn't work so hard with that bump," I said and she rolled her eyes."Ikea and David have refused to return from their honeymoon, someone is supposed to keep things running in here!" She mumbled as she wobbled toward me.She and Igor had been mated for a few moons now.
ARIEL’S POV“Wake up, Ariel.”I woke up with a jolt and poked my index fingers through my earlobes in a bid to shut out the sound, the monstrous growl that I had been hearing every night for the past three months, the voice that threatened me to wake up from my sleep at exactly 11pm every night.I stared at the old clock that hung loosely on the wall in my room. It was 8 a.m. and I sighed remembering that the clock had stopped working a long time ago. My phone beeped beside my bed and I turned quickly to have a look. It was a text from my best friend, Valerie, and as expected, the time on my phone screen was 11:01.Someone was haunting me through my dreams, and I desperately needed to find out who, and why.Telling my parents was not an option. They would never believe me. Telling my elder brother, Aaron was even worse. He would yell at me and call me a freak and probably chip in something like: “no wonder you don’t have a boyfriend yet. Who would want to date a nineteen year old weir
MELVIN’S POVI stared in disgust at the disturbing images on the huge screen in front of me and I resisted the urge to puke. Why had my father chosen to put me through the unnecessary torture of staring at the images of his unlucky victims?“I like this one best,” he mumbled and took a sip of wine. “The splash of blood on the floor, the texture and contrast, looks like a Michelangelo painting don’t you think son?”I turned to face the man I was forced to call my father in disgust and he smiled at me. “You don’t like this…this work of art?” he frowned.“You murdered a whole family in cold blood,” I shot back at him. “There’s absolutely nothing artistic about that.”“But you can’t deny the fact that the knives sticking out of her chest look like…like, eh…paint brushes in a jar, can you?” my father retorted.That was definitely it. I was not ready for such a conversation with him and so, I stood up from the chair and made for the door.“Melvin!” his voice resonated through the throne ro
ARIEL’S POVIt took me barely five minutes to trace the problem to it’s roots.After my disappointing findings earlier that night, I couldn’t get as much as ten minutes of sleep. Yes, my brother was the worst, and my parents were pretty much nonchalant, but selling us out to the Alpha of a neighbor pack? That was very low. I never expected that Aaron would do something like that, and once again he had shown me that I never really knew him.I watched my phone beep the next minute and when I looked at the number on the screen, it was Aaron’s. “Hello Ariel. It’s me, Aaron. I know you’re still mad about your hair and won’t come out of your room. Forgive me for that. I kinda need your help now.”For a second after reading the text, I dared to imagine he was being framed. I dared to imagine that my brother had not been in touch with the evil Alpha of a neighbor pack to kill our own parents. I dared to imagine it was all a setup and he was another pawn in Alpha Joharres’ games. I replied hi
MELVIN’S POVI stared at her, my mouth wide open in shock. Even from a distance, I could tell it was her. The same green eyes, alluring as ever. Her long hair was short however. I frowned. Was I making a mistake? She couldn’t have cut her hair overnight right? What was she doing in our pack? Was she out of her mind? If only she knew that her life was in danger!Tons of questions flooded through my mind. I needed to get her away from my father, but first, I needed to verify if she was actually the one. The pack square was brimming with people that day and I knew I could get up to her without her actually noticing me. I walked up to where she stood and brought out my phone from my pocket tactfully, pretending to be on a call. She didn’t give me much attention however, as her eyes scanned the perimeter of the pack house. With my phone to my ear, I allowed my eyes wander down her body and I marveled at how beautiful she was. Like Aaron, her hair was dark brown and curly, and even with the
ARIEL’S POVThis was it —the beginning of my revenge or the end of it.I stood side by side with the son of the man I hated more than anything. We were waiting in front of a large wooden door that supposedly led to the throne room. The door was a large two-piece with a split down the centre. It had a moon carved into one side and a howling wolf carved into the other.My heart was ricocheting inside of me. I could hear my ragged breathing deep within me.This wasn’t the plan at all.This entire trip to the Blood Moon Pack went south and it was all his fault. If I hadn’t met him, I wouldn't be on the verge of being found out right now.“Is this how you plan to keep me safe, my prince?” I hissed through my teeth with sarcasm, “You’re doing a pretty good job at it.”He turned to look at me with a sharp glare as if I had insulted him. “This is all your fault. If you hadn’t been so stubborn and just listened to me, we could have avoided this mess. I am trying to help you here!”“So your go-
MELVIN'S POVI came up with this plan at the last minute and I couldn’t let her know of it either. I was certain she hated my guts more than ever now but I could deal with that later.Right now, my worry and focus were on getting her out of there.I turned around to my despicable Father and his Elders. “Father, she has passed out. I need to get her to the healer.”My father and his men burst into loud echoing laughter like they had finished watching the best comedy show in all the lands."Father?" I called trying to get his attention but they just wouldn't stop laughing.Crazy lots. All of them.The sight of blood and violence was an art to them. It turned them on and increased their life spans!"Father!"“Fine, fine, get her out of here,” he finally replied as he turned to Elder Jon who was seated at his right hand.“I thought she would put up more of a fight. She carried herself like she had a chance,” he said to Elder Jon as they burst out into laughter again.I rolled my eyes and