Luna's Redemption

Zara POVThe silk dress clung to my body as I stepped out of the changing room, my heart hammering so hard it echoed in my ears. The fabric was finer than anything I had ever worn before, smooth against my skin, but it felt like a shackle, a reminder of the mission I couldn’t escape.The grand hall of the pack house was alive with celebration. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their golden light casting a warm light over the crowded room. Laughter and chatter filled the space, the clinking of glasses mixing with the distant melody of music. Every high-ranking Alpha and Beta from the neighboring packs was present, their powerful scents thick in the air.I swallowed hard, my hands clenching into fists as I searched for him, Alpha King Cade.The most feared werewolf in existence. A man who never revealed his face, hidden behind that golden mask.A sudden hush spread through the room. The shift was almost like a blur, but I felt it, a ripple of tension passing through the crowd. And then

Zara's POVThe weight of his gaze pressed against me, sharp as a blade. I could feel the shift in the air, the slow, dangerous interest forming in his mind, Cade was studying me, reading into every breath I took, every small flicker of movement.I had his attention, but that was the easy part.Keeping it was going to be much harder.Cade moved slightly, shifting just enough that the golden mask caught the candlelight, casting sharp shadows over the lower half of his face. His presence was suffocating, his scent—something dark, something wild, lingering beneath the effects of my suppressants.“You’re playing a game,” he murmured, his voice smooth but edged with something unreadable.I forced myself to smile. “Aren’t we all?”His lips curved, just slightly. Not a smile, not really. More like a flicker of amusement.“Tell me,” he said, tilting his head slightly, “do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”A test. A trap. A warning.My pulse quickened, but I didn’t let it show. “I kno

Zara’s POVThe moment I stepped out of Cade’s chambers, my breath left me in a quiet exhale. The air in there had been tight with tension and something else I couldn’t quite name.I had done it.I had manged to do it or perhaps it was luck. But it was only the beginning. If I wanted his ring, I needed to be patient. Calculated. I needed him to trust me and I knew he doesn't trust anyone.His golden eyes, sharp and piercing, had made that clear. Even as he extended his offer, I had felt the weight of his suspicion beneath the surface, the quiet warning that failure meant death.But none of that showed on my face as I walked down the hallway of the Blackstone Packhouse. My footsteps echoed softly, my mind still replaying every detail of our conversation. I would be his personal attendant. That meant I would be at his side. Watch his movements. Gain his trust. And then…I would take what I came for.A flicker of satisfaction curled in my chest. But it was short-lived.Because as I turned

Zara's POVFinally, I retired to my room, I had limped slightly all through till I got back due to Hannah's kicks on thighs which ached badly. I sat on the edge of my bed, my fingers fisted into the sheets as my mind churned with thoughts I couldn’t push away.It had been a month since my parents were thrown into the pack’s prison at Alpha Bradlyn's orders.A whole month. And I had done nothing.The guilt sat heavy on my chest, crushing me beneath its weight. My father, the man who had once stood tall, respected by the pack was now a prisoner. My mother, who had always cared for the sick and injured, was rotting in a cell.And I had let it happen.Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms, the pain grounding me.I had to see them. It was reckless. It was dangerous. But I needed to see them. at least before I left the pack.My heart pounded against my ribs as I stood, my body moving before my mind could talk me out of it

Zara's POV. Walking through the corridors of the pack house, I remained silent until we arrived at the door that led to the king's office. I stood at the threshold, my heartbeat loud in my ears as Cade’s Beta led me forward. Alpha Cade was seated at an ornate desk now, his fingers lazily tracing the rim of a silver goblet. A soft glow from the lanterns shine brightly across his strikingly handsome face, yet reflecting his stoic features to be even more deadly. His gaze lifted the moment I stepped inside and just like that, I felt exposed. There was no edge to his stare, no warmth, nothing I could decipher just a sharp, piercing intensity that saw everything in me like a mirror. His gaze suddenly swept over my torn dress, the faint bruises on my arms, and the tension in the room shifted. It wasn’t visible, but I felt it maybe because I wanted to think so. He didn’t speak at first. He simply exhaled, his fingers tapping against the desk. "Summon Alpha Bradlyn here again"