Mag-log inCHAPTER 52 ********** "Poison in the Well" Rex’s POV I sat rigid in my seat, bracing myself as another day of petitions stretched before me. Faces blurred together after a while—grief, complaints, desperation—each one heavier than the last. “Next,” I called out. Even my own voice sounded exhausted. “Good afternoon, Luna.” The greeting came from an elderly woman, no younger than seventy. Her back was slightly bent, her hands trembling as she clutched a small, worn bag to her chest. My eyes were immediately drawn to it. Something about the way she held it—too tight, too protective—made my spine straighten. “What can we help you with today?” I asked, forcing a polite smile. But there was something off about her. Something I couldn’t quite place. Without a word, she reached into the bag and pulled out a folded piece of cloth. The moment it was exposed, a foul stench flooded the room. It was sharp, suffocating—rotting and bitter. Instinctively, murmurs broke out around th
CHAPTER 43**********"Poison in the Well"Rex’s POV I sat rigid in my seat, bracing myself as another day of petitions stretched before me. Faces blurred together after a while—grief, complaints, desperation—each one heavier than the last.“Next,” I called out.Even my own voice sounded exhausted.“Good afternoon, Luna.”The greeting came from an elderly woman, no younger than seventy. Her back was slightly bent, her hands trembling as she clutched a small, worn bag to her chest. My eyes were immediately drawn to it. Something about the way she held it—too tight, too protective—made my spine straighten.“What can we help you with today?” I asked, forcing a polite smile.But there was something off about her.Something I couldn’t quite place.Without a word, she reached into the bag and pulled out a folded piece of cloth.The moment it was exposed, a foul stench flooded the room.It was sharp, suffocating—rotting and bitter. Instinctively, murmurs broke out around the courtroom as s
CHAPTER 50************ "Blood on the Border"Alera’s POV “The Southern Border?” Rex questioned the patrol wolf again.When the wolf nodded in confirmation, Rex turned to me, his expression hardening.“Stay here, Alera. I have some pressing matters to attend to.”“But—”I didn’t get the chance to finish.A loud groan sounded right beside me, deep and guttural, followed by the sickening crack of bones shifting. My breath caught.It was Rex.In seconds, he stood tall in his wolf form—gallant and terrifying. His fur was pitch black, his eyes glowing a violent red, and his aura alone was enough to make the air feel heavy, suffocating.As soon as he growled, the other patrol wolves shifted immediately, one after the other, before disappearing into the darkness with him.Once they were out of sight, I found myself pacing restlessly. No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, the truth lingered like a wound that refused to heal.This was permanent.The fact that I would never truly be acce
CHAPTER 49************The Alpha’s ConfessionRex’s POVThat same evening, I watched her train.Lycan circled her slowly, correcting her stance with quiet precision as she moved with the blades in her hands. Steel flashed beneath the fading light, catching the glow of the rising moon. Her strikes were still rough around the edges—awkward at times, lacking refinement—but the determination in her eyes erased every flaw.She didn’t back down.Didn’t hesitate.Every swing carried intent, every movement driven by the need to improve, to endure.She wasn’t just learning how to fight.She was learning how to survive.And for the first time since I had chosen her, pride swelled in my chest—real, undeniable pride. Not just because she was my Luna, but because she was earning the title with every breath she took on that ground.Worthy of the pack.Worthy of the role.Worthy of the Moon Goddess’ approval.Earlier that day, I had thought about a journal.I didn't know what to give her at first.
CHAPTER 41**********The Tyrant Lives On Alera's POV Smoke smothered the narrow alley as I moved forward. My legs carried me without a sound—no footsteps, no scrape against the ground—yet they kept moving, as though they no longer belonged to me.“Rex?” I called.My voice trembled, thin and fragile in the darkness. All I wanted was to get out of this cursed place, but with every step I took, the alley stretched longer, tighter, as if it were closing in on itself.“Can anyone hear me?”The walls answered instead. My words echoed back, warped and empty, mocking my fear.My heart began to pound violently. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was oppressive. Heavy. Watching.At first, the smoke felt harmless, almost distant. Then it thickened. It crawled into my lungs, burning as I inhaled. I turned sharply, intending to run back the way I came—Only to realize the alley was gone.The smoke had swallowed everything.“S… somebody help me,” I begged.But no one heard me. I couldn’t even hear m
Chapter 47**********Fangs and JusticeAlera's POV Gasps swept through the room. For a split second, the entire hall went unnaturally quiet, like everyone had forgotten how to breathe. The representative froze, his eyes blown wide with shock. He looked like he couldn’t quite process what he’d just heard.“Die a painful death?” My voice cut cleanly through the silence. Every head turned toward me.A small, dangerous smile tugged at my lips. His expression faltered, confusion creeping in where shock had been. I could practically see the thoughts scrambling in his head. He’d expected rage. Maybe screaming. Not this calm.And that told me everything.His defensiveness wasn’t outrage—it was fear.“We’ve all seen how the Hawthorne representative has behaved,” I said evenly. “And honestly, that says enough on its own. Like I stated earlier, the territory will be returned to its rightful owner. This judgment isn’t based only on your actions, but on the documents that were submitted as well.







