Se connecterEver since I learned that Sereyna’s mother joined hands with Vaelor’s mother to murder my father—to bury the truth of the grandmothers they slaughtered that night—I can no longer name what I feel when I look at her.
It twists. Sharp. Constant. Hatred. Or pity. She is my true mate.our bond is undeniably strong. And I reject her. Once she takes the Luna’s place—the title she wants so desperately—nothing will stop her from killing me as well. Kade watches me, his gaze heavy with things he isn’t saying. “Kade,” I say. “You’re my Beta. Speak.” “What if she truly loves you?” I scoff. “You speak as if you’ve forgotten how loudly Vaelor’s mother’s love for my father was praised. She was adored. Revered.” “My mother?” An unremarkable Luna. Chosen only to secure his throne.” “And yet,” I say, my voice hardening, “that same beloved murdered him.” Something feral stirs. I want to drag Vaelor’s mother back from death and kill her again. After that, Sereyna’s mother would not escape me. “Alpha,” Kade says carefully, “if you wanted her dead, why didn’t you take vengeance when the Council demanded it?” “I do want her dead,” I snap. “But Sereyna—” I stop. “For her sake,” Because if I act, her entire family is executed as traitors.” Everybody. Including my own blood. My fist slams into the glass table. It shatters. Pain slices up my arm. Blood slicks my hand. Kade doesn’t move. “You’ve been breaking things since Sereyna’s exile,” he says. “Are you certain you’ll accept a new mate?” “Yes.“ Her father has sworn allegiance. The Mountain Wolf chief has no reason to try to kill me—unlike Sereyna’s tribe.” “I’ll call a physician,” Kade says, turning away. If I told him how badly I want Sereyna as my Luna—how deeply that truth frightens me—he would stop seeing me as strong. I cannot afford that. The its twisted and cruel: Sereyna’s tribe lives because she is not my Luna. The moment she becomes one, the Council gains authority to execute her—and her family. So I will accept Morwen. I will find a way to love her. As for the Luna of the female-ruled tribe— Sereyna’s mother— I will kill her. And finally avenge my father. The door cracks open. I look up. “Where is the physician?” “The royal physician is with your mate-to-be,” Kade says. “Morwen.” The thought settles like lead. I have never been so unwilling to lie with a woman. “Tonight?” I ask. “Yes. You will consummate and mark her.” I hadn’t even known she was in the West Castle. “Why so fast?” “The Council has concluded.” “They decide my union without me?” “Hold still,” Kade says, taking my hand. “I’ll tend to this.” He picks glass from my skin with tweezers. Is this what being Alpha is for? “Don’t make a fuss,” he mutter. “It’s just another night. Just sex.” Like with serenya! “What?” I snap. “Don’t ever say her name like that,” I warn, striking him before I think. He stumbles back, blood on his lip. “You marked her,” he says. “I know it. If you’re lying to the Council, don’t lie to me.” “Accept it,” he adds. “You love her. Stop pretending.” “Shut up, Kade.” My voice shakes with fury. “I love her. And so what?” “Then fight for her.” “No.” “Why?” “Because her mother killed my father.” Silence. “I’m a man,” I say finally. “And this is politics. I will sleep with Morwen tonight. That is final.” Kade wipes the blood from his mouth. I regret the strike immediately—but regret is useless. “I don’t know what it is about you,” serenya , “But I have not been right since you left.” “I’ll be in my chamber,” I say. “ i can’t apologize “The Alpha does not bend to his Beta.” “Have a great sex ,” Kade says. “She’s already waiting in your bed.” I shut the door. I am not sure I can have an erection right now . “Of course” I scream back to Kade May your union produce many sons I Startle, raising my head to the elders heads bow , leaving the council room . This old wolfs Imagine them smiling after concluding my union without me Had I known they where here I would have remained at my Beta’s I hear the said mate is in the castle already? I say with all displeasure Yes Alpha you have made a great choice, elder in charge of supply say with a wide fang . You brought this mate! You all suggested this union How is it that I have made a choice my elder ? I say with a wide grin! They all chuckle The heart of the king is buried in his people and the heart of his people is buried in the council , you have made a good choice mighty Alpha , another elder speak with a bow I see clearly that they mock me. What can I do , they have me where it’s delicate the most I moved without another word. Have a perfect communion Alpha They chatter behind me . And I have never heard just an annoying command .In the end, I never really thought I would say it—love is patience, love is sacrifice. Love is not quick to judge, it is not hateful. Love is not merely sweet or reverent, and it is not the absence of ache.Love is a quiet fire that warms even when the world is cold.It is a tide that pulls and releases, shaping the shores of the heart.a fragile bloom in a storm, yet stubborn enough to survive.Love is both shadow and light, always present, sometimes unseen.Love is sometimes a heartbeat echoing in the silence of longing.Yet the cruel truth I fear to admit is this: love asks no “why.” Love does not dwell in perfection. Love is the sword that rends every heart, leaving only surrender in its wake.But it baffles me how the very opposite of love can sometimes wear its skin—how longing, loneliness, and unprofitable pain can disguise themselves as devotion. If not tested by truth, they linger as shadows of love, breeding nothing but regret.And where do we draw the line between love and
🫦It’s been a long day. I toss my dress aside and step into the washroom. The air is thick with memories—this place carries the scent of him, the echo of a past I thought I’d buried. I slip into the warm bath and stretch my legs, letting the water swallow my sigh. The calm barely settles before a knock sounds at the door. “I’m almost done!” I call out. “Okay,” Varyn’s voice answers, low and familiar. And that’s when it hits me—this is his washroom. He’s not leaving. Which means, sooner or later, I’ll have to walk out there and face him. “Come in,” I whisper, barely audible. I’m not even sure he hears me. But the door shifts open, slow and careful. He stands there, framed by the soft light, as though he’s been waiting for that single word—come. Something turns deep within my spirit, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. Not yet. When I finally do—just a tilt of my head—I meet his gaze already waiting on me, steady and unreadable. I’ve known this man before, yet in this m
He grab my hand, pulling me along. “Come, I want you to meet someone.” “What? Wait—I need to receive complaints for Pelin.” “That can wait,” he replies, tugging me forward. “Okay, can we not run? We’re too old for it!” He lets go of my hand I snap, turning back. “No, no, no,” he hurries, catching my hands again. “We walk together—slowly.” But I see the haste in his eyes. “Okay, we can walk fast,” I murmur. And then he starts running. I just smile as his feet barely touch the ground, graceful and purposeful. I tighten my hold on his hands, quickening my pace to match him. We reach the West Castle, and as we step inside, an elder female stands waiting. Varyn presses a subtle nod toward me, and my breath catches. She’s his mother—the same elder whose house I stumbled into that night I wandered the West lands. Now I understand what her silent tears were for—they were for me. Was she able to see through my frustration that night, or did she simply feel the weight
“How long does it take you to get any message?”he asks. I just stand there, breath caught somewhere between shock and ache. How do I act before him now? Do I show him the anger I’ve buried for seven years—the frustration, the abandonment? Or do I thank him for simply being alive? Should I tell him how everything fell apart after his presence vanished from that battlefield? Or should I turn away and say I want none of this—none of him? But the truth is, there’s nothing I’ve wanted more in five long years than this. “I have come to take you back,” he says—his voice steady, commanding, unmistakably Varyn. Possessive as always. I just stand there, unable to meet his eyes. The universe feels as though it’s spinning endlessly around us, yet I remain still, trapped between a thousand breaths I can’t release. My throat aches; I swallow once, desperate to find words—anger, relief, regret—but nothing comes. Then, in a heartbeat, the full moon swells above us. I finally lift my gaze to
🍀🍃Five years later, the West Clan sits in feral peace. Anzelrius has been executed by hanging, the corrupt elders exiled forever, and no soul dares rise in rebellion or treachery again. The calm across the lands feels almost unreal. Every street, every field, seems unnaturally quiet—so peaceful it sometimes bores me.In all my sisters , My sisters remain by my side—except Pelin, who reigns as Luna of our mother’s tribe.. Keala is more than happy as Luna in the South, naming a beautiful village after Moren, the first wolf and a female land name . Caelora has claimed the East as Cat Luna, her dominion respected and feared. Nyvrae only returns once a year, always with her mate. Thyra, however, has never come back since she left, and I worry for her, wondering how she fares. Dolly wanders the lands, frequenting her favorite haunts—the taverns loud with raucous, careless people. She sits in silence among the chaos, and somehow always ensures someone pays for their folly before she leav
⸻ And immediately, I see Varyn’s eyes widen in hope—while Rauth’s narrow in fear. I turn—and there he is. The boy who once helped Varyn meet Elarion for the first time. He steps forward, bows low before the throne. “Forgive me, my Alpha. I am late.” From his satchel, he draws the ancestral fangs of hierarchy—the lost symbol of rule—and places them into Varyn’s open hand. Varyn lifts it high, the room holding its breath. The elders who challenged him drop to their knees, fear and guilt washing over their faces. The guilty ones rise in a hurry, scrambling toward the doors as Varyn turns back to the boy. “Thank you, Myric,” he says, his voice soft for the first time. He pulls the boy into a brief, grateful embrace. “Ask me anything you desire, and I shall grant it. Wealth, land, shelter—name your wish.” Myric bows deeper. “I am sorry, my Alpha. I want the young Alpha’s godmother.” The words hang in the air like a blade. “What?” The sound escapes me before I can stop it. Var







