LOGINAlpha Ryan hurried forward with a group of maids trailing behind him, forcing a big respectful smile on his face. “Your Majesty,” he said, “Welcome to the Crimson Moon Pack.”
The tall figure who stepped out of the black Maybach barely looked at him. He gave a small nod. “There’s no need coming to welcome me at this hour.” Ryan cleared his throat. “I know, but I must greet you properly. This is the first time we’ve met since your parents’ burial. You’ve grown into a fine young man. I’m sure they would be so proud.” Matteo’s face stayed cold, a little displeased with his words, he had only come here for his parents but he had started to regret it. Without saying another word, the Lycan King turned and walked toward the main house, his long coat flapping behind him like. Ryan’s face changed, he hated being dismissed like that, but he swallowed the anger and followed quietly, showing the him to the best room they had. “Are you ready? Aiden’s mother’s voice was soft as she stepped behind him, her eyes meeting his through the mirror. “You look handsome. Kylie would be so happy for you.” He remained quiet staring at his reflection, his expression unreadable, his eyes completely devoid of warmth, before slowly adjusting his tie. “Do you think I’m doing the right thing?” His voice was low with uncertainty, “What if I’m wrong?” he added, his brows tightening slightly. “What if… she’s innocent?” A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes, but it vanished just as quickly. “No,” he muttered, his jaw tightening. “Lyka was there, she saw her push Kylie.” His mother stepped closer, cupping his face gently. “Oh, my baby…” she murmured. “You’re just nervous.” She smiled softly. “You’re no longer a child. You’re a grown man now… a Beta.” Her tone became firmer“Some decisions cannot be undone.” “You could have believed Myra when she said Kylie took her own life… but you know your sister. She had every reason to live.” “Whatever reason you chose to marry Lyka… you must stand by it. For the rest of your life.” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead before pulling him into a brief embrace. “And remember,” she whispered, “as long as I live, I will always support you.” A knock sounded at the door. “Aiden! Hurry up—you don’t want to be late for your own wedding!” “We’re coming,” his mother replied. She straightened his collar one last time. “And be a good husband.” The venue was breathtaking. White flowers hung on every arch. Golden ribbons caught the sunlight. Tables were loaded with food, and soft music played everywhere. Servants ran around fixing everything for what everyone kept calling the wedding of the year.. Guests had already begun to arrive, Alphas, Betas, high-ranking wolves from different packs. At the center, Alpha Ryan stood beside his Luna, greeting everyone with a smile. Upstairs… Myra stood in front of the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, so empty and pathetic. She applied the final touches to her makeup before gathering her curly ginger hair into a loose bun, a few strands falling gently around her face. Her emerald eyes shimmered faintly under the light. “Knock, knock.” Kendall came in quietly, holding a tray of food. His face looked tight and worried. “You should eat something,” he said softly, setting the tray near her bed. “The ceremony starts soon.” Myra didn’t move. Her voice came out small and tired. “Why are you being kind to me? Everyone else thinks I killed Kylie.” Kendall’s eyes got darker,“I don’t know what Alpha meant by that… but I know you, Myra. You’re not a killer. And I understand you, your mate is getting married in front of you, you'll be in unbearable pain, the least I can do is to be kind to you." Myra eyes welled up with tears before chuckling, "You're going to make me cry and ruin in my make up, I should be at least beautiful while they break my heart right?" Both of them laughed, the air feeling lighter. Knock, knock... “The Luna requests your presence downstairs,” the voice said. “The wedding is about to begin.” Myra exhaled softly. After one last look at herself before smiling at Kendal, "Let's go." Downstairs, Lyka was already waiting. She was dressed in white, she looked radiant, her gown hugging her curves perfectly, her expression glowing with excitement. Lyka’s eyes lit up when she saw Myra, but seeing Kendal following her at her back, her face flashing with displeasure before smiling again. “Sister,” she beamed, stepping forward. “You look absolutely beautiful… almost like a bride.” Her smile widened slightly. “Your mate would have been so lucky.” She covered her mouth lightly, “Oops… I’m sorry.” Myra didn’t react much, she held Kendall’s arms and smiled, "We are going to be late, you wouldn't want to miss your wedding because you were busy hurling insults like some desperate bitch." Kendal stifled a laugh. She walked past them without another glance. Lyka’s smile twitched, irritation flashing across her face, but she quickly composed herself. Today was her day. The moment Myra stepped into the venue, everyone looked at her. The rumors about her crimes had already spread, but Myra didn't let that affect mood. She stood there alone, her face and temperament was dazzling, she was like an ethereal beauty standing in the middle of ruin. Her gaze drifted across the crowd, almost everyone in the pack had come, gathered in groups of four and five, she sipped her juice lazily till her eyes landed on a secluded figure. His presence was quiet… yet suffocating. His features were sharp, and three dimensional almost too perfect. As if sensing her gaze, he slowly opened his eyes. And looked directly at her. Myra’s breath hitched. She lowered her head instantly, breaking the connection. Across the hall, Matteo’s lips curved slightly. That ginger hair again. He leaned back, watching her with curiosity. Intrigued, he considered standing… walking over… But before he could move someone pulled Myra away. “The ceremony is starting.”Myra frowned. “What do you mean by that? I don’t remember doing anything to you. From the day you entered the Hendrix household, I was always kind to you.” Lyka’s grip on the gun tightened. “Cut the bullshit, you're obviously lying.” “I never did anything wrong to you,” Myra insisted again. Lyka let out a bitter laugh. “But your presence did. Your whole existence has always been a thorn in my flesh.” Her voice shook with years of buried resentment. “You were the Alpha’s daughter. The prized princess. While I was just the dirty bastard. You said it yourself once — my mother could secure a proper name for Elvis, but I would forever be known as the bastard daughter.” Her eyes burned with anger. “Do you think it was easy living in your shadow? I was never just Lyka. I was Myra’s new sister. Myra’s new playmate. Half of my childhood, even my so-called friends looked down on me because I wasn’t the ‘right’ daughter.” Myra stared at her in shock. She had never known Lyka carried that
Victoria looked at Lyka once more, still slightly unsettled by how flawless the disguise was. Even standing this close, she could barely recognize her. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus. “So what’s the plan?” Lyka only smiled. “Don’t worry. Everything will be just fine.” Before Victoria could press further, the sound of arriving cars drew her attention. Outside the hall, Carl’s vehicle pulled up, followed closely by his best men, Matteo and Dante. The moment Victoria saw her brother’s car, she quickly excused herself and walked away from Lyka. From a short distance away, Isla watched the exchange with a faint frown. She did not recognize the lady speaking with Victoria but she didn’t think much about it. Lyka’s eyes slowly scanned the hall. After a brief moment, she took out her phone and sent a short message. After some few minutes, some noise rose near the entrance. The bride had arrived. Lyka moved closer, blending naturally among the guests as she positione
“Just a little more sleep…” Myra muttered groggily, still feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before. “Wake up! Everybody, wake up!” Bria insisted, shaking her lightly. “The makeup artists and hairstylists will arrive soon. You all need to freshen up and look beautiful.” From the other side of the room, Riley and Melissa let out soft groans of protest. Myra slumped back against the pillows, but Bria was not having it. She pulled her up from the bed and began forcing all of them to get moving. One by one, everyone started getting prepared. The maids brought warm water and light breakfast. Soon after, the stylists arrived and began working efficiently. Their gowns were delivered, due to their status, they were able to book last minute gowns for Melissa and Riley who agreed to be her bridesmaids the night before.. Soft music played in the background as the girls took turns getting their hair done and their makeup carefully applied. The atmosphere was filled with exc
Seeing Matteo’s official statement, George clicked his tongue. Just as he had predicted, Matteo remained stubborn and unyielding. Instead of explaining himself or softening the situation, he released a cold warning that only threw the public into deeper chaos causing a controversy which he would use to his advantage later on. “Enjoy being king for as long as you can,” he muttered under his breath. Meanwhile, the viral video did nothing to spoil Myra’s mood. She had long grown used to standing in the public eye. Instead of dwelling on the online storm, she focused her energy on helping Bria with the wedding preparations. That afternoon, the two of them went out together. Myra wore a simple disguise, not because she was afraid of the public, but because she did not want to attract unnecessary attention that might interfere with their plans. After booking the makeup artists and finalizing the dresses, they also bought several bottles of wine to celebrate. By the time they returned
Matteo stepped out of the bathroom and immediately noticed the change in Myra’s expression. Without hesitation, he walked over to her side.“Is there a problem?” he asked.Myra simply turned the phone toward him and played the video.Matteo watched in silence. As the recording showed her kicking George through the doorway, his brows slowly drew together. The longer he stared at the screen, the colder his expression became.Myra knew that look well. When Matteo went quiet like this, it was never a good sign.Then, unexpectedly, he smiled.But that smile only made her more uneasy.Without another word, he turned away and began getting dressed.“Where are you going?” Myra asked.“What does it look like?” Matteo replied coldly. “There is a fucking spy in my household feeding information to the rats outside.”Myra’s expression tightened at once. “And your uncle? Don’t be impulsive and go after him right now. It might be a trap.” She hesitated for a second before adding, “Thankfully, I’m th
Victoria bit her lip and remained silent, carefully weighing her choices. While everyone around her moved forward with their lives, she was left behind, drowning in bitterness. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides. On the other end of the line, Lyka noticed the hesitation and smiled. “You don’t need to do anything dangerous this time,” she said smoothly. “I heard your brother is getting married. And apparently, your future sister-in-law is Myra’s very close friend.” Victoria frowned. “What’s it to you?” Lyka clicked her tongue. “You sound very dissatisfied. But don’t worry. If you help me, I can make sure that wedding never happens as a bonus” Victoria’s patience finally snapped. “What do you really want, Lyka? Go straight to the point. I’m tired of your vague responses.” There was a short pause, then Lyka stopped beating around the bush “What I actually want is simple. I need an invitation… and a way to get in. After that, leave the rest to me. You have nothing to lose.” V
“Which invitations,” Matteo spoke without looking up.His Beta, Carl, stood nearby holding the letters carefully in his hands. “The Crimson Moon Pack has an upcoming wedding,” he said.At that, a few of the other Lycan commanders exchanged glances.Among werewolves, Lycans were feared, stronger, r
Two figures intertwined beneath the layers of tree, “Ughh… baby, you feel so good,” Aiden growled, voice thick with lust. “Oh goddess, Aiden… ahh!” Lyka cried out, her nails digging into his back. He slammed into her harder, yanking her hair until her back arched. His hands groped her full breas
Lyka stepped into the room slowly, her gaze sweeping across the space “her room was bigger than hers,” her fists clenched slightly as her eyes settled on the figure lounging on the bed.Her curly ginger hair was tied up in a messy bun, her posture relaxed as she leaned against the headboard, she ha
Okay… is she awake?”“I think so.”“Good. That makes things easier.”Myra squinted as the voices reached her, her vision still blurred and heavy with sleep. Everything felt distant, like she was being dragged back into her body against her will. Slowly, shapes began to form in front of her, though







