Chloe's POV
After I came back to my room in the refugee camp, I removed my dress, changed into my pajamas, and sat down on the bed.I don't know what the fuck I did today. Jina is so mad at me right now and refuses to respond to me. I regret the way I ran away like that. If we are going to run to the border, then I have to shift. I am not quite ready to show my silver wolf. I am scared.I wondered where Lily was and I didn't want to disturb her. If I were like her just this one day then I would have got my happy ending but I hate that I am different.Right now, in this mood, it's so depressing to even sit like this. I don't want to do anything and just sleep this night without any regrets but how can I do that?Instead of being grateful, I have turned down my chance to be with the most handsome and powerful Alpha I have ever met in my life.Feeling great upset, I got under the sheets and felt hard to fall asleep. The thoughts of my parents, those rogues who killed them, and now the way I turned down the Alpha taunted me. At least, I should have said to him, that we should go some other time but I just ruined it.How am I going to face him again? God that scares me! He favors me and I am not blind to notice that. The way he accompanied me the whole night and treated me with care, I can tell he was interested to know me because there were a lot of beautiful females in this pack but he accompanied me until the end of the ball. What does this suppose to mean?He knew that I am his mate but what if he finds out that I am Luna? Would he treat me the same as now? Whenever I felt like he was going to talk to me about that, I tried my best to avoid it. What must he have thought about me? I shouldn't have done this. All his friends and pack members were talking about us. They must know something is going on between us. But he didn't mind anything and was so keen on talking to me.'Huh!' the more I think about that idea, the more I regret it.When I was in my thoughts, my cell phone pinged. They gave us a mobile phone after we joined this pack. It's just to contact people here and they will send us all the important messages, rules, regulations, etc.,But the message got me curious because I didn't get anyone's number yet and there's no way Chloe is using it. It must be from the Beta or Gamma of the pack. I picked up the mobile and saw the message.My heart skipped a beat to see the name.Hi, it's me, Marcus.'Tomorrow you should come and see our drill. You don't have to practice but observe with the other new wolves.'After reading that message, I got a smile across my face. I don't know why but I kept reading the message until I fully understood it. My mind kind of went blank and I immediately replied,'Sure and thanks for tonight'But he didn't reply to me. I expected he would say, good night or I enjoyed your company but nothing came from his side. It was quite disappointing yet compared to what I have done to him, this is nothing.I have mixed feelings tonight, I can't say I am happy or sad but those feelings are there. He's so kind to invite me to train with them, that way I can become strong and get my revenge against those monsters.I think that's the only reason I am still alive here and nothing else matters to me."Don't get upset," Jina said.I nod and wiped off the tear that slid down my cheek and went to sleep.The next day, I got up early. The first thing I did was rush to Lily's room. I pushed open the door and relief spread across my heart to see her sleeping peacefully on her bed. I went back to my room and stumbled on the bed. But then yesterday's events came back to my mind, I got up and scurried to the bathroom to get ready. I wore a pair of jeans and a sweater shirt. I brushed my hair and walked to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. That's when I noticed everyone's eyes on me and I got curious too. Though it made me feel a little strange, I had my breakfast and came out of the camp. Before leaving the room, I had left a message for Lily that I am going to the training so I hope she won't get worried about me.After asking a passer-by for the route, I went to the arena when everyone had just assembled. Sensing my presence, Marcus turned his attention to me and he got a smile on his face. The people standing around him were all surprised to see that and everyone's eyes turned to me. I spotted a few familiar faces, his friend Mark, the funny guy from yesterday, and even the mean Karen was there too.Leaving all of them behind, he walked toward me, and I gulped feeling nervous. My heart raced to see him closer in the daylight. Since they were going to practice, he is shirtless and his perfect abs are blazing in the sunlight. He's so good-looking compared to yesterday."Have you slept well?" he asks."Yes, what about you?""I couldn't sleep well,""Why?"He just smiled and gave me a confusing answer, "That's something I can't explain,""Okay," I nod."It's a good thing you came,""Thanks for allowing me to come," I said with a gratitude-filled voice."That's fine. I thought you would be interested,"I nod again, "Yes,"When we were looking at each other without talking,"Marcus, come back," Mark shouted and others laughed. Embarrassed, the Alpha asked me to sit and watch them. I agreed and followed him into the arena. Karen threw daggers at me through her gaze. I avoided looking at her and sat on one of the chairs.When the men were practicing, the females waited near me. I watched Marcus turning into his wolf form, his eyes were red and his fur was thick black. He's the complete opposite of me, My fur is pure white.This is my first time seeing such a wolf. He's so fast, and ferocious and he looked dangerous. He's contrary to the handsome man I have seen before. As I was watching him and the others, Karen came to me, twisting her blonde hair in her forefinger."Hey, refugee," she got my attention."My name is Chloe," I say."Whatever, I address all the homeless wolves who come here as refugees. I don't want to know your name or am going to call you again, homeless girl,"I frown at her rudeness, she's the first person who's so mean here."What do you want?" I ask."I want you to leave,""Why?""Because I don't like you. You just came here a few weeks ago and now you want to train with us? It's so bullshit," she said.I felt embarrassed by her remark but still, I maintained my cool in front of other female wolves who were watching us. No one came to stop Karen who's so rude to me."Alpha asked me to come here, I didn't ask for this,""Oh, really?" Karen got close to me, trying to threaten me. But she doesn't know I have seen worse."I saw you flirting with him, don't ever try to seduce Marcus, he is…" Karen stopped when Marcus came there, after noticing us arguing."Stop it, Karen,""Marcus, I am just talking to her,""You're just talking to her? It doesn't look like that,"He turns her attention to me."Has she said anything?" he asks.I didn't answer because I don't want to lie."I asked her to leave?" Karen surprised them by confessing that."Why did she have to leave?""Because she's a refugee and we don't even know her," Karen shrugs."You were once a refugee too, have you forgotten that?""You're favoring her?" Karen looked upset as she"Yes and I asked her to participate in the training. What's your problem?" Marcus frowns. In this anger, he wanted to lash out at Karen but he didn't want to do that in front of everyone.Karen stared at them feeling extremely jealous and I looked down because of the unwanted attention on my first day."No, I don't have any problem," Karen smiles and walks there to practice."If she's mean to you, tell me. I will take care of her," Marcus said.I nodded and he left to train them.Karen is talented, while I am watching them shifting to their wolf form, I wondered how I am going to shift in front of this whole crowd. What would they think about me? Nothing concerns me anymore, I want to get stronger and get my revenge. That's all I wish for.When I was in my thoughts, Karen threw two daggers toward me and she had more in her hands. I can't escape those if I am in my human form.Is this my moment to show who I am to these people?The morning of the wedding broke with a soft golden glow bathing the pack lands. The air buzzed with excitement, as though even the trees were whispering about what the day would bring. Flowers bloomed brighter. The birds chirped louder. Everything felt more alive.Inside the bridal chambers, Reva stood silently before the full-length mirror, the soft swish of silk brushing her ankles. Her gown was unlike anything ever seen—moon-white, embroidered with ancient runes that shimmered faintly in the light, whispering secrets only witches knew. It hugged her delicate frame in elegance, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, adorned with silver vines and soft gardenias.“Reva,” Chloe whispered from behind her, her voice filled with awe, “you look absolutely magical.”Beside her, Lily gasped and grinned, her hands gently clasping Reva’s. “You’re glowing. Viktor’s going to lose it the moment he sees you.”Reva turned to them, her eyes glassy with emotion. These were not
One month had passed since the war ended, and with it came a kind of peace that felt fragile, like porcelain—precious, beautiful, and still healing from cracks that ran deep beneath the surface.The Stormborn territory had begun to breathe again.The scent of blood had faded from the fields. The ruins of broken walls had been rebuilt stone by stone, not just by the pack’s hands—but by unlikely ones too. For not all of Daven’s wolves had been loyal to his cruelty. Some had fought because they were bound. Others had fled after his death, lost and leaderless.Marcus, Alpha of the Stormborns, had welcomed them.Not all at once, and not without caution—but with fairness. He’d seen the brokenness in their eyes, the way they looked not for power but for redemption. They came with lowered heads, torn armor, and a haunted stillness that Marcus knew well. So he made the decision that surprised many, but defined his rule:No more blood would be spilled for Daven’s sins.And so, slowly, the former
The battlefield was no longer a place of war—but a graveyard of silence.The blood had dried. The fires had died out. The screams of pain and the clash of steel were now only memories etched into the earth. What remained was the slow, aching quiet of survival.The rising sun bathed the Stormborn territory in a golden light that felt too warm, too gentle for all that had happened. Its rays crept over the broken walls, the torn flags, the smoldering remains of the enemy camp. And with it came the first breaths of peace.But peace did not come without cost.Marcus stood near the edge of the eastern field, overlooking the burial grounds where the pack had begun laying their fallen to rest. His eyes were hollow with exhaustion, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He hadn’t spoken much since the end of the battle. Not out of pain—but reverence. This was the part of leadership no one glorified. Not the fight. Not the power. The mourning.He watched as warriors carried bodies wrapped in c
Their blades met with a shriek of metal, the sound sharp enough to silence the battlefield—if only for a breath.Marcus pushed forward with his full strength, sparks flying as his sword crashed against Daven’s blackened steel. Muscles flexed, eyes locked, their feet digging trenches in the bloodstained earth beneath them.They broke apart, only to clash again a second later—steel against steel, fire against fire.This was no longer just a duel.It was a reckoning.The wind howled around them, lifting dirt and ash into the sky. Behind them, the battle still raged—cries of pain, growls of beasts, and the roar of spellfire—but Marcus heard none of it. The only sound that existed for him now was the steady drumbeat of his heart and the ringing echo of his enemy’s blade.Daven moved like a shadow—fast, controlled, merciless. His eyes glowed faintly, powered by blood magic still clinging to his veins. Every swing of his blade carried that darkness, and with it, a fury that had been festering
The sky was heavy with clouds, thick and unmoving, blanketing the land in a grim shade of gray. No sun broke through. No wind stirred the trees. Even the birds, once loud in the early dawn, had fallen silent.It was as if the world itself was holding its breath.And then—they heard it.The low rumble of hooves, the distant growl of beasts, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of marching footsteps pounding the earth.Daven’s army had arrived.From atop the fortress wall, Marcus stood like a sentinel, his dark cloak snapping in the breeze, his arms crossed over his chest. His golden eyes scanned the treeline beyond the western ridge where shadows moved—thousands of them.The first wave appeared slowly, emerging from the fog like nightmares given form. Rogues with snarling jaws and matted fur. Warlocks with skeletal markings burned into their skin. Beasts that had once been wolves, now corrupted by forbidden rituals—twisted, monstrous things that didn’t seem to feel pain or fear.And at the cente
For the first time in weeks, Viktor let his shoulders drop.The castle’s northern wing was quiet, untouched by the hum of war preparation. Here, lanterns glowed softly, casting golden halos across the stone walls and polished wooden floors. The chamber he shared with Reva was modest, tucked beneath the old tower, its windows arched and open to the night air.Reva sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out her dark hair, still damp from the bath. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed, her skin carrying the faint scent of pine and lavender. For all her power and ferocity in battle, in this moment she looked peaceful—like a moonlit enchantment breathing gently in the quiet.Viktor leaned in the doorway, arms folded, just watching her.He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her like this—not preparing spells, not bleeding magic, not exhausted and on the verge of collapse. Just herself.“Beautiful,” he murmured, the word escaping like a breath he didn’t mean to speak aloud.Reva opened