Sirella’s POVThe world around me felt like it was closing in.I stood there, my mother’s cold body in front of me, my hands shaking as I held onto her. The voices around me became nothing but noise, distant and meaningless. My throat was dry, my chest tight. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, no matter how much I tried to hold them back.I didn’t care about Damien. I didn’t care about the guards. I didn’t care about anything.She was gone.My mother was gone.I buried my face in her dress, my body trembling.Then, a deep, powerful voice broke through the chaos."What is the commotion about?"Everything stilled.I lifted my head slightly, my vision blurred with tears.Alpha Donovan.Damien’s father.He stood tall, his broad shoulders stiff, his face unreadable. Even in his old age, his presence was enough to silence everybody. The air became heavy, thick with authority.No one dared to speak.Damien was the first to react. He straightened his posture and turned to face his father. "The
Sirella’s POV I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. My mother’s body lay lifeless a few feet away, yet I had to stand here, face dry, voice steady, as if my world hadn’t just shattered.Alpha Donovan’s eyes bore into me, dark and unreadable. He was waiting for my answer.Do you not know your father?His question hung in the air, thick with expectation. I knew the truth could get me killed. But lying to a man like him was just as dangerous.I forced my hands to stay still by my sides. Calm. Think. Speak carefully.“My mother never told me who my father was,” I said, keeping my voice low, careful.Alpha Donovan didn’t blink. His silence was worse than yelling. It stretched between us, cold and heavy. Then, finally, he gave a slow nod.He didn’t believe me.I could see it in the way his gaze lingered, in the way his fingers tapped once against his robe. But he let it go. For now.Behind him, Damien shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t care what was going through his h
Sirella’s POVI stood in my new room, staring at the small wooden bed.This was my life now. A servant. A slave. Stuck in the same place where everything fell apart.I ran my fingers over the thin blanket, my hands shaking with anger. They put me here for a reason. Not just to punish me—but to control me. To keep me under their eyes, under their command.I took a slow breath, forcing myself to calm down.I can do this. I have to do this.Because if I played my cards right, this place would be Damien’s downfall.Face to Face with the MonsterMy first task was simple—serve Damien his breakfast.I carried the tray carefully, walking through the halls like I belonged. The guards barely looked at me. Just another maid.But the moment I stepped into his chambers, I felt it.His eyes were already on me.Damien sat by the window, shirtless, his hair still damp from a bath. He looked relaxed, like he hadn’t ripped my heart out and left me bleeding.A slow smirk spread across his face. "You’ve
Sirella’s POVBeing Damien’s personal servant had its advantages. Nobody paid much attention to me unless I was being ordered around, and that made it easy to listen. I moved like a shadow, silent but watching, picking up details that could be useful. Every conversation, every glance, every slip of the tongue—I memorized it all.The Information I GatheredAt breakfast, Damien met with his top warriors. I pretended to refill his drink, keeping my ears open.Zane, his Beta, was talking about a rogue attack near the eastern border. "We lost three men," he said, his jaw tight. "The rogues were organized. This wasn’t random."Damien frowned. "Who led them?""Some call him Rafe," Zane replied. "He used to be an Alpha before his pack was destroyed. Now, he’s forming something new. More than just scavengers—these rogues have structure."Rafe. That was a name to remember.Then, Gamma Elias spoke up. "We should increase patrols, maybe reach out to Alpha Donovan for backup. His warriors could re
Sirella’s POVThe packhouse had been busy all day, preparing for the grand gathering. Alpha Donovan didn’t do anything small. The halls were decorated, the best wine was brought out, and the kitchen had been working nonstop. The guest list was full of high-ranking wolves, Alphas, Betas, and their daughters—women who were here for one reason.To be chosen as Damien’s Luna.I should’ve expected it. Donovan had made it clear that Damien needed a mate. But standing here, dressed in my plain servant’s uniform while the women arrived in expensive dresses, the reality of it settled in.Damien would be picking a Luna tonight.And I had to stand there and watch it happen.Serving the Future LunaI moved through the crowded room, holding a tray of drinks, my face blank. The other servants had been instructed to be invisible, and I followed orders well.Damien was near the grand fireplace, surrounded by women. They laughed, touched his arm, whispered things I couldn’t hear. And Damien? He let th
Sirella’s POVPeople talk. Especially the ones at the bottom. The ones who serve, who clean, who get ignored in a room full of powerful wolves. They hear things. They see things. And when they feel safe enough, they share what they know.That’s where I started.I didn’t need to stand in the middle of the packhouse and make a scene. I didn’t need to scream that Damien was weak, that he was nothing but a spoiled prince sitting in a chair too big for him. That would be stupid. It would get me thrown out, maybe even killed.But whispers? Whispers were dangerous.A whisper could slip through cracks, crawl into people’s ears, and make them think things they never thought before. A whisper could plant doubt.And doubt could grow into something bigger.The kitchens were always loud, filled with the clatter of plates, the bubbling of stew, the hiss of meat hitting hot pans. But even in all that noise, people listened.I crouched beside the sink, scrubbing at a pot, my fingers wrinkling under t
Sirella’s POVSomething had changed.I felt it the second Damien started watching me. Not in the careless, dismissive way he usually did, but in a way that made my skin crawl. It was like he was searching for something, waiting for me to slip up.I kept my head down, doing my work as usual—cleaning, serving, blending into the background like I always had. But his eyes were still on me.And then he spoke."Sirella."My hands stilled on the tray I was holding. I turned, keeping my expression neutral. "Yes, Alpha?"Damien sat in one of the chairs in the dining hall, one arm resting on the table, the other draped over the back of his seat. His golden eyes were sharp, assessing."You were late coming in last night."My heart skipped, but I didn’t let my face betray anything."I wasn’t," I said. "I was here all night."Damien tilted his head slightly. "Is that so?"I nodded, forcing myself to continue wiping the table. "Yes, Alpha.""Hm." He leaned back. "Strange. Because I could’ve sworn I
Sirella’s Pov The palace halls were quiet at this hour, but my mind wasn’t. I sat on the small cot in my servant’s room, my hands gripping the thin sheets as I stared at the candle flickering beside me. I had been here for weeks now, working, watching, waiting. And tonight, I had finally decided.I would test my loyalty to the Moonbane.My fingers curled into fists as I thought about Damien. His name no longer burned as much as it used to. Not because I had forgotten, but because I had numbed myself to the pain. His rejection had carved something deep inside me, something cold, something hollow. I had once loved him. I had once dreamed of being his Luna. But dreams were for fools, and I had long since accepted that I was no longer the naive girl who had fallen for him. I was something else now.Something dangerous.I breathed in, slow and steady, forcing myself to focus. If I was truly loyal to the Moonbane, then I had to prove it. I had to show that I wasn’t weak, that I wasn’t stil
Sirella’s povPacing around with my heart beating fast, I didn’t know what to do. I knew something had to be done or I would be in serious trouble. That bastard of an alpha needed to be on the battlefield if I was going to be free from whatever shackles he had on me. I needed Kieran to kill him. It was the only way I would be able to free myself.With him back here, everything had changed, it was dangerous now. More than before.I needed to do something as I got out of my room. I didn’t pause as I quickly made my way through the corridors not wanting anyone to see me right now. Two guards stood near the stairs talking in low voices and I immediately turned back around taking the longer route instead. I needed to get to my room first and get my phone out of hiding. I needed Kieran’s voice right now.When I made it to my room I quickly locked the door and pressed myself against it. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I crossed over to my desk and took hold of my phone before dialling Kier
Donovan’s povI walked into my throne room that morning. The heavy doors opened as I approached, and a slant of the coming winter sun crossed before me to lay its brightness on the far wall. I looked in that direction without interest or pleasure.Three generals were drawn up there, waiting.“Good morning, Alpha,” they all bowed and said.I walked slowly with my boots tapping on the marble floor. I reached my seat and sat down on my black throne and kept one leg over the other.“Well?” I said, looking at the man to the far left. “Report.”One of my generals, a tall guy with a scar across his chin, stepped forward to speak. “We’ve reached battlefield contact, Alpha. We’ve established our camps. The troops are prepared.”I nodded. “And Salvatore?”“We haven’t seen him yet,” another general said. “But reports say he is close. They are setting their own camps as well.”“Setting camps,” I scoffed. “He might as well be laying his deathbed because I’ll make sure this isn’t like before. I’ll
Sirella’s povI woke up that morning with a burdened heart. My chest felt constricted and my hands were icy, though it wasn’t from the chill. I just had so much on my mind.I wanted so much to talk to Kieran at least once before he would get to the war and start fighting. Already I was missing him, I just needed to hold him even if it was just for a few seconds. He was the only one who could make me feel okay. At least while all this war was going on, I just wanted to know how to go through this tough time without even thinking of the sad times we were going through.I strolled the room, the world beyond the door was hushed, unnaturally so.Something would happen, I could feel it. Deep in my bones I knew something heavy was about to happen. I didn’t know what but I knew that it would be something big.I couldn’t stop the war, but I could be able to help in the little way I could.I looked out of my window to see so many warriors still leaving for the war with Donovan and his son Dami
Authors povThe march had begun.Wolves padded through the forest in a silent train, barely stirring the leaves as they traveled single-file behind their Alpha, Salvatore. The war was upon them. Hot breath streamed from their nostrils making white puffs that hung in the stagnant air. No one spoke, their thoughts too occupied with what was coming.Salvatore was proud of this movement. Minus the last time he had attacked, this would be an official battle that would drive those idiots to the edge and he would have the chance to take them down. He smiled within himself as he knew that there was no use in lying to himself. He would make sure they regretted coming to him for anything. He would destroy them.But Kieran had other plans.He stopped walking and dropped back until he was near the rear of the group. Then he walked up to Salvatore, his voice low.“Alpha, I have to leave. There’s something important I need to do.”Salvatore turned, his eyes narrow slits. He couldn’t believe that h
Kieran’s POVThe cheers in the war room were still ringing in my ears. My face stayed neutral, but inside, I felt sick.They had no idea.None of them did.Not Salvatore. Not his trusted generals.And yet they all clapped for me, thinking I was one of them.I stared at the map again, the valley, the forest… the places I had just mentioned.I was marking death zones — but not for the people they thought.Everything I said in that room would help my allies, not Salvatore’s army.“Excellent idea,” Salvatore said with a slight smirk, standing and clapping my shoulder. “You’re sharp, Kieran. You remind me of myself when I was younger.”I forced a smile.I wanted to punch him.But not yet.Later that NightThe packhouse was quiet, except for the guards at the doors and the distant hoot of an owl. I moved quietly down the hallway, my footsteps light on the stone floors.My room was dark when I entered, just how I liked it. But I didn’t rest. I couldn’t. Not with the war coming.I sat at my d
Authors povThe generals slapped Kieran on the back.Warriors grinned and shouted his name. But Kieran only smiled a little.Inside, he had plans of his own.He wasn’t really fighting for Salvatore. He was just humoring him.Everyone went on to talk but said nothing important.Meanwhile, in Donovan’s territory...Inside Donovan’s war room, the tension was palpable.There was a large map on the wall.Candles were burning.Donovan sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed.Beside him stood his son, Damien.The war Generals, strong wolves with cold eyes, were around them.“Let’s begin.” Donovan said.One of the generals opened a scroll.“My Alpha,” he said, bowing, “the spies have all returned.“And what did they discover?” Donovan asked quietly.The general pointed at the map.“They found Salvatore’s traps in the forest. They found guards by the river. But they also found a weak spot.”“A weak spot?” Donovan asked, leaning forward.“Yes, here,” the general said and he pointed to
Kieran’s povI snuck out of the barn, as silent as I possibly can as I made my way walking and slightly jogging.I got to the edge of the pack and zipped away with my super speed. The trees blurred by as I moved without holding back.I had to get out of Donovan's land and fast. I ran, and ran until I found myself at the borderlands between my pack's territory.I didn’t stop there either. I kept moving until I saw an old broken-down building far ahead.It was dark and there were no people around, perfect.As I ran, I got a call from someone as I halted and listened to the call. The allies I had sent messages to were at the building waiting for me. Good.I then walked up to the building and I noticed a couple of shadowy figures standing at.They were not moving, their gaze anchored to the shadows.I approached them with stealthy steps.They saw me and relaxed a little. “You made it,” one of them said.“Yeah,” I panted. “I’m here.”“And no one saw you?”“No,” I said. “I’ve been careful.
Sirella’s povI could feel their eyes on me all throughout the day as I got out of my room after having my bath. I knew some of the guards watched and followed me and I knew who had sent them.Even when I went to my room, sometimes I’d hear footsteps outside.I knew they had been sent by Donovan.The trust was gone. He didn't believe me anymore.And he wanted to follow me, to see if I made a mistake.I kept my head low, pretending not to see them.I was careful about everything I did.Finally the day got over. I was sitting in my room on my bed with an open useless book, just pretending to read it.The house was quiet now.Most of the wolves were asleep.Even the guards had relaxed a little, but I knew they were still there, hiding in the dark corners.Then my phone vibrated.I jumped a little.I quickly grabbed it and checked the screen.Kieran.My heart started to race.I opened the message. “I’m at the barn. Come.”I got up slowly, trying not to make any noise.It was risky but I h
Sirella’s povI as sirella sat on the dusty floor. Cracks lined the walls and I admired how quiet it was here. It was always cold and dark. That’s what I loved most about this place. I held the phone in my hand tightly as I called Kieran. My hands were shaking a little but I still pinched myself every now and then to be more confident in myself.Finally, after a few rings, he picked up. “Sirella?” Kieran’s voice came through the phone. It sounded worried.“Hey, I’m here,” I said as I looked around to make sure no one was listening.“Are you okay?” He asked. “What’s going on?”I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes for a moment.How could I tell him? How could I tell him what I had witnessed? How could I tell him Donovan and Damien were more evil than we realized? I was already tired of saying that to him and I was sure he knew.“I’m alright,” I said after a second, keeping my voice steady."Sirella," Kieran said slowly, like he didn't believe me. "Don't lie to me." "I'm not lyin