LOGIN"I shall take my leave, Alpha, Beta," I bid farewell to the two most important people in my pack as I mounted in a carriage.
They both nodded. "Make our pack proud, Euphyllia." Those were Beta Rocco's words before the carriage set out on a departure.
Sighing, I stayed quiet for a long moment, leaning on my seat before closing my eyes, feeling a little exhausted.
The summons from the royal military should have been the only thing on my mind right now as I packed at dawn, but that one single letter was enough to make me feel restless throughout the whole night.
I had read it once, and once was enough. However, those words were etched on my mind and kept replaying like a broken record.
'It's good that I finally caught your attention. You're even more beautiful up close than only watch you from afar, Lady Euphyllia. But don't worry. I'm a patient person. I'll wait till you're prepared to meet me. And until then, I'll be watching.'
That parchment was resting in the pocket of my uniform jacket as if it had every right to be there against my chest.
No seal. No signature. Only those words, beautifully carved with steady strokes if whoever the gentleman who had written this had spent a lot of effort to make his action impressive to his lady.
Shivers coursed through my body. I knew that I should have thrown this letter when I got home, but I couldn't bring myself to. And I didn't know whether I should feel flattered, threatened, or both.
Was this supposed to be how admiration should go? Or was this an art of stalking?
It was hard to decipher the intention of the person who was the culprit of this letter. But one thing I could decipher was that he spent a lot of effort to trigger Alpha Derrick's uncanny ability to sense intruders near the pack's borders, which was a normal ability for every Alpha. Not only that, having Ives' unconscious just to send the letter was extremely foolish.
I slowly peeled my eyes open, scrutinizing the single chrysanthemum in my hand that until now, I was still holding onto it.
This flower was my favorite of them all. How did that person know about it?
The fact that the person knew about such a small fact that this was my favorite had made me uncomfortable.
My pulse quickened just by the thought of it. Even my hands were going clammy and quivering from what was happening.
Was there an admirer that I didn't know about? Then, who could that be?
Could it be... Redmund? Impossible! Never once had I seen Redmund spend such effort to make a letter.
He would be cautious in being intimate with me. He would never do such a thing as give me any material things that would be suspicious about our relationship.
With that realization, I mindlessly clenched my hand with the chrysanthemum inside my palm. I almost dropped it as I snapped back to reality, looking to my left and right as if frightened that someone might have been watching me for longer than I could imagine.
I was already too late to realize what I had done and flinched as my emotions blinded me just by thinking about how I became a fool towards Redmund.
And now that I would be returning to the royal military headquarters, I would cross paths with Redmund and Lilith.
Just thinking about meeting them again after a few days that I was in my vacation leave was enough to make my heart ache because of their betrayal.
How would I suppose to act fine when I get to see them? Pretend the wound in my chest didn't exist? Or confront Redmund and ask him what his plan is for us, or would there be any plan, and I was just hoping for empty promises?
I must polish what I should do next before facing them. Even though my heart was bleeding, I must apply being a tactical keeper.
I must not let them be a winner in this...
I bit my lower lip as my vision blurred from my tears falling. I gently wiped them away, telling myself to stop shedding tears for those people who had hurt me.
But why was it so hard? They were the people I loved the most.
There was no way that I could be able to show that I was alright.
Those were my thoughts even until I arrived at the camp. With a heavy heart, I reported to my senior, Marlin.
"Sorry for the short notice, Euphyllia," Marlin said when I entered his study. "I know your vacation leave was cut short."
I shook my head. "I don't really mind," I answered politely, clenching and unclenching my hand because Redmund suddenly popped up in my mind for no reason. My heart began to ache again because of it. "I know that this is an emergency, so military first before anything."
My boots echoed in the corridor as I left Marlin's study room. I thanked myself that I didn't break down in front of my senior, or else, I would have had a hard time explaining what had been aching in me lately.
It was my heart. Not physically, but emotionally.
As I turned the corner, I halted when I came to heard some giggles in the corridor and I spotted the people my heart had been aching right now.
Lilith... Redmund...
I held my breath upon seeing them standing close together. The one I heard giggling softly was no other than Lilith, her hand brushing Redmund's sleeves, while on the other hand, Redmund was whispering something in her ear as if there was something funny.
I clenched my hand from the sight I was seeing right now. I wasn't prepared to see them, yet the Moon Goddess would always find a way to mess up with me.
My heels were about to spin when Lilith noticed me. "Euphie!"
My nickname that escaped from her lips was cutting my heart into shreds.
I pursed my lips into a thin line, unable to come up with a word. But my eyes lingered on Redmund, and my wolf felt heartbroken when his expression shifted with unease. But he didn't even distance himself from Lilith.
I swallowed the lump that was barricading my throat. "Lilith." I nodded, coercing a smile at her before turning to Redmund. I raised my hand to salute him. "Captain Redmund, greetings."
Redmund licked his lips, hiding the quivering of his lips before nodding. "Greetings..." he paused.
I secretly gnashed my teeth, silently hoping that he would at least mention my name to Lilith.
But he didn't.
"Ruinart, sir. Euphyllia Ruinart."
Please, Redmund. If you care about me, at least mention my first name...
"Oh..." Redmund sounded like he had just met me. "Greetings, Ruinart."
Ah. This hurts so much. I just wanted him to at least acknowledge my first name whenever we were alone together, but he couldn't. As always.
I had the sudden urge to run away. But my feet were nailed to the ground.
"I-I didn't mean to intrude, you two." Then, I exchanged my gaze with them. But my eyes instantly lowered to the ground when they were getting misty. "M-My apologies. There's something I should do right now."
I made an excuse to leave. I couldn't last long to stay with them. I felt like I was about to pass out.
"Let's catch up later, Euphie!" Lilith shouted across the corridor when I was walking away from them.
Her voice chased after me, but I quickened my steps until I reached my quarters. As soon as the door closed behind me, my shoulders slumped, and my forehead pressed against the wooden door, trying so hard to breathe.
A sob escaped from my lips when Lilith's giggle, Redmund's silence, the way he didn't even acknowledge me as a lover or a friend, but as a freaking subordinate!
"Ruinart, sir. Euphyllia Ruinart."
I recalled my words as if I were a new soldier, introducing myself to my new senior. I hated that I had awakened from my deep slumber and still wanted him to acknowledge me, just by calling me by my first name.
"Redmund... Am I not really the mate you wanted?" I sobbed in a whisper, coming up to a painful conclusion.
Dragging myself to the bed, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall for a moment until my peripheral vision caught a white flower on my table.
It was a chrysanthemum!
My stomach dropped. I remembered that there was nothing on my table when I left to report to my senior. I knew it.
I knew all of my things and how neatly I was in arranging them. And if this was the same chrysanthemum from last night, it was deemed impossible because I accidentally crushed it with my bare hand earlier in the trip.
"Don't tell me..." I gulped, my hands trembling when I reached out to it.
My heart froze when I saw another small letter that had been rolled and tied to the stem. Again.
I gulped, my lips feeling dry as I unfolded it.
'It must have hurt watching them. You don't need to hide that from me, Lady Euphyllia. I see you. I always do. One day, you will see me, too. Until then, remember... you are not alone. I will be here, watching.'
I nearly dropped the note. My hands were clammy, my heart hammering. Whoever this was... not only had they entered my quarters, but they knew exactly what I had gone through mere moments ago.
This wasn't a coincidence. This was someone following me. Studying me.
This was the behavior of a potential stalker!
Fear and fury mingled in my chest. Who was this person? How long had he been this close?
Oh, dear Moon Goddess, please help me!
First, I had to be hurt seeing Redmund and Lilith together.
Second, I had to worry about meeting cross paths with Commander Lucretius.
And lastly, this. A stalker I never knew about, and just appeared recently.
I had so many things on my plate now. Could I be able to survive being in the royal military?
Marcelo didn't answer immediately.He simply looked at me.The silence stretched between us, long enough that I could almost hear the ticking of the clock hanging against the far wall. His fingers remained loosely intertwined atop the polished table, his posture deceptively relaxed despite the subtle rigidity I had noticed the moment he entered the room.He was thinking and choosing his next move. Just like he always did.Then, slowly, the corner of his mouth lifted. It wasn't genuine.It never was.It was the same smile he had worn countless times during political gatherings and trade negotiations throughout our marriage. The kind carefully crafted to appear approachable while revealing absolutely nothing underneath."I suppose..." he began at last, breaking the silence with a quiet chuckle, "...this negotiation is already proving rather different from our previous one."The memory surfaced before I could stop it. This very room. The same polished table. The same morning light pourin
Marcelo eventually recovered enough to sit down. It wasn't comfortably and entirely, but enough to arrange himself into the practiced posture of a man in control of the situation, even as the confusion from a moment ago continued its quiet work behind his eyes.He glanced once more toward Father before finally settling into the chair across from me, the look lasting precisely a half second too long before he caught himself and looked away. Seraphine followed shortly afterward, smoothing her skirts as she sat with the kind of fluid, unhurried grace that spoke of long practice. The doors closed behind them with a soft, definitive sound.And just like that, the negotiation began. For a few moments, nobody spoke. The silence stretched, and the kind that both sides allowed to exist because breaking it first meant conceding something, even if no one outside this room could have named exactly what. Sunlight continued its slow movements across the mahogany table. Somewhere below, the trad
The negotiation chamber inside the Caelthorn Trade House was unusually quiet.Morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows overlooking the city, falling in long, clean lines across the polished mahogany table occupying the center of the room. Documents had already been arranged neatly before me. Every report relevant to the failed negotiation, every contract, every figure that told the story of exactly how thoroughly House of Valmere had overplayed its hand. Tea had been prepared. Everything was in its place.Everything was ready.All that remained was for the lord of the House of Valmere to arrive.My fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of my chair before I stilled them purposely. Outside the chamber, the Trade House continued operating with its usual morning rhythm. Employees walked the corridors carrying ledgers and correspondence. Merchants discussed shipments in the rooms below. Servants moved in and out of offices with the unhurried efficiency of people who had no r
I found myself smiling again before I'd even decided to.Then, my gaze dropped to the bouquet still carefully preserved in his hand, trapped somewhat awkwardly between our bodies, where he'd managed to keep it from being destroyed during my rather enthusiastic arrival.My eyes lit up immediately. "Those are for me?"Lucretius looked almost offended. Deeply, personally offended, as though the question itself were an affront to his character. "No."I blinked.He shifted the bouquet with great solemnity, holding it fractionally closer to his chest and away from me. "They're for Enoch."A long-suffering snort sounded from somewhere behind him, near the door, where Enoch had apparently been standing in silence this entire time, witnessing everything."Don't involve me in this."I immediately burst out laughing, the sound filling the entrance hall, and felt Lucretius's arms tighten slightly around me in response. It was the involuntary, instinctive kind of tightening, the kind that happened
By the time the sun began its slow descent beyond the city, painting the sky in amber and fading gold, I had already brought several documents back from the Trade House.The study room inside the Caelthorn residence looked exactly as it always did whenever I worked from home. Ledgers stacked at the left corner of the desk, precisely where I always kept them. Contracts arranged by date, oldest to newest, the way my father had taught me before I was old enough to understand what half of them said. Merchant reports. Shipping manifests. Correspondence that had been waiting patiently for my attention since morning.Several stacks of paperwork occupied the desk before me.Normally, I would have finished half of it by now.Instead, I found myself staring at the same report for far too long, my eyes skimming the opening paragraph and then sliding off the page entirely, drifting somewhere between the words and nowhere in particular.I returned to the beginning.Again.A quiet sigh escaped me.
After a while, I lowered my cup. "Father.""Hm?"I hesitated, turning the words over once more before letting them out. Then smiled. "I've been practicing."That immediately gained his attention. He set his own cup down, the easy fondness from a moment ago sharpening into something far more alert."The portal."His eyes widened slightly. "The celestial portal?"I nodded, and excitement fluttered inside me, the kind I hadn't let myself fully feel until I said it aloud. "Rachelle already taught me the fundamentals."Father stared.For a long moment, he didn't say anything at all. Then, something vulnerable crossed his face. Stripped entirely of the composure he usually wore so effortlessly, the kind of expression I imagined he rarely allowed anyone to see, perhaps not even himself, in quiet moments alone.For the first time since our reunion, I saw just how much he missed Her.The Moon Goddess.His mate. His wife. My mother. The woman he'd waited centuries to see again, across more life
"Come and sit on my face, wifey. Suffocate me with your thighs," Lucretius said, as he lay on the daybed while I was straddling him with my back turned toward him.A gasp escaped from my lips when his hands on my waist dragged my hips to have it rested on his face. My body instantly shivered in del
His answer almost made me throw a fit and punch him. My breath caught. "That's not what I—""I know," he interrupted gently. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, the steady certainty in his presence. His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "But it i
I had asked Lucretius for that favor at a time when I still believed my life was fragile enough to shatter with a single answer.Back then, I hadn't been his Luna. Hadn't worn his mark. Hadn't learned what it meant to be protected by a man who ruled with blood and certainty.I had been a woman ques
The moment we arrived at our chamber, it took an ounce of patience from Lucretius not to ruin my dress. But one thing that couldn't escape me was the fact that even though he had wanted to devour right as of this moment, he still took his sweet time to undress me and admired my whole body as if thi







