LOGINThe reason why it’s only days after the declaration of the one-on-one fight is so that none of them could fully prepare—and that’s the point of the fight. To see who can rise victorious against the other in only a short amount of time.Last night, I had the weirdest of thoughts: that the childhood friend whose face and name I cannot remember was Kallias. “Bullshit!” I told myself. It’s just so...nonsense. So impossible. It’s so much of a coincidence. Surely, the Moon Goddess wouldn’t mate me to the man that I have loved for the first time—would she?Years of praying to be mated under the full moon and then she mated me to the man I’ve been waiting for my whole life, to a friend who said goodbye and yet promised to return to me...No. It’s too much of a fantasy, a fairytale. I should stop hoping for the arrival of that friend. Perhaps he’s gone. Perhaps he never remembered me.“I heard there’s going to be a Trial of Alphas just yesterday,” a skeptical voice said from behind me, “so nea
Alpha Fionn served as my chaperone throughout the night’s feast. It was a bit awkward. Nevertheless, I’ve fulfilled my duty as the Luna Queen by making sure the Moonflame Pack’s celebration of the blue moon is smooth while my mate deals with the politics and Alpha side of things. “Imagine if he didn’t find you that night, Luna Evadne,” Fionn began as he raised his goblet of wine to me, referring to the time Kal claimed me as his mate and when I found out he's my second-chance mate. “Moon Goddess knows, you’d be worse than what your sister’s facing.” “Yes. You think I should be grateful for Marcus to banish me?” I joked as I nudged him on the shoulder. “It’s true, isn’t it? The sun always shines brighter after the darkest storm passes.” “And now we have another dark storm approaching us,” he jerked his chin to my mate, whose face never changed from being a stern, cold Alpha King telling his fellow Alphas what to expect tomorrow night. I s
Mara confided in me, and my wolf just let me pour out my emotions even though she kept insisting that I’m just letting my emotions take control of me too much. “We are the Alpha King’s mate. We must balance our emotions and our logic. We cannot let enemies, potential enemies, and the entire werewolf country see how we can easily cry a river of tears. Just like what our mate told us, we must not let everyone see our weakness, that we have a soft side, especially in these warring times. Or else our soft side will be the death of us.” “There will be no death here, only to my enemies!” I roared back in my mind, finally straightening and walking to the open field where everyone is gathered. An Omega bumped into me and immediately bowed and asked for forgiveness. I smiled at her and asked what the feast was for. “It’s the seventh month’s full moon! It's also a blue moon, which is why we give this feast to the Moon Goddess, while the eleventh full moon is
My father’s screams were nothing compared to Elodie’s wailing.“Well, well, well, sister,” I drawled as I entered her cell. “Your dress did not seem so lovely to everyone's eyes today.”She growled as her red-rimmed eyes studied me.“Liking your new room, Elodie?”“Shut up, bitch.”“Oh, I will. But I heard you have a new lover, and pardon my need to confirm the rumors because it’s so irresistible to know all about where the loyalty of your pussy lies.”Elodie straightened. And as if she had never heard the rest of my insult, she stood. “Is he here?” she whispered, her eyes appearing excited yet gleaming with insanity. “Is Marc here for me?”I snorted. “The only ones here for you are the vermin rats, Elodie. Although you can count yourself as one.” “Funny that you’re the one who used to catch them when you were a child.” “Oh? But I’m no longer a child now, sister. I’m now the Luna Queen." A smile lit up my face. "Your Luna Queen.”“And should I clap for you, the
Evadne’s POVThe sight of my father begging and pleading for his life was a portrait worth painting over and over again. I was once in his place. I was once like him, worse than him, actually. I have to beg for everything from my own father, even for food or the luxury to have proper clothes and a room during my monthly bleeding.“You bastard!” But Marcus cannot even stretch both of his arms to wrap his hands around the Alpha King’s throat as the shackles on his wrists and ankles, made from pure silver, made sure his suffering is tight and uncomfortable. The corner of my mouth twitched. It's time to squeeze my father for his secrets. “Where is he, Marcus?” He glared back at his only daughter. I simply glared back at him as he asked, “Who?” “Marcos, former Alpha of the Blackwind Pack,” Kallias replied for me as he’s sure that his mate is more of a walking blizzard than he already is. I let a little of Kallias’ icy stare reflect on my own.
Kallias’s POV (in 3rd Person)He heard his mate’s thoughts without her knowing: “I welcomed all of him into my heart.” “Me,” he said to himself in the quiet aftermath of their lovemaking. “She welcomed me into her heart.”It was more than Kallias could hope for. When he first saw her in the grounds of the Blackwind Pack amidst battle, she was cowering and helpless and hopeless. Now, he's her strength and hope and the reason she rose from that pit of helplessness. Evadne was asleep peacefully beside him, the clock striking noon. But he didn’t mind the time or the swelling emotion in his chest. He will protect his mate from her own father, her own sister, even from her own thoughts sometimes. He had never felt like this since he was a young boy, his heart singing with joy every time he was with her.Her—the friend he cannot remember the face or the name or even the scent. But he can remember the feeling, and he lets it wash over him. He surrendered to the feeling
I laughed nervously. “I don’t believe you.” “And why wouldn't you?” I watched as he gathered his fingers into a fist as if he was ready to punch whoever left that flower and note to me. “Kal.” I blinked and swallowed hard. “I think you’re just embarrassed to admit that you le
“Do you even have a reputation in the first place?” He still managed to smirk, his caring demeanor vanishing like bubbles popping mid-air.If only I could wipe away that smirk on his face with my claws or with a silver knife.I roared in pain as I thumped back to the ground, my legs betraying me.“
The word “Luna” before my name made Gregor clench his teeth.Kallias noticed it and side-glanced him. His gaze returned to me a heartbeat later. “Who did this?” he asked none of us in particular, his voice low and dangerous. But I can feel that the question is directly pointed at me.I avoided my m
I should not have said it too bluntly; I should have used different words. My vision blurred, but I still pushed forward. “I didn’t mean to,” I whispered. “I saw her entering the White Woods—”“The White Woods?!” Geneva smacked a hand on her own forehead. “Are you insane?!”“Almost,” Gregor replied







