DAISY'S POV"You think I'd let you leave without saying goodbye, Little Bunny?" Zordon's voice was dripping with authority. The way he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive was making me nervous. He smirked. "I do wanna eat you, Little Bunny. I know how sweet you taste." He cackled, and it was at that moment I realized it wasn't Zordon who was speaking. It was his wolf. "Eli?" I gasped. "What are you doing?""Showing you that even though Zordon is behaving like a pussy, I don't share his same sentiments. You are mine! And I won't let you leave and face danger on your own.""So you're planning to keep me locked up here forever?" I challenged. "What about your people? Who's gonna watch over them if I'm all you care about? Don't be stupid. You are acting just like Dexter." He snarled, and it was clear Zordon was trying to fight his way back."I SAID CALM DOWN, ELI!" Zordon roared, his voice echoing through the room. His eyes snapped back to normal. He was breathing hard as h
DAISY'S POVMy hand slid inside his trousers and I grabbed hold of his dick, feeling how hot and heavy it was in my palm. I played with the tip, then stroked his length all the way down to his balls. Goddess, I loved how huge he felt in my hand — and the way he hissed in pleasure when I gave his balls a gentle squeeze made me even bolder."Fuck!" he cursed, obviously loving every second of it, and that only made me want to push him further.I kept teasing and stroking him, savouring the deep groans that rumbled from his chest, until he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his cock. He shoved his pants down, tossed them aside, and laid back on the bed with a sly grin, motioning for me to climb onto his face.An idea immediately sparked in my mind, and my pussy walls clenched, dripping with anticipation.I straddled his face without hesitation, eager to feel his mouth on me — but he didn't touch it with his tongue yet.Instead, his warm breath fanned against my aching pussy,
DAISY'S POVI adjusted the seat and settled in. Isla said nothing as we pulled out onto the open road. Even though I knew she wanted to speak her mind. The first few hours were pure silence. Neither of us wanted to break it. Honestly, I was grateful. I had too much swirling in my head, too many questions clawing for answers.Like why Zordon had remained in the mansion after what happened between us.I shrugged to myself, thinking maybe it was because I told him I loved him. He hadn't said anything back. Maybe he hadn't heard me... or worse, maybe he thought I only said it because he said it first.I glanced at Isla. She was practically chewing her bottom lip off. Definitely dying to say something.I sighed and gave in. "Alright. As your Luna, I command you to spit it out."She grinned. "So you two made up, huh? My plan worked.""Wait—your plan?" I asked, frowning."Yep." She chuckled, clearly proud of herself. "You and Zordon are both way too stubborn to apologize first, so I made su
DAISY'S POV"Zordon watched you for weeks before he even told you he'd seen you at the library," Isla said. "He was observing you, trying to figure out what kind of person you were. It wasn't because he found you beautiful or attractive, or even because his wolf recognized you as his mate. It was your nurturing side—your strength—that caught his attention. He told me about the omega family you helped, bringing them groceries and medicine every week."I looked at her, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. “Zordon never told me any of this," I whispered."That's because he likes people to think he's a big meanie when really, he's just a giant teddy bear," she smirked. "That's why I kinda hated you so much at first. It's not like I hadn't seen him with other women before, but with you... I knew you were here to stay. I knew my chances with him were over.""Thank you for telling me this, Isla," I said softly."You're welcome. Now dry your eyes—let's get some revenge on our exes.""Ri
ZORDON'S POVI watched their car pull out of the compound, and it was heartbreaking. I wanted to run after it, to beg her not to go with Isla. I wanted her to know she was more important to me than any mission. But she had made up her mind, and I wasn't going to change it.She wasn't doing this for me, she was doing it for her people.'She said she loves you. Loves us,' Eli reminded me. 'Yes. She did. And I was so stunned, I couldn't say a word.'I smiled to myself as the cold water ran down my body. I had taken a cold shower this morning, and somehow, it felt right. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist.Standing in front of the mirror after a shower had become a ritual. It was the only place my thoughts ever felt clear.A knock at the door pulled me from my mind. I glanced at my phone. It was too early for the maids; no one dared disturb me before eight.I groaned, grabbed my robe, and slid my arms into it, tying it loosely. I was just finishing the kno
DAISY'S POVI didn't know when I finally drifted off to sleep, but when I woke, I could immediately tell I was back in the Pinewood Pack. The air was exactly as I remembered it—heavy with tension and unease. As we drove through town, a few curious glances followed our car, their wary eyes tracking our every move. We parked a few miles from the packhouse and sat quietly for a moment.A knot twisted in my stomach. It felt like my entire being was rejecting this place. Something was deeply wrong here—it was too obvious to ignore. I was surprised the wolves hadn't spoken up about it... or maybe they had, and no one was listening.I stepped out of the car, and Isla followed, her expression just as grim as mine. I could tell she felt the same discomfort—maybe not with the same intensity, but it was there."Let's get whatever we came for and get the hell out of here," she said."I couldn't agree more," I replied, heading toward the packhouse.The sun was scorching, but Isla didn't seem to mi
DAISY'S POV"You think you're special because you've meddled with some ancient magic? You're not," Kendra spat, her voice shrill with rage. Meddled in magic? What the heck was she talking about? "Everyone might be afraid of you, but I'm not! You're not welcome here. This is my home, my pack. I am the Luna of the Pinewood Pack, and I order you to leave!"I didn't even flinch. "You don't have to worry, Kendra. I don't plan on staying long." I tilted my head, studying her. "But tell me—why have you chosen to stay here with him? After all the humiliation, the beatings, all the embarrassment he's caused you... I would've thought you'd be long gone by now. Honestly, I'm disappointed. And amused." I smiled coldly. "What did he promise you that's worth enduring this? What was so precious you decided to stay even though he caused you a miscarriage?"She wasn't part of my mission. I wasn't going to get any real information from her, but I wasn't about to miss the chance to rattle her. After wha
DAISY'S POV"You brought Lila out to the field? How did I not realize that was her?" I asked him, my voice sharp."She's one of the most talented witches we have," Dexter replied. "She masked her identity so you wouldn't know she was the one who murdered the newest love of your life. She was never going to hurt you. The only person allowed to strike you directly was me. You pushed me to that decision, and I haven't been able to live with myself since. I know I've done a lot of things to drive you to where you are now, but if I could go back and change it all, I would. I would give anything to undo what I did—to stop myself from handing you over to Zordon," he said, his voice cracking."Handing me over?" I repeated, laughing bitterly. "You say it so lightly, like it means nothing. Is that how you justify it to yourself at night so you can sleep? You keep lying to yourself, and it makes sense because it's you we're talking about. You never take responsibility for your actions, and that'
DAISY'S POV"She wasn't supposed to die for you!" Xavier kept grunting. "Godfrey was going to win. He had already won. I thought he would finally give me her hand in marriage if I stood with him. I thought if I protected his plan, he'd give her to me.""She wasn't a thing to be given," Zordon growled."Either way, she's gone," Xavier whispered, crumbling over Kendra like a man finally realizing he was hollow inside. Xavier looked up at Zordon with wild eyes. "She didn't even know I was her true mate."I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him?I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth.We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows.His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. H
DAISY'S POVZordon was in wolf form, and his eyes were locked onto Jezebel. She raised her staff again."You'll never win," she hissed as Zordon stalked forward, his growl low and feral. "Your mate will fall. Your child will belong to—"She didn't finish.With a roar that split the air, Zordon lunged. His massive jaws clamped around her throat, silencing her forever. Jezebel's eyes went wide, her staff falling from her hands, and then I heard a crack as Zordon ripped her apart. Blood sprayed the ground. The dark witch who had haunted so many dreams lay limp and lifeless, her neck crushed between the teeth of a king.‘Nice bite,’ I whispered through the link, and Zordon growled in reply.From the left, I caught movement as Dustin and Olivia stood side by side, their furs soaked in blood and ash.‘Olivia!’ Dustin shouted through the packlink. It felt good to have had him join our pack. ‘If we survive this, you wanna go out with me? His wolf bit off another wolf's right paw.’She spun, c
DAISY'S POVAlpha Godfrey was standing there, looking at me through marble-black eyes that shone like laser beams.My claws stayed out, my body ready to strike, but something inside me needed to know.I took a slow step forward, my voice steady despite the storm churning in my chest."Why?" I asked him. "Why are you doing this?"Godfrey didn't answer right away. He studied me with his dark and ancient eyes, like they'd seen too many winters and too much blood. He looked at me the way someone might look at an insect they couldn't quite squash, curious, detached, and completely without mercy."It's nothing personal, child," he said finally, his voice low and almost... kind. "It never was."My jaw clenched. "You're trying to kill me and take my child, and you think that's not personal?"He gave a small, cold smile. "Well, you're at war with mine, and I'm not taking it personal." He casually gestured to Kendra. A low chuckle spilled from his chest. His gaze slowly crawled to my belly, and
DAISY'S POVZordon didn't wait.He charged forward with a growl that sent a shiver through the ground. His body twisted midair, fur ripping through skin, bones reshaping as he shifted faster than I'd ever seen. When he landed, the black wolf that emerged was massive, terrifying, and entirely focused on blood.Isla was right behind him. Her armor clanged to the ground as her body folded into itself, reshaping. Grey fur that seemed silver at first glance bloomed across her back. She hit the dirt running, a flash of steel and teeth.Then Stefan. He let out something between a battle cry and a roar as he leapt, his russet form exploding forward, golden streaks lighting his fur as he collided with a corrupted wolf mid-sprint.Just like that, the front line was chaos.Wolves clashed. Witches shouted spells. Steel met shadow, and blood sprayed into the night air.But I hadn't moved.I stood there, heart pounding, breath caught in my throat.She was awake.My wolf.For the first time in years
DAISY'S POVThe moment the words left my mouth, the world seemed to still.We fight now.The silence before the storm was thick and charged, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Then the roar came, with thousands of voices howling in one unified cry that echoed across the valley, shaking the ground beneath our feet.I stood at the head of the formation, the silver crest of the Deathclaw banner flapping behind me. My heart pounded with a fiery purpose. I wasn't just walking into battle. I was walking into fate.Zordon stood to my right, his tall and steady frame towering over the field like a shadow. He was one who always commanded gazes, but this time, the army's eyes weren't just on him.They were on me.The woman they'd once whispered about behind closed doors. The orphan girl, the wolfless Luna, the scorned Luna sold to pay off a pack's debts.Now I was their leader.Our leader.I raised my newly formed sword, which had runes carved into its blade by Lila herself. I demande
ZORDON'S POVThe fortress burst into movement. Wolves howled. Witches began chanting. Soldiers strapped on armor, sharpened claws and blades. The heartbeat of the Deathclaw pack thundered through the stone.That's when I heard her voice."Alpha Zordon."I turned.And there she stood.Olivia. Dressed in black leathers. Her braid pulled back like it had been in her warrior days. Her chin high, shoulders squared. But it was her eyes that stopped me. Not pleading. Not angry.Resolved."You are staying," I said, uncertain whether it was a question or a statement.She nodded once. "At first... I came back for you."Isla stilled beside me."I thought maybe we could fix what was broken," Liv continued. "But I see now... some things aren't meant to be." Her eyes flicked toward Daisy, who stood nearby with a protective hand over her stomach."But if my pack is going to war," Olivia said, her voice steady, "then I'm not staying behind. I'm still a warrior. I won't watch others bleed while I hide
ZORDON'S POVThere are moments in a man's life when the ground shifts beneath him, when the air stills before the storm and all he can do is brace himself for what's coming.This was one of those moments.The sky had darkened earlier than usual, thick clouds rolling in like they too sensed blood in the wind. I stood on the highest balcony of the fortress, staring out across the land that had belonged to my ancestors for generations. Deathclaw territory. Ours by birthright, kept by honour. But this wasn't just about land anymore.It was about cleansing a rot that had gone unchecked, Xavier's lies, Dexter's tyranny, and witches who thought themselves gods.Behind me, the fortress pulsed with purpose. Warriors sharpened blades. Healers bustled between rooms. Elders chanted protective spells. The scent of steel, smoke, and magic mixed in the air.Somewhere inside, Daisy was getting ready. Her heartbeat steady. Her spirit still glowing, crackling with the light of the child we nearly lost.
JEZEBEL'S POVThe black flame candle twisted sharply.Then it screamed.I shot up from the circle, my robes brushing the stone like wings. For a second, the flame glowed bright silver then it vanished into a thin coil of smoke.But it wasn't smoke.It was cold.Ice.I rushed to the altar, my heart was pounding. The mirror I'd used for the spell was already frosting over, thin cracks of white spreading across its surface.No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.The child's spirit that I thought was painstakingly crafted from shadow and bone, stitched with blood and forbidden runes, should've been drawn cleanly from Daisy's womb. It should've settled into Kendra without resistance. That was the plan. That was the promise.But something pushed back.I hissed and sliced open my palm again, pressing the blood to the edge of the mirror. "Show me," I snapped. "Show me her."The mist inside the glass shifted and Daisy came into view.She was on the floor, pale and trembling, her hands grip
ZORDON'S POVThe hall was dim and lined with silent warriors. Everyone could feel it. The coming storm, the weight of tomorrow's battle pressing on every wall, every breath. Even the torches seemed to burn more quietly, as if the flames themselves held their breath.I found Isla in the sitting room, her laugh soft, her posture relaxed as if this morning were any other. She spoke to the man draped in deep, midnight robes stitched with stars and old runes. His silver beard was braided, his presence impossible to ignore.Elder Elric.The man who recently saved my life from a poisoned dagger.He stood slowly as I entered, his every movement calm, deliberate. But his eyes were sharp and bright, held the weight of something far heavier than time."Alpha Zordon," he said, bowing slightly. "Sorry for my intrusion.""I owe you my life," I replied, inclining my head with respect. "If you say it's urgent, I listen."Isla looked between us, her expression shifting. "He says he had a vision. Somet