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'
ISLA'S POVDaisy walked away, and I immediately saw the relief flood Xavier's face. It was almost pathetic, how easily her presence rattled him. I smiled to myself, savouring the small victory. The moment she disappeared from sight, he rushed toward me, burying his face into the curve of my neck.I hated that a part of me still ached for him, even as the rest of me seethed with hatred. I had hoped to talk some sense into him, but if that failed, I was prepared for the next time we met — and I would kill him without hesitation.I forced myself to relax in his arms. He must have felt the shift because his grip around my waist loosened. He breathed me in, as he always used to, clearly comforted by the scent he loved. A small pang tugged at my chest. I missed that too.He eventually let me go, brushing his fingers through my hair. I didn't flinch. I wasn't afraid of him. Not yet. But I kept my guard up — he had once tried to kill Zordon. I will never forget that."I've missed you so much,
ZORDON'S POVI called her once. No answer.Panic spiked in my chest as I looked at Stefan. Isla never ignored my calls — not unless something was wrong. Stefan reached for his phone, but I held up my hand, stopping him cold. We couldn't tip them off by making more noise.I called again. My grip tightened on the phone as I muttered a quick prayer.This time, she answered on the second ring."Is that him?" I heard Xavier's voice bark in the background. "Perfect timing. How fucking convenient.""Isla," I growled into the phone. "What the hell is going on? Are you both okay? Is Daisy with you?""We're fine, Zordon," she replied quickly. "We'll be heading back soon. Daisy went to see Dexter alone — thought they deserved privacy. But she stormed outside. I'm almost done here.""You let Daisy go off alone?" My voice was low, controlled but simmering with anger. "In enemy territory? Everyone wants her. Find her. Now.""She can handle herself, Zordon," Isla shot back, steady as ever."I don't
DAISY'S POVI walked down the hallway, heading back to the sitting room where I'd left Isla. If she wasn't done with her conversation, I was fully prepared to drag her away from it. I didn't care anymore. But just as I turned the corner, I stopped in my tracks. Lila was there.She wasn't wearing a mask this time. She stood with her real face, her own face.I froze, words caught in my throat. At one point, she'd been my best friend.Lila was a witch. When we first met, she was practicing revival magic on dying flowers in the garden. Even though she looked way younger, I was only a year older, but it never mattered. I wasn't a witch and couldn't do magic, which made everything she did all the more fascinating. I used to sit and watch her bring dead petals back to life. Eventually, she noticed me, smiled, and waved me over.Witches and wolves were never meant to mix, but with her, it was different. Her parents didn't care that I was a wolf. Neither did she. She welcomed me with open arms
ZORDON'S POVI sat on her bed, and she looked at me. I saw it in her eyes. Something dark and distant. I just didn't know what to say or do. I couldn't let her know that I knew she had been spelled. If she realized that, she could put everyone in danger. Daisy was powerful enough to take down the entire wolf force I had built. She was that strong.I reached out and touched her hand. It was cold. She was a wolf, her body was supposed to regulate temperature, but not now. Not like this. I took a deep breath and gave her a soft smile."I just came to check on you. I didn't get the chance to say goodbye this morning, and I want you to know how sorry I am for that," I began. "I was scared... scared that Dexter might convince you to stay. I let my emotions get the best of me. I should've handled things better and I didn't. I just can't imagine my life without you. Making sure you're okay... that's more important to me than anything.""You don't have to apologize for anything," she said flat
DEXTER'S POVI watched her walk out of the study. I knew she wouldn't listen, so I had already put some precautions in place. Zordon had his claws deep inside her, and the only way she'd break free was if she killed him herself. I smiled, knowing it was only a matter of hours before the unthinkable happened.I sat patiently, waiting for the rumor to spread like wildfire. Xavier walked into the study and sat down, looking at me with that smug expression, clearly impressed with himself. I stared back, wondering if he truly knew what I was up to. Bringing the witches into this war had been his idea, but he had no clue they had brainwashed an entire pack to follow my orders. Xavier wasn't exactly a man of high morals, but I had a feeling he wouldn't agree with that part of the plan. That's why it was better to keep him in the dark.There was no other way.He told me to be willing to do whatever it took to win this war—and that's exactly what I did. I did whatever was necessary. I pulled o
LILA'S POVAfter bumping into Daisy in the hallway, a heavy guilt settled in my chest. Something about her words... they felt real. Too real. A part of me wanted to believe her. But that couldn't be true, Dexter would never lie to me. No matter the situation, he always told me the truth.The truth was that Daisy ran off to Zordon. She hated Dexter for making Kendra his Luna, but what choice did he have? He told me he got drunk, mistook Kendra for Daisy, and slept with her. They conceived a child, though the baby was lost. Still, he couldn't let his blood exist outside the pack, unprotected. It was too dangerous. He chose the future and safety of his child over his own happiness. Any reasonable man would've done the same.He made a mistake, and now he was paying the price. But he didn't run from it. He didn't deny the child. He stepped up, held his head high, and accepted his fate. That made him the hero, sacrificing his own joy for the greater good.Yes, it wasn't an easy choice. But
KENDRA'S POVWhat was I even expecting?I sniffled as I lay on my bed, scrolling through my phone in a desperate attempt to distract myself from what had just happened in the hallway. Of course, he was going to choose her over me. There was no version of this story where he would look at both of us and pick me. Never.This was supposed to be a mission. Just a mission. I was supposed to help my father ruin him. I knew it was a bad idea from the start. But Dexter’s charm... it worked its magic on me. Now here I was, hopelessly in love with a man who was still obsessed with another woman.I couldn't do this anymore.I wanted to go home. I wanted to call Tony and tell him I'd made up my mind—that I wanted to be with him. That I was done holding out hope for Dexter. Done waiting for him to change. I was tired of being humiliated. Tired of being a placeholder in his life. He was never going to love me the way I needed him to.I wasn't going to keep stroking his ego or warming his bed like I
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DAISY'S POVThe house was finally still.Zion was fast asleep in his own bed, curled up with his stuffed wolf tucked beneath one arm. He'd insisted he wasn't tired, then passed out mid-sentence while telling me his version of a bedtime story, which, naturally, included dragons, glowing swords, and a lot of heroic howling.Zahra, our six-month-old daughter, was tucked into her crib in the nursery. The faint sound of her gentle breaths echoed through the baby monitor beside the bed. She'd been fussy earlier, but a warm bottle and a lullaby had done the trick. Now her tiny hands rested over her heart, lips parted in a peaceful dream.For the first time in days, everything was quiet.And for the first time in weeks, we were alone.I stood at the foot of our bed wearing one of Zordon's oversized t-shirts. I had unbuttoned it just enough to tease. My body still hadn't completely returned to its pre-baby shape, not that I had I tummy, I was way curvier than I was before I got pregnant. The w
ZORDON'S POVZion was supposed to be napping.Instead, he was orchestrating what I could only describe as a chicken rebellion, armed with a stick, a feather, and a very serious scowl.I stood on the porch, arms folded, watching as my son attempted to "train" the chicks like miniature soldiers. They, in turn, had formed a sort of panicked flock and were darting around in circles while he shouted instructions that made no sense whatsoever."Line up, soldiers!" he barked, tripping over his own feet and landing in the mud with a giggle.Daisy gave her running after him and came to stand behind me, she sighed lovingly. "You should probably stop him before he declares war on the garden."I didn't move. "He needs to learn about leadership.""Zordon."I glanced at her over my shoulder. She was glowing, in that maddeningly beautiful way she always did when she was pregnant. Her hair was braided back from her face, her dress loose and light, and one hand was settled protectively over her belly.
DAISY'S POVThree Years LaterZion was barefoot again.I could hear his laughter before I saw him, high and wild, the kind that only belonged to children who had never known fear. His little legs darted through the tall grass like he belonged to it. Thick, dark curls tangled in the wind, dirt streaked across his cheeks, and a dandelion stem stuck behind one ear."Zion!" I called, not really trying to stop him.He spun once, arms flung wide like wings, before he took off running again this time toward the coop. A dozen chicks scattered in every direction, their little peeps rising in alarm.Zordon stood on the porch, arms crossed over his chest, a familiar scowl tugging at his mouth. "That boy is menace to our livestock."I stepped up beside him, one hand resting on the curve of my belly, the other slipping into his. "They adore him.""They fear him.""They follow him," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. "There's a difference."Zordon snorted but didn't argue. Instead, he ki
DAISY'S POVA few nights later, the palace felt almost too quiet.Just the hush that comes when everyone else has gone to sleep, and you're left alone with your thoughts.Zordon lay beside me, already half-asleep. One arm was draped across me and our son, the weight of his hand warm and steady. He always slept that way now. Like he thought he could protect the baby even in dreams.I wasn't tired. Or maybe I was, but the exhaustion felt too big to settle. Like my body didn't know how to turn off yet. My brain kept replaying the day on a loop, our vows, the sound of the crowd, the gold circlet still pressing faintly into my forehead like it had left a mark.A crown. A child. A future I could barely begin to understand.Eventually, I drifted off. Not gradually. It was more like falling, like one blink and the world shifted beneath me.******I was standing in a field I'd never seen before.Moonlight poured from the sky like rain, so bright and clean it made everything shimmer. The grass
DAISY'S POVThe forest had changed since the war, but only just.New green pushed up through old ash. Flowers bloomed where fire once scorched the earth. Trees whispered again, not in warning, just in welcome.Zordon and I walked hand in hand along the narrow path, the one we'd taken long ago when everything between us had been tension and doubt. Back then, I wasn't sure I believed in fate. I wasn't sure I believed in us.Now?His hand was warm in mine, steady and strong. My feet moved slower than they used to thanks to the weight I carried, but I didn't mind. The baby kicked every so often, reminding me that time was short. That soon, we'd be three."You're quiet," Zordon said softly, brushing a low-hanging branch out of my way."I'm thinking.""Dangerous."I gave him a sideways look, but I smiled. "What will we name him?"He paused. "I don't know. I thought you should do the honors, since you are the one who will birth him.""I see," I said, exhaling.The wind stirred through the le
DAISY'S POVThree days after Zordon proposed, I stood at the edge of Mooncliff Summit, dressed in white and shaking in my boots.Well, technically I was barefoot. The seamstress had tried heels, but I had nearly broken my ankle so we settled on soft, woven sandals that I'd kicked off somewhere near the top of the cliff. My feet pressed into the warm stone now, grounding me in a way nothing else could.I kept my hands over my belly, partly out of instinct, partly because it helped me breathe. The baby was quiet this morning. Still and peaceful. Maybe he sensed the magnitude of today. Maybe he was waiting, just like the rest of the world.Thousands had gathered below. Wolves from every surviving pack. Elders. Witches. Seers. Even some humans who knew of our existence. People who had once hated each other now stood side by side. I wasn't sure if it was unity or just exhaustion, but either way, they came.They came to see us.To see me.I still couldn't wrap my head around it.Zordon stoo
DAISY'S POVThe morning after Luna Evelyn's visit arrived with golden sunlight and the smell of cinnamon drifting through the air.Zordon had already left the bed by the time I woke up. I stretched, my hand resting lightly on the curve of my belly. A quiet flutter reminded me that our little one was growing stronger every day.Slipping on a robe, I padded into the sunroom and stopped in my tracks.Zordon was there and he was shirtless, barefoot, and standing over a small table set for two on the balcony. Steam curled from two mugs. Plates of fruit, eggs, fresh bread, and that cinnamon I'd smelled were perfectly arranged. Wildflowers in a simple jar sat in the center."You cooked?" I asked, blinking in surprise.He shrugged. "I bribed someone to help. But I did stir the eggs."I laughed and moved toward him, kissing his cheek before sitting down.We ate slowly, talking about everything and nothing. For a while, it was just us again. No Luna Evelyn. No war. No titles."Come take a walk
DAISY'S POVTwo months had passed since the war ended, yet the air still carried the scent of smoke and death.We had won. The bloodshed was over. But peace wasn't as quiet as I thought it would be. It pulsed beneath the surface like the earth was still bracing for another storm.Dexter's trial had finally ended. He sat alone in the depths of Pine Hollow, sealed away in a cell built for the worst of our kind. Silver-lined walls, enchanted locks, constant guard rotations. But the Council and the Pinewood people had chosen something far worse than death for him.He had been stripped of his wolf.The bond to the moon, the magic in his blood, the power that once made him Alpha, it was all gone. Just like that. No more shifting. No more heightened senses. No more pack. They carved the beast out of him and left only a man behind.And his sentence? To live as the man he truly was. Weak and cruel and hollow. Then I topped off his sentence by sending him to work in the very barracks he once se