DEXTER'S POVThe words hung in the air between us, heavy with implications. My wolf bristled at the idea, but deep down, a part of me sought vengeance.I had been wronged.Xavier leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Together, we can make Zordon suffer. We can take everything from him, just as he took everything from us."'Revenge!' The word burned in my mind.I thought of Daisy, of the way Zordon had looked at me as if I were nothing. I thought of the way the crowd had cheered when he claimed what was mine.Maybe it was time to stop being the man who lost.And start being the man who took back what was his.I met Xavier's gaze, my voice a low growl. "I'm listening."Xavier's lips curled into a slow, sinister smirk. "Good," he hummed. "Then let's talk about how to break him immediately."I crossed my arms, my wolf still restless beneath my skin.I stared at Xavier, the war inside me raging.'You rejected her first, Dexter. You sold her in exchange for power, so you have to deal
KENDRA'S POVI waited for Dexter to accept my lips in a passionate kiss and then pin me on the bed and fuck me until the sun came up, but he surprised me when he caught my wrist, his fingers boring into my skin as he pried my hand away from his body. "No!" his voice was cold and commanding, sending icy shivers down my spine."Dexter, why are you doing this to me?" I asked, surprise flickered over my face. "I am your true mate. The one the Moon Goddess paired you with." "I don't want you anywhere near me, Kendra. My life has been cursed ever since I met you," he grunted. "Just go away," he ordered.The words cut through the air between us. And another shiver crawled over my skin. Not just from his tone, but from the sheer force of his rejection.I lifted my gaze, searching his face for an expression that wasn't this ruthless detachment. But Dexter's face was so rigid, like it was carved from stone, showing he had no sympathy for my feelings. "Dexter," I whispered, my voice trembling
KENDRA'S POV"You are crazy and dead wrong," Dexter's eyes snapped to mine.I let out a laugh, trying to conceal the anger in my heart. "That's right. It was never about me, was it? It was about the position she held. The Luna of the Deathclaw Pack. You hated she had the power, that she held the title of being his Luna and not yours. You think she was supposed to be yours to claim."Dexter's entire body tensed, his breathing uneven. For the first time, I saw hesitation flicker in his gaze.He took a slow step forward, his hands trembling before he clenched them tighter. "You don't know what you're talking about."I tilted my head, watching him carefully."Say it, Dexter." My voice was softer now, almost pleading. "Say you feel nothing for me. Say, you never loved me," I dared him.He stared at me. His face seemed easy to read now, but then, like a switch flipping, his face hardened once more."I feel nothing for you." Each word was slow, meant to pierce straight through me.I nodded,
ZORDON'S POVI experienced a whirlwind of thoughts while I escorted Daisy to her bedroom. It wasn't until I felt her body stiffen that I noticed my hand was on her lower back. I was trying to steady her because she was still trembling from the rush of the events of the gala. Her breathing was heavy as she scrambled away from my hold to go sit on her bed. I locked the door behind us. I stared at her, trying to figure out what she was thinking, but I didn't have to wonder for too long. I could feel her dilemma. She was hurt and angry because of him.I waited for her to speak, since she hadn't said a word since I helped her inside my car and drove her back to the mansion. Different emotions which I couldn't place my hand on ran through me as I continued to study her. Her eyes were staring in the distance, not really focused on anything in particular. It was almost like she was in a trance as she sat there, not moving. A quick gust of wind came in through the open windows, scattering h
ZORDON'S POVDaisy's breath caught in her throat as she lifted her head, her eyes growing wide in shock at how close our faces were. I couldn't help it as I sniffed in her scent like a cocaine addict. She smelt like ripe guavas on a hot summer's day. "You smell delicious, Little Bunny," I confessed. I leaned in, pressing my nose to hers and letting our lips connect gently. She let out a gasp and took a step back, almost falling over in the process.I grabbed her wrist, yanking her up and forward until our bodies collided. My hands curled around her waist unknowingly as she gulped, her glossy, pink lips slowly parting."Why do you always run from me?" I challenged her. "It's not like we haven't kissed before.""I know that, but we shouldn't kiss again." She tried to wiggle from my hold, but I wouldn't let her. "And why is that?" I asked her. She tried to form words but couldn't. "Didn't you like the way I kissed you earlier?"As she looked up at me, her eyes displayed rage rather t
ZORDON'S POVDaisy remained frozen on the spot when she realized the intensity of my gaze. "Forgive me for crossing the line. I didn't mean to," she apologized, pretending to look around in search of something, but I knew she was avoiding me."You have nothing to apologize for," I let out. "But I'm curious to know what you think in regard to this?" I asked her. With my hands settled behind me, I stepped closer to her until she was backing away from me. "Zordon, I," she gulped nervously as the back of her legs met the bed, causing her to fall onto the mattress. I crawled over her, my knees pressed on either sides of her and my palms flat on the space above her head. I made sure not to touch her. Her emerald eyes dulled as she locked her gaze with mine. "Do you believe the gossip about me forcing myself on women?" It seemed that she was considering my question carefully. I watched her with keen eyes and followed as her neck dipped as she swallowed hard. She then cleared her throat a
DAISY'S POV"Rise and shine, milady." A strict, deep but soft baritone voice resounded in my ears, followed by the sound of my curtains being spread out. I twitched when I heard the sharp click of the switch on the wall.What the hell! I raved in my head.The bright, shining light from the bulb shone on me and I flicked my eyelids open. I rubbed my eyes trying to get the sleep out of them before glancing around the room. I grunted when I saw Zordon standing beside my bed with his arms folded at his chest smirking down at me. "Oh Good, you're awake, now get your ass up," he commanded, and I let out a gasp of surprise. My eyes clearly could see the night was still outside. The crickets were still croaking and grasshoppers still whistling. “Is this a prank?” I laughed. Curious of the time, I turned to face to the clock on the wall only to see that it was still dawn. “It's only 4:30. Why the hell should I get up now?" I half-yelled at him as I struggled to sit up, feeling my eyes drowsy
DAISY'S POVI held my breath in anticipation, eagerly waiting for these mysterious people to step out from behind the bushes.Could it be that Zordon wanted to get rid of me somehow to simply annoy Dexter, given that it appears the scoundrel has expressed some affection for me? I felt the urge to kick the tree again out of anger. If this was Zordon’s plan then he tricked me into believing I could trust him. No, I thought. Zordon wouldn’t stoop so low. Would he? Before I could move, like five huge men, who were built like giants, stepped out from the forest at speeds almost greater than the wind. My lips parted slowly, my throat suddenly dry as I wondered why he called these men here. I sure hoped it wasn't to train me because there was no way in hell I could handle even one of them, much less all five. "Boys, get to work," Zordon commanded like the Alpha he was, and my heart started pounding heavily in my chest."Yes, sir." They all yelled, their high tones sending shivers down my
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
DAISY'S POVI woke up to a chill that didn't belong.It wasn't the soft kind that curled against your skin after a restless sleep. This was like ice forming inside my stomach. A creeping, unnatural frost that clawed its way through my womb like a curse reborn.My hands shot to my stomach. My breath hitched."Zordon," I whispered, panic building like thunder beneath my ribs.His arms were around me before I could cry out again. His presence always calmed the storm inside me. But not this time. His touch did nothing to chase away the cold gnawing at my core.He looked into my eyes, and I saw the shift, the fear and the helplessness."What is happening?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Why does it feel like... like my baby is turning to ice?"Zordon pressed his palm to my belly. His magic, usually soft and golden, flared faint and flickering, like a candle struggling in a windstorm. He didn't say anything right away, but I could see it on his face—he felt it too."The magic inside you," he m