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
DEXTER'S POV"Run Luna! Run," I yelled with all my might. I forcefully nudged her, hoping she would get moving already. She released a startled breath. My forceful push caused her to lose balance and fall heavily to the ground. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead.My heart thumped in my chest, and my eyes widened in surprise, especially upon hearing the enemy's footsteps getting nearer. The Luna scattered to her feet and bolted off, away from the man who chased her. I tried to run with her, but suddenly an arrow whizzed through the air from behind and struck deep into my heel."Argh!" I winced in pain. Instantly, I felt something began to burn my veins as something like acid moved through my system, weakening me. My legs wobbled, causing me to drop to my knees while everything around me faded.There was no doubt about it. I was poisoned. I blinked rapidly, struggling to keep my eyes open.A few feet away from me, I saw her running back towards me, shaking her head in disbelief. She
Hey there, my awesome readers,Just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU for sticking with my story all the way to the end.It means the world to me that you took the time to read it, whether you devoured it in one sitting or came back to it bit by bit. I hope the journey was worth it, and that the characters, twists, and emotions stuck with you in some way.Seriously, your support means everything. Thanks for being part of this adventure.Take care and keep reading and living out adventures,Love, Fiona. *******A little sidenote, the next book that I will be completing is, THE REJECTED OMEGA IS THE LYCAN KING’S MATE. Then it will be, THE WEREWOLF SWITCH. These two stories will be merged together to create another story called, WHEN A WEREWOLF AND A LYCAN KISS. So stay tuned. Thanks again for your patience and understanding. I love you all. God bless you.
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