ZORDON'S POV"What the fuck is this?” I shouted as I read the headlines in the paper. “I thought I made it clear that I didn't want anyone to know about this. Why has it gained the media’s attention? I need this to disappear by the end of the day! I cannot bear to see such intimate information about me and my wife in the public like this!" I shoved the paper into my Gamma’s hands before he scurried away so he could get on this. Isla had already gone to the TV and Radio stations to pay them off so they didn’t run the story. As I waited outside Daisy's hospital room, I caught the sound of her yelling and making a scene. I truly wanted to go in there and comfort her, but I really didn't know how I was supposed to do that. Mainly because I held onto my anger for her.I understood deep down that she wasn't to blame for none of this, yet the idea of her still communicating with Dexter filled me with rage and jealousy. I didn't like the idea of her conversing with that motherfucker. I de
DEXTER'S POV"Yes Dexter. I have seen the morning papers," Xavier answered. His voice was filled with excitement, and I could tell that he was proud of whatever he had done. "So, were you impressed?" "With what?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. What the hell did he do?I had a bad feeling about this. "So you saw what happened to Daisy then?" Xavier asked me, still sounding excited. "I read she suffered a miscarriage, but what does it have to do with — wait, don't tell me that you are the one behind this?" My face went pale as I made the connection. The newspaper that Kendra had given me did not mention how Daisy lost the baby. Clearly, it had something to do with Xavier! "Of course. You should be happy that I did this for you. Don't tell me that you were planning to let her have the cub of another man? If Zordon and Daisy had a child together, then their bond would be even stronger, and it would be impossible for you to come in between them. You should really thank me for all tha
DAISY'S POVI looked at Zordon expectantly, but the expectation died when he didn't say anything even after a few seconds. I snorted in disbelief. "You didn't find them, did you? It seems like finding the person responsible for our baby's death isn't on your radar. I thought you were the powerful Alpha Zordon. The ruthless leader who could do anything, so why is it so hard for you to do this one thing?!" I shouted. Going through so many breakdowns in one day made me not give a damn about my appearance anymore. My main goal was to find the person who killed my child, but the one person who I was seeking help from wasn't willing to assist me.“I've got Isla handling this, and if someone really did this to you, I promise they'll regret it. Just believe that my beta won’t stop until she catches them,” he stated calmly. It bugged me that he was still so relaxed with everything that was going on. It made me feel as if I were the only one who was mourning the death of our baby. As if it
ZORDON'S POV"What's the latest?" I asked Isla as we walked into the palace together. "Did you find out anything new?"She shook her head, and I could tell that she was not putting in enough effort into this. She was trying to shift focus to another topic. "Isla, didn't we talk about this? Daisy will never be safe as long as the person who did this to her is still walking free. We need to find them and make them pay as soon as possible. Do you even understand the seriousness of this?" I asked her, a bit upset. "Wait! Are you saying you believe her now about being pushed?""I don't know, maybe," I sighed. "There is something I haven't told anybody. I can read her thoughts.""You've marked her, of course you can.""No! This is different. I can also feel her emotions and see things she has seen, but ever since her fall and her hitting her head, it's like the lights are off, and I can't see through her memories. Maybe when she gets better, I will be able to see the face of the person wh
DAISY'S POV"What do you mean, you're going to war?" I asked, looking from Zordon to Isla. I had this heavy feeling in my heart, like something bad was about to happen. Why did everything had to be solved with a war?Isla had a Stoic and distant look on her face, and I could not help but recall the words that she had said to me the other day. How dare she told me to leave this pack and never come back? Who did she think she is? I wanted to tell Zordon about her behaviour, but everytime we were in a room together, he picked an argument with me, asking me things like if I missed Dexter’s lips and tongue. His possessiveness was getting to my head. My skin crawled as I felt the hostility coming from Isla, and it really unsettled me. Why did she hate me so much? Was it because I was not born of this pack? "We have a pact with the Baywatch Pack to assist each other if one of us are ever in trouble. Since they are under attack, we need to be there to help them," Zordon explained to me.
DEXTER'S POVStepping out of my bedroom all dressed up, I ran into Kendra, who had a suspicious look on her face. "You are all dressed up, where are you going?" She asked me, still eyeing me suspiciously. "I don't think I need to tell you where I am going," I snapped at her. "Now move outta my fucking way. I don't wanna see your stinking face right now." Kendra gasped and then sighed. I could not help but notice the eye bags on her face. I snorted. It had only been a few months, and yet, she looked as if she had aged ten years. While comparing Kendra to Daisy in my mind, I realized Daisy had never looked like this, regardless of what she was going through. She had always managed to look so beautiful, and it wasn't something that Kendra could ever replicate. She was just not built to be a wife and a Luna. She did play the side chick role pretty well, though. "Dexter, aren't you tired of this? Do you really want to keep treating me like this? I am your Luna, for crying out loud!
DAISY'S POV"Can I leave now Luna?" Isla bowed, mocking my status. "I have a fight to go win.""Mock me all you want, but I am the Luna and you will always be just the beta," I let out. Isla hissed, and then she turned on her heels and stormed out. Bitch! I thought, as anger flooded my veins. I stayed in the office for a little while, my mind, and body refusing to let me move to the gates and watch Zordon take off without me. I was terrified of losing him, and that fear was causing my body to be very jittery. I decided to go get dressed for bed. I thought that if I slept, then by the time I woke up in the morning, Zordon would have returned home safe and sound. The moment my head hit the pillow, my brain began to swim with dangerous scenarios. Images of Zordon's decapitated head were flashing through my mind. I realized I couldn't sleep.My wolf was a little more active than usual. If only I could shift, I would go for a run in wolf form. Zordon promised to have a doctor review me
DAISY'S POVI remembered all the things that Zordon had taught me. Remaining calm in the face of danger was one of them. I was never to let the other party see how scared I was. And so I looked up at Dexter, refusing to back down. "Get out! Get out right now! Zordon will surely take your life if he comes back and finds you here. Leave now if you know what's good for you," I said fiercely. He just smiled and shook his head. Obviously, my words did not bother him. "I'm afraid Lover Boy won't be coming here anytime soon, and even if he did, I already have people in place waiting to chop his fucking head off," he laughed, and I wanted to use my claws and rip his throat out. "I will not let him take you away from me again, and besides, you're in my house. Don't tell me you don't recognize this room?" He asked me, pleased with himself. I glanced around the bedroom just then, and my heart sank to my stomach when I realized where I was. This wasn't my suite at the palace, but my former
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
JEZEBEL'S POVThe moment I finished eating my meal, I tasted it.The air shifted.A ripple moved through the ancient bonds that tethered me to life and death. Something pulsed in the ether. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, savouring it like blood on the tongue.Life.Not just any life.Her life.The Moonblood's womb had stirred. The child had taken hold.A wolf blessed by the heavens... and touched by shadows.I smiled. My deal with Zordon had brought me everything I needed. His desperation had opened a door. Now, I would walk through it.I reached for my mirror, bone-framed and rimmed in hair. A cruel thing made from a dozen betrayals. I whispered Kendra's name, and the mirror flared to life.She answered on the second ring, lips already painted red like blood in bloom."Jezebel," she said, her voice sharp. "Why are you calling so late?""It's time to get you pregnant."Kendra's breath caught."Now?" she whispered. "But Dexter is getting ready for battle tomorrow.""Yes now. It's