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
ZORDON'S POVThe moment we arrived at the gates, Alpha Dante, the leader of the Baywatch Pack, welcomed me and Isla, along with our group of soldiers. "We appreciate your help, Alpha Zordon. We don't know what we would have done without you," he announced as he shook my and Isla's hands.I acknowledged with a nod. If things went smoothly, I could be home and in bed with Daisy in no time. Shit! I didn't want to be here. If I had my way, I wouldn't even have come here. But I was an alpha, and just like Isla said, I had countless responsibilities to attend to. "It's okay. I know you would do the same for my pack if we were the ones in trouble," I replied. The Alpha gave a bow and then guided us into his pack house. It wasn't as huge as mine, but then, the Baywatch pack was much smaller with an even smaller economy, and so I could understand. "The soldiers will be brought to their quarters now. This should give us some alone time to talk," Alpha Dante spoke, gesturing to me and Isla.
DAISY'S POV I ran my hands over my legs and glanced up at Dexter, who kept grinning at me. Why couldn’t I move? And why couldn’t I sense my wolf? Sure I couldn’t shift, but for the past few days I felt her straighten a bit. A pulsating sensation ran through the veins in my legs causing me to hiss in discomfort. What the heck was happening to me? Why couldn’t I sense anything in my bottom half? “Dexter, you tell me right now, what the fuck is going on?" I yelled at him. He wore this twisted expression on his face, like he enjoyed seeing me weak and fragile, sprawled on the ground, unable to move. My predicament just seemed to boost his mood even more. He strolled over and lifted me off the ground into his arms, and even though I screamed and tried to shove him away, it was pointless. His grip just tightened around me and I had no strength in my body to do a thing about it. He sank his face in the crook of my neck, sniffing me and enjoying my scent. “Oh Daisy, I
KENDRA'S POVEven though the healer's face was all calm and collected, my heart was doing backflips inside. I was eager to hear the results. This was the chance that I had been looking for, the opportunity I badly needed to fix my relationship with Dexter. Falling in love with him was never the plan, but he was the first man I'd met that wasn't obsessed with my looks and body. Being rejected by him has made me make it my mission to get him to fall hard for me, but in the process, I ended up falling in love with him instead. Call me twisted. I know I sounded crazy. But I think Dexter and I could be crazy in love together. But with that Daisy in the way, Dexter would never be mine. Well, I almost won him over when he thought I was pregnant, but when he found out I lied, his true feelings for me surfaced. I briefly considered the idea of getting pregnant just so that I could have something over that bitch Daisy, but I never really thought it would happen since Dexter wasn’t touching
KENDRA'S POV"Dexter, I am pregnant," I informed him, and placed a hand on my stomach. I looked at him excitedly, thinking that he would just be as happy as I was. After all, this was his first child, and he had always wanted a child, right? However, he just stared at me with no ounce of emotion on his face. He couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge me. "And so?" He sneered. The smile fell off my face. "What do you mean and so? I am pregnant with your child. We are going to have our own little pup and —,""Get rid of it," he ordered, as if he was talking about an animal, not his own flesh and blood. I shook my head, unwilling to believe that the father of my child was the one saying these things to me. "Have you lost your mind? How could you even think about asking me to get an abortion? You're so cruel." I accused him. "Look, Kendra, I don't care about these little games you're trying to play. I am so sick and tired of your fuckery. I want nothing to do with that thing that
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
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