ZORDON'S POVI stood at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed and eyes fixed on Daisy as she moved with stealth. She was a natural and way more of a talented fighter than I thought. Sweat glistened on her skin under the afternoon sun, her muscles taut with effort. She was getting better, faster, stronger, and more precise. Every strike she delivered was sharper than the last, and every dodge was more calculated.Good.She needed to be strong. Strong enough to survive. Strong enough to fight back when the time comes.I watched as she pivoted, launching a powerful kick that sent the training dummy staggering back. The sound of wood cracking echoed across the field. She barely took a breath before attacking again, this time more relentless and determined.A small smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. She was improving, more than I expected, and that was all the satisfaction I needed."Not bad," I called out, my voice cutting through the clatter of training. "But you seem to b
DAISY'S POV I inhaled sharply. Who did this man think he was? He was looking at me like he was the big bad wolf, and I was the bunny who he had caught to be his next meal. "OH Goddess! You have the most smug face of all the smugs in the land," I rolled my eyes. "But you find me handsome. Am I wrong?" There he went again with his smugness as he sipped on his wine. "Dead wrong," I huffed. "Little Bunny, you are fun to talk to and be around," he revealed and something about the way he said it brought heat to my face. He noticed, but he didn't comment on it. "So please, tell me these rules of yours before I run out of this good mood I'm in." "First, you won't control me in public. I will go wherever I want, and whenever I want to." He let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head as if amused by my boldness. “Daisy, you are my Luna and that means..." "That means nothing if I feel like a prisoner," I cut him off, my voice sharp as a blade. "If you drag me into your world, I w
DAISY'S POV His finger moved down to my chin, and then he cupped it, forcing me to hold his gaze. My pulse spiked. "You are mine, and that means you follow my rules, whether you like them or not." His breath was so inviting, and now I was envious of everything that has ever been inside his mouth. I swallowed but remained silent, waiting. "Let me make this simple for you, Daisy." he continued, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "My own rules don't apply to the event only, but also to your general stay here," he fumed. "Rule one: you do not leave without my permission. Whether it's a walk, a trip to the market, you go nowhere unless I allow it." My fingers curled into fists at my sides, but he ignored it. "Rule two: you will not entertain any man's attention. That means no conversations, no stolen glances, and certainly no dancing. If any man dares to touch you, it will not be you who suffers the consequences but him." My eyes flickered with defiance. I wanted to argue,
DAISY'S POVAs the days went by, the weaker my wolf got. I asked my uncle about it, but he constantly dismissed my concerns. "You've been through a lot of traumas, Daisy. And the effects of these traumas are draining your wolf's energy. You will gain your strength when you grow older, or when you find your destined mate," Uncle John had repeatedly assured me.But it didn't feel like just trauma. I knew it was something worse. My wolf was withering as though she were being poisoned, as though wolfsbane ran through my veins instead of blood.In my uncle's household, I was reduced to the cook, cleaner, gardener, and housekeeper. I was forced to juggle with multiple house chores and when I would complain, I would be left with no other option than to stay hungry. With a grumbling stomach and weak bones, I was still threatened to work day and night, ensuring that the entire pack was clean to perfection.And even through all of this, I found a way to do my degree online. I got a scholarsh
DAISY'S POVHis scent was intoxicating, my head was spinning from his presence. His aura was so overwhelming and the heat from his body seeped into my skin like hot lava. He kept growling softly as he sniffed the air, loving what he was smelling. He sank his nose into the crook of my neck. I lifted my chin, like I was gaining him access, refusing to step back. "What do you think you're doing?" I had to at least sound like I wasn't into this. "Do you want me?" he asked bluntly, as though discussing another one of his business deals. He pulled back now, wanting to see the reaction on my face. His gaze dropped to my lips."What...?" I raised my eyebrows, pretending to be confused."You can tell me," he murmured. "It will be our little secret." He was caging me against the mirror on the wall. Before I could snap out a response, he lowered his nose to my cheek, his fingers ghosting over my neck, tilting my face up to his."I have no clue what you mean," I whispered, my voice lacking t
ZORDON'S POVDaisy was really nervous about what I'd say next. But mark her? I never even thought about doing that, because I didn’t want to force her to have my mark if she was not genuinely interested in this marriage with me. We only had a contractual relationship, plain and simple. Marking her would feel like I was crossing the ultimate line. When everything settled down, I thought about freeing her, but if she had my mark, how could I just walk away? She would be bound to me forever, well, not forever, we would have to reject each other if we decided to go our separate ways. "Zordon. Say something." her voice was enough to pull me from my stupor. “Daisy, you have no idea what you're asking for. I can't mark you," I hissed. "Yes you can. Please, I beg you, don't reject me like everyone else in my life," she pleaded. I could taste her desperation and my heart went out for her. "This way, you can see and feel my every move. You'll be able to know what's on my mind and in my thou
ZORDON'S POVI felt the way her heart raced, the manner in which her eyes glowed because of her extraordinary wolf.But I thought she had a weak wolf.She stared at me for some while as though struggling for the right response. Her eyes were clouded with something I couldn't quite decipher.Was it fear?Pain or hesitation?"Daisy?" I prompted, my voice lower than intended. "Say something. I thought you said you couldn't shift anymore."She struggled to speak, but then she closed her mouth as though shutdown by an unseen force."I haven't since that one time when I was sixteen. I don't know what's happening now," her voice was cracked with pain, her eyes welled up with tears. "What can I do to make it better? Do you want me to call the pack healer?" My hand went to her shoulder and just like that, she relaxed, and her shift seemed to have stopped. Her eyes slowly slipped back to forest green."No. This is embarrassing. I don't want another person to ridicule me or mock me," she drawle
DEXTER'S POVIt was the day of the gala party, an event that united different packs. Alpha's and their Lunas, betas, gammas, and even omegas weren't left out in the celebration.Appreciation was to be rendered to the Moon Goddess. Gifts were to be exchanged between one another and awards were to be given to those who deserved it.I walked through the grand entrance of the Wolfberry Hotel where the gala was taking place, each of my steps commanding attention.The flashing lights of cameras lit up the crimson carpet, reflecting in my sharp, midnight-black suit.My presence alone was enough to silence murmurs, guests parting instinctively as if making way for a king.Behind me was Kendra, her hands gripped tightly to mine.Owing to the fact that every Alpha who had found their mate was mandated to come with their Luna, I had no option than to let her tag along.She was basking in the euphoria of the attention she was getting, sending away reporters and photographers who she termed spies.
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