DAISY'S POVZordon froze. "You don't need to worry about that. Listen to me and let this go. What is important is that you are back. We need to find the person who did this to you and make them pay!" Zordon replied. "You don't need to find anyone. I am well aware of the person who did this to me. I just want to know what's going on," I answered firmly. "Well, if you must know, the Alpha —," Isla began but Zordon cut her off with a snarl. "What did I say about speaking out of terms?" She bowed her head in submission. Zordon faced me. "We ran into a little problem while we were fighting with the rogues. But it wasn't anything significant. I am fine now. You don't have to worry!" Zordon explained. "How can you say that it wasn't a big deal, Alpha? You almost lost your life. Do you know how worried I was about you?" Isla said. I sneered at her. She was sure acting like his wife. "Shut up Isla. Didn't I tell you not to talk about this? Besides let's talk about the things that you
DAISY'S POVMy mind was tired, and my pulse was blinking hard in my veins. I just needed to grab a warm bath and get my bearings right. Without saying another word to Zordon I began to make my way to the door. "Daisy, please wait, let's talk. I understand that you're angry, but we need to get you checked out at the healer," he called after me as I stormed my way into my bedroom.Although he had punished Isla, she had refused to apologize to me. She insisted that I had done something wrong and that I had probably orchestrated the whole kidnapping because I wanted Zordon's attention. I felt insulted that she would even think those things about me. "Look, Daisy. I already punished Isla. What else do you want me to do?" he finally caught up to me and grabbed my arm. "Let go of me. I didn't even do anything wrong. I am the victim here. I was kidnapped for crying out loud. And yet, she is saying that I orchestrated it all because I wanted you to come back? Does she think I am as crazy
KENDRA'S POV“Alpha, we lost her trail a couple of miles from here. We don't know which way she headed. Plus we saw two sets of footprints. One was definitely hers, but we don't know who the other belongs to.”"Where is she? You have to find her. None of you are allowed to come back to this pack if you don't find Daisy. I went through so much to finally get her back and yet, you just let her escape like that? And why the fuck did you come back here just to tell me you lost track of her? I don't care how you do it, but you will find her or your families will have bodies to bury.”I watched with a cold smirk on my face as Dexter yelled at the guards, barking for them to go find Daisy. The guards were tired and hungry, I could see it in their faces. But their Alpha didn't care about that. All he cared about was Daisy. Dexter began to throw one of his tantrums and his already exhausted guards tried desperately to make him stop destroying the entire study, but none of them could get close
DAISY'S POVZordon was shaking his head, thinking over my words. "Isla has never felt like she had any competition when it came to your affection for her but now that I am your Luna she realizes she may not have a chance anymore, and she wants to get rid of me,” I tried to explain to him. However, he just shook his head with a smile on his face. He was obviously not willing to believe my words. "No, I don't think it's true. Look, I get that you don't like Isla and I don't blame you for that. She was rude and unfair to you. I am going to do my best so that you don't have to run into her often, but you can't keep saying things like this. Isla doesn't have any feelings for me, and she wouldn't do this to me." I was so angry that I laughed. I wanted to explain to Zordon that he was a man and that he would never understand the feelings of a woman the way another woman would, but I suddenly felt drained. Why did I need to work so hard to convince him that Isla was a bad person? He wou
DAISY'S POV"Do you really intend to stand out there for the rest of the day?" Zordon's voice startled me.I could already imagine the cocky grin across his face and his daunting, teasing eyes. I shook my head in admiration and silliness, both at the same time. The more time that I spent with him, the more I got to find out that he was nothing like the rumours that I had heard. Yes, he was disciplined and firm, but he was also a lovable soul, and this made me wonder why the world didn't know about this side of him. I pushed my thoughts to the back of my head and I opened the door. He looked up from the folder he was reading and stared at me."You have that look in your eyes," he told to me, returning his attention to the folder."What look?" I asked innocently."The one that you always get when you have something worrying about," he responded to me, flipping through the pages of the folder."I don't have any look, and there is nothing bothering me. I just came to check in on you," I
ZORDON'S POVDaisy turned and stormed out of the office, and all I could do was stare at her. She was the most stubborn person that I had met. Her zeal and resilience were admirable. She was bold, courageous, and confident. To top it all off, she had a heart of gold. At first, I was worried that she would never accept my wolves as her people, but here she was, upset that I wasn't letting her protect them. I smiled to myself, wondering how I was lucky enough to have her on my side. She was everything I hoped for and dreamed of. I closed my laptop and leaned back in my chair. She was so worried that I didn't see her as worthy, but she was more than worthy. She was everything to me, and I didn't know how to tell her. I was scared of being too vulnerable with her. I hadn't been vulnerable with anybody ever since my parents died. There was no way I could trust anybody after what my parents had gone through. That was one way she was a better person than me. She knew how to forgive, and
ZORDON'S POV She walked towards me, ever so gracefully. All I could do was look at her, wondering how she had managed to train herself to walk and act like royalty. Well, what can I say? She was royalty; she was my queen. I looked down at my feet, feeling like a teenager who was eager to ask a girl out to be his prom date. It was weird; it felt weird. She made me feel this way, and I was too comfortable with it. I had no way of dismissing it. I didn't want to dismiss it. I didn't know what I was feeling, but I liked it, and I wanted to keep feeling this way about her. I curbed my smile and looked up again. I could feel my insides jumping for joy as she closed the space between us. I had so much to talk to her about; I wanted to define what we were. I didn't want her to kiss me just because I kissed her first. I wanted her to be the one to initiate it; I wanted her to be the one to make the first move.'Have you made yourself approachable enough
DAISY'S POV I headed for my room, the anger in my chest rising as though it were going to burst through my rib cage. I slammed the door as I went in, or at least, I tried to. The weight of the wooden doors didn't allow me to slam it as I wished. I dropped onto my bed and threw the nearest pillow I could find over my face, trying to block out the lights. I screamed and kicked as hard as I could before sitting up. I was so frustrated with the fact that he was doing this to me. I didn't understand him, and I doubted if I ever would. There was something about him I couldn't place my fingers on. One day, he acted like he cared; the other day, he acted as though I was a disease that he wanted to get rid of. I pushed the button near my bed and waited. A maid came running in almost immediately. "Heat up the tub; let it be as hot as it can get. I need to soak my shame away," I said to her. She had confusion written all over her face
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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