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 air buzzed with excitement as the pack celebrated this momentous occasion, one I believed was meant to honour Dexter and me.I stood beside my fiancé, my heart swelling with pride at being in the company of such a powerful alpha. I was dressed in a midnight-blue gown that matched the colour of his eyes perfectly. Furthermore, I felt every bit the Luna I had dreamed of becoming. For years, I had been by Dexter's side, supporting him through battles, council meetings, and late-night strategizing sessions. I had given him my heart, my devotion, and my everything. Tonight was going to be the night he would finally acknowledge all that I had done for him. The moment he would tell everyone that I was the brains behind everything; the one who stayed up longer than anyone, the one who came up with the best and brightest ideas to defeat rogues and keep our pack safe. He would finally declare that I was the woman he would swear to love for
DAISY'S POVMy hands trembled as I yanked open the dresser drawers and began packing my clothes into a worn leather bag. I didn't really give much thought to where I was going to go. All I knew was I had to get as far away from this nightmare as possible. My breaths came out in short gasps, and my chest tightened with every passing moment.I made up my mind that I couldn't stay here anymore. Not in this pack. Not where every corner held memories of Dexter and me. Even this dresser was giving me flashbacks of what we had. I couldn't count how many nights he made love to me against the mirror. Every piece of furniture and every room in this packhouse reminded me of us. But there had never really been an us, had there?The reality of what happened last night crashed over me like a fallen tree. Dexter had chosen someone else to be his Luna in front of the entire pack. Without a second of hesitation, he had cast me aside and humiliated me, stripping me of the possibility of ever becoming
DAISY'S POV Dexter crossed his arms at his chest with satisfaction gleaming in his cold eyes as he watched the terror on my face. "Leave us," he told the others. "But Dexy," Kendra pouted. "I don't want to leave you with this crazy woman." "I'll be fine, Kendra. Just go," Dexter hissed. "Dustin, take care of her until I'm done here and give our guest something to drink." "Yes Alpha," Dustin nodded as he left us alone inside the Luna's quarters. I was having an internal battle with myself. I would be a liar if I said Dexter's presence didn't affect me. It wasn't like it had been years since we had sex. As a matter of fact, it was only three days ago we were making love on this same carpet we were standing on. I remember how his eyes lit up when he came inside me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear as he rode out his high. Now he was looking at me like I was his worst enemy. I cleared my throat. "What is this about me belonging to the Deathclaw pack? Don't play with me,
DAISY'S POV The room was darker than I expected. It took a while for my pupils to adjust to the little lighting in the area. The brooding power of Alpha Zordon attacked me before I even saw him. I felt it crawling over my skin like a swarm of ants, tickling and biting my flesh. My pulse pounded as my eyes saw his silhouette lean back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass as he adjusted his trousers. His golden pinky ring glistened in the darkness as the red ruby winked at me. I could feel his attention on me, pressing down on my body as though he were assessing my every curve. He broke the silence which lingered in the air. "Are you scared, Little Bunny?" He asked me. His voice was sweet as honey. I was shocked to hear how every word rolled off his tongue so smoothly. Like butter over hot toast. And even though I was afraid, something inside me told me not to cower. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out even though I was screaming the answer, NO
DAISY'S POV The East Wing was nothing like I had expected. I thought Zordon would throw me into some dark, cold cell. I thought I'd be locked in a damp room with nothing but chains and nightmares. Instead, the chamber I was led to was nothing less than luxurious. A massive four-poster bed dominated the space. It was draped in dark, silky sheets that was tempting the tiredness in me. A fireplace crackled softly on the far wall, casting flickering shadows over the thick lion rugs and ornate furniture. A wardrobe stood in the corner with its doors slightly ajar, revealing an array of dresses and clothes, none of them mine. I clenched my fists as the guard left, the heavy door clicking shut behind him. There was no lock, but I wasn't stupid enough to think I could just walk out of here. Not when I could feel the weight of unseen eyes watching me. I took a slow breath as my mind raced. Dexter had thrown me to the wolves, literally. I was in Alpha Zordon's territory now, surrounded by
DAISY'S POVI barely had time to breathe, shower and slip into my nightgown after the so-called tour before the door to my room burst open.It was Zordon. His presence filled the space instantly, sucking out the air like a storm crashing into a quiet shore. He had a brown envelope in his hand. I hated the fact he didn't knock. He just walked in, reminding me he owned the place. And maybe, in his mind, he thought he owned me as well. I straightened, trying to mask the tension in my shoulders. "Do you always barge into rooms without knocking?"His lips twitched, but there was no real amusement in his gaze. "Yes. I find it unnecessary. You'd understand if you were an alpha.""What do you want, Alpha?" I bowed. "It has been a long day for me. I need rest," I frowned.He looked at me and then let out a sly smile."Little Bunny, I know you know everything," he folded his arms behind his back as his eyes roamed my frame. He was respectful and businesslike at breakfast, but now that we were
DEXTER'S POVA dull ache throbbed behind my eyes as I stirred awake. My body felt heavy, weighed down by anxiety.I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains, the scent of jasmine lingering in the air.And then my gaze darted towards Kendra. She laid beside me, her brown hair splayed across the pillow with her bare shoulders peeking from beneath the blanket. I felt nothing, neither warmth nor satisfaction. Only an emptiness that gnawed at my chest.Daisy.Her name whispered through my thoughts like a ghost that refused to let me rest.I turned onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as regret coiled around me, tight and suffocating.Why did I let her go?The question burned in my chest, relentless. I told myself it was for the good of the pack that Zordon's threats had left me no choice. I convinced myself that sacrificing Daisy was necessary. But as I lay here, the weight of my decision pressed down on me like a crushing tide.Memories flooded in, unbidden.Da
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
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