Alpha Conan’s POV
The Council chamber was a cavern of stone and judgment, the air thick with the scent of wax and old wood. My Pack’s elders sat in a semicircle, their faces grim, their wolves silent but watchful.
Luna stood in the center, her wrists unbound now but her posture brittle, like a cornered animal. Her eyes burned with defiance, but I could smell the desperation on her, sharp and bitter. My wolf paced, eager to be done with this, to sever the tie that had bound us for too long. Maya was somewhere in the shadows, her presence a quiet anchor, and I drew strength from it as I faced the woman who’d nearly destroyed everything.
I stood before the Council, my voice steady, cold as iron. “I’m here to formally divorce Luna Samira,” I said, my words echoing off the walls. “She’s betrayed the Pack, poisoned Maya, sent Jonathan to attack her. She’s no longer my mate, nor Luna of this Pack.”
Luna’
Maya’s POVThe war room buzzed with tension, and the air was thick with the scent of ink and sweat. Maps sprawled across the oak table, marked with charcoal lines and pins, while candles flickered, casting shadows on the grim faces of Conan’s warriors.News had hit us like a thunderclap: Samira, that venomous snake, had allied with rogue packs, a scrappy horde ready to tear into our territory. Apparently someone had been following her since she was banished, and the little wolf returned to tell us her plans.My wolf paced inside me, claws out, ready to fight, but I kept my focus standing beside Conan, his steady presence grounding me.I wasn’t just his mate now, I was the Luna of this pack, and I’d be damned if I let Samira destroy it.Conan’s voice cut through the low murmurs. “Torren, what’s the latest on their numbers?”Torren leaned over the map, his finger stabbing a ridge north of our lands. “Scouts report three rogue packs, maybe a hundred total. Disorganized, but bloodthirst
Alpha Conan’s POVThe gardens were quiet tonight, the air cool and sweet with the scent of jasmine and damp earth. The moon hung low, nearly full, casting silver light over the paths Maya and I walked side by side.Her steps were soft, her hands tucked into her sleeves, and I could feel her wolf brushing against mine, a gentle hum that made my chest ache. My wolf was calm, content just to be near her, but there was a weight in me tonight, a need to share something I’d kept buried for too long.“You’re quiet,” Maya said, glancing at me, her voice light but curious. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”I chuckled, the sound rougher than I meant. “Just thinking. About you, mostly. And… other things.”She raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching. “Other things? That’s vague, even for you.”I stopped by a low stone bench, gesturing for her to sit. She did, and I settled beside her, close enough to feel her warmth but giving her space. “I’m not good at this,” I said, rubbing the back of my
Alpha Conan’s POVThe Council chamber was a cavern of stone and judgment, the air thick with the scent of wax and old wood. My Pack’s elders sat in a semicircle, their faces grim, their wolves silent but watchful.Luna stood in the center, her wrists unbound now but her posture brittle, like a cornered animal. Her eyes burned with defiance, but I could smell the desperation on her, sharp and bitter. My wolf paced, eager to be done with this, to sever the tie that had bound us for too long. Maya was somewhere in the shadows, her presence a quiet anchor, and I drew strength from it as I faced the woman who’d nearly destroyed everything.I stood before the Council, my voice steady, cold as iron. “I’m here to formally divorce Luna Samira,” I said, my words echoing off the walls. “She’s betrayed the Pack, poisoned Maya, sent Jonathan to attack her. She’s no longer my mate, nor Luna of this Pack.”Luna’
Alpha Conan’s POVThe pack house was dead quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every creak feel like a threat. I couldn’t sleep, my wolf restless, urging me to check on Maya. The poison had left her fragile, and the thought of her vulnerable kept me on edge, pacing the halls like a caged animal. My boots echoed on the stone, the moonlight casting jagged shadows, when a faint scuffle near her chambers stopped me dead.My nose caught it, Jonathan, stinking of sweat and bad intentions. My wolf roared, fury blazing through me as I rounded the corner.There he was, sneaking toward her door, a knife glinting in his shaky hand. I didn’t think, I lunged, slamming him into the wall, my hand around his throat, claws pricking his skin. “You slimy bastard,” I growled, my voice low and raw. “You think you can get to her?”Jonathan’s eyes bugged out, his voice a pathetic sque
Maya’s POVMy eyes fluttered open, the world blurry and heavy, like I was swimming through fog. My body felt like it weighed a ton, my limbs weak, my throat dry as sandpaper. I was in the healer’s room, the faint smell of herbs hitting me. Conan was there, slouched in a chair beside me, his hand wrapped around mine, his face haggard, like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes snapped to mine, and the relief in them nearly broke me.“Maya,” he said, his voice rough, leaning forward so fast the chair creaked. “You’re awake. Thank the gods.”I tried to speak, but my voice came out a croak. “What… happened?”He squeezed my hand, his grip firm but careful. “You were poisoned. Nightshade in your stew. You’ve been out for three days.”“Three days?” I rasped, my head spinning. “Who…?”“Samira,” he growled, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage. “Her maid confessed. She’s done, Maya. She’ll pay.”I swallowed, my throat aching. “I should’ve seen it coming.”“Don’t,” he said, his voice sharp
Alpha Conan’s POVJayden’s laughter rang out, high and bright, as he darted around, waving a stick like it was a mighty sword. Maya was right there with him, her dark hair loose and catching the light, her smile wide and unguarded as she pretended to dodge his “attacks.”My wolf hummed, content just watching her, the way her laugh lit up the space around us, making the battered pack house feel alive again.Henry sat nearby, quieter, but even he was smiling, tossing a pebble between his hands as he watched Jayden’s antics.“Daddy, save her!” Jayden called, pointing his stick at Maya, who clutched her chest dramatically, stumbling back like she’d been struck.“Oh, you got me, you little monster!” she gasped, collapsing onto the grass with an exaggerated groan. Jayden squealed, diving onto her, and she tickled him until he was a giggling mess. My chest ached, warm and full, seeing her like this, so free, so here. My wolf wanted to join them, to roll in the grass and soak up her joy, but