I didn't know when I got crossed the borders into the BloodMoon pack. I had been so focused on the rabbit ahead of me that I totally lost track of my surroundings. Until I stepped on something and a loud wail filled the air.
They had appeared from nowhere, silent and fast and deadly, and had seized me as I began to struggle.
I landed a kick to one's chin and another kick to another one's nether region. I almost sprang free from their hands but someone gave me a blow to my face and I went reeling.
Another blow, and I lost consciousness.
I had woken up in this cell, with this other girls. Some of them seemed to have been here for days, some of them weeks.
We all became alert as we heard footsteps and the girl beside me began to shake.
“T-They're coming to choose. They're coming to “-choose someone again.” She stammered.
The door cells opened and they appeared. The first man that entered was no doubt an important person. It was in his bearing and in his dressing.
He was huge, dressed in winter's furs. He had long than that was tied together at the nape of his neck and a long black beard.
I placed who he was immiediately. He was Djurek, the great leader of the winter wolves who resided in the North.
He entered into the cell fully, stroking his beard thoughtfully, his eyes on my face.
“How do you do,” he asked me.
“None of your business.” I retorted. I was not in the mood to be toyed with.
He smiled, the corner of his eyes wrinkling. He ran his eyes all over me then he turned to the two men that had flanked me. They were part of the two that had captured me. “I want this one,” he said, pointing at me.
Bastard.
The two men bowed. “She'll be brought to your kingdom as soon as she's ready.”
Djurek left without another word.
I was done.
*****
ALPHA DANTE'S POV
As the cell doors were pulled open, I was faced with a teeming mass of girls all over.
At the sight of my warriors and I, they began wailing.
This was what these barbarians had done to them. It was taking all of my control not to burn the BloodMoon pack to the ground.
Daniel, my beta, came to me. “We've searched everywhere, Alpha. She's not here.”
We were on a search for my Gamma's sister. She had purportedly ran away with the son of the bastard that ran the BloodMoon pack, because she knew no one in her family was bless such union.
Foolish young lovers.
“The Alpha is under watch. What should we do with these girls?”
“Release them.” Then I shook my head. Where would they go to if they were released? Some of them had been here for years.
“They go with us to the pack,” I told Daniel. “We'll sort them out there.”
Daniel bowed. “Yes, Sir.”
The first girl that moved past me did not look like she was scared of what she had been through. Unlike the other girls, her eyes weren't wet or red, a sign that she hadn't been crying.
I watched as she moved towards the guards my men had
captured, pulled her fist backwards and slammed it into each of their noses. I hear her say, “That's payment for punching me, you bastards.”
I raised an eyebrow. She turned and our eyes met. Hers were a very deep blue I hadn't seen anywhere in a long time. I quickly ran my eyes over her. It seemed she hadn't been here long. She still looked healthy, compared to the other girls.
“What's your name?” I heard Daniel ask her.
“My name is Aurelia.”
Daniel chuckled. “I like your spirit, Aurelia. Do you remember your pack?”
“Yes, I do.”
“When were you stolen?”
“I wasn't stolen. I crossed into their borders by mistake.”
Daniel frowned. “How?”
“I'm on Exile. I'm a rogue wolf.”
My head whipped up at that. A female rogue? How had she managed to survive this long? Why had she been exiled? I didn't have time to dwell so much on that thought as a scent engulfed me. It was so strong that I almost choked.
“Mate,”I said involuntarily. Before I could check myself, it
came back again, “Mate.”
She turned to me in surprise, eyes wide and unbelieving. “What do you mean? What are you saying?”
“You're my mate.” I choked out.
“No,” she shook her head, moving back. “You're not my mate.” Her mate was Nicolas. Nicolas who was back at home. Nicolas who had rejected her.
I was still frozen, rooted in shock, when one of my men came running in.
“We have another party of warriors coming in from the north. Conrad sighted them.”
That snapped me out of my shock, fast.
“Any inkling on who they are?”
“No,” answered my man, breathing hard.
“We destabilized them. How could they have called for backup?”
“It could be they had a backup of warriors away from home at the time of the attack.”
I stooped up from the process of replying when a huge man came into view, warriors behind him.
It was Djurek, the bastard and cruel leader of the northern wolves.
What was he doing here?
He came in smiling, and I did all I could not to punch it off his face, but I tried not to let him get to me. He and I history that couldn't be washed away.
He was still smiling as he said, “I see you decided to free the girls as well,” he waved an hand.
“What do you want, Djurek?” I asked. “You have no place here.”
“Neither do you, friend. Neither do you. Now, I couldn't care less about your attack and the freedom you've granted these girls, but you see this one, right here?” He pointed to Aurelia. “She's mine. Paid for her in cash.”
“She's not going anywhere with you.” I growled protectively, stepping in front of her. I would rather die than let Djurek have access to a woman I have a claim on. Not after what had happen last time. “If you want to get to her, you'll need to pass through me first.”
The smile stayed on Djurek's face as he slowly took of his furs. “With all pleasure.”
“Happy married life Melissa!”I reached for the flower bouquet but she snatched it out of my grasp. “You don't need to shout like I'm a lovesick teenager.”“But Aaron thinks you are a baby,”“No, he doesn't.” She lowered her gaze, but I had already seen the redness crawling onto her cheeks. The wedding was over, and a crowd of guests had begun to file out of the temple. We had just finished saying prayers and were now waiting for the carriage that would take us home. “Aaron thinks you're tender baby Melissa, that is why he is going to make a good husband.”Melissande blushed again, but I could see the affection in her eyes. It felt good to love and be loved back. To have someone who knows you more than you know yourself. Melissa had to suffer in her life and the moon goddess rewarded her with a second chance mate, a good and prudent man. Aaron and Melissa became close after the war with the shamanists, and after 4 months, they became official and now they are happily wedded.“I'm
Aurelia's POV “You seem to like spending time in the library, I have never seen you anywhere else. Do you mind telling me what exactly you gain from here?” I didn't turn around to look, there was no need for me to. Djurek could busy his mouth all he wants, I will not make him head of the council. “You seem to be engrossed in the book you are reading.” He said again, walking closer to my reading table. “What is the title and who wrote it?” His exuded an unnameable aura not to mention how irritated his lavender perfume made me. “I don't think I want to discuss books.” I finally turned to look at him. “there's a lot of things going on kind of and it is up to me to shoulder them.” “And I thought the nurses told you to relax. You have received your due date and you cannot afford to be stressed. The council is going to hold their return tomorrow; let me address them. Give me the list of issues you have been trying to solve. Take a breathe and relax. It is not going to hurt.”
Unknown POV “How sure are you that our plan will work out?”Elio stood on the top of the tower gazing down at the werewolf land from its insurmountable height. The land was oddly still, but it was all for one reason, the Alpha king of the south had gotten into trouble in the land of the Andals. This thought brought a small smile to his face and he nodded satisfactorily. “I like that Djurek has finally gotten the perfect reward for his desperation and theft." He said again. "He went about conquering and making Dante look like the idiot who knew that he had been blind all this while. Oh, I can't wait for Dante to emerge victorious and wipe out these disgusting moon servers.” He squeezed his face in disgust as if these people were nothing but trash. “I hate the fact that that bitch was able to plan a counter action to the move Dante and Romeo had planned.” Gareth said, spreading a scroll map on the table. “I have always known that she was the unknown Queen, I sensed it the instant m
Unknown POV The southern lands broke into an uproar the instant they learned about the misoccurrence which shook Djurek in the land of the Andals. They were particularly agitated about the Darnish’s treachery and their decision to play on the king's intelligence. The Danish were never friends with the king. Every attempt they made to get closer to him was to be able to access the throne of the Southern lands which they saw as their inheritance. Two days after news of the war in the land of the Andals broke out, people of the Southern lands gathered in front of the palace and decided to hold a meeting. The meeting was headed by one of Djurek's soldiers. It consisted of the villagers, as well as the nuns from the moon temple. “Alisson Darnish is in there,” The head of the soldiers, Jackson, said raising a hand and pointing a finger at the magnificent building. “She declared asylum and has doubled the guards in her chambers.” “But which foolish guard will remain loyal to her after
Djurek’s POV The weight of the battle pressed against me like an unforgiving tide. The rain fell heavier, washing away the blood on the ground but not the memories of those who had fallen tonight. Dante’s body lay broken at my feet, his eyes wide and lifeless. My muscles burned, my wounds seared, but I had survived. I had won. Around me, the tide of the battle had turned. Aaron’s soldiers cut through Romeo’s and Dante’s remaining men like blades through rotted wood. Victory was at hand, but I couldn’t celebrate. The air still crackled with dark energy, a presence that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned toward the castle, my claws sinking into the sodden ground as I sprinted back inside. I passed the bodies of the fallen, both allies and enemies, their lifeless forms haunting me as I made my way toward the main hall. The sounds of battle echoed from within—clashing steel, cries of rage, and the roar of wolves. Then I saw him. Romeo. He was retreating down the corridor, his ste
Djurek’s POV The hall was magnificent, but to me, it felt like a tawdry. The gold chandeliers above sparkled like false stars, their light catching on crimson banners and ivory curtains draped along the walls. Roses—too many roses—perfumed the air, their cloying sweetness suffocating rather than soothing. Rows of knights lined the edges of the room, their polished armor reflecting the flicker of candlelight, their expressions impassive. The sound of murmured conversation and the occasional clink of goblets filled the space, but I heard it all like distant echoes. The unknown queen stood beside me, her delicate frame hidden beneath an intricate white gown, her face concealed behind a thick lace veil. She held herself with an air of fragility, her hands clasped in front of her as if to hide nervous tremors. But something about her stance was off—too stiff, too deliberate. Romeo stood nearby, his sharp features twisted into a mask of feigned pride. His eyes glinted as he glanced at me