LOGINChapter 5
Astrid's pov The laughter instantly died out the moment I rolled in, well except for Taylor. She was still grinning from ear to ear. "Astrid! I've been waiting for you to show up... What took you so long?" She asked like she wasn't aware who gave her the kidney. There was also a change in Taylor, the person I had grown up knowing to be pale and hardly energetic seem it to have warmed up in complexion her movements now fluid and free. Damien looked at like I was a ghost from his past, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and squeezed the wheelchair before relaxing and then I told Damien through mind link. "Would you prefer if we had this conversation in front of Taylor or in my ward?" He didn't respond, just kept staring at me like he could will me out of existence. "Make your decision fast, if you don't say anything in the next 2 minutes then–" "Taylor do you mind if I step out for a moment with Astrid?" "Of course not," She said massaging his arm while I was right looking straight at them, "she's your mate afterall, isn't she?" I turned around in a spin, unable to look at them anymore. Damien came from behind to help me push the wheelchair but I hissed at him. "I'm just trying to help," he said wanting to insist. "How thoughtful of you," I sneered sarcastically before taking control again and wheeling over to my ward. Once Damien joined me the excuses began to flow like water. "You know I was just about to come to see you–" "After 3 days?" I asked him my back turned he couldn't see how I was fighting back the tears. "Yes, I was just about to come over and–" "Damien you promised me..." I said trembling all over, "you promised me that if I went ahead with the surgery that you would forget all about her and focus on us, I endured all of that thinking that you would keep your word!" "Who said I wouldn't?!" His voice shot up. "Please..." He walked over until he was in front of me, gripping the wheel chair so I couldn't escape. "Taylor is going through a delicate time now that's she's recovering from surgery, she might suddenly relapse if I cut all contact out of the blue...the doc said that the last thing she needs is stress right now," My head fell. "Then what about me Damien? What consideration does your mate get? You still didn't come to see me in the past three days ..." "My goddess, are you still holding on to that?! I've apologized haven't I?!" He screamed in my face. "You haven't!" I screamed right back at him. "Fine!" He spat out and pushed the wheelchair with me on it three inches backwards and fell on his knees with a thud. "Please my majestic mate... Forgive this foolish Alpha for not abandoning a poor patient for your sake! It's all my fault..." The tears I'd been holding back began to bubble in the corner of my eyes, why must I put up with this? Why must I be shamed just for asking for love?! "Fine!" I yelled at the top of my voice with a violent sweep of my hand pointing at the door. "Go to your precious little patient, I don't care anymore! You can even build a shrine and worship her for all I care! Just get out of my sight you make me sick...ah!" The tears were now streaming down my cheeks, running like a fountain. I covered my face with my palm to hide my shame. He stood up, dusted his feet and sighed. "Astrid..." He called out my name like it physically hurt. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," he walked over, hugging me as I continued to cry buckets. "I'm sorry...I mean it .. please listen to me .."he pulled my palms away from my teary face. "I made a promise didn't I? But I should have been more specific...as soon as both you and Taylor are discharged from the hospital I'll forget that she even exists...I mean it," It was only that evening as he stroked my hair and promised to forget my sister did I realize just how pathetic I was. After years of groveling like an idiot for crumbs of his affection, I had to give up a part of myself for him to reluctantly think of choosing me. As for Taylor, all she needed was a smile (and maybe a few fake coughs ) and he'd be ready to give her the world on a golden platter. All she had to do was breath and he'd be showering her with compliments. I'm sure he kisses the ground she walked on when nobody was looking. But me, I guess he could begrudgingly pretend to like me for the rest of our lives. I can't believe I once looked forward to this, how pathetic. "Can you stay with me for a while?" I asked, knowing I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. He agreed helping me to bed, then he gave me a sheepish expression as he kept stroking my hair and soon his hands were exploring other parts of my body. "Damien..." I called out his name, horrified by what he was clearly hinting,"I just had surgery." "It will be a quick, I'll be in and out before you notice..." I sighed, giving up and letting him have his way. He was halfway through his climax when my stitches tore and I screamed out on my stomach, he confused it as me reaching my climax too and pushed my hands down going faster. "That's it baby, yeeesss!" I was bleeding and my screams were muffled as he enjoyed his peak for the longest twenty seconds of my life. By the time he was done, I'd lost too much blood, the world faded into darkness.The moon shone lightly, with a scar—a scar caused by Astrid’s pain. Even the universe could feel something terrible is about to unfold upon Greymoon.Astrid stood at the end of the balcony, her gown glowing faintly under the moonlight. Behind Sebastian stood watching her silently He said nothing; he only observed that was what he always did —observe her every move and do nothing. There were times Astrid even forgot that he was there. His gaze was always on her, the look that saw more than she wanted him to see. The kind that made her feel serene, and most times the kind that made her forget the sorrows in her heart. But lately, he has been distant and off. Having a cold foot in the revenge plans, something’s not right; she can feel it, but he keeps waving it off, saying it was nothing and that it was just a pack issue, which will be sorted sooner or later.He didn’t tell Astrid that her Anger and pain were awakening something Ancient from centuries ago—A moon spirit bound to her bloo
Sebastian’s POVI stood outside the balcony, watching her. Astrid is now Celeste. The rage in her heart, I could feel something darker coming. I know every bit of the prophecy, and that was why I met Astrid; she was the one who awakened the BLOOD MOON. Years ago, I accidentally went into the Ancient Temple, forbidden from entering by anyone, and that was when I saw the prophecy carved on the walls.On the night Astrid was rejected, the first sign showed. “When lies and greed break the bond of fate, the moon will bleed until the heart either forgives or the world burns.”When Astrid faked her death, there was an imbalance in the divine realm. Astrid’s rejection and fake death Unbalanced the Moon, promising chaos and destruction. “The moment Alpha Damien rejected and betrayed Astrid, his Luna, the moon goddess turned her back on us, not just Astrid.”She was a Luna, born from the lineage of the First Luna in line with the Moon goddess herself. Astrid was not supposed to survive
OneeeeeeeThe letter arrived at dawn.It was sealed with wax and smelled faintly of lavender and smoke — the scent Mrs. Woods remembered from the night she’d last seen Celeste. She’d been too desperate to question it. Inside, the handwriting was soft and slanted, feminine, like someone trying not to be recognized.“If you want to save your daughter, there’s only one way.Alpha Damien is suffering because the world believes she’s mad.Remove him, and Taylor will be freed.The vial enclosed will make it painless.You are not alone in this fight.— An ally of the Moon.”The Woods never noticed the faint shimmer in the ink — the trace of magic that carried Astrid’s scent, hidden beneath the disguise of Celeste’s handwriting.They never once imagined that the so-called ally offering them hope was, in truth, the very shadow waiting to watch their world burn.By the time the sun sank behind the pines, the choice was already made — or maybe it had made them.Mrs. Woods sat at the edge of the
Astrid (Celeste) POVThe first signs of Damien’s unraveling came quietly.A miscalculated trade here, a misplaced trust there — minor errors that multiplied like fractures in glass.And I made sure each crack widened.He’d begun taking advice from men who saw him not as a leader, but as a liability they could profit from. I didn’t stop him. I only whispered, “You’re doing the right thing, my love,” each time he turned a blind eye to logic.The more chaos he created, the more power I gained — and I hated myself for how easy it was.By the second week, the council chamber was a battlefield.Packs that had once pledged loyalty to Grey Moon started withdrawing from trade deals individually. The Dominion pushed back, threatening sanctions unless “Lady Celeste” was granted complete control over the finances.And Damien, too trusting, too in love, gave me everything without a second thought.It should’ve felt like victory.But it didn’t.Because at night, when the halls went quiet and the fi
Celeste’s (Astrid’s) POVThe council chamber reeked of fear.Not the kind born of battle — the quiet kind that made men choose their words carefully and pretend they didn’t see the knife at their throat.I stood behind Damien’s chair, calm on the surface, though the air in the room felt tense. Damien leaned forward, hands pressed against the table as the elders argued over numbers and alliances — all scrambling to hold together what was already slipping through their fingers.“The Southern Pack has cut off all trade routes,” Elder Ronan barked, slamming his palm down. “They’re saying we missed a shipment payment.”“That’s not true,” Damien shot back, eyes narrowing. “Grey Moon doesn’t miss payments — ever.”I tilted slightly, my tone calm and measured — smooth as silk.“Perhaps the misunderstanding lies in old agreements. The Southern Pack’s records are notoriously outdated. We could modernize the contract.”Elder Ronan’s glare shifted to me. “And by ‘modernize,’ you mean let the Domi
It was astonishing how easily trust could be bought with the right smile.Damien had always been the kind of man who mistook softness for sincerity. He saw care where there was calculation, loyalty where there was leverage. And in this game, that flaw was my greatest weapon.The council chamber of Grey Moon was quiet, its round oak table reflecting the golden morning light. Damien sat at the head, shoulders squared, jaw tense — a picture of authority slowly unraveling beneath the weight of his doubts.“Celeste,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “the council’s been breathing down my neck again. They think I’m spending too much on border patrols, too little on trade routes—everyone’s an expert lately.”I let a note of sympathy enter my voice. “They only question because they don’t see what you see. But sometimes, Damien… vision requires sacrifice.”He looked up, confused. Perfect.“What kind of sacrifice?” he asked.“The kind that frees you from old burdens,” I replied softly, s







