Life became cruel since the day I was born. Why? Because nature chose to give me everything but my wolf. As the daughter of an Alpha, I was meant to be like him. I was meant to have the power and strength to continue his legacy but alas, the moon goddess turned her back against me and decided to make me human like my mother. I hated the life that I lived. It was filled with nothing more but hatred and cruelty from the pack members. The only reason I was still alive was because of my father, but I guess daddy privilege didn't last as long as I could. There came a time where they could no longer endure the destestful presence of a human like me….so my father took me away to somewhere he thought I would find a life. But the moon goddess still decided to frown and me and things only got worse. The cruelty and hatred increased by a thousand times and the hatred created a strong thirst for power inside of me. I wanted the power, and I went looking for it. But the question remains, would this power bind or break me? Would it bring me the respect that I deserve or the torture that I don't? How will my story end, especially when a powerful alpha from Ravenwood is involved?
View More“There! You look ready to win the bake-off, Luna!” Clara grins, finishing up the final touches to the stylish bun she had been working on pulling my hair into.A quick twirl in the mirror and I giggle, satisfied with the outcome of all her dedication.I looked wonderful! Felt stunning too–hair all primed and proper, my outfit kept causal but still flattering to my figure and my makeup at a minimal.Hours! We've been at our chaotic dress up since she came in at sunrise to help me get ready, as the bake-off was to start by breakfast.Waking up this morning felt easier than yesterday though–nightmares aside…those were now a part of my nightly routine I was left with no choice but to embrace.And yes, it had something to do with the anticipation of giving this pack exercise my best.I was going to give in my best and earn a bit of respect for myself from the members–not with the influence of Ethan's authority–one that was deserved.I turned to the maid who was now gradually beginning to w
“You need to learn how to throw a punch.” I make a sound of protest for the thousandth time already–which, as expected, goes ignored by Ethan whose focus remains on wrapping my hands with a bandage.We were standing inside his private gym just somewhere around the gazebo by the clearing on pack grounds, the sun barely risen, as he had insisted on teaching me some self-defense skills.How and why were we doing this again?Yeah, he was trying to make sure I would be able to hold my own a bit the next time I found myself in a situation similar to that of the betas and had to shut someone up.We had returned to Ravenwood yesterday morning and I couldn't really tell what it was, but if felt like something was shifting between us.Good–bad? I couldn't say.But it all felt different after he had stood up for me and put Bryce in his place.My father's health had stabilized a bit, and he was now strong enough to do a few things he hadn't been able to do himself, successfully off bed rest.Deci
“Lyra–Luna, finally you've arrived.” Spite and pretence drip from beta Ryder's voice as Ethan and I enter. His use of the word 'Luna' feels like mockery, coated with enough detest, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction as I smile sweetly instead.“For a meetup this urgent, I expect it to be good news concerning my father.” I keep my words short and direct, having no time for their shenanigans so early in the day.“The pack can't continue to stand without a leader, the people are worried, control is slipping and things are beginning to get out of hand, they need a new lord–a new Alpha to take up responsibilities around here while Damien remains-”“Alpha Damien! It is my lord or Alpha Damien to you! Never mix that up again.” My outbursts surprise even myself as I glare hard at beta Ryder.Rage pulses through me, syncing perfectly with my pounding heart.I've never felt the need to pull someone's tongue out so much as I felt for him now.Ethan's hold on my waist tighten
“They didn't even call for the top healer until hours after he had collapsed” Amanda's whispered revelation continued to dance around my head at any given opportunity for days that followed.She had confided in me the next morning after Ethan's and my arrival, giving a clear explanation of just what had happened.Dad had been addressing his council during their monthly meetups before beginning to show signs of discomfort, complaining about pains in his chest region before collapsing.Unusual–suspicious and far from normal.And that's why I had my eyes and ears on the betas–them and a good number of the pack members.“You haven't touched your food.” Ethan's voice snapped me out of my head and I raised my eyes to meet his.I hadn't wanted to leave my dad–especially with his condition still unclear. I was ready to beg Ethan if it had to–turns out my pleas weren't needed in the end.Alpha Ethan had already made arrangements with his beta, sent a message to Ravenwood and put aside everythi
I take one look at Ethan, a quick glance at everyone else around–grab a handful of my dress and rush out while trying not to trip over my feet in the process.I couldn't care less whatever thoughts were going on through the minds of the guests in attendance.Screw their whispers and questioning looks.Not Aurora's bitchy sneer directed at me or even Ethan would be able to keep me here after such news of my dad's health.I had better things to worry about than trying to steer clear of the petty beta and her standoffish Alpha.My legs are shaking so much as I stumble my way through the crowd gathered around the entrance, attempting to push my way past, my breath short, sweat pouring from my pores.I stagger once–then again, reaching out for something–anything to hold on to, but everything feels just unreachable.“Move!” His voice slices through the swarm of people that had been pretending to not have taken note of my struggles.One minute they're refusing to give me way to get some air
“Your hair has a lovely texture.” Clara compliments running a brush through my curls.I smile at her in return, staying still on my seat in front of the mirror to allow her work uninterrupted.A day of pacing aimlessly through the gardens, eating and doing nothing but bore around in my room went by.And when night came, I had prayed to everything in me that they would be a change of plans by morning.If only wishes were horses…When Clara came in to wake me up so we could start up on getting me all primed and ready, I was already long awake.Sleep was now becoming an illusion that continued to evade me every night.I was going to have to pay a visit to the library and borrow a book or two.Reading through the night would be better than staring up at the ceiling until the sun came peeking.“How long have you served the pack?” I ask, and can feel her hesitation to answer, her movement halting.Maybe it was too soon to ask such questions, or I was starting to get ahead of myself with the
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