*Poppy*
The office was huge and elegantly decorated, but it was also intimidating. I nervously walked to one of the petitioners' chairs and waited for permission to sit down.
The Queen gestured to a chair, and I quickly sat, watching as King Alexander walked over to his large oak desk and sat down in his giant leather chair, staring at me with a slightly offended expression. Queen Anastasia stood at his side and put her hand on his shoulder, pressuring him to behave.
"'How may I help you, Luna Hopkins?" the King asked, clasping his hands before him.
"Or should I say, Mrs. Hopkins? Because Luna isn't your title anymore." He added, slightly lowering his voice to a cold one.
I gulped, glanced at the documents in my hands, and cleared my throat. I looked bravely into his eyes, placed the documents on his desk, and straightened up in my chair.
"I would like to request the opportunity to exercise Luna's Law." I sang loudly, almost shouting. I quickly corrected my tone and repeated it, quieter, slower, and more precisely.
"With all due respect, Your Majesties. Although I am no longer Luna, my title was unlawfully taken from me, thus depriving me of my home and my child's right to the pack." I looked at the Queen, who looked at me confused, "My wish is to request the opportunity to exercise Luna's Law and enforce my rights." I glanced at the King, who was rubbing his lips with his finger as he looked at me with fascination, "Here I have a set of documents confirming my right to the title, as well as some of the evidence of the pack's neglect by their current leaders." I moved the documents towards the King, but he didn‘t waver his eyes off me.
We looked at each other for a moment, both waiting for the other to add something or say something, but we both remained silent. I didn't want to seem desperate, so I waited until I was asked questions. I knew I had to show them I was strong and could get what I wanted from them, as it was bestowed on me by their predecessors.
"Luna's Law was created centuries ago, and although it is binding, no one has ever used it for at least several decades." The Queen interrupted our stare contest, and I turned my gaze to her.
"Many of those who tried were rejected due to circumstantial evidence, and members questioned for verification purposes were afraid to testify against their Alpha." I finished for her, and she nodded.
"And none of the women could fight a male twice her size. It ended with the matters being dismissed and the former Luna being sent back to the other end of the country for being a liar and a jealous former lover." The king added, still not moving an inch.
I nodded, too, and went back to staring at the King. I prayed deep down in my soul so that he would not only believe me but not laugh at me or, worse still, send me away without any notice, repeating the patterns of his predecessors.
"According to the database, you divorced for personal reasons. Your bond was broken, and you lost your Luna title."
"That's half true," I replied immediately.
The king finally changed his position and leaned forward, placing his muscular arms on the desk around my modestly gathered documents.
"Half?" He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head.
His gray, almost steely eyes bored into me as if they wanted to pierce through me and suck out my most hidden secrets.
"Yes. Your Majesty. Half." I confirmed and took a deep breath, raising my left hand with the mark of the Larch Grove Pack members still visible and the bracelet given to me to weaken my wolf.
"Because the bond between my Alpha and me is still intact. That's true. We divorced according to human laws but not according to shapeshifters." I confessed to the most shameful secret I had been hiding.
"If you just take off this bracelet and let Iris talk, you will know that over the years, she has been reliving the pain inflicted on her by her soulmate almost every day." My voice was shaking, and my hand clenched into a fist.
"He never rejected me. Our mate bond is unfortunately intact." I whispered, letting a tear roll down my cheek that I couldn't hold in any longer.
The King stared at me, searching for any lie in my voice, words, or eyes. However, the Queen gasped and covered her mouth, disbelieving how much pain my beloved she-wolf had to endure in the name of marital infidelity.
I withdrew my hand and wiped my tears as I quickly sat in the chair, hoping my words would convince them. Iris moaned indistinctly in the back of my head, trying to show me her support and strength to fight to achieve my goal through the blockade imposed on her.
"The personal problems given as evidence of the breakdown of the marriage are also a lie. We had no problems, but my husband was disappointed with me when I was unable to give him a male child. Regardless of my serious and even high-risk pregnancy, he caused me emotional and physical suffering, getting rid of me, my home, and our daughter her due title." I revealed the last of my secrets, hoping this information would fulfill my request.
Suddenly, a knock was behind us, and Mr. Bernard emerged from behind the open door with a low bow.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry to disturb you, but you have a crucial meeting with Alpha Henderson, and he has already arrived at the training ground." He glanced at me before looking at the King expectantly.
"Please leave these documents with Mr. Bernard. Your request will be considered within two weeks." The King stood up and said his formal farewells. "Important matters call me, but I promise to give you an answer within the specified time. Please leave your contact details with Bernard. I wish you a nice day." He smiled slightly and walked away with the Queen, leaving me with the man looking at me curiously.
"Please give me your phone number and address so I can deliver the response. I promise to make sure your case is not missed." Bernard handed me the form, and I filled it out immediately.
I met Arthur in the lobby. He was talking with a few of his colleagues, and when Mr. Bernard noticed him, he bid his goodbye and walked in the opposite direction, leaving me with my driver. I watched him march proudly, dressed in a most expensive suit, towards the other end of the hall with a massive glass door.
He opened it and disappeared right after the corner, probably to join the King and Queen at the training grounds. I sighed deeply, and before approaching Arthur, I glanced around the massive hall and admired the interior. It was a really, incredibly impressive mansion. Not only was the decor exquisite, but the colors used to match the royal crest perfectly fit with the floral arrangements.
"There you are, my dear; I see the meeting went well. I don't see any documents on you, so the King must have accepted your application." Arthur surprised me by quietly approaching me from behind.
"Yes." I squealed and quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
"Yes. The King asked me to leave them to verify my request. Unfortunately, he had to go to an important meeting, so he promised to look into the matter and give me an answer within fourteen days."
I repeated what the King and Mr. Bernard told me, and with a hopeful smile, I took his hand and headed towards the exit.
"It will certainly be so. King Alexander cannot stand injustice."
Arthur assured me, and we got into the car together, taking the passenger seat in the front seat instead of the back seat, bypassing the protocol Arthur had introduced me to.
Watching the flower beds passing us, full of the most exquisite autumn colors, my thoughts went to the moment when my life turned into a series of pain, suffering, and almost extinct courage to continue living.
Until five years ago, my people liked, respected, and admired me. I was Luna Poppy Hopkins. My mate, Alpha Seamus, was a very ambitious, demanding, and intolerant leader. But he was also a tender, devoted, and loving husband until he stopped being one.
We were together for almost ten years. I was Gamma's daughter, so we were close from childhood, but something started to happen between us when we turned sixteen. Our wolves began to wake up, our hormones began to surge, and our sexual drive was directed only at us.
This was the beginning of our relationship, and when we reached adulthood, and our wolves could recognize their mates, we were delighted to discover that we were meant to be together. There was no end to the joy, so without waiting long, we got married, and we both started training intensively and learning to be future leaders.
For two years, we absorbed knowledge and learned fighting, politics, and diplomacy. When we were finally officially recognized as Alpha and Luna, we were happy for another reason: I got pregnant. Unfortunately, this joy did not last long.
Already at the end of the first phase, when we could determine the sex of the offspring, it turned out that our boy would not survive the birth. Devastated, we had to say goodbye to our son and end the pregnancy prematurely. Seamus, although devastated, sad, and embittered, did not give up and supported me in my suffering. This support resulted in another pregnancy. Unfortunately, we had to say goodbye to our second son in another one. And so, for the next three years, my life revolved around a broken heart and a slowly fading hope for a child.
But everything changed for the worse when, during my last pregnancy, despite the high risk that it would end the same way, my beloved decided to cheat on me. It hurt not only my heart but also my lower abdomen, where the pain of betrayal towards the bonds manifests itself. I couldn't believe it, but the confrontation with Seamus confirmed it. Not only did he consider me incapable of producing a male child for him, but upon learning that this time I was carrying a girl, his disgust intensified, and his true colors came to light.
I was accused of concealing the truth about my inability to maintain a pregnancy, and for Alpha, having a child, a male in this case, is not only a necessity but also his greatest ambition. He filed for a divorce and humiliated me in front of our pack by taking a new Luna. He turned everyone against me and silenced those who stood behind me, including my parents.
I was broken, alone, humiliated, and in great pain, punished for something that wasn‘t my fault. And the worst of all was that keeping our bond intact, he considered a new level of amusement. He liked to watch me suffer, not caring about our unborn daughter or me.
Only with the secret help of my loyal Gamma, Tanner Davis, and his distant family could I safely and unharmed disappear from the Larch Grove Pack and find refuge over two thousand miles from a place I called home.
It wasn't easy for me; on the contrary, it was extremely difficult for me. The pain of childbirth mixed with the pain of infidelity almost killed me and my daughter, but thanks to the determination and extreme strength of my beloved Iris, we managed to give birth to a small, beautiful, and sweet girl in the world.
She became our new goal in life. Thanks to her, we managed to survive the last five years despite the pain and suffering, and it was for her that I decided to face Seamus and the injustice that had befallen us.
For my beloved Justice Gemma, I intend to face not only the council of werewolves and the royal family, telling them in minute detail why I want justice, but most of all, I will stand face to face with Seamus and his new Luna, showing them that for their sins against me, mate bond and my daughter they will have to pay dearly.
*Poppy*I stood at the sink, washing the dishes after breakfast, looking out the window for my swift, agile little girl. She moved incredibly fast for a girl of almost five, rivaling an eight-year-old's strength.My pride and joy just flashed past my window like lightning bolts, and all I noticed was her blonde hair floating in the wind."Gem, please don't run so fast. And don't get too far away," I lectured my naughty daughter, laughing as I heard her groan in exasperation."But I'm training to outdo Trevor in the upcoming races." Gemma climbed onto the bench by the kitchen window and stuck out her sweet, chubby, wind-red face, piercing me with her big, intense blue eyes."Honey, Trevor is ten years old and Alpha's son." I reminded her, leaning down to look at her through the glass. "Besides, no one will allow you to compete in senior events. Your age group is not yet allowed to compete in official ranking events, and from what Ms. Coltrane told me, you have been suspended from the e
*Logan*I glanced at the road before me with an absentminded face. I looked at the navigation panel and sighed at the sight of another two hours of driving before I reached my destination. I've never wanted to tear Lex apart as much as I do now. Not only did he turn me into an errand boy, but he only gave me two days to do so."Who does he think he is? Almighty?" I drawled as I stepped on the gas.'He's a king, so technically he's almighty. He can even give orders to a pompous asshole like you.' Gunnar, my lycan, mocked.'Thanks for your support, pal. We'll see who's an asshole when you have to sleep with that red-headed witch.' I told him off.Gunnar was furious when we mentioned the pompous, cynical woman who gave us a headache. His distaste for Princess Margo mirrors my own for her human form, Matilde. Just the thought of this woman makes me want to vomit. Not that she's ugly or gross, but every meeting ends with arguments and destruction for some reason. We seem not to get along a
*Logan*I sat in the farthest corner of the tent with a baseball hat on my head, trying to hide from the prying eyes. This task bordered on a miracle because my aura, not only as a royal but as a Lycan, was more intense and noticeable. From the moment I parked the car, I attracted curious eyes. I only hoped they would mistake me for Mr. Bernard in disguise, not someone of royal blood.Albert explained everything to me, or at least what he knew, suggesting that much more was hidden beneath the top that needed to be revealed. I already know that the woman I am picking up is Poppy Hopkins, a former Luna or current one. She was a member of the Larch Grove Pack, who was allowed to use Luna's Law to bring justice and punish Alpha and his Luna for their wrongs against the pack members and his rightful Luna and heir.I must admit that I greatly admire a woman who decided to challenge the stronger one and intends to fight him for the sake of her daughter. Gunnar shuddered to hear that any Alph
*Logan*Albert promised to take me to Mrs. Hopkins right after his son's race, his first entry into the tournament for aspiring warriors this year. This custom originated many years ago and is celebrated in every pack. I remember taking part in them when I was ten years old.Each young member, regardless of gender or species, participated in a tournament in which their predispositions to later ranks were tested. From an early age, people checked whether they were fit to be warriors, trainers, trackers, scouts, or even the highest ranks, such as beta or alpha. Thanks to this annual competition, leaders can even be selected.I moved over three hundred yards away from the tent, perfectly hidden in the tree line with still perfect visibility of the event. Trevor lined up at the starting line with six other kids in his age group, ready to run. Trevor is a complete dad, not only in appearance but also in character. The boy loved jokes and pranks but stopped at nothing to defend those humili
*Poppy*I stared at the beautiful Audi's taillights, gripping the steering wheel. My heart was beating to the rhythm of the song coming from the radio, perfectly matching my situation to its lyrics. I just trusted a handsome stranger to help me win my battle."Mommy, will I be a princess if we live in a palace?" Gemma asked from the backseat, bored with repeatedly looking through her favorite book.I glanced in the rearview mirror at her smiling, hopeful face, "You'll always be a princess to me, honey, but you'd have to be a king's daughter or marry a prince to become one truly. And we won't live in the palace, honey. Mommy will be there training, so we will probably stay in a guest house." I explained to my dreamy daughter, who was already making a thoughtful face."And if you marry Logan, will I become a princess?" She asked, shocking me so much that I lost control of the steering wheel and veered slightly to the side of the road."Shit." I cursed and quickly returned to the road. "
*Poppy*Gemma excitedly started singing along, imitating Britney singing about being stronger than yesterday. I focused my eyes on the prince, who was staring at me as if he wanted to come over and kick my ass for considering the guard's words or spank me for inappropriate behavior."Can we go? I have to be home before dinner." I called out in hope.The prince took a deep breath, tilted his head to the sky, and seconds later, he was back in the car and driving off with a screech of tires, leaving clouds of smoke behind him.I closed the window and put the car in gear, slowly driving away, wondering what had made him react this way. I didn't notice anyone waiting for our arrival until we parked in the same place where Arthur had previously parked. Neither the prince nor Mr. Bernard was ready to lead us further into the unknown.I let Gemma out of the car seat and quickly grabbed her hand, ensuring that my little, quick, and curious girl didn't escape me and cause problems with her curi
*Poppy*I screamed as I immersed myself in a bathtub filled with ice. I was shaking and cursing while slowly adjusting to the cold. This should have been easy after repeating it for a long time; somehow, I cannot get used to it. Iris was sobbing from exhaustion but clenched her teeth and suffered the consequences with me.'I didn't think pain could be so painful and enjoyable at the same time.' I admitted, shaking under the pressure of ice filling my vast bathtub.'Think how sweet it will taste when you stare at the defeated asshole in a few weeks.' Iris reminded me, and suddenly, instead of satisfaction, I felt fear.'We can do it, Poppy. You heard what Logan said; we're as strong as Alpha; we'll kick his ass.' She motivated me by repeating words that were important to me.I rested my head on
*Poppy*While once I wouldn't even dream of letting someone look at me in my underwear, now I can't imagine not having Anastasia with me when I almost have to crawl to the shower.King Alexander's words were prophetic, too. Not only did Gemma become so close to them, but so did I. For over two months, I have been with the King and Queen on a first-name basis, treating them like family. They pamper my daughter as if she were an actual princess. Apart from the moments when I saw Lex or Anastasia get angry and cause fear among people, I discovered that they were cheerful, regular, and accommodating people.Our acquaintance became a friendship almost immediately, leaving only one problem between us. Prince Logan. Although I finally managed to say his name without the title after his many corrections, I still don't know why I can't bring myself to relax around him.
*Poppy*When we finally arrived at the Autumn Pack territory, the sun had just dipped below the horizon. The familiar scents of pine and earth enveloped me, and with every step closer to the pack house, I felt a mixture of emotions swell within me. It had been far too long since we had walked these grounds, yet it felt like coming home.As we approached the front steps of the large, welcoming house, the door swung open, revealing Daliah and Arthur - a couple who had been pillars of strength and warmth throughout my life. The years may have added silver to their hair and deep lines of wisdom to their faces, but the joy in their eyes remained youthful and vibrant."Poppy! Gemma!" Daliah exclaimed, her arms wide open as she rushed to embrace us."Daliah, it's so good to be back," I squeezed her tightly. A wave of relief washed over me; this was th
*Poppy*I stood at the courtyard's edge, my heart racing as uncertainty knotted my stomach. The vibrant garden colors around me felt muted compared to the swirling emotions within me. The time had come for me to face Andrew and Amara to deliver the news I had wrestled with for days. I could no longer ignore the call of my heart, the longing for home, and the necessity of returning to the Autumn Pack.Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the large stone archway that led into the main hall. Inside, Andrew and Amara were conversing, their expressions serious. I knew precisely what they were whispering about, and the weight of that knowledge settled heavily like a lead upon my heart as I faced this agonizing decision. How could I walk away when their home was cloaked in such a shroud of sorrow? The air was thick with grief, and I felt the aching pull of my reluctance. Blaze was gone, his suffering mercifully at an end, yet the relief felt like a cruel taunt i
*Poppy*I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.For days, I had scoured every possible lead in search of the identity behind the recent events that sent ripples of unease throughout our community. The whispers of betrayal, secrecy, and impending danger loomed over me like a dark cloud, suffocating any flicker of hope. Each day had been met with disappointment; unreliable informants, half-truths, and more questions than answers left the journey feeling as though
*Andrew*The dim light of the hospital room flickered gently, casting a warm glow over Azize as she slowly regained her strength. The walls were adorned with calming landscapes, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension and curiosity. After days of worry and uncertainty, Azize finally opened her eyes. Dr. Kyle and I sat beside her, our faces etched with concern and reassurance."Azize," I breathed with a mixture of relief and urgency. You're awake!"The remnants of exhaustion lingered in her features as she struggled to sit up, clutching the soft blanket around her for reassurance. "Hey, Drew. Hey, Kyle." Her voice was hoarse, but each word carried the weight of everything she had endured.Kyle, seeing her stubbornness, leaned closer. "Take your time, Azize. You've been through a lot. But if you can,
*Andrew*I stood at the eastern window of the mansion, gazing out at the horizon. I felt a strange unease stirring within me, a thread of anxiety woven through the quiet. My twin sister, an intrepid adventurer and skilled operative, had been missing for weeks since the last mission. This treacherous undertaking had pulled me into the shadows of the unknown. We have been waiting for news, hoping against hope that she would return.The Piemontesi Valley, cradled by majestic mountains and cloaked in a blanket of vibrant green, had always been a sanctuary of peace. The sun cast a golden hue over lush valleys and placid streams, the air filled with the fragrance of wildflowers and the gentle rustle of leaves. It was a haven where time seemed to stand still, and every care would dissolve into the landscape. But as the sun dipped below the mountains, the sky flared with vibrant hues of or
*Poppy*The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the room. Andrew and I sat in a cluttered room filled with papers, charts, and remnants of late-night coffee sessions. I leaned back in my chair, my brow furrowed in thought as I stared at the wall, which seemed to be closing in on us with every quiet moment."Andrew," I began, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us, "how long has it been since we picked up any signs from the distribution channel?"Andrew glanced at his watch, the weariness in his eyes evident. "Almost three weeks. My contacts are spread out and searching, but... there haven't been any leads. It's like they vanished into thin air."
*Poppy*I sat at the kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows against the worn wood. The news of the arson at the Larch Groove Pack had unsettled me, stirring deeply buried fears and memories. I wrapped my arms around the lukewarm cup of coffee, feeling its familiar warmth seep into my palms, yet it did little to calm the swirling thoughts in my mind.With his charm and charisma, Seamus had always danced at the edges of legality, a figure caught in a web of deceit with my parents and Amanda. Yet, as the events of the past few weeks unfolded, I found myself questioning everything I thought I knew about him—and everyone around me.After a restless night, my decision was
*Tanner*The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the estate as I slipped silently through the darkened halls. Tonight was another night of secrets, another night where burdened memories loomed over me like a shadow, urging me toward the hidden chamber. The scent of old parchment mingled with the musk of the damp stone walls as I arrived at my destination. I had come to consult the documents I'd discovered—records that could change everything we had fought for.To anyone else, the door to the hidden room appeared solid and unyielding. But I knew the entrance well; a subtle twist of the handle, a gentle pull, and the familiar scent of history greeted me. The flickering light from my lantern illuminated the dusty furniture and weathered shelves lined with forgotten tomes and ancient ma
*Tanner*The atmosphere in the pack house had shifted in the days following Amanda's banishment. A lingering tension hung in the air, and whispers filled the halls. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows through the windows, I found myself wandering the vast corridors that had become so familiar yet held secrets I had never sought to uncover.With each step, I felt a strange pull toward a part of the house I had never explored - the old wing where the previous Luna, Seamus's Mother, had once held her meetings and conducted her duties. As I approached her office, the air grew colder, and I instinctively paused at the doorway. Memories of Luna's strong presence flooded my mind; she had been a beacon of leadership and wisdom for the pack.