Growing up, that man spent all his time and energy on the son of his mistress. I sulked in a corner, thinking he didn't like me because of the Luna. I cried and complained to the Moon Goddess. Blamed her for not making me the son of Eira Haris as well. I didn’t understand. Why did Raed Basil not care about me? Even if he hated the Luna, I was still his son. I thought he cared about me, but just didn't show it because of Luna Nazia. So at ten, when I overheard him make a personal request to the former Lycan Commander to train Einas Raed, I gritted my teeth and decided to train in secret as well. Maybe, he would notice me if I showed him I wasn't any worse than Einas. That's what I thought. How naïve I was. The day his bastard son had his evaluation, I challenged him. Though I won, what I got wasn't praise. No, Raed Basil locked me in a basement for training in secret. In his words, training in secret was the first sign of ambition. Of rebellion. Of possible usurpation of his posit
I woke to the sound of banging. Startled out of my beauty nap, I groaned and groggily yanked my blanket to the side and slipped out of bed. Bang! Bang! “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Goddess gracious! Only Asma dared to slam my door like this. I frowned, beyond annoyed, as I stumbled forward and yanked open the door. “Who died and why should I care?” I snapped with ire. Asma brushed past me as if she owned the room. Without the slightest grace, she slumped on my mattress and rolled around until the entire bed sheet was crumbled up. I swear, older sister or not, one of these days, I’m going to kill this bitch! “Your boyfriend and his father are sitting downstairs. Shouldn’t you go and entertain them?” She asked, lying on her stomach. “There are Omegas for a reason. If I have to do their job, they might as well not exist.” Stifling a yawn, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. My hair looked like a bird’s nest. But it’ll have to do with a little comb. There were still a few more ho
After my phone call with Kaim, I finished the dress I was working on and packed up my sewing machine. The full moon this year fell on the first of the month. Which meant, in five days, it would be the first of December. The first night of the Moon Dance. I brought out my laptop and logged onto ‘I, Luna’, the online site for my designer line. I smiled at the membership promotion Sofia set up. She ran the site better than I expected. When my designs began to gain recognition in the human and supernatural world, she took it upon herself to turn it into a famous brand by modeling for the first line-ups. And now, she ran the online site as Vice President, while I made new designs and kept up with custom-orders. In the past few days alone, over a hundred orders came in. Over a thousand shipped out. When I saw the profit sheet, my jaw fell in shock. “Goddess! That’s enough to smuggle in an entire stock of new drugs!” My heart pounded with excitement. With this amount, I had one less thi
We shared an emotional hug of excited squeals and silly giggles, before drawing apart and scanning each other. “Sai, you lost weight.” Sofia commented with a trace of heartache in her eyes. “And you look same as usual.” I gave an uncomfortable chuckle, and asked, “How did you get here? I mean, I’m glad you’re here. But aren’t you four days early?” “Heh. This is all thanks to your husband.” I grimaced at the word. Ignoring my expression, Sofia grabbed my arm and wiggled her finger towards the Palace door. “Girl, are you blind, or what? Look at that hank. Not only does he have the looks and the hot body to go with, he’s also oozing with male god sexiness, that's just begging me to dig my claws in." Leaning closer to my ear, she added, "If he cared for me as much as he cares for you, I would’ve already said to hell with whatever soulmate and taken him to bed!” Idris Raed waved, his lips stretching into a grin when my gaze collided with his. I glared at him. He chuckled and turned in
Eira Haris led us to a secluded corner of the Palace teeming with overgrown trees and bushes. “For privacy.” She explained, when I narrowed my eyes on her. I shrugged nonchalantly, but my guard was up. Not one of the people in this clan could be trusted. “Alright, shoot. What do you want to say to me?” I asked with impatience. “That…” Her gaze went to Sofia. I shook my head and said, “Whatever you want to say, say it in front of her. She’s not leaving.” Eira Haris’s expression turned awkward. She hesitated for a few seconds, but when she saw the firm look in my eyes, she sighed in resignation. “I heard you quit the Warrior Squad?” She began. I raised a brow, but didn’t answer her question. My silence was answer enough. “Look, Saira. I know you’re mad at Einas. From his behavior in the past few days, I can tell there’s more to the story than what he claims.” Ah…she found out her son’s lie. So, did she want to apologize now? I thought that would be ridiculous, as one, she wasn’t
**Lycan Leader** “How did it go?” I asked Eira with half-lidded eyes as she strode into my study. “It didn’t work. Was I wrong? I could’ve sworn I saw unwillingness in her eyes. But when I told her to speak to Einas…” “Sigh. Forget it. Truthfully speaking, I didn’t hold much expectation in this plan. After all, though a female, Saira Malivik is still the Alpha Heir of the Evergreen Pack. If she could be so easily influenced and swayed by mere emotions, she wouldn’t be worthy of Alpha Malivik’s trust.” Everything was ready for the Moon Dance. Whether they approved of forming a Royal Court or not, when the time came, the clan elders would have no choice but to follow my lead. The only unpredictable factor was…Saira Malivik. However, no matter how unpredictable she was, compared to an experienced player like me, the she-wolf was still green behind the ears. “Get Einas.” I ordered her, and went over our plan again. It would be better if we grasped a weakness of the she-wolf. It woul
Three days passed in a flash. In these three days, I rarely saw Idris Raed. He seemed to be awfully busy as he returned late into the night and left before dawn. But what did I care? With Sofia’s arrival, I no longer felt alone. She worked on the sales for ‘I, Luna,’ while I made new designs and sent them to our company staff to have them custom-made. By the evening before the Moon Dance, the profit record made our eyes shine with happiness. “Fuck! Pinch me, Sai! Are we billionaires now?” “Hehe. You wish. Don’t forget where the money’s going.” I scoffed, giving her a sympathetic look that said, ‘come back to your senses’. With her bubble burst, Sofia slumped on the bed with a dejected sigh. “Sai, when will the Alphas and Lycans find out…” “When the right time comes.” I answered her before she completed her question. “It’s been years. Why haven’t they found out yet?” “Well, for one, they never leave any evidence behind.” I didn’t want to talk about this topic. It always made my
I hesitated for a moment, before deciding against retracting my aura. The she-Lycans would snitch. When the scheming Lycan decided to seek justice for them, he needed to see I wasn’t afraid of him. Or his authority. Idris Raed left his father’s side and came to stand beside me. “Saira, are you okay?” He asked, scanning me from head to toe. I swear. In every situation, this bastard always seemed to think I was getting bullied by his clan members, instead of the other way around. “What could possibly be wrong with her?” Eira Haris took the Lycan Leader’s offered hand. The woman seemed to discard the fragile and empathetic mask she always wore around me after our conversation in the garden, as she glared at me with accusing eyes. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re the ones covered in sweat.” She snorted, leaning against her man. “Yes…Lycan Leader, this bitc...I mean, the Lycan's Heir…she called me a fool!” Crumbled on the floor and panting like a dog, the brainless she-Lycan Wabisa turn