로그인QUEENETH'S POV.
The door opened and the person at the door was not seen.
“My pretty, please check who's at the door.”
I nodded and went to check.
It was Alpha Collins.
“Is Reuben still at home?” he asked
“Yes, he is.”
I wanted to go to the training with Reuben, but as he was already dressed and Alpha Collins showed up at his house, they may have a duty to attend to, which automatically changed my plan.
“Goodbye, Reuben and Success. I'm running late. See you later.’
Reuben smiled at me and Success gave me a cold stare. Bitch.
I walked out of the living room and off to the training ground.
As I was walking down to the training ground, a lot was going through my mind.
I already had a crush on Reuben. The way he takes care of me as though I were his family member made me fall in love with him. Sometimes I wish he would be my mate. We would be great together, and something in me tells me he loves me, too, although he always says that to me anytime we meet.
We never dated or talked about it, but I knew it was going through his mind the same way it's going through my mind. If not that in my pack, it's forbidden for a female wolf to make advances on a male wolf to tell him her intentions, I would have done that to Reuben.
In our pack, it's instructed that everyone keeps themselves for their mate. Sex with other pack members is highly prohibited in our pack. Other packs do it openly, but not in our pack. If caught, it calls for severe punishment. But my instinct kept telling me that Success had already had sex with Alpha Collins, which gave her so much assurance that she was going to be the Luna.
Reuben is the same age as Alpha Collins and has not found his mate. So maybe he is mine and I am his. I’ll not be happy to know that he slept around if he's my mate, but I don't want to hold his past against him.
As soon as I got to the training ground. I saw Reuben's younger sister, Aisha. Aisha is a year older than me. She shifted lady years but has not found her mate. I must confess that she is prettier than I am. She's such a good soul in and out. I’ve watched her on different occasions for years now and she has proved to be a good soul. I love her just the same way I love her brother, and she doesn't joke with me. She takes me as her younger sister she never had.
As soon as she saw me, she rushed and hugged me.
“Good morning, my pretty, in my brother's words,” she said and laughed.
“Good morning, the only one prettier than my pretty.” I snapped and joined her laughing.
She pecked on my forehead.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Why were you late?” she cautioned me just the same way my mother does her rebuking.
“I'm sorry madam.”
“I thought you would be coming with my brother. Where's my brother?”
I let out a short smile.
“I'm I your brother's keeper,” I said, smiling.
“Well, he was the one who delayed me. I went to your house to wait for him but Alpha Collins came visiting.”
Aisha shook her head.
“I thought as much. We’ll have to wait for him to arrive.”
“So Queeneth, what's the preparation for your birthday and first shift tomorrow?”
I hesitated.
“No preparation. I'm just anticipating but bothered at the same time.”
“What is bothering you?”
“I don't know whether I’ll find my mate by tomorrow. I wish I could after meeting my wolf.
Aisha held my waist and pulled me closer gently.
“Don't worry, you'll find your mate. The Moon Goddess will help you and we'll also be with you.”
I felt so much encouraged because I knew Aisha was not mincing words when she said that. If not for her and her brother, I don't know what my fate would be.
We waited and waited for Reuben, but he was not coming forth. The three of us train together. He teaches us a little bit about what they do in their own department during their training session. Both of us trained without her, and after an hour and a half, we were done with our daily training sessions. Reuben was still not back, and we knew he wouldn't be coming again, so we would meet him at the dinner we always went to.
I went home to shower and prep for dinner. I quickly showered and changed into something lighter. I dried my hair and allowed it to fall to my waist.
When I came to the dinner, Reuben and Aisha were already sitting at our usual booth.
“Hey, my pretty,” you look amazing.
I blushed as usual.
“Thank you,” I smiled. “Not as amazing as you do.”
I quickly went and hugged Aisha, who was sitting close to her brother.
“There's something I want to say.” Aisha started.
We all turned towards her direction.
“Something is going through my mind. I'm thinking that Reuben will be your mate, Queeneth and we'll be family.” She said with a big smile on her face.
Immediately, Reuben bowed but didn't say anything. Aisha went close and tapped him.
“Won’t that be beautiful, brother?” She asked.
Reuben raised his face smiling.
“It’ll be beautiful. I’d like that.”
I felt on top of the world and was so surprised that the one I am crushing is also crushing on me, but didn't want to talk about it.
Reuben quickly changed the topic.
“Hey girls, what are we talking about?” he asked.
“Mates,” Aisha said with a huge grin on her face.
“I can't wait to revisit that topic tomorrow.”
Reuben said and winked at me.
We spent the rest of the day talking, laughing, and gisting.
It was late when I got home, I quickly showered, put on my pyjamas, and got under my covers. I can't wait to see what tomorrow has for me.
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QUEENETH’S POVThe Weight of CommandI stop the fight.Not with force. Not with strategy. Not with reason. I stop it with a single, unbearable choice.I command them.Not with shouts. Not with gestures. Not with violence. I reach inside, inside the very threads that bind the pack, the invisible cords that connect their hearts to one another, to me. I pull. Softly. Relentlessly. Until every wolf feels it. Until every body, every muscle, every heartbeat recognizes the truth I force them to see.One by one, they drop to their knees. Not in pain. Not because I make them bend. They bend because they remember. They remember that their strength, their loyalty, their blood, belongs to something bigger than their anger, bigger than their fear, bigger than the war they were ready to fight.The sound of the bodies hitting the ground is not a crash. It is quiet. Reverent. Terrifying.I cry while I do it.Not quietly. Not softly. Not like a child hiding in a corner. I cry because this choice costs
QUEENETH’S POVThe Breaking PointEverything breaks.Not slowly. Not softly. Not with warning.It rips apart in pieces too sharp to catch, too loud to ignore.The wards shatter first. Cracks run like veins through the air, sparks flickering against the trees. I can feel the energy twisting, warping, leaving jagged holes in the space around me. My skin prickles, my claws scrape the ground, and every instinct in me screams that nothing will ever be the same.Wolves scream. Not in unison. Not in anger. In terror, confusion, shock. The sound presses into my chest. Each cry hits like a hammer, a drumbeat echoing in my ribs. Some fall mid-step. Some leap too early and twist into unseen obstacles. Every one of them a thread tearing, a life unraveling. I hear it. Every break. Every snap. Every desperate gasp.Amy roars.She does not wait for me to act. She moves faster than thought, a blur of shadow and teeth. And in the instant she loses even a fraction of control, the consequences are devas
QUEENETH’S POVThe First BetrayalI refuse.Not quietly. Not with hesitation. Not a whisper hidden behind fear.I refuse.The Hollow King tilts his head like he expected it. His laugh rolls over the clearing, low and hollow. Not cruel. Not angry. Just… disappointed.The kind of disappointment that cuts deeper than hatred. That makes you want to curl into yourself and hide. But I do not. I stand.He begins to turn, moving with a grace that bends the world around him. Shadows ripple like water. Light fractures into jagged shards. Leaves twist in the air as if the forest itself is following him. My chest tightens. Every instinct screams for me to reach him, to stop him, to strike.Then the first betrayal hits.Not from him. Not from some outside force.From the elders.The very people who swore oaths to protect the balance, to guide the pack, to honor the Moon—they lunge forward with weapons, spells, claws sharpened by fear. Not strategy. Not care. Just blind panic wrapped in authority.
QUEENETH’S POVThe Pact of ShadowsThe Hollow King’s voice does not raise. It does not need to.He speaks and the air tightens. The world around us shrinks to the space between his words and my heartbeat.“Join me,” he says. “End the cycle forever. No more councils. No more wars. No more wolves born to carry roles they did not choose. No more children made for obedience. No more mistakes repeated across generations.”His eyes are patient. Persuasive. He lets the weight of his promise settle over everyone.I feel the pack shift behind me. Their fear is sharp, immediate. They do not move forward. They do not step back. They just wait. Unsure if their lives belong to the story or if the story belongs to them.All it costs is Collins.Not his life. Not his body. Not even his loyalty.His place. His claim as Alpha. The authority he earned through blood and years. The trust the pack has in him. That is the price.I taste iron in my mouth. Blood or panic, I cannot tell. I swallow anyway. It
QUEENETH’S POVThe Truth That Breaks QuietlyHe does not shout it.That is what makes it cruel.The Hollow King turns slightly, just enough to include the pack without ever taking his eyes off me, and speaks like he is explaining something obvious to children who were lied to for too long.“Luna Queens do not rule packs,” he says. “They never did.”The words move through the clearing slowly, touching faces, settling into bones. I feel them land behind my eyes first. A dull pressure. Like a headache you know will not go away by morning.“They reset the world when it grows diseased.”Someone gasps. Someone else laughs once, sharp and scared. No one interrupts him. Not the elders. Not Collins.“Alphas are temporary,” the Hollow King continues. “Strong leaders. Necessary leaders. But still temporary. They rise, they stabilize, they fall. History replaces them like seasons.”I feel Collins then. Not through sight. Through the bond.It tightens. Not painfully. Carefully. Like he is bracing







