LOGINDavina's POV
Alpha Malcom initiated the conversation which I heard in my head and I responded to it. The realization of this made my heart bubble in excitement. At least I wasn't totally dumb, I had a voice in my head. Over the weeks, our friendship became stronger to the extent that I always looked forward to spending more time with him each day. His presence soothed me that I literally had nothing to worry about all through the day even though I was still maltreated. One day, during our secret meeting, he held my hand and with a little sigh, he said, “I can't wait to announce our relationship to the world.” Terrified, I yelled, “No! You can't do that.” There was a confused look on his face at my sudden disapproval. “I can't let you do that.” I said again, this time around, fiddling with my fingers as my heartbeat increased. “But why? Don't you love me?” He asked, tightening his grip on my hand. “I do love you but… I can't let anyone find out about our relationship. My mother will be unhappy with me and I don't want that to happen.” I said, flashing me an uneasy smile. “Is that all?” He asked, eliciting a nod from me and with his hand now around my neck, he proceeded to say, “If that is the case, once I convince my father that you are my chosen mate, I will speak to your mother.” He said with a soothing voice but it still didn't stop my heart from racing. Merely thinking of it gives me chills as the fear of the unknown clouded my memory. “Are you doubting me?” He asked, disrupting my lines of thoughts. Shaking my head sideways, I replied, “I don't doubt you but at the same time, I consider it impossible.” “You father dislikes me, so do my mom and you already have Lyra. I don't think there is any hope for us.” I blurted the words I had been nursing in my head for a while now. My words invited silence into our midst, making me regret why I decided to spew those words. Digging my teeth into my lips, I dug my fingers into my thigh in sync. “You leave it to me, I will handle it my way.” Grabbing my shoulder, he peered into my eyes, “All you need to do is to trust me and I assure you that everything is going to be fine, okay?” Nodding, I parted my lips in an attempt to speak. “The next time I go see the deity, I will plead with her to give you your voice.” “Is that really possible?” I asked with widened eyes. “Yes! It is. Nothing is impossible with the deity.” He said with a reassuring tone, causing my heart to bubble with joy. Smacking my lips, I said, “Thank you.” “Come on, it's not a big deal.” He let out a soft laugh, pulling me to himself. Leaning towards me, he held up my chin and after a few minutes of silence and deep eyes stare, he locked lips with me, causing my eyes to widen When he finally pulled away, he began to comb through my hair, “I love you Davina and I can't wait to have you by my side. Together, we are going to rule the pack and make a difference.” . We spent a few more minutes together before we went our separate ways. When I got home, I immediately picked up my diary and with a bright smile on my face, I scribbled down the outcome of our meeting, highlighting the kiss and reassurance he gave to me about being able to speak again. When I was done, with the book against my chest, I cranked my head to the side, a bright smile tugging my lips. “I hope the deity doesn't refuse his request.” I mumbled. With these sweet memories lingering in my head, I fell asleep only to wake up to hear Lyra calling my name. In a haste to meet with her, I quickly pushed my diary inside my duffel bag but I wasn't fast enough as she walked into my room. “Have you gone deaf too?” She yelled, rolling her eyes at me with her hands strapped on her chest. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting.” I said in my head as I shook it violently. She must be in a good mood because I was expecting her to hit me like usual but she didn't. “I left my hairloom at the palace, go bring it for me.” She said and at once I stuttered out of the room, making sure tomleep my distance from her. She had clearly asked me to give her a five meter distance whenever we were together and I wasn't going to forget that. So as not to keep her waiting, I ran all the way to the palace and after recovering her hairloom, I ran back home. “Here, your hair…” My eyes grew wide as the loom fell off my hand. Sitting in the living room with their legs crossed was my mother and Lyra. In Lyra's hands was my diary which she was flipping through with a serious look on her face. “What have I gotten myself into?” I gulped, cold chills running through my spines. “I had this deep conviction that Malcom was seeing another woman but little did I know that it was this filthy thing he chose over me.” Lyra's words stung me like that of a hundred bees. . Waving the diary above her head, she smacked her lips, “You think I won't find out, huh?” Scared of what she would do next I tried to take the book from her but mother pushed me against the wall. “How dare you challenge her, you traitor?” She yelled. “You're fully away your sister is mated to Malcom but you went behind her to hypnotize him.” Fortunately, there was a piece of paper and pen nearby and at once I scribbled my response on it. We are mated by the moon goddess — I tried to prove my innocence but they burst into a mocking laughter. Before I could realize what was happening, I fell to the ground, blood trickling down my face. “Die already!” I heard Lyra’s voice faintly until I slipped into unconsciousness.Crown of Thorns and Silver (Davina’s POV) The great hall smelled of melted wax and crushed rosemary, the scent so thick it coated my tongue. Hundreds of candles lined the stone walls, their flickering light catching on the silver threads woven through my gown, a Lumen tradition. The clawshaped pauldrons strapped to my shoulders were pure Silverblood steel. I stood barefoot on the sacred furs, the coarse pelts tickling my toes. The last time I’d been in this hall, I was twelve years old, hiding under a banquet table while Genevieve told the court how my wolfless blood would ruin their precious Alpha’s line. Now Malcolm knelt before me, his golden head bowed, the ceremonial dagger trembling in his outstretched hands. "Speak the vow," Elder Kael intoned from the shadows. Malcolm’s voice was raw. "My life for yours. My pack for yours. My breath for yours." His blue eyes lifted, bright with unshed tears. "Until the moon swallows the sun." The words echoed through the silent h
The Moon’s Trial (Davina’s POV) The dream began with silver. Not the pale glint of moonlight through trees, nor the soft shimmer of river stones. This was liquid silver, thick as blood, humming with power, pooling in my palms before rising like smoke to form the shape of a woman. The scent of crushed juniper and frost filled my nose, so sharp it made my eyes water. The moon goddess’s eyes burned into mine, twin pools of molten mercury. "You hesitate." Her voice wasn’t sound, it was the crack of ice on a frozen lake, the whisper of wind through dead grass, the last gasp of a dying wolf. It vibrated in my teeth, in my bones. "A true AlphaOmega does not falter at the fork in the path." I clenched my fists, my claws biting into my skin. The sting grounded me. "I’m not hesitating. I just, " "You fear choosing wrong again." Her starlit fingers tipped my chin up. Cold seeped into my jaw where she touched me. "So I will show you truth. One night in each man’s mind. See what they
The Weight of a Daughter and Mother (Davina’s POV) The scent of crushed juniper and old blood clung to the air as I stepped into the Lumen Great Hall. The place still smelled like him, like pine and steel and something deeper, something that used to make my wolf stir even when I didn’t have one. Now, the scent just made my chest ache. The hall was packed. Warriors lined the walls, their postures stiff, eyes flicking between me and the dais where Malcolm stood. His Beta, Rylan, hovered at his shoulder like a shadow, face unreadable. I hadn’t come here for a fight. But the moment my boots hit the polished oak floor, every muscle in my body coiled tight, ready for one. Eric’s hand brushed my lower back, just once, just enough to remind me I wasn’t alone. His scars pulsed faintly under his tunic, reacting to the tension in the room. Malcolm’s gaze locked onto mine. His blue eyes were bloodshot, dark circles bruising the skin beneath them. The wound on his side, the one from Ge
Ashes of the Fallen (Davina's POV) The ruins shook as Eric's war hammer struck the vault floor, sending cracks racing through centuriesold enchantments. Moonlight poured through the shattered ceiling, illuminating the nightmare unfolding around us. Lia's silverblack eyes tracked something unseen in the shadows as she whispered again: "She's here." Then the walls breathed. Darkness peeled away from the stone like living pitch, coalescing into Genevieve's form, taller than I remembered, her auburn hair now threaded with pulsating veins of shadow. She smiled, and the ruins trembled. "Hello, daughters." Chaos erupted. The Siege Eric's reinforcements flooded through the breached ceiling, Silverblood warriors in moonforged armor dropping on rappel lines, their blades singing as they engaged Lyra's shadowpossessed Lumen fighters. The metallic shriek of enchanted steel meeting dark magic set my teeth on edge. Malcolm dragged Luca behind the altar, his shadowinfected arm bar
The Poisoned Thread (Davina's POV) The scent of moonflowers woke me, thick and cloying, the way they'd smelled the night my father died. I bolted upright, the amulet flaring beneath my skin. The twins' bedrolls lay empty, their indentations still warm. A single black rose rested where Lia's head should have been, its petals glistening with something thicker than dew. Genevieve's calling card. Eric crashed into the tent, his scars blazing. "The western perimeter's breached. Three guards dead, their eyes melted from the inside." His gaze dropped to the rose. The veins in his neck stood rigid as stone. "She took them through the shadow paths." The world tilted. My claws tore through the bedroll as a memory I didn't know I possessed surged forward, Flashback: Eight Years Ago Father knelt in his study, the wooden flute I'd carved for him pressed to bloodied lips. Moonlight through the stained glass painted his ashen face in fractured colors. "Run, little wolf," he rasped.
Alpha Omega Rising (Davina's POV) The amulet writhed beneath my skin like a living thing, its silver tendrils pulsing in time with Luca's terrified screams. Every ragged breath my son took echoed through my bones, his small hands clawing at the Lumen warrior's arms as he was dragged toward Lyra's outstretched claws. Then Lia spoke. Not in her usual lilting child's voice, but in the resonant tones of the moontouched. "Mama breaks the chains." The amulet screamed. Molten silver fire erupted from my chest, engulfing my body in a cocoon of blinding light. My bones shattered and reformed, not the agonizing shift I'd endured before, but a glorious unfolding, like a flower blooming at impossible speed. Ribs expanded to accommodate new power. Sinews reforged with moonblessed strength. When the light faded, the world had transformed. Colors burned brighter, the crimson of spilled blood shimmered like rubies, the smoke curling in fractal patterns I could suddenly understand. S







