Mag-log inWe both froze in shock, as we were just so terrified.
Just then, the voice of another maiden spoke up.
"On the instruction of the alpha, I came to serve you dinner, ma'am." She said, and left the room immediately.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, as I was already panicking.
"That was so close." I muttered.
The room fell very quiet again, as the maiden didn't say any other word to me again.
"We're forbidden from speaking up in this castle." She began.
I looked at her in silence, while wondering what to say to her.
"I thought as much. If you don't feel like saying any word to me, then you can keep calm. I totally understand." I assured her, and she smiled at her.
We just stayed silent for a long while, before she broke the silence.
"I trust you, ma'am. You know, speaking to anyone about anything can attract death, as the alpha is very ruthless." She explained, and I didn't even doubt her at all.
With what I had seen so far, I still didn't need to doubt what the alpha was capable of doing to anyone.
"This is indeed sad. But, why can't all of you walk together and revolt against his oppression?" I asked her.
"The last time they tried to, some of the maidens sabotaged the entire plans, and those of them that were caught in the act, were destroyed by him. That is the reason why I try to be very careful with what I do here." She explained.
Well, she was very right, but I felt like there was more to the story.
"So painful to hear. It is indeed pathetic that not many people in this castle can be trusted." I expressed my dissatisfaction.
To make matters worst, I just couldn't think of anything else but wonder why some people would rather suffer in humiliation, than work together and find a way to escape.
"Indeed! I was baffled at first on that very day, as I was also scared about my life. Anyway, I'm just very grateful that I was spared." She said, and I smiled at her.
With what she had just said to me, I knew that escaping from that castle would be a very impossible task, as there would be no one to trust me.
"I'm glad you weren't hurt. About me, I'm worried about my existence. I don't know how long that I would be able to hold on and continue to endure this monster." I blurted in total weakness.
Obviously, from what I was hearing from this monster, I knew that I really needed to help myself, but it wasn't actually possible.
"About that, you have to be very careful around the alpha. He doesn't hesitate to end people who he sees as weak and pathetic." She admonished me.
At that moment, my mind flashed back to the incident that had happened earlier.
I could remember him talking about hating me because I was very pathetic.
Does it mean that he was going to end me?
Ohh moon goddess! Run to my rescue!
"I don't know how long I would be able to last with him, but even if it doesn't work out with this monster, I'd be happy that he ends me so fast. I can't keep up with living like a shadow of myself." I said, as I forced myself to hold back my tears.
This was indeed the toughest phase of my life.
"Nope! You don't have to give up so fast. If you can endure him, then you'd be able to live. Please, I'd be taking my leave now. I've spent so much time with you." She said in panic, as she walked out of the bathroom hastily.
I prayed that she'd be alright. I just didn't want to see her end up in problems.
"Please, be safe, out there." I mumbled.
It was indeed going to be a long night of thoughts for me. This was my first night in this room, and I didn't know what it would hold for me, or what it would be like.
Well in all, I was hopeful that the goddess of the moon had already directed my paths, and sealed it.
After I was done bathing, I spent a little time in my bathtub, making sure that I sipped in enough relaxation. I had really suffered for a long time.
For the last time in a long while, I walked out of the bathtub, and I breathed a fresh air. Indeed, I lacked strength and energy.
Slowly, I saw a reflection of myself in the mirror. I had changed beyond descriptions. My face that was once smooth, was now a home of scars and bruises.
"You'd come back stronger, Linda!" I said to myself, while touching my face slowly. Even in my hands, I had injuries too, and it was just so unbelievable.
I knew that one thing was sure, this was not my end. I just prayed that it'd be able to withstand my present challenge.
Just at that moment, my room was opened in a forcefully way, and it was Alpha Roman Moscow.
My heart flew away immediately!
Here comes my nightmare!
For a long while, he stared at me continuously without saying anything.
"You think you can run away from me?" He suddenly screamed in fury, and I jolted in shock.
What did I do wrong?
Suddenly, he grabbed my neck violently, and bit my ear like he wanted to chew it.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why are you causing me pain?" I cried out to him.
He spat at me right in the face.
"You're pathetic, and I hate you." He laughed at my face as he said those words to me.
What did I even do to this monster alpha?
"I am your Luna, Alpha Roman Moscow. You need to treat me right!" I yelled at him in tears, and he punched me in the face.
Just at the moment that I mentioned his name, his eyes flickered like he has seen a ghost.
At that moment, he brought out a per knife from his back pocket.
“On your knees.”Roman’s voice cut through the grand hall like a blade drawn across silk.The command was quiet, but it carried , over the murmurs of the gathered pack, over the clinking of goblets and the heavy scent of wine and cedar smoke.Luna froze.Every eye in the hall turned toward her.The celebration had begun as a show of dominance , a banquet for the neighboring Alphas, an exhibition of Roman’s unchallenged power. The tables gleamed with silver. The air shimmered with the heat of the torches. And at the head of it all sat Roman, dressed in black and gold, his eyes like twin shards of winter stormlight.She stood a few feet away from him, still, expression calm, heart a storm beneath her ribs.“What did you say?” she asked, her voice low enough that only he could hear.Roman leaned back in his chair, the faintest curl of amusement ghosting his mouth. “You heard me.”He said it softly, almost lazily, but his gaze was razor-sharp, daring her to disobey.The silence stretche
“Cassian thinks you’ve lost control.”Roman’s voice sliced through the dark like the edge of a blade.He stood at the center of his private war room, surrounded by maps and burning candles that cast uneven light across the floor. The scent of smoke and leather filled the air. It was late, past the hour when most men slept, but Roman never slept well when his mind hunted ghosts.Cassian didn’t flinch. “Then Cassian thinks correctly,” he said, stepping from the shadows. His coat was unbuttoned, his jaw set in quiet defiance. “You’ve been distracted. Since her.”Roman’s eyes flickered upward. “Careful.”“I’m your second, not your servant.”“You’re both,” Roman said calmly. “You just prefer the first title.”Cassian’s mouth twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Titles don’t matter. But the pack does. The council’s restless. They whisper that you’re softening.”Roman arched an eyebrow. “Softening?”“They’ve seen how you look at her.”The Alpha turned his head slightly, candleli
“Where does he go every night?”The question slipped from Luna before she could stop it.The maid beside her , a girl with ink-black braids and frightened eyes , flinched as if struck. “Don’t ask that,” she whispered. “Some doors stay shut for a reason.”But Luna’s curiosity had already taken root. Since the dinner, since Roman’s mouth had touched her blood, her mind hadn’t known peace. Every night the same: his footsteps fading down the corridor after midnight, the soft click of a distant door, the hush that followed, like the castle itself held its breath.That silence was louder than any scream.When the moon climbed high, Luna rose from her narrow bed. She moved barefoot, her gown whispering against the stone. The halls were dim, the sconces burning low. Guards patrolled in lazy arcs, their armor catching fragments of silver light. She had memorized their rhythm , two minutes between passes , and slipped through the gap like smoke.The castle at night was a different creature.
“Smile, Luna. You’re being watched.”Roman’s voice brushed her ear like smoke, quiet enough that no one else could hear.The command wasn’t harsh; it was velvet, soaked in warning. The kind of tone that could coax obedience out of anyone who feared the wrong consequence.Luna’s lips curved. The smile came slow, deliberate, thin as a blade. She didn’t turn to him. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that his voice could still stir something hot and electric in her veins.“I didn’t realize you wanted me to perform,” she murmured.“Always,” he said. “Especially when they’re watching.”He gestured subtly with his wine glass toward the long table ahead of them, where his council , a circle of his highest betas , waited in the dim glow of chandeliers.The hall itself was carved out of marble and shadow. Gold and obsidian chandeliers hung low, casting long, tremulous shapes across the room. The walls were hung with the banners of conquered packs , proof of Roman’s authority, each t
“Can you hear me, Luna?”The voice slid through the dark like a breath on her skin.Luna jolted awake, her pulse thundering in her ears. The room was empty, no torches, no windows, only the faint glow of pale light trembling across black stone. She pushed herself upright slowly, her hands brushing cold marble. Every sound echoed, stretching into eternity.“Roman?”Her voice came back to her, sharper, distorted, multiplied. Dozens of her own tones whispered her name back. Luna. Luna. Luna.Her chest tightened. “Where are you?”Roman’s laughter drifted through the air, low and distant. “Everywhere you look.”She turned in a slow circle, eyes scanning the walls. They weren’t walls at all, at least not ordinary ones. Each surface shimmered faintly, like glass breathing. Her reflection looked back from all sides, faint and ghostlike.“Another trick,” she whispered.“Not a trick,” his voice murmured. “A lesson.”She faced one of the mirrored walls. Her reflection stared back, pale, tremblin
“Drink.”The single word cracked through the silence like a command meant for the soul.Luna looked up from the table, the candlelight glinting against the two silver chalices set before her. One shimmered faintly blue; the other, red as blood. The scent of wine and metal hung between them, thick and heavy.Roman sat across from her, every line of his body composed, his expression a mask of calm indulgence. His coat was black, his shirt unbuttoned at the throat, exposing a line of skin that caught the firelight in ways that made it difficult to breathe.Her voice came steady. “What are they?”He leaned back slightly, fingers drumming once against the table’s edge. “One grants freedom. The other, peace.”“Freedom,” she repeated slowly. “And peace.” Her gaze flicked to him. “Both sound like lies.”Roman’s mouth curved. “Perhaps. But only one of them binds.”The air between them seemed to hum.Luna glanced down again, the reflection of the flames dancing across the surface of the cups. “







