- Princess Helena’s POV -I was not in the best of moods. The blood of that pitiful bandit I had tortured earlier still clung to the fabric of my dress, an ugly reminder of how quickly he had broken. I wanted more. I wanted him to last longer, to scream until his voice shattered, but instead he begged, he cried, and he died too easily. What a coward.When I entered Father’s office, he was already watching me from his swivel chair, his eyes sharp and unreadable.“I need you to do something for your sister,” he said firmly. “I need you to avenge her. I need you to punish those who treated her like a slave.”That single word, slave, thundered in my head, echoing until my chest ached with rage. My vision blurred, my blood roared in my ears, and without realizing it, the air around me dropped into a biting chill. A cold wind spiraled from my palm, frost creeping along my fingertips.“What did you just say?” My voice was deadly calm, though my insides trembled with fury. “Slave?”The word t
- Royal Guard Neong's POV -I raised my brows at Song, hoping he would explain why Princess Helena looked colder than her usual self. I had seen him leaving the chamber where the King resided. Knowing those two, I assumed they had been passing the time with their board games again. But the castle had been restless that day. Whispers spread of a commotion and, strangely, a commoner had been permitted within the royal halls. Such things rarely happened. My curiosity grew sharper with every passing moment.As a Royal Guard, it was not my place to ask, yet my duty demanded I stay vigilant. The safety of the Kingdom came before everything else.“Her twin was found,” Song said at last, his voice low. He was my closest comrade, bound by the same duty as I.I froze. Her twin.Every wolf in the Kingdom had heard the stories of the lost crown princess, the future Queen Luna by birthright, taken away in the dead of night and never seen again. I had long believed those tales were nothing but bitt
- Alpha King Alfroid POV -“I cannot wait for that, Helena,” I said, yet my daughter stood unshaken, her expression carved from ice. Her stillness carried a sharp defiance, but beneath it, I sensed her hesitation.Helena’s refusal surprised me. She rarely cared for patience, much less for privacy. She was a creature of action, a predator who despised waiting. But now, when it came to her sister, she would endure the silence. That spoke volumes of her devotion to Heminica.But patience had abandoned me. I could not sit and watch her lie there, broken and unconscious. I needed to see the truth with my own eyes, to understand every wound and scar she carried, to atone for all the years I had failed as her father. I had been a king to the most powerful realm, yet I had not been a father to my eldest child, the rightful Crowned Queen Luna of all werewolves.“Call the hermit,” I ordered, my voice cutting through the heavy air.The servant bowed and vanished, hurrying to obey.Helena’s eyes
- Alpha King Alfroid's POV -I was deep into a board game of strategy with my Royal Guard, a man whose skill in tactics was unmatched, when a deafening bang on the door shattered the stillness of the night.“Your Majesty!” A servant’s frantic voice followed the pounding knock.I glanced at the clock on the wall. Past three in the morning. I hadn’t realized how quickly the hours had slipped away.The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside.“Let him enter,” I commanded, my voice low but edged with authority. The Royal Guard by the door obeyed at once.The servant stumbled in, his face pale and trembling. He bowed quickly, his words tumbling over themselves. “Your Majesty, we have found Princess Helena in the river! She was unconscious and wounded!”The air left my lungs. His panicked declaration was enough to hurl me from my chair. Without hesitation, I rushed down the corridors toward my daughter’s quarters.Impossible. My Helena... my daughter who was fierce, unyielding, and unt
- Vienna's POV -I panicked as the heat surged violently... spreading through my veins until I screamed louder, my voice raw.The vampires who bit me shrieked in horror as flames engulfed them, their bodies burning to ash before my wide, disbelieving eyes.I stared at my hands... glowing, flaring, alive with fire. My whole body burned with a terrifying, uncontrollable power...The leader released me, fear etched into his pale face. "What are you!?"I don't know... I had no answer. Suddenly, a picture of the little girl on fire which I always saw in my dream snapped into me... it was the same as mine.I stumbled backward, my flaming hands trembling, my mind blank with terror. I hadn't even realized my heel slipped off the cliff's edge until the ground gave way beneath me.I fell, as I was falling... the wind roared in my ears, but all I could see was her... her anger and the flames in her body... she was like me... wait- Was she me? Then... who was that boy?The fire vanished as the c
I stand frozen as Alpha Froylan and Former Alpha Jerson converse. My mind tears in two... should I escape or approach my mate?My heart races with tangled emotions. Truthfully, I am scared. I have nowhere to go, no idea where I could spend the night. I only have the clothes on my back, no money, and I doubt anyone would help me.I take a deep breath as I hear footsteps drawing near. I am hiding on the other side of the gate, unseen. Why of all places did my feet bring me here?Would my mate even recognize me? What if he saw me in this state? He saw me just last week, and I looked even worse than I do now.When Alpha Froylan passes through the gate, I catch a glimpse of his back as he walks away. But then, something shifts. He must have caught my scent because he immediately turns, his eyes widening in shock. His face is as striking as ever in the dim light, and shame burns through me at how I must look."Why are you here?" His voice startles me, and his eyes scan me from head to toe,