Tristan’s POV
The look on Reya’s face was like that of a vicious vixen. Her eyes were fixed on Chloe and her mouth lifted up in a smirk that tugged at my heart. Before I could say anything, Lycan Xander appeared by her side, slipping an arm around her waist.
“Is everything alright here?” he shot a questioning glance at Chloe who looked like she had seen a ghost, but that wasn’t my problem. My problem was that an unknown feeling swelled in my chest and I had the urge to jump forward and pry his hands off Reya.
I gritted my teeth, clenching my fist beside me. “Chloe,” I bit out. “Has be having dizzy spells. I’m sure she just needs to rest.”
That snapped Chloe out of whatever trance she was in and she plastered a smile on her face. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m… fine. Come, I’ll show you to your rooms. I’m sure you all are tired from the trip and need to rest.”
She shot me a glare, silently sending me a message that I had a lot of questions to answer.
Again, that wasn’t my problem. I needed to find a way to get Reya away from Lycan Xander. If I had my way, I’d have kicked him away from my territory the moment we reached the borders, but not only was he the Lycan King, he was here to support his pack team.
And it was the only way I could bring Reya here.
I sidestepped, copying Chloe and plastering a fake ass smile on my face. “We prepared an entire lounge for you and your team, Lycan King. I hope you like it.”
My eyes strayed to the spot on Reya’s back where his hand met her skin as he led her into the pack house and rage boiled inside me. Try how I might, I knew I couldn’t keep the news of her return on the down and low.
I mean she was my Luna for two full years even if I never let her engage in any Luna duties. Every member of my pack knew her and I knew news of her arrival back here was going to spread like wildfire.
I frowned as a little boy with a mask on brushed past me, giggling about something with the little girl I had seen with Lycan Xander the other day. I frowned. They brought a fucking kid? And who the hell was the boy?
“Why do you not look as surprised as I am?” Chloe’s voice sounded in my ears, lifting the fog of thoughts over my mind. Although she was talking to me, her eyes were settled on Lycan Xander and his team who were being led to their lounge by one of the maids.
“You saw her too, right? That was Reya.” She turned to me, narrowing her eyes into slits. “Did you know she was coming here?”
I groaned, rubbing my temples. Although it turned into almost not possible for werewolves, I turned as if am experiencing a headache. Goddess, why didn’t I think about Chloe when making my plans?
“You knew she was coming here and you said nothing to me?” she snapped, her voice laced with malice and anger. “Even going as far as making a fool out of me by bringing me down here to welcome her. What was your aim? Do you enjoy seeing me being humiliated?”
I groaned inside. “In my defense,” I began, trying my best to sound as civil as I could. “I told you not to come. I would’ve welcomed them myself.” With the look she gave me, I knew as soon as I finished saying the words that wasn’t the excuse I should be giving.
Well, the deed had already been done.
I peeked a glance at the direction they were headed, hoping to catch a glimpse of Reya but they were already gone. My mouth turned sour, and I turned away from Chloe marching to my office in long strides.
Chloe ran after me, the heels of her shoe clicking the floor in an annoying way which was causing headache to me.
“How can she be here?” she hissed as soon as we were both in my office. “Tris, she is supposed to be dead!”
I frowned, hating the idea of her even suggesting or thinking something like that about another person. What was wrong with her?
“Obviously, she is not dead,” I shrugged, falling into a couch to catch my breath. It was clear she was still in shock, because the Chloe I knew would never wish death upon any animal, not to talk of a werewolf like us.
“So, why is she here, Tris?” she lowered her voice, coming to stand in front of me and run her fingers through my hair. “Please tell me it’s just for the games. That’s all, right?”
Goddess, why was this so hard? I didn’t want to lie to her, I wanted to tell her that Reya was here for nothing but the games, but the tightness in my chest told me there was more.
I knew I wanted Reya back. I knew the moment I set eyes on her in the Lycan King’s territory. I didn’t realize how much I missed her before, but now, she was all I could think about. She was all I wanted.
And without her, I felt utterly useless and incomplete.
‘While you are admitting your feelings, something you should have done a long time ago, why not also admit that you fell in love with Reya and not Chloe?’ My wolf mocked. ‘The person you have always loved is Reya but you were too proud to admit it and now see where we are.’
I scoffed in my head. Me? In love with Reya? That was impossible. While I was sure my feelings for Chloe were gone, I wasn’t sure I caught those feelings for Reya even though I didn’t feel the need to make her suffer like I did before.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, Tris?” Chloe snapped. “Tell me her return means nothing to you and will not affect us in any way!”
I sighed, reaching out to hold her hand. “Reya is here to represent the Lycan King’s team in the games,” I assured her. “That’s all. There’s nothing between us and there will be nothing between us.”
She sniffed but said nothing. Hopefully, I would be able to keep these rising feelings for Reya buried within me for Chloe’s sake, because as much as I craved and missed Reya, I couldn’t bear to hurt Chloe more than she was already hurting.
‘Aren’t you pathetic?’ My wolf mocked, scratching hard at the back of my mind. ‘Is that all you are going to say?’
“Will you punish her for running away?” Chloe asked, pulling my attention back to her face. “Even if she is now hiding out in the Lycan King’s territory, she is still a member of your pack and you had a standing agreement with Alpha Wyvern.” She reminded me.
Her fingers scratched my scalp in a way that she knew I always liked. “It was her life for mine, Tris. I hope you did not forget.”
How could I forget? Although Alpha Wyvern had chosen not to take up a case after Reya ran away and I still went ahead to claim Chloe, an agreement was an agreement and even if five years already passed, I still had to honor it.
Except, a lot has changed since that time.
I didn’t see myself giving Reya off to anyone. She was mine and mine alone and I was going to make sure it stayed that way.
Reya’s POV"Do it."My voice didn’t tremble. My hands didn’t shake. But deep inside, something primal writhed.The circle was drawn in my own blood—ancient symbols carved with a silver dagger on the forest floor. The trees held their breath. The wind refused to move. Even the moon watched in silence.Lydia stepped back, her hands soaked in runes and ash. "You understand what this means. Once done, there is no going back.""That’s the point."My heartbeat thundered. Not from fear, but anticipation. Freedom dangled on the edge of a blade."Begin," I said.Lydia's voice turned guttural, possessed. "By oath unbound, by bond undone, by moon forsaken and blood outrun—I summon the severance."I dropped to my knees inside the circle.Pain.Not physical, not yet. But my wolf howled the moment the spell brushed our shared soul."Reya, something's wrong," she whimpered. "He’s still inside us…his scent, his touch. We’re still bound!""Not for long."I reached into the satchel beside me and pulled
Tristan's POV"Rewind it again. Slower this time."The security room was ice-cold, but sweat clung to my skin. My jaw locked; fists clenched at my sides as I stared at the screen replaying the same ten seconds. Again. And again.Reya.The footage had been recovered from a rogue outpost—now a graveyard. Cameras cracked and bloodstained, but still functional enough to capture what I should never have seen.Her.A crimson blur ripped through the screen like divine fury. Eyes glowing molten gold. Her wolf form—towering, silver, and untethered—tore through men like paper. Her scream shattered the surveillance audio, but it wasn’t just rage.It was grief.She was there for a child. Our child."Sir," Beta Isaac said quietly. "That was a one-woman raid. No backup. She stormed a fortified rogue den alone."I turned slowly to him. My voice rasped. "She got Luis back?"Isaac nodded. "Every rogue inside was slaughtered. No survivors. They're calling her 'Blood Moon' now. Even the Lycan High Guard
Reya’s POV"I didn’t choose this war," I whispered as the weight of two kingdoms threatened to collapse on my shoulders, "but I’ll end it on my terms."The court was packed.Cameras hovered like vultures. Fae advisors stood stoic, Lycan generals loomed silent, and the crowd of both Mooncrest and Riverdale wolves—separated by invisible lines of hatred—buzzed with tension.And there they were.Lycan Xander of Mooncrest, my protector, my declared king, standing in full ceremonial armor, a golden crown woven with runes that pulsed with ancient power. Beside him, Alpha Tristan Price—my former mate, my past, my pain—radiating raw dominance, every inch of him carved in regret and unspoken fire.My twins, Pearl and Luis, sat behind me. Pearl's golden eyes glowed like Tristan’s. Luis tapped his claws nervously—claws that were far too advanced for his age.The court knew.They all knew.And so did the magic. It thrummed through the air, ready to snap. This wasn’t just a battle for territory. It
Reya’s POV "There is no quiet tonight." My voice was ice. I stepped forward alone."Reya!""If they ever take my child again," I said. "There will be no mercy."Before he could argue, I shifted. My bones cracked and reshaped, faster than a blink. Midnight fur, pulsing crimson streaks down my spine. My eyes flared white.The Blood Moon rose with me.The guards didn’t see me coming.I tore through the front gate like parchment. My claws sliced through armor, muscle, and bone. Screams echoed into the night. The rogues scattered like rats."IT'S HER! THE LUNA! THE BLOOD MOON!""SHOOT HER!"Arrows? Pitiful.They bounced off my hide like twigs. I leapt to the second level, grabbed a rogue by the throat, and slammed him into the wall hard enough to splinter itI let my claws do the talking.I exploded through the stone wall. Magic flared up around me, but I let it burn. My rage was hotter.Six guards. All armed."FIRE!"Silver rounds. They stung. I snarled, felt the poison coil in my veins—
Reya’s POV The scream ripped through the command tent before I even registered the smell of blood."Luis!" I bolted out the flap, heart slamming, instincts clawing to the surface.Chaos. Warriors shouting. A Lycan guard slumped against the wall, throat slit. Blood soaking the ground. My daughter's cries pierced the air from the safehouse nearby.But Luis was gone."What the hell happened?!" I roared.Xander appeared at my side, eyes wild. "Reya... it's Chloe. She took him. Disguised herself as a medic. Slipped right past our guards.""No. No, no, NO!"The world tilted. My knees nearly buckled.I felt it. The bond. My connection to my son. Distant. Flickering."Track her," I snapped. "Now."A scout stumbled forward, holding a bloodied cloth. Luis's blanket. My wolf thrashed inside me, howling for blood. For vengeance. For my child.Lycan Xander’s voice was tight. "We picked up her trail heading east. Toward the Alpha Wyvern borderlands."Of course. Chloe wouldn’t take him to Tristan.
Reya’s POV"It’s spreading like wildfire," Lydia muttered, her fingers twitching at the hilt of her dagger. "Three packs have already sent envoys to confirm the rumors."Rumors. Lies wrapped in truth, bleeding into every crevice of our world. The Luna who lived. The traitor. The ghost. Me.I stood at the center of the Lycan guard’s courtyard, my chest heaving with rage and confusion as warriors dropped to their knees before me. Recognition burned in their eyes—some in awe, others in fear.Xander’s voice cut through the air like a whip. "Get them up. We bow to no myths. We fight beside legends."But even his commanding tone couldn’t stamp out what had already taken root.My name.My title.My return."They know," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. "He knows."Xander gave me a grim look. "Tristan won’t let this stand."RIVERDALE PACK – TRISTAN"It’s a damn lie!" Tristan’s voice thundered through the council chamber, making the glass chandeliers tremble. "She’s dead. I buried