LOGINMia’s POV
“Where the hell have you been? I have been looking all over for you?” Damion barked, not acknowledging that I had guests. He didn't have to. The two of them were already either overwhelmed or afraid to speak. That was not unexpected considering the kind of man he was. “I have been here, My Alpha. I tried talking to you earlier but you've been pushing me away,” I answered keeping my tone low. “You think you're powerful enough to hang around the kind of people I walk with?” “If you let me into your circle, you can find out that I'm smarter than you think I am.” “Yeah? And what else am I going to find out? That you're a traitor who was waiting all this while to stab me in the back?” “Please lower your voice,” I begged. Everyone had turned their attention to me. “Is this how you're supposed to treat your wife?” He scoffed. “You expect me to show you love?” He grabbed my arm and pulled me close. His grip on my hand was right. “You're hurting me. Please stop.” “Get this through your head. I'll never be kind to a lowly cursed werewolf like you. Now wrap up your conversation and get prepared to leave soon back to your cage where you belong.” He left my hand only after he was done. By the time he walked off, all eyes were on me. I could head the whisperings loud and clear. “I can already tell this Luna is not the right fit for Alpha Damion.” “He is treating her like a slave more than his wife.” They were coming from all angles of the room. I could even hear the low snickers and chuckles all aimed at making mockery of me. I could not take it anymore. I ran out the townhall to it's courtyard. It was the only place I could be alone. Taking a seat on one of the concrete steps, I broke down in tears. Damion succeeded in making jest of me at every turn. Where was my dignity? How could the pack respect me as their Luna when they saw me being tossed around like an item? I heard the door to the courtyard creak open. Fuck! I couldn't be in here for long before I had company. Judging by the footsteps, the person were headed for me. My head still rested on my cradled knees and folded arms as the tears spilled. I ignored the person. It was probably a guard sent by Alpha Damion to watch over me. “Excuse me, Luna Mia but I think you dropped this,” I heard a masculine voice. It was strikingly similar. I looked up with moist eyes. “Xander?” He was stood in front of me with a handkerchief stretched out in front of me. It didn't look anything like mine. It had to be his. “Yes, Luna Mia. I saw you run off and I decided I should come and see how you're doing.” I leaned forward so I could gaze at the door. “Your wife isn't going to be happy learning that you're in her with me.” “As long as we are not up to anything naughty, we should be fine.” The urge to tell him to leave was heavy but I needed company. I was sad. I had to settle for trash company, but it still got the job done. I grabbed the handkerchief and mopped my face clean from the tears. “Can I sit beside you?” A nod answered his question. “It was really crazy what happened in there,” he started off, running his hand through his sleek dark hair. That action never failed to make him look hotter. “Dont act like you care. I'm sure you had a good laugh over it just like everyone.” “Even if I wanted to, I couldn't,” he said, his voice firm. “That was no way to speak to a woman. What makes his action even more worse is that you're his wife.” “Oh, please,” I scoffed. “Like your treat people better. I have heard the rumours. You hurt people however you please and don't care.” Take for example me. He was the one who connived with Nyla to kill me. I had been naive before about the kind of man that he is in the past. He smiled, his dimples showing off. “I agree that those rumors are true. But that was in the past. I’m a changed man now.” He sounded so convincing. He could have changed his ways but what happens to the people he hurt? People like men who could never be the same again? “It's the same kind of change that your husband needs. I doubt he is going to make that change for you. You deserve someone better.” “I know.” “So why are you still holding on to him when he keeps hurting you?” “It's complicated. You wouldn't understand.” He sighed. “I would never treat a beautiful woman like you if you were mine.” His words lifted my brows. “Are you hitting on me?” “I'm telling you the truth. You would be spoiled with love.” That was tempting. I have never been spiked with love. All I have known is hurt and affliction but never affection. Who am I kidding? This was the same man who had me killed and was currently in love with my sister. “You've probably said that more women than you can count. Does your wife know you're here?” “No she doesn't and it is going to stay that way.” He checked his watch. “I have to go now. I have an important meeting with Alpha Damion. Maybe I'll see you around.” He winked at me before heading out in a rush. I wanted to fight it but his wink was too smooth, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered about. Their flapping wings suppressed the caution from my guts about the man that just walked out. Wait, he just said he was going to meet Damion? They ere working together. On what? I immediately jumped up and rushed after him for answers.Lyra’s POVHours later, the celebration faded into murmurs and distant laughter.The moon had risen full and low casting silver light through the open hall, washing everything in a calm too fragile to trust.The banners of Bloodhound and Moonshine hung side by side, their crimson threads glinting beneath the torchlight. For the first time in decades, the packs had feasted without bloodshed. The war was over. The lost had been honored. The living dared to hope.I stood by the tall window, watching the stars shimmer across the horizon.They looked close tonight — like they were listening.My reflection stared back at me — Mia’s face, Lyra’s eyes. Two souls fused by vengeance and rebirth. I was no longer the ghost that haunted the woods. I was the fire that had crawled from its ashes.Footsteps echoed softly behind me.Damion came up, wrapping his arms around my waist. His warmth seeped through me, grounding me in a world that still didn’t feel real.“You silenced centuries of fear in a
CHAPTER 129Lyra’s POVPeace had never sounded so strange.No war cries, no burning steel. Only the soft hum of rebuilding and the whispers of ghosts we could never bury.The Bloodhound Pack was breathing again. After months of bloodshed, of watching the world burn under Lucius and Nyla’s madness, dawn finally came without fear.But peace was fragile and it trembled beneath every stare, every uncertain word spoken in the courtyard that morning.Damion and I called the gathering beneath the high dome of the council hall.The Bloodhound and Moonshine Alphas filled the chamber — men and women who had once bowed to Lucius’s cruelty, now watching me with wary eyes. Some whispered, some glared. None dared to speak too loud.They were waiting for answers.For truth.Damion stood at the center of the room, his black coat brushing the stone, his presence quiet but commanding. “Today,” he began, his voice echoing against the marble walls, “we close a chapter written in blood.”He turned to me.
Lyra’s POVThe night was too quiet.Too still.Even the wind had stopped moving, and the Bloodhound Pack slept soundly beneath a silver moon. I stood by the window, feeling something stir in my chest — a weight, a warning. My wolf shifted restlessly beneath my skin.I couldn’t sleep. The child inside me stirred softly, a flutter beneath my ribs — fragile, alive, a reminder that peace might finally exist after all the bloodshed. Damion had made sure the pack was safe, rebuilding the ruins Lucius left behind. For once, the world was still.Then I felt it.That familiar, poisonous energy.My breath caught.It couldn’t be.But before I could think, a shadow slipped through the courtyard — silent as death. Her aura hit me like a blade to the heart.It was Nyla.I stepped out into the cold air barefoot, the gravel biting into my skin, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. She stood in the moonlight — pale, hollow, her eyes glowing with crimson fury.“Did you miss me, sister?” she whispered, her
Nyla’s POVSilence.That was all that remained when the screams faded.Pain.That’s all that was left of me.The smell of blood still clung to the walls of the cell. Xander’s blood. His scent haunted me, thick and suffocating — a reminder of the moment everything shattered. His body had been taken hours ago, but I could still see him, sprawled across the cold stone floor, eyes lifeless…My knees pressed against the stone floor, slick with what was left of him. Xander. His blood still stained my hands, warm once, now cold and sticky, like the life that had drained from me too.He was gone.Gone because of her.I stared at the empty space where his body had lain, the weight of it crushing me from the inside out. His eyes had closed in peace, his lips had formed her name — not mine. Never mine.Lyra.Even thinking about it made my throat burn.I pressed my palms to my face, the sobs tearing out of me uncontrollably. My heart screamed her name in fury. My fingers shook as I looked down at
Damion's POV Outside, the air was heavy with smoke and the faint scent of rain. Warriors gathered in the courtyard, weary but alert. They looked up as I descended the stairs — the Alpha King, bloodied but unbroken.I raised my voice, letting it cut through the silence.“Lucius is dead.”A hush fell.“I killed him,” I continued, the words cold and sharp. “He was the one who murdered my father. He deceived us all — framed Beta Sinclair, divided the pack, and turned brother against brother. But his reign ends tonight.”A murmur spread like wildfire. The tension that had hung over Bloodhound lands for years finally cracked — replaced by shock, then relief, then fury.I lifted my chin. “The Bloodhound Pack is free again. The lies end here. The curse ends here.”Cheers broke out — raw, thunderous howls that rose to the sky. Warriors beat their chests. Mothers wept. Elders bowed.I waited for the noise to quiet, then added, my voice softer but steady, “Our Luna lives. And she carries our fu
Damion’s POVThe world felt too quiet after the blood stopped spilling.I carried Lyra in my arms, her body limp, her pulse faint but there. Each step back to Bloodhound territory felt heavier than the last. My hands were slick with blood — hers, mine, Lucius’s — I couldn’t tell anymore.By the time I reached the gates, the guards froze. Eyes widened. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like wind through dry leaves.Their Alpha King had returned.But there was no victory in my stride, only exhaustion, rage, and the desperate hope that the woman in my arms would open her eyes again.“Prepare the healer,” I ordered, my voice hoarse but commanding. “Now.”Warriors moved aside instantly. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe. I took her through the courtyard, through the grand hall, straight to our chamber. The scent of smoke and steel lingered in the air, but I didn’t care. I laid her gently on the bed, brushing strands of hair from her pale face.I laid her gently on our bed, my hands







