MasukMia’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 POVThe hall slowly emptied, but the echo of the moment lingered in the air like a warm afterglow. The warriors slipped out with bowed heads, whispering blessings as they passed. The glow of the Crescent Flame emblem still shimmered across the far wall, soft silver and gold light carrying a promise I could feel deep in my bones.My body trembled with exhaustion, but the peace inside me… it was something new. Something fragile and soft, like a breath after drowning.My twins rested against my chest, their skin warm, their tiny heartbeats steady. Their breathing was so gentle, so rhythmic, it soothed every ache I carried. I ran my thumb along the curve of my daughter’s cheek, memorizing the softness of her, then shifted slightly as my son curled closer in Damion’s arms.I looked up at him.Damion was watching me the way someone looks at sunrise after believing they might never see light again. His presence grounded me. His love steadied me. Everything we had fought for had led to
The battlefield beyond the walls of Bloodhound had fallen silent, the fires smoldering in the distance, the acrid scent of ash and blood hanging heavy in the air. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the screams of war were gone. The Moonlight shone down on the packs, both Bloodhound and Moonshine, their warriors exhausted but alive.Inside the castle, the chaos of battle had not followed, but a different storm raged.Lyra lay on a bed in the center of the chamber, her hands pressed to her belly, her face pale but resolute. She had barely spoken since the last attack, and now, the tension in her body had reached its peak. I stayed at her side, kneeling on the floor, holding her hand and watching the faint rise and fall of her chest.Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine, and in them, I saw all the battles we had fought, all the losses we had endured, and the fragile hope that had survived. “It’s over,” she whispered, though her voice carried no relief. “The packs… the bl
Damion's povThe Blood Moon bathed the land in crimson light, spilling its glow through the tall windows of our chamber. Outside, the armies clashed with chaos and fury, fire and shadow mingling in a dance of death. I stayed close to Lyra, feeling her trembling under my arms, her pulse uneven, her breathing shallow. Every moment, my fear twisted tighter around my chest. I could hear the cries of warriors, the clash of steel, the roar of beasts beyond the walls, but in this room, all I could focus on was the fragile life in her womb and the life at her side.Lyra’s eyes were closed, her forehead damp with sweat. Her body ached from the lingering poison, and the curse that had once haunted her had now shifted toward the child she carried. I felt the weight of responsibility crush me. Not just as a king, not just as a fighter, but as the man who would protect her at all costs. I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, inhaling her scent, grounding myself against the fear that threatene
Damion’s POVThe attack came before dawn, when the world was still quiet enough for fear to be heard. A scout burst into the war hall with ash smeared across his face, breath sharp and frantic.He spoke of fire sweeping through the outer villages, shadows moving with unnatural speed, rogues tearing through defenses as if they had been trained to fight as one body. Behind them marched witches cloaked in midnight, and further still, scattered remnants of the monsters Lucius once called his loyal hounds. Selene Varran was no longer testing our borders. She had launched a full invasion.I felt the weight of the kingdom press onto my shoulders. My generals rose from their seats instantly, barking orders, drawing strategies, ready to charge into the chaos. The scent of burning earth seeped in even from the stone walls. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to take the field, to lead the army the way I always had. But beneath that instinct lived something stronger. A smaller heartbeat.
Damion’s POVWhen I found Lyra in Lucius’s abandoned chamber, she was sitting on the cold floor with the scroll open in her trembling hands. The moonlight through the cracked window fell across her face, revealing the tears she had been fighting to hide. She didn’t look up at first. She just stared at the prophecy written by my father, as if willing the words to change. When she finally raised her eyes to mine, the pain inside them made something inside me fracture. I went to her, pulling her gently against my chest. Her body softened into mine, but her breaths were uneven, and her fingers clutched at my shirt like she was afraid she would drown if she let go.The prophecy had marked our unborn child. The curse meant for Lyra and her sister had shifted, moved, found new life inside the tiny heartbeat growing within her. Lyra whispered it like a confession, voice cracking under the weight of her fear. She said she felt as if she had damned our child before it was even born. I held
Lyra’s POVLucius’s abandoned chamber still smelled of dust and death.The torches flickered as I pushed open the heavy iron door, my breath catching when the cold air wrapped around my skin. No one had stepped inside this room since the day Damion ended his reign. His darkness still clung to the stone walls, whispering old curses in the silence.But something… pulled me here tonight.My steps echoed softly as I walked past overturned tables, broken glass, and the remnants of Lucius’s madness. My hand drifted along the cracked desk, brushing away dust, until it caught on something buried beneath—A hidden compartment.I froze.My pulse quickened as I pried it open. A faint scent of old parchment drifted out. Wrapped in black silk, untouched by time, lay a scroll sealed in gold.Not Lucius’s seal.Alaric Byers.Damion’s father. The last true Alpha King.My throat tightened as I broke the seal.The parchment unfurled slowly, trembling between my fingers.The handwriting was bold. Elegan







