[Diana]‘A courtesan can never be a luna.’My mother-in-law’s words haunted my head as I looked around the palace frantically. Our beta was dead.Our gamma’s head was displayed on the gallow among our pack public to instill terror in their hearts.The palace was surrounded by our enemy, our warriors falling over the battlements every second.“Luna! You have to hide! Luna!” My knight, Noah’s warning, snapped me out of the nightmare I was living.“Hide? Where can I hide? We are surrounded. It’s just a matter of time… they infiltrate the palace and then…” I placed my hand over my belly.The rules of a pack war, the winning party not only wins the pack, land, its army and its territory, but its women and its victor alpha win the luna of the defeated pack. And if the luna was pregnant, the first thing the victor alpha did was get rid of the previous alpha’s child and what was left for the luna was a life of humiliation, torture, pain — a life worse than hell.“No, luna. It’s not over yet

[Diana] Father’s Excalibur was waiting for us near the entrance of the palace. The black and silver beauty that spoke of royalty and wilderness. Cars always enticed me in the past, but father’s Excalibur allured me. I sat on it once when I had to accompany my father for a medical checkup in the past. Hal, father’s butler, opened the door for me. I got in the back seat with Lyvia and my father sat in the passenger’s seat. Hal started the car. Tingles of excitement ran through my body as I watched Hal deal with those buttons, gears and steering wheel. It was so cool; it made my heart flutter. Lyvia smiled at me. “Princess seems to like cars.” “I love them!” I gave her an excited smile. I felt my father’s gaze on me through the driver's mirror. He swiftly shifted his gaze on the road ahead when I glanced at him in the mirror. Soon, we reached the academy. The academy was basically a gothic castle in shades of white, grey, brown and black aesthetics. The Xenon academy had been a

[Diana] Mr Archer was completely opposite to what I had expected him to be. I thought he would be the prim and proper epitome of perfection, from his hair to his boots, but he was quite the opposite. He had black bushy curly hair that cascaded his forehead, reaching his behind his square frames. He was wearing a turtleneck brown sweater tucked loosely in his umber brown trousers. Upon them he wore a peanut-colored rain trench coat. His sharp jawline had stubbles, adding a shadowy touch to his sharp feature. His hooded eyes were just like Janus — mysterious, like a rainforest. He was thirty-eight, single, and I had started wondering what Janus’ father looked like because I bet their family had genes for looking effortlessly gorgeous even in rags. He sat across the table, facing me in his personal teacher's chamber, which had vibes like that of a vintage library straight out of a fantasy novel. His chamber had a blending scent of old books, parchment, ink, and musk. Golden jar can

[Diana]Vera was lying on the floor with several books scattered over and around her while Janus was over her, his knees between her legs, his one palm beside her ear and the other beside her breast as he propped his body inches away from hers.Vera was clenching the front of his shirt, panting beneath him.Janus lifted his gaze to me.“It’s nothing what it looks like…”“If you don’t get up from her this instant… I will kill you,” a growl rumbled through my chest.Janus pushed himself to his feet while Vera sat up on the floor, clenching her trembling hands near the cleavage of her maid uniform.“Janus Lakin, I need an explanation,” I snarled at him, walking between him and Vera.“Accident,” he said.“I am gonna need more than a word,” I said.Vera hurried up and gestured through her hands. She said—It’s nothing like that. I saw prince Janus entering the restricted section and came after him to warn him we can’t come here. But he wasn’t able to understand my sign language. I was abou

[Diana]“Looked like a panic attack to me which showered on Mes like a death attack…”I regained my consciousness to Janus’ voice. He was talking to someone who wasn’t visible to me.“Here she is,” Janus said, leaning his back against the chair he was sitting on beside my bed. “I told you she wasn’t dead.”With a moan, I held my head. My whole body was sore, numb at places, and excruciating at others.“Damn it, was your dead family… preparing for my welcoming party?” My voice came out hoarse. My throat felt like it was burning.“Quite brave of you to joke after you were almost paralysed,” Janus said.“Almost dead,” I said, licking my lips that were bruised in the fight.“You look like minced meat right now, quote-unquote doctor Lyvia — it’ll be better if you do not speak slowly for a few days.”“W-where is… she?” I asked, trying to tilt my head, but it hurt. Even moving a finger hurt, as if hammers were hitting my body.“You are not the only one going berserk. It’s quite common during