Elowen’s POV~~“With due respect, Delta Elowen, I won’t give in to your despicable and evil demands. I can’t take the life of our Luna Natura to please you. She is very innocent.” Lily’s response felt like a punch in the gut. I felt like a door was slamming right on my face when I had thought it was open. I couldn’t believe she could say those spiteful words directly to my face. Someone I had taken like my blood sister, even though she wasn’t. I had trained her to become the best among my trainees, and none of them could be on par with her. How dare she refuse to help me when I needed her, despite the fact that I had been there for her through her darkest times? A raging storm was brewing within me, like a volcano about to erupt. I didn’t hesitate to give her a thunderous slap because that’s what she deserves. I could feel my wolf baring its teeth and growling fiercely. Now that she has made an enemy with me in this pack, I can’t wait to make her and Luna Calista’s lives a living

Third-person POV Just as things were getting steamy between Tristan and Callista, a sudden knock on the door shattered the moment, bringing their pleasure to an abrupt halt. A frown creased Tristan’s forehead when the knock interrupted their intimate moments. “Who is that fool, disturbing my peace?” Tristan bellowed using his Alpha voice. “I-I am sorry, sir,” the voice behind the door stuttered shakily as she cowered in fear when she heard Alpha Tristan’s voice roar from behind the door. “What is it you want?” Tristan shouted again, his eyes fuming with rage. “Dinner is ready and the dining is set, Alpha,” the maid at the door responded, still stumbling over her words. “Do you have to tell...” was all Tristan could lashed out at the maid before Callista cut him off. "Thanks, darling; we will be there right away,” Callista’s calming and soothing voice replied to the maid at the door. “Okay, my Luna,” the maid responded, and she walked away. “Babe, you know you don’t have to be

Elowen’s POVThe voice sent a cold shiver down my spine, making my heart pound heavily like a thunderstorm in my chest. I couldn’t tell who the figure was, but the voice and physique are so familiar. The aura emanating from his body made me feel like I was being trapped in a room with icy walls closing in on me, suffocating my every breath. “Delta Elowen. Why did you poison our Luna Natura?” The voice snarled in anger, turning to face me. Our eyes locked; I could see rage in them. His eyes were like fiery daggers, piercing through the air with an intense and furious glare. The anger in his stare was palpable, radiating a fierce and overwhelming energy. It was a sight that could make your blood run cold, and I think it is doing that to me right now. If I hadn’t known this person standing in front of me to be kindhearted, I should have said he would rip me into pieces, judging from his malevolent stare. I felt a lump in my throat. “What is that supposed to mean?” I replied, unfazed by

Callista’s POV~~ I woke up to the sun shining through the window, casting a warm glow on my face. The room fills with a soft, golden light, bringing a sense of tranquility and renewal. It's as if the sun is greeting me, gently nudging me into the start of a brand new day.I stretched and yawned; my mouth opened wide like a cavern, releasing a quiet, sleepy sigh. The yawn spreads through my body, a gentle wave of relaxation and readiness coursing through it. Still feeling the remnants of sleep, I turned to Tristan with a sleepy smile. “Good morning, love.” With a yawn escaping my lips again, I greeted him in a soft, drowsy voice. He was standing, all dressed, in front of the wooden-carved mirror hanging in one corner of the room. His reflection gazes back, a twin in the glass. The crisp white shirt clings to his chest like a loyal friend, buttoned up to the neck. The tie, a slender serpent, winds around his collar. His trousers, charcoal gray, fall straight as a soldier’s spine, and

Andrian’s POV~~As soon as I stepped into Alpha Tristan’s office, I could sense a storm brewing in his eyes. His face was as gloomy as a rainy day, and his eyes were filled with a storm of concern, clouded with worry, like a thundercloud ready to burst. I was bothered by why his face looked so etched with gloom. I wanted to ask him what his worry was, but his question made me delve into what I came to discuss with him. Since pack safety comes ahead of anything else, he might be worried about. Alpha Tristan is not the type that darkness will envelop like a suffocating blanket, sending shivers down the spine when it comes to fighting battles or on the battlefield, so I was sure he wasn’t bothered about the Black Moon pack threat. I respect his great skills, agility, and wolf strength on the battlefield. Even though he doesn’t take an interest in pre-war planning and strategy, that's where I always come in handy as his beta. I always took an interest in planning out strategies that c