Semua Bab The Unchosen Luna : Bab 1 - Bab 10

“You will marry him.” My father’s hands slammed against the wooden table, the sound echoing like thunder across the chamber walls.I had never seen him this furious—not since the day my mother died. Her name was Lumber, and even now, the memory of her loss clung to our family like a curse. My father had always said she was his great love, the wound he could never heal from. Yet in moments like this, when his rage towered over me, I wondered if her absence had carved him into something colder, something unrecognizable.His eyes burned into mine, cold and sharp, “Nico, you must understand—the fate of this kingdom rests in your hands.” His voice wasn’t gentler, but the raw anger in it had eased into something heavier, something unyielding, like bitter steel.My throat tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I held them back with every ounce of strength I had. Why would he do this to me? Why would he place this burden—this prison—on my shoulders, when all I had ever wanted

Today was the day— the day my father had been waiting for with an eagerness that almost sickened me. He looked forward to this visitor as though the man were some prophesied savior, the Messiah sent to fix everything. But for me—Nico— the day carried no light. I was still grieving Ava. Her death struck deeper than any blade could. To anyone else, she was the quiet girl who minded her business. To me, she was everything. The sister I never had. The shield when my father was absent. The one person I could argue with fiercely, only to make up with laughter hours later. Now she was gone, and the silence she left behind hurt worse than the noise of war. A soft chuckle escaped me as I tilted my face toward the sky. The sunlight burned against my eyes, but instead of pain, I felt a fleeting sense of relief—like Ava was somewhere up there, still watching me. “Princess Nico!” I turned quickly, adjusting my cap out of habit. Manna stood behind me. “Yes, Manna,” I answered, my tone sli

Nico’s Point of View The glass slipped against my lips, the bitter alcohol spilling down my chin, trailing onto my arm, and dripping to the floor. Maybe that was the universe telling me I’d had enough. But how could I stop? Did my father ever truly love me, or was I nothing more than a pawn for the kingdom—used, discarded, and forgotten? The thought cut through me as sharply as the burn of liquor in my throat. The red and blue lights of the bar bled into one another, smearing in my vision. My eyes struggled to focus, yet I kept drinking, denying what I already knew. Alcohol was the only thing dulling the reality I could not escape: In less than forty-eight hours, I was to be married to a man I barely knew. The weight of it was suffocating. Wolves were not humans; they were stronger, sharper, more resilient. And yet here I was—drunk, lost, and weak, no better than the humans I claimed to look down on. With an effort, I pulled myself off the stool. My legs wobbled as they touche

Nico’s POVTime froze. My feet felt glued to the marble floor, unable to move, unable to breathe. My heart clenched painfully inside my chest as if it were being squeezed by an unseen hand.It was him.“Nelson…” I whispered his name in a tone so weak it barely left my lips. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill.“Hello, Nico.” His voice was calm, steady, but his eyes betrayed something deeper. He lifted his left hand and gave me a casual wave, as though we were strangers meeting after years, not enemies tangled in wounds too deep to heal.For a moment, I thought he wasn’t real—that I had conjured him from my own desperate longing. But then Clara quietly excused herself, slipping away, and reality anchored me. Nelson was here. Flesh and blood.My father’s gaze found me across the hall. A look that said it all: you are married now. He turned and left, his presence like ice sliding down my spine, leaving chills in his wake.And just like that, it was only Nelson an

Third point of viewAlpha rowen !The man who princess Nico married is nothing but a confused alpha.Or …maybe that was her thought initially .“ You are up “? Rowen's gaze felt like a creaking ant against her skin ..The moment she woke up , she stretched her hands wide in the air, yawning while her mouth went agape , her eyes closed as the wind brushed through her hair slowly.The white shirt that hung on his frame looked really nice on him as he started to button up slowly. The sun on his skin , he looked like a Demi God , at least temporarily.Her first night in Alpha Rowen's room was quite awkward. He had slept on the sofa while she slept on the bed.“ By tomorrow you would get your room “ , he stated while silence hung through the room.“Stop staring at me,” she heard him juggle the words in between his expressions. A scoff escaped her lips ,her mind wavered.“I wasn't,” ! She nodded her head in denial , standing up from the bed, she walked towards the door.“ And where do you