All Chapters of The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Daeira (Day-ruh) POVI pop my gum just to piss off the Luna. It soothes me. It’s cherry flavored, stale as hell, and the only thing in this entire damn world that tastes remotely like freedom. I chew it like I’ve got options, like I’m not the bitch they send to handle their dirty work when the rest of their lackeys are too scared or too soft.But me? I’m neither. I shove my hands into the pockets of my ratty black hoodie, the sleeves cut off at the elbows, my exposed arms dusted with bruises and old scars. My jeans are threadbare, and my boots are stolen. I walk like I own the road, even though I’m technically just the courier for Bloodhowl’s favorite pastime: corruption.The Luna’s words from this morning are still clawing at the inside of my skull. “Don’t fuck it up, Dee. You come back empty handed, and I swear I’ll break your other rib.”She was kidding. Maybe. She wasn’t smiling. The drop is always at the same place. South border. Just past the old fence line. Hidden in plain sig

Dee POVI’m halfway through taping my ribs when I hear it. Footsteps. Echoing down the stone hallway outside my room. Heavy. Purposeful. Laced with smugness. Never good. No one comes down here unless they’re looking for something to break.I slowly lower the roll of medical tape and sit up on the cot, bracing myself. I don’t bother hiding the bruises. There’s no point. The door creaks open with dramatic flair, and the stench of expensive perfume hits me before I even see her.Saria Bloodmark. Barely seventeen, all venom and lip gloss. She stands in the doorway like it’s a war crime to breathe my air. Her nose scrunches, and she visibly lifts her feet like the floor might reach up and stain her designer boots. “Ugh. This place is even worse than I imagined. Do rats braid your hair down here, or do you just wake up tangled?”I say nothing. She scans the room with exaggerated disgust and actually shudders. I pop my gum and level my gaze at her.“What do you want, Saria? I’m not required

Kade Bloodhowl POVShe shifted. She has fucking white fur!? She stood there glowing like something sacred. And I...I fucking rejected her. I didn't know. I didn't fucking know. And now she’s gone. "You’re a fool," Garian snarls in my head, his growl low and guttural. "You just rejected the most powerful alpha female alive. The last of the Seralyn line. The Moon’s chosen. And now, you’ll never have her."My chest burns. The loss of the mate bond is a pain unlike anything I have ever felt. Then the rage....and guilt. A sick, sour ache that coils through my stomach like venom."They said she was a mutt," I growl back. "A worthless omega. A servant.""They lied." And that’s when it hits me. My parents fucking lied. The music is still paused. The pack is still staring at the spot where Daeira vanished into the trees like a wildfire.And I lose it. I stalk across the courtyard, the crowd parting like smoke. My heart is pounding. My claws are starting to push through my skin. I don’t care.

Daiera POVI wake to the sound of running water, a servant humming, and a light through the curtains. For a second I forget what the world used to be....the blood and the name calling and the way my hands used to shake from being hungry and afraid.Lunaryn nudges me, amused and tender. "Come on, lazy goddess. There’s work to do."Tarin knocks gently and then bursts in with towels like a smug angel of domesticity. She fusses over my hair, braids it half up, and plies me with breakfast I cannot refuse. I devour pancakes like a woman reclaiming stolen time.Velwyn bustles around the room making sure every corner of the keep hums. Royce fusses with maps. Bennick arranges schedules like a man who loves order. The staff glance at me like I’m a comet and they’re ready to orbit. It’s ridiculous and if someone had told me last month I would be eating real pancakes with a staff member curtsying at the foot of my bed, I would have laughed until I threw up.But here I am.After breakfast, Tarin t

Daeira POVIt’s five p.m., and this place looks like something out of a storybook.The field outside the keep has been completely transformed. Massive wooden tables stretch across the space beneath enchanted tents that shimmer faintly in the evening sun. Plush cushions. Hanging lanterns. A whole ass playground nearby where pups are shrieking and climbing and throwing mud pies at each other like tiny maniacs.Music drifts through the air, soft strings, hand drums, a flute. Wolves I don’t even know have pulled together instruments, and they’re playing like they’ve waited their whole lives for this moment.Velwyn and the kitchen staff are still flying around, stocking up a buffet table so full it could feed a small army. Grilled meats, fresh salads, loaves of bread, creamy potatoes, cupcakes stacked on towers, sweet fruit juices and sparkling punch for the kids... and yes, a full bar tucked under a side tent for the grown ass wolves who have earned it.Everywhere I look, there’s laughter