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

Daeira POV Four sharp knocks.... that's the code. I rapped my knuckles against the Luna’s office door like I wasn’t silently imagining slamming her fake face through it. She answered with that sickly sweet, “Come in.” I entered without hesitation. Never hesitation. I moved with purpose, fast, quiet, and always detached. The envelope of cash was in my hand, and I dropped it on the polished obsidian desk like it was poisoned. Luna Danika Bloodmark barely glanced up. She lounged in her high-backed chair like a queen on a plastic throne. Her hair was that trashy bottle blonde with way too much volume, teased like it was still 1997. Her lips were caked in clumpy blood-red lipstick, her nails glitter-tipped claws. She smelled of desperation, powdery perfume, and the stench of a damn whorehouse. I held my breath so I wouldn’t gag. She opened the envelope and hummed while counting the bills, like she was doing something delicate and divine. She stopped abruptly and gave me that plastic sm

Daeira POV Of course they made an entrance. Kade showed up with a Wolf Barbie on his arm, she was platinum blonde, had boobs so perky they defied gravity, and a face that probably cost a fortune. Joelle. Pack princess and self-declared future Luna. Two of her clone friends trailed behind her like they shared one brain cell. Saria arrived a breath later, latched onto the arm of Karric, the thick necked golden boy son of another Alpha. She was all teeth and fake laughter, and practically vibrating with the thrill of being seen. And then they saw me. Oh, fuck. Their eyes locked on me like wolves spotting a rabbit with a limp. I braced myself, my chin low, my hands steady, the tray of drinks balanced like it was my only defense. They stalked over, already snickering. “Oh look,” Saria said loudly, her voice dripping sugar and venom. “The servant slut showed up. What a treat.” “Didn’t know the rats had dress codes,” Joelle added, her voice all false sweetness and pure spite. “That burl

Daeira POV We ran until the moon began to sink. The world had become a smear of silver and green. My paws ate the earth with a rhythm older than memory. Muscles coiled and stretched, and the burn was delicious, the kind of pain that proved I was alive. Rabbits blinked at us from the brush and kept bounding, fearless in the thunder of our passing. The air was sharp, cold, and heavy with pine. I should have been exhausted, drenched, starving, and broken. But instead, I felt lit up from the inside. Every inch of me sang with freedom I hadn’t tasted in years. “Where are we going?” I panted softly. “I don’t know,” Lunaryn answered, her voice vibrating against my bones like an answering chord. “Only that we’re being pulled.” That was exactly what it felt like, a thread tugging, humming and unrelenting. We followed it for hours until the forest thinned and the air changed. It thickened with something older than magic, something that smelled like rain on stone. “Wards,” Lunaryn breathed

Daeira POV When I woke up, for a second, I didn’t remember where I was. Then it hit me.... the soft sheets, the scent of lavender and something fresh baked, and the strangest thing of all… the complete absence of fear. So this is what not waking up in a dungeon feels like, I thought. “About damn time,” Lunaryn hummed in my head. I stretched, feeling strength ripple through every inch of me. My new body moved like liquid power. I padded over to the mirror and blinked. My skin looked alive, my eyes were brighter, my curves were stronger and fuller. I brushed my teeth, swiped on light makeup, and pulled my dark chestnut hair into an elegant twist with silver pins, practical, but regal. A soft gray sweater dress hugged my body, cinched with a leather belt. Black leggings and heeled boots finished it. “You clean up well,” Lunaryn teased. “Bitch, I look like a queen.” “Because you are, babe.” A knock at the door. Tarin peeked in, all warmth and composure. “Good morning, Alpha. Break