All Chapters of The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Daeira POV The sun was setting slowly and golden across the rooftops of my new town. Lanterns glowed in windows. Laughter drifted through the streets. For the first time since I was thirteen, I felt whole. Safe. Alive. Home. Tarin appeared beside me as I watched families settle into their houses, her eyes soft but sharp as ever. “Are there any other rogue packs around here?” I asked, not looking away from the view. She nodded, braiding a strand of hair back as she gazed toward the horizon. “Two that I know of. About a thousand wolves each. They’ve kept to themselves, never caused trouble. But if they hear about this place? They’ll want in.” I smiled faintly. “Then let’s reach out.” Tarin was already halfway down the stairs to send messengers before I could say another word. “Good instincts,” Lunaryn hummed. “Strong Alpha move. Build the allies before the storm gets bigger.” “The storm’s already here,” I murmured. And as if the words had summoned it, I felt it...A pulse in t

Daeira POV They were staring at me. The two of them. They had deep brown eyes, identical, gorgeous, and maddening. Wolves I had never seen before, but somehow my bones knew them. Like I had been carved from the same stardust as they were. And me? I was shaking. “Nope. No. Absolutely not,” I whispered in my head. “Oh, come on,” Lunaryn groaned. “They’re perfect. Look at them. LOOK.” I took a step back. Then another. “Nope, nope, nope. Too soon. Just got publicly rejected by a greasy man-child in front of an entire pack of assholes. I am not doing this again.” “That wasn’t a mate,” Lunaryn said gently. “That was a test. These? These are the real thing.” I took another step back. Tarin noticed first. “Dee? Alpha? What’s wrong?” Then Commander Hartfell turned toward me, alarm flickering in his gaze. “Alpha, you look pale…” I was already shaking my head. Slowly. Breathing like I’d forgotten how. A full-on panic spiral was brewing in my chest. “No. No no no. I can’t do this.” “Alrigh

Luna Danika POVThe knock came at my door like a timid whisper. Soft. Too soft. Like the poor bastard on the other side already knew I was going to skin them alive. “Enter,” I snapped, voice like a blade.A trembling maid pushed the door open with wide eyes and shaking hands. She held a scroll, sealed in red wax and trembling slightly as if the parchment itself feared me.“My Lady… it’s urgent. From Commander Velst.”I snatched it from her fingers. She didn’t even wait for dismissal, smart girl. She ran. I broke the seal. Read the first line. And froze.“Five thousand?” I whispered.“No… no, that’s impossible!”My hand clenched around the parchment. Crack.I felt my claws pierce through the paper."Five thousand wolves defected during the night and were last seen heading northwest in formation. Witnesses confirm they were former Bloodmark soldiers. Destination unknown, but believed to be Seralyn territory."CLANG. My wine glass exploded against the wall in a rain of red and crystal. I

Daeira POVThe clinic was quiet and bathed in soft golden light from enchanted lanterns. It was the kind that flickered like stars on the walls. I sat on the edge of a cushioned bench, my hands folded in my lap, watching the man with wings, my third mate, apparently, rest in one of the enchanted recovery beds. He hadn’t stirred since we floated him through town like some celestial parade float. And now that the adrenaline had worn off?I was completely overwhelmed. He looked… unreal.Golden blond hair that was tousled and slightly curled around his sharp, angular face. His skin was golden tan, like sunlight lived in it, and his abs, dear fucking goddess, his abs, were perfectly carved like he’d been hand chiseled by fate with zero mercy for anyone’s self control. The black wings? Massive. Feathered. Flawless.And now? He was starting to wake up. I sat up straighter.His long lashes fluttered. His lips parted. His eyes, storm gray, ancient and unreadable, opened slowly and landed direc

Daeira POVAuren stared at me for a long, quiet moment… and then smiled like he finally understood.The four of us sat in a sunlit corner of the ancient library, pouring over prophecy, magic, and fate, like some weird ass romantic war council made of wolves, warriors, and one fallen angel with his wings half folded and eyes full of longing.And honestly? It was kind of perfect.The second I saw it, I knew. The prophecy.Nestled on page seventy three, behind a fold of old symbols and an ink pressed moon, it sat like it had been waiting for me. The parchment was faded, the words hand written in a mixture of old tongue and modernized phrasing, flowing, poetic, ancient and aching. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced the lines.And then I began to read.When the night is darkest,And silver light hides from the skies,When blood waters the sacred stones,And the council howls with lies…My chest tightened. Every word felt like it landed with purpose, like it had been carved into the b