All Chapters of The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Daeira POVThe weight of the black leather-bound notebook in my hands felt heavier than it should’ve. The pages were filled with every grim piece of evidence I’d collected during my years imprisoned under Bloodmark’s thumb. There were photos, documents, audio recordings, witness names, secret meeting times, trafficking routes, lists of buyers and victims. Everything.Their empire of filth, recorded in detail by the girl they thought was nothing more than an obedient omega.I crouched in front of the magical safe in the corner of my suite’s study. Its sleek silver door shimmered like moonlight, smooth as glass, rune etched and pulsing faintly with my magic. I pressed my palm to the center, and it flared in response to my aura, sensing only me. No one else could open this. Not even the goddess herself unless I gave it permission.With a hiss and a whisper of energy, the door swung open. I gently placed the notebook inside, along with the chip containing the digital files, and whispered

Roach POVKade and Saria sat across from me in the candlelit war room, the air thick with tension and triumph. Maps lay scattered across the table, stained with liquor and old blood, the perfect scenery for a revolution. I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers beneath my chin, watching them like I’d watch a pair of feral wolves. They were beautiful, deadly, and desperate enough to be useful.“So,” I purred, my voice slick and low. “We agree, yes? Alpha Marik is no longer fit to lead. He’s weak. Blinded by rage and pride. And your dear Luna mother…” I sneered, “…she’s a rabid dog waiting to bite the wrong throat.”Saria chuckled darkly, sipping her wine. “Then maybe it’s time we put them both down.”Kade smirked, his eyes glinting with ambition. “I’ll challenge him. I’m stronger. Faster. He won’t see it coming until my claws are at his throat.”I nodded slowly, letting the approval drip from my tone. “Yes, my prince of vengeance. And Saria will stand as your second. United fro

Maze of Empathy: First Person POVsVelwyn POVI stepped into the glowing maze with a deep breath, my heart pounding, but my head clear. I’d lived long enough to know that the hardest decisions weren’t made with the fists but with the soul. The magical walls pulsed gently around me, alive with energy and intent.The first illusion came quickly. A crying child, no older than ten, limping and covered in blood, stumbled toward me. "Please... they took my mom."I knelt immediately, instinctively. "Where? Who took her?"She pointed down two corridors. One to the left, darker, with growls and smoke. The other to the right, quiet, clean, and well-lit. My heart twisted.“Where do you think she is, baby?” I asked."Left," she whispered.I stood and scooped her into my arms. "Then we go left."The path was harder, full of stinging bramble illusions, snapping shadows, and heat that wasn't real but still burned. I kept going.Suddenly, the child disappeared from my arms. An illusion.But I hadn’t

Daeira POVThe town square had been transformed into something out of a fae dream. Long tables stretched beneath the trees, covered in crisp linen cloths and lined with lanterns that glowed like captured stars. The witches had charmed the lights to hover just above us, drifting lazily like fireflies. The pups had their own table, tiny plates, tiny cups, and way too much laughter as they threw food at each other when they thought no one was looking.I sat at the head of the main table with my men flanking me, watching as the food was brought out. Platters of roasted meat, baskets of bread still steaming, bowls of fruit glittering with sugar dust. The smell alone made my wolf wag her damn tail.“Food, lights, people chanting your name. Babe, this is it, we’ve officially hit badass alpha queen status. Next stop? Throne.” Lunaryn purred in my head, smug as hell.I smirked around the rim of my goblet. “Noted.”Once everyone had plates and mugs in hand, I stood, popping my favorite cherry

Daeira POVAn hour later.....I was sprawled across the bed, sweat slick and glowing like a damn goddess (probably because I am, but still). My men were draped around me in one tangled, overheated pile, and I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot.Lunaryn purred in my head, her tail wagging hard enough to rattle my brain. “Best. Pack. Ever. We should do that every night until the moon burns out.”I groaned. “Every night? Girl, my hips would literally disintegrate.”Riven propped himself up on an elbow and smirked, cocky as hell. “Worth it though. You looked like the world was ending. I’ll take credit for that one.”Kael, still holding me against his chest like I’d vanish if he let go, shot him a glare. “You talk too damn much. She was moaning louder for me.”“Please,” I snorted, too exhausted to move. “I was moaning louder for me. Don’t flatter yourselves.”They all laughed, and Auren’s cheeks went pink as he brushed sweaty curls from my face. “Okay but, seriously… that was… gods, Dee.