บททั้งหมดของ The Cry of a Lycan: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

IRIS POVMoonstone pack “My head hurts.”The words slipped past my lips in a croaky whisper as I pushed myself upright too quickly, a dull throb immediately striking the side of my head.I squeezed my eyes shut.Right.Champagne. Tequila shots. Whatever cursed mixture Lia had convinced me to drink at the after-party last night.My room still smelled faintly of vanilla perfume and expensive candles burnt halfway through the night. One of my silver heels was lying beside the dresser while the other had somehow ended up near the balcony curtains.I felt my body burning with fatigue from last night’s party.Yawning tiredly, I turned onto my side, my eyes fluttering open as I stretched lazily, my gaze landing on the black wall clock hanging opposite my room.My weary eyes remained fixed on it as I tried forcing my vision to focus enough to read the time.Who was I kidding?I couldn’t read the clock; the damn thing was practically decoration at this point. I pulled my gaze away, reaching f

ENISA's POVThe chilly air carried the scent of rain as I hurried across the courtyard with a basket of folded linens pressed tightly against my chest.Dark clouds gathered above the estate, swallowing the last traces of sunlight, and the servants moved quickly through the halls before the storm broke loose.I kept my head lowered as usual.Invisible.That was the safest thing to do in this house.Just as I stepped beneath the arched walkway leading toward the servants’ quarters, hurried footsteps echoed behind me.“Enisa!”I paused mid-step and turned around cautiously.One of the younger maids came running toward me, nearly slipping on the damp stones.“Madam Ginger is looking for you,” she said breathlessly.My stomach sank instantly.“What did I do this time?”“I don't know,” she muttered sympathetically. “But she looked furious.”Of course she did.Suppressing a sigh, I adjusted the basket in my arms and made my way back toward the main house.Madam Ginger stood near the counter

ENISA POV Moonstone pack Two days later I stood at the edge of the gravy pathway, half hidden behind a towering arrangement of white roses and silver lilies, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe. Nestled behind the estate, the sprawling garden stretched across rolling acres of emerald grass and ancient flowering trees whose branches arched overhead like nature’s own cathedral. Tonight, every inch of it shimmered with life. I had never seen the garden look like this before. It seemed less like a garden and more like a sacred realm conjured by the Moon Goddess herself. The gardens stretched farther than my eyes could follow, transformed into something so impossibly beautiful that it felt like I had stepped into one of the fairy tales my mother used to whisper to me when I was little. Crystal lanterns hung from the limbs of towering willow trees, their silver-white glow swaying gently in the cool night breeze. Hundreds of candles floated inside glass orbs suspended by

ENISA POV My thoughts had already turned inward, twisting themselves. My fingers trembled, but I forced them to be still by sealing my hands into a fist, then clasping them neatly behind my back. I had already decided to retreat to my room and remain hidden for the rest of the evening. The encounter I had just shared with Alpha Zaden replayed relentlessly in my mind. The seemingly insignificant gesture he made, every subtle movement, and every fleeting expression etched itself into my memory. How could he be interested in something so insignificant…my life? Every detail I had spent years convincing myself no one would ever care to know, he was ready to bring it out in the open; the mere thought of it scared me. I had barely stepped through the mansion doors when a light tap on my shoulder startled me from my thoughts. I turned to find one of the maids standing behind me. “Miss Grayson has sent for you.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and hurried away.

ENISA'S POV What has always been my greatest fear? It wasn’t my father. It wasn’t his malicious wife. It wasn’t even Iris. For all her sharp words and dramatic threats, she was all bark and no bite. No, what I feared most was my own inadequacy. The day I would be forced to confront the truth, that I might have to surrender everything I had fought for, everything I had endured, just to cling to something utterly worthless. That fear had haunted me before. I had seen it in my dreams on the night I stood before my mother’s grave and swore that I would become Queen Luna, the rightful Alpha of this pack, as was my birthright. I had promised her. I had promised myself. And now, all of it was slipping through my fingers. Every head turned toward the entrance to the aisle as the bride appeared, draped in a flowing red gown that trailed behind her like a river of crimson. A delicate golden necklace rested against her collarbone, glinting beneath the lights. I caught the unmistakabl