Denera"Good morning Luna," a maid walked up to me with a smile and a curt bow. The whole idea of calling me by a title I didn't work for was still very unsettling to me, but I decided against cutting her off. "Oh good morning," I replied, mirroring her smile."You haven't had breakfast all morning and it's almost noon," her eyes were turned to her feet as she spoke to me, making it more unsettling that they think so highly of me. I was once a maid too, and the deference they showed me still felt unnatural."Oh, I got too distracted by the gift opening," I laughed nervously, trying to brush off the awkwardness. Before making a decision on whether to stay where I was or to leave with the maid and finally eat, I looked over at Adrianna, who stood quietly as she picked some flowers. Rockan had left me with her outside a few minutes ago, and I couldn't really bring myself to have a proper conversation with her. There was still an air of uncertainty and unfamiliarity between us.Then my
Denera I walked into the room that was now meant to be a classroom where I learned about my healing powers. Hours had passed since the commotion Tyris and Rockan caused, and the sun was already setting, casting a warm glow over the space.The place almost looked like a laboratory, which was surprising to me, as I had assumed the teachings would be mostly theoretical. Rows of shelves lined the walls, filled with various vials, jars, and other equipment that I couldn't quite identify.Adrianna's heels clicked on the tiled floors as she strolled around me. "Today is an introduction to who and what you are," she announced, her voice smooth and authoritative.Her hair flowed down her back gracefully, and her tight leather pants fitted her body well. She had taken her jacket off and was left with just a sleeveless top, revealing toned arms. Her familiar scent made me remember when I first met her at the meeting Rockan had taken me to. I had to admit that she had a striking and captivating
Denera It didn’t take long for the day to finally come to an end. Rachel just left for the day. The events of the day had been very busy, and as I sat in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection, the weight of it all began to sink in. It was almost like a dream come true to think how much my life had changed in such a short time.Not long ago, I was trapped in a nightmare of my own - a victim of my uncle and aunt's cruelty, subjected to their twisted ideas of slavery and punishment. They saw me as nothing more than something they could get rid of by selling me off to a pack and a mysterious leader they were sure would end my life.But fate had other plans. When Freya, my cousin who had also hurt me, saw that I was now the Luna of the most powerful pack, the look of shock and disbelief on her face was very satisfying. I couldn't help but wonder how her parents must have felt, knowing that the child they had so carelessly cast aside had risen to a position of power and respe
RockanI undressed her slowly, savouring each moment as I peeled away her clothes. My eyes drank in every inch of her exposed skin, lingering on the curves of her body, the rise and fall of her chest as her breath quickened with anticipation. I started by trailing soft, lingering kisses along her neck, feeling her pulse throb beneath my lips. I move to her collarbone, biting gently, just enough to make her shiver.“You have a really beautiful body,” I whispered to her and I enjoyed watching her shiver. As my hands explored her body, I made sure to take my time, caressing the soft curve of her hips, and the smooth skin of her stomach. I unhook her bra, feeling the weight of her breasts fall in my hands, teasing her nipples with the pads of my thumbs until they harden under my touch. I want to hear the gasp that escapes her lips, feel her body arch toward me, begging for more.“You make me feel beautiful,” her voice was shaky but she managed to speak up. I kissed my way down her sto
Denera….“Denera…”I found myself back in that damned forest, the twisted trees and shadows closing in around me. "Denera..." The voice sent a chill down my spine, a familiar yet deeply unsettling tone that filled me with fear.I whipped my head around, searching for the source, but the thick foliage obscured any sign of another presence. My heart raced as I realized I was trapped in this nightmarish place once again. But this time, I was not the scared little girl I once was - my body had transformed, shifting into Sevyn’s wolf form. Still, the gut-wrenching dread crept up my spine, the instinct to flee overwhelming my senses."Run, Denera!" the voice commanded, and without hesitation, I took off, my paws pounding against the forest floor, snapping twigs and kicking up leaves in my desperate sprint. My muscles strained as I pushed myself to run faster, deeper into the woods, away from the unseen threat."Help!" I cried out, my wolfish howl echoing through the trees. I needed her p
Denera It was all happening too fast. As I peered out from the shadows of the corridor, observing the bustling activity in the grand hall, a sense of both amusement and anxiety washed over me. The guests, all dressed in their finest attire, mingled about, their laughter and chatter filling the air with tangible energy. It was clear that they were eagerly awaiting my arrival – the guest of honour whose birthday they had gathered to celebrate.Me…“Us,” Sevyn argued in my head. “It is our birthday, remember?”I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was as happy as I was at the moment. A part of me wanted to believe it was a dream or even a prank. Another part of my new life that was too good to be true. Maybe I was going to get out there and the whole room filled with werewolves would burst into laughter upon my arrival. Having my birthday celebrated and acknowledged by others was just too good to be true. And despite the festive atmosphere, I found myself rooted to the spot, unable to
Chapter 65Denera With a renewed sense of confidence, I followed Rachel out of the room and towards the grand staircase that overlooked the bustling hall below. As we approached the top of the stairs, I could feel the weight of countless expectant gazes upon me, the soft murmur of conversation gradually fading into an anticipatory hush.Pausing for a moment, I took a deep, steadying breath, my gaze sweeping across the sea of unfamiliar faces. The guests, adorned in their finest attire, stood in clusters, their eyes trained upon the top of the stairs, eagerly awaiting my arrival.Beside me, Rachel offered an encouraging nod, her hand giving my arm a gentle squeeze. "You've got this, my lady," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.Squaring my shoulders, I began my descent, each step drawing me closer to the awaiting crowd. As I moved, the guests parted, creating a clear path for me to follow, their expressions a mix of reverence and curiosity.I cou
Denera As I pleaded with Rockan, his expression softened. "Alright, we can go to the village. But we'll need to be discreet about it."He turned to Rachel. "Rachel, you'll need to come with us to make sure the Denera is safe."Rachel nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew how much I had enjoyed my previous visit to the village.As the sun began to set, the three of us slipped out of the packhouse, trying our best to avoid drawing attention. The journey to the village was filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. I could hardly contain my eagerness to see the pack members again."Luna, look at this!" Rachel exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise as we entered the village square. "They've prepared a celebration just for you!"I followed her gaze, taking in the bustling scene before us. Tables were laden with an array of delicious-looking dishes, and a group of musicians had already begun playing lively, upbeat tunes. Children ran about, chasing each other and g
DENARA’S POV I stepped out of the medical wing, the sterile scent of antiseptic still lingering in my nostrils. Each step I took felt heavy, as if I was dragging the weight of the world behind me. My heart was still racing from the news about Rockan, and the sharp pain in my lower abdomen reminded me of the fragile life growing inside me. I had to stay strong—for him, for our child. But as I walked down the dimly lit corridor towards my room, the weight only grew heavier. “Denera, are you sure you should be out?” Rachel’s voice trailed after me, filled with concern. “I need to see what’s happening,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “Please, just rest a bit longer,” she urged, her footsteps quickening to keep pace with me. I shook my head, the determination surging through me. “I can’t. I need to know.”As I approached the large window overlooking the courtyard, a low murmur began to rise outside. I paused, my heart pounding in my chest. I peeked through the curtain, and
DeneraHurriedly, I reached into my back pocket, hoping that what I kept there was still there. “What’s going on?” Rachel questioned, but I was too stunned to respond. I could feel my heart racing, a mixture of anxiety and hope swelling within me. Finally, my fingers brushed against the familiar texture. “Great!” I exclaimed softly, pulling out the piece of paper I had tucked away. I placed it beside the one from my neck and squinted at the writings. They were similar, but the new paper was old and wrinkled, the ink fading, making it difficult to decipher. Suddenly, the door swung open, and my head snapped up. “Is she awake yet?!” Tyris rushed in, his expression a mix of relief and urgency. The moment his eyes met mine, a wave of comfort washed over me. “Oh, thank goodness,” he said, releasing a heavy sigh. Relief spread across his features, but it was quickly overshadowed by something darker. “Where’s Rockan?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. The question hung in the ai
Denera….“Denera…”My brows furrowed at the mention of my name, the sound echoing in the void around me.“It’s okay, you can open your eyes,” a soothing voice added as if to reassure me. I obeyed, slowly peeling my eyelids open. At first, everything was blurry; my eyelids felt heavy as if weighted down by the grief and pain I had been carrying. But after a few seconds, the haze began to clear, and I started to take proper mental notes of my surroundings.“Am I dead?” I asked my voice barely a whisper, tinged with confusion and fear.I heard a chuckle that caught my attention, warm and familiar. Turning my head, I searched for the source of that laughter.“No, my love. You’re not dead.”My heart skipped a beat. My eyes widened in disbelief, and my jaw dropped as recognition flooded over me.“Mum…”There she was—my mother. Though she looked a bit older, I knew it was her, the essence of her spirit shining through. It felt surreal, like I was staring at a reflection of myself, yet she
DENARA’S POV He killed Bruno…“No,” the word escaped my lips as a desperate whisper, my heart plummeting into an abyss of fear.I rushed away from Freya’s still form, her lifeless body haunting me even as I sprinted toward Rockan. Each step felt like a weight bearing down on me, but I couldn't stop. I needed to get to him. I needed to know he was okay.As I reached Rockan, horror gripped me at the sight of blood pooling beneath him, soaking through his shirt. I dropped to my knees beside him, panic surging as I placed my trembling hand over the wound, trying to staunch the flow of crimson. “No, no, no! Please don’t die. Don’t leave me,” I cried out, my voice breaking.“I’m not dying, little mate, I’m not,” he chuckled weakly, his hand reaching up to touch my face. But I could see through the lies in his eyes. The bullet had gone through him. The force of the shot, aimed at him, had struck true, and he was losing strength by the second.“Rockan, I have to tell you something,” I manage
DENARA’S POV She was gone.The realization hit me like a physical blow, the weight of it crashing down on my chest. I could feel the warmth fading from Freya’s body, her heartbeat growing fainter until it vanished completely. I lost her even before I could forgive her. At that moment, the world around me dulled into a blur of chaos and noise. I could still hear Rockan and Bruno struggling, their bodies colliding with a force that sent shockwaves through the air, but it felt distant like a storm raging far away. All I could focus on was the lifelessness in my arms, the way Freya’s body felt so heavy and still. “You’re a monster!” I screamed, the words tearing from my throat with a rawness that surprised even me. I didn’t know if I was addressing Bruno or Rockan, or if it was a self-directed accusation—maybe a little of both. All I knew was that the pain in my chest was unbearable, an agony that consumed me whole. “Freya!” I sobbed, cradling her head against my shoulder, feeling the
FREYA’S POV “No!”My body moved on its own, a reflex born from instinct. Time seemed to slow as the world flashed before my eyes, each moment stretching into eternity. I could hear the chaotic symphony of shouts and struggles around me, but all I could focus on was the glint of metal in Bruno’s hand. The gun.I didn’t think it through. I just acted.In that split second, I lunged forward, my heart pounding in my chest. “No!” I screamed, but the word felt like a whisper lost in the storm of emotions swirling around us. The sound of the gunshot echoed, a deafening crack that shattered the tension in the air. I felt a sharp pain, a searing heat that radiated from my inside. It was a sensation that took a moment to register, the bullet found its mark, and it was me. “Freya!” I heard Denera’s anguished scream cut through the chaos, a sound that struck deeper than the bullet itself. I glanced over at her just as she launched toward me, her eyes wide with fear, her expression desperate.
DENARA’S POV It was very noisy out there, the sound of war or gunshots? But why would anyone shoot guns so consistently? Unless it was something else, but my mind was too foggy to come up with anything else.“If you’re hiding her, you’re making a grave mistake. I won’t hesitate to tear this place apart.”I jolted awake, the harsh reality cutting through the fog of unconsciousness. My lungs burned as I forced air down, each breath a struggle. “Rockan,” I breathed out weakly, though I knew no one could hear me. He had come to find me, and tears stung my eyes at the realization. The weight of my situation pressed down on me, but a flicker of hope ignited in my chest. Determined to escape the dark corners of this room, I scanned my surroundings. The dim light barely illuminated the space, but I could make out the remnants of the broken glass that had earlier wounded me. Wounded me? I thought I had miscarried my baby.Bruno must have cleared the room, probably thinking I would use a sha
Bruno’s POV “Son, you have to hide, quickly!” My mother burst into my room, her face pale and fear-stricken.“What? Why?” I questioned, my mind still foggy from the alcohol. The haze was lifting, but it left a lingering confusion in its wake.“He’s here,” she announced, her voice trembling.“What? Who?” I was still piecing together the situation, my heart racing.“The masked Alpha,” she replied, her eyes wide with panic.“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath as I rose to my feet, adrenaline flooding my system. I rushed to the window, glancing outside to confirm her words. My heart sank as I saw him—Rockan, striding into the pack house like he owned the place, with Freya trailing behind him. The sight of her ignited a firestorm of anger within me. Betrayal coursed through my veins, making my vision blur. How could she? After everything we had been through, after everything I had done for her, she chose to stand with him. My world spiraled out of control, and the walls of my room felt lik
DENARA’S POV I blinked awake, a dull ache pulsing through my head and radiating over my body. Panic surged as I tried to move, only to find myself firmly bound to a chair. The cold, hard surface pressed against my back, and my wrists felt raw from the silver-like ropes digging into my skin. Memories flooded back—the last thing I remembered was Bruno's face, twisted with anger before everything went dark.“Bruno,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The betrayal cut deeper than the pain in my head. My heart ached not only from the physical torment but from the realization that I had been taken—kidnapped by someone I once trusted. The words he said echoed in my mind. Why would a person hate her own sister so much that she would perpetuate her and her husband’s murder? I shuddered at the thought, my heart racing. I had always believed family was supposed to protect one another, not destroy. “Sevyn?” I called out softly, hoping my wolf would respond. It felt as if a heavy fog