Hera’s POVMy first-morning stretch was as satisfying as a honey badger’s glee when it ran into a fresh bee hive rich in honey and larvae. A smile spread across my face as I dropped my hands to my sides after having stretched them, and I yawned softly as my sleep-filled eyes brightened and adjusted to the sunlight that had filtered into the room.I dragged in a long breath and let it out as relief flooded my entire body, I just knew that I was going to have a fucking amazing day. I moved around the bed in contentment and ruffled my sheets as I did, but in the good mood I’d awoken in, the sounds of ruffled sheets were suddenly a pleasant and welcome noise.Why was I in such a great mood? One might wonder. I’d just gotten rid of my arch nemesis, the only person that stood between me and the throne I’d coveted for years since I started serving in the palace at Crescent Valley. No woman had ever made me feel as threatened and unsettled as Layla, mostly due to how much Alpha Arnold was smit

Layla’s POVNadia always knew what best suited me, and each time I entrusted her with dressing me up, she left me in a wonderful daze at what she’d put together. Even now, she had dressed me up in a simple flowery flowing dress, it had tiny intricate details that most people would miss but I looked like an absolute dream dressed in its lovely fabric.Despite how gorgeous I was certain I looked, as Nadia fixed my hair, my nerves began to spiral as I thought of the evening ahead. I highly doubted that I’d be any good with the people he seemed to adore so much, I’d grown up being used to serenity and solitude so it was tough to come to terms with being in the public eye all of a sudden.I wasn't sure how I’d fair while being around so many unfamiliar faces and I was almost certain that they wouldn't even like me as their future Luna especially since I was a stranger. I could barely focus on Nadia’s usual chattering as she twirled my hair into a messy bun because my mind had dwelt on how t

Arnold’s POVLayla’s safety was my number one priority and I’d never be level headed with any one that jeopardized her safety in the slightest ways. I didn't give a shit that she was safe and sound when I’d found her because if I’d gotten to her even a second later, I wasn’t sure how differently things would’ve played out.Irrationality wasn’t a trait that could be ascribed to my leadership patterns or qualities, but when it came to Layla, I didn't care if I had to seem or sound irrational while I defended her, especially if it meant that she might’ve been in harm’s way and no one was there to protect her.It terrified me more that I was willing to let on that she might’ve actually come in contact with a rogue wolf and she’d been naively trying to approach them with no idea what rouge wolves were capable of unleashing on someone whose wolf hadn't matured like hers.Worst of all, I knew fully well that other men weren't blind to the immeasurable and other worldly beauty that Layla posse

Arnold’s POVNature was Layla’s second home, and I’d known that because of the times when I’d watched her from afar play with plants and animals before we met officially. With that knowledge, I was certain that she’d have an amazing time if I brought her to one of the most beautiful lakes in all of Crescent Valley, and I was content that she loved it even more than I’d predicted she would.How could she be so excited by a butterfly’s perch? She was unbelievably adorable and precious in every single way one could imagine. I didn't think that a woman could ever have me in a choke hold as strong as the one she had me in, but it wasn't one I ever wanted to escape from because of how blissful it felt.Layla radiated a certain kind of peace that a person could only experience once in a lifetime, but in planned to keep it for the rest of our lives that we’d spend together. I was unsure how she could be so enchantingly beautiful and still have the humility of a child with the heart of an angel

ETHANThey must all think I was dead by now. They must all be certain that I was dead by now.I couldn't blame them, no one would have witnessed a 10-year-old rip out the heart of a guard in just one stroke... No one would have witnessed a 10-year-old under the full impact of the curse by the moon Goddess, seen the savageness and darkness in my eyes, the blood lust and thirst in my eyes, the need to ravage and kill as much as possible pulsing through me with so much force that it incinerated every other thing. No one could have expected a 10-year-old to carry that kind of weight on his shoulders and survive till now. After my father allegedly attempted to kill his brother because of the throne, because he wanted to be crowned the King of Wandercoast, which he failed gallantly, and his brother, Aragon killed him in self-defense after suffering a fatal blow to the face, a blow that was so lethal that his whole skin peeled off and even his wolf couldn't heal the wound and the most powe