Third PersonThey went back to the Crimson Pack later. They are all speechless and can’t think straight because of the revelations that Marcus, the Lycan rogue, claiming to be Matteo’s father, had told them. They couldn’t believe, especially Calvin and James, that Rapha had been lying to them all this time. They never expected him to know so much about the past story as he was always quiet. The only time that they saw them talking was whenever he was with the previous queen, but they didn’t think anything suspicious because King Marco always asked his mate to go to him and do some palace business.“Let’s just call this a day,” Freya said. She knew how feeling down everyone was because of the things that they needed to take in one go. She herself couldn't believe that the palace had so many secrets. She looked at Camila and found her head down while Alec was holding her hand. “Camila, none of these things should affect you. You know nothing about it,” she told her.“But my uncle–” she
Third Person “This is insane, I never thought that the time when I had to fight the palace would come.” Calvin said, “My father had fought for it, defended everyone inside it and here I am, fighting the king himself.”” he added. “Just as I never thought that the father I know and grew up with was not actually my father.” Matteo replied, “That I thought I was the king but wasn’t.” Everyone looked at him, they were in Marcus’ mansion having their preparations in attacking the palace. After they found out that Rapha had been captured, Matteo and the others went back to the mansion and talked to Marcus. He was furious and at the same time, worried for the defense advisor. He called Calum and asked him to gather their warriors. “Yes, my Lord.” he replied and left. Matteo followed him with his gaze and so did the others. Marcus noticed it so he said, “He has been with me for a very long time now. Right after I left the palace to be exact.” “And he never left you?” Matteo asked, curiousl
Matteo ‘I’ll take care of the witch,’ Freya told me through our link and ran away. I know that she’s strong, she’s a silver wolf, so I don’t have to worry about her. But she’s my mate and I couldn’t help but feel that way. I had to settle things with Marco about what he did to my father, so I ran to him. He and the witch were together and even if I had to deal with her because of what he did to my mother, I knew that my mate would want to have a piece of her too. Another is, she will be able to handle her since she was also a witch herself. “You dare to fight me? I took care of you and this is how you repay me?” Marco said while he was waiting for me. I could feel King being so angry, he was uneasy this past few weeks and I wonder why. Then earlier, he told me that he felt that a war was coming and this was it. Marco shifted and ran, meeting me halfway. His Lycan was big, but mine was even bigger. He may have the power of kingship, but I am the son of a true king. And without a wor
Freya I am the happiest. Everything has ended. King Marco had died. After his fated mate died, he’d gone feral. He couldn’t think properly and just went on a rampage. Maybe many would think how come he was like that when he already marked someone else. But the truth is, he never was. His mark was from his true mate and everything that everyone was seeing was just a spell cast by his mate. She’s strong because she managed to pull that for a very long time. They had not deceived not just one person but everyone in the palace. All along, they both used Ronaldo as a diversion from their plan. So there will be someone who will take the blame or become their scapegoat when they decide to release the spell. Unfortunately for them, my mother was also a witch that specialized in rejecting spells. It was what she taught me when I was a child. I don’t know if she sees the future though. He made my adoptive parents come and get me to where they found me even before it happened. And the portal
Freya "Oops, sorry," Britney, the troublemaker from my school, mocked as she deliberately bumped into me while I was retrieving my school belongings from my locker. Once I managed to rein in my anger, I glanced at her, grateful that my inner wolf had urged me to remain composed. Attempting to walk past her, I was thwarted as she obstructed my path. Instead of letting me go, she purposefully tripped me, and as I stumbled, laughter erupted not only from her but also from the onlooking crowd. 'Keep your cool, Frey,' my wolf advised, attempting to pacify me. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and gathered myself before standing up. It was peculiar that Pi, my wolf, seemed more level-headed than I was. Typically, our wolves were quick to lose their composure and act impulsively, making it particularly odd that my wolf exhibited such sensibility, a stark contrast to my own nature. "Oh, I apologize once again," Britney chuckled, accompanied by her cohorts. Deciding to distance myself,
Freya "I am Freya Collins, an 18-year-old she-wolf from the Midnight Pack. The pack remained unaware of my wolf existence as I lacked a discernible scent, and I had no intention of revealing this aspect to them. Raised by my adoptive parents, Dad Lucas and Mom Rica, both esteemed pack warriors, I've been showered with love and support. Unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, my adoptive parents have been training me since childhood. Discovered by my adoptive parents within the pack borders, the circumstances of my arrival remain a mystery. I lack any recollection of events leading up to my awakening in the pack hospital. My adoptive parents informed me that I had suffered severe injuries, possibly contributing to my memory loss. Out of love, I've refrained from delving into the details of my past, trusting in the care and affection they've provided." "My adoptive parents revealed essential details about my identity; I was the daughter of an alpha, a fact they insisted I keep concealed
Matteo "Ensure that you thoroughly investigate every aspect related to the Howlers Pack," urged Dad, the Lycan King. I sat in his office alongside my prospective beta, Calvin. Concern etched his face as he pondered the fate of the pack. Its sudden obliteration left him perplexed, unable to fathom why it occurred without his knowledge. He questioned whether the pack had submitted any reports of rogue attacks or assaults by rival packs. Typically, the Howlers Pack would promptly inform the palace of such incidents, but in this instance, no information had reached us, preventing any swift response. "Matteo, are you paying attention?" my father's voice boomed, snapping me out of my contemplation. I comprehended his urgency; my mind had been immersed in deep reflection.. "Yes, Dad, I heard you loud and clear," I replied. The incident had occurred for several years, yet we hadn't found any clues. So, he decided to send me there, urging me to resolve it before assuming his throne. Restles
Matteo "Why, all of a sudden, Your Highness, are you proposing the idea of organizing a friendly fight tournament?" inquired Alpha Daniel, his expression filled with confusion. "I've been a part of the pack for months now, and I'm interested in observing the growth in strength among the pack members," I explained. "The king tasked me with reporting on the pack's abilities. He wants to ensure that everyone is capable of defending themselves when the need arises," I added, aiming to dispel any suspicions he might harbor. "I understand. I take pride in noting that everyone is putting in their best effort, and we regularly conduct training sessions for all. When do you intend to schedule the tournament?" "How about a week from now?" I responded. "That works for me," he replied, and a sense of satisfaction filled me. "I prefer to make the announcement personally, so I'll head to the pack school," I declared, rising from my seat and glancing at Calvin. He nodded and gestured towards th