(Iris)
I woke up to someone rocking me violently. The world around me was a blur, and my head throbbed with pain. “Wake up! The coronation is about to start! Naomi is waiting for you!” The voice was urgent, insistent, pulling me out of the darkness. My vision slowly cleared, and I recognized one of Naomi’s attendants, her face pinched with annoyance. When she left, I struggled to sit up, my body aching from the aftermath of the rejection. I glanced down and found blood on my legs, a stark reminder of what happened. My heart ached, not just from the physical pain but from the realization of what I had lost. My wolf, Molly, was quieter than usual, her sadness mirroring my own. “We could have had a lovely little puppy.” I heard her painful whispering.The bond with Jasper, once a source of strength and joy, had been brutally severed, leaving us both wounded. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I forced myself to freshen up, washing away the traces of blood and tears. The reflection in the mirror showed a pale, haunted face, but there was no time to dwell on it. Naomi needed me. Despite everything, I still had to fulfill my duties. I dressed quickly and made my way to Naomi’s room. Naomi looked at me with worry as I entered, her eyes briefly softening. But then she quickly masked it with condescending pity. “Well, well, well. I guess you took the rejection pretty hard there I see,” she said, her voice dripping with false concern. I didn’t say anything, my silence a shield against her taunts. The pain was too fresh, too raw to respond. The coronation of the new Lune in our pack was a monumental event, attracting every powerful Alpha on the continent along with their Lunas. The grand hall was filled with people, the air buzzing with anticipation. Even the recently reappeared Lycan King had answered the invitation, his presence adding to the gravity of the occasion.The invitation had suggested that the new Luna was going to be me, the new Alpha’s mate and the daughter of the old Beta. So people were shocked when Jasper got up to make his announcement. He radiated authority, the perfect image of an Alpha ready to lead. His dark eyes scanned the room, momentarily resting on me, and I felt a pang of loss. The crowd fell silent as the air filled with expectation. “The Great Pack,” Jasper began, addressing them as one. “Thank you for coming to this occasion. Today, we mark the beginning of a new era.” He paused, allowing his words to sink in. There was a murmur of excitement from the crowd, their eyes fixed on him. Jasper had always been a compelling speaker, able to command attention with ease. “As you all know,” he continued, “the position of Luna is one of great importance. It is a role that requires not only strength and wisdom but also the unwavering support of the Alpha.” He took a breath, his gaze hardening as he said, “But before I name my new luna, I must inform you that I have rejected my mate.” Gasps and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd. My heart pounded in my chest, each word a dagger twisting deeper. I stood there, frozen, as Jasper’s declaration shattered the expectations of everyone present. “This new Luna will be my true love, Naomi,” Jasper announced, his voice resolute. He gestured towards Naomi, who stood beside him with a victorious smile. “She is the daughter of a loyal supporter, someone who has stood by me and our pack through thick and thin. Her dedication and commitment are beyond question.” Naomi stepped forward, her face glowing with pride and satisfaction. She basked in the attention as the guests looked on, their expressions ranging from surprise to confusion to pity. “I assure you,” Jasper continued. “This decision was made with the best interests of the pack in mind. Naomi and I will lead this pack with strength, wisdom, and a commitment to our shared future.” The crowd remained silent, absorbing the news. I stared at the ground, standing silently beside the beaming Naomi, accepting the pitying glances of those around me. My heart was heavy, but I kept my head down, determined not to let them see my pain. Naomi beamed, basking in her newfound status. I remained silent as my emotions churned. Just then, Molly alerted me excitedly that my mate was in the crowd. My heart skipped a beat, fear gripping me at the thought that the rejection between me and Jasper hadn’t worked. But Molly reassured me otherwise, her excitement infectious. I scanned the crowd, my eyes searching for the source of Molly’s enthusiasm. And then, my eyes locked with a man I thought I would never see again. Elias.(Elias)I watched the scene unfold with a mixture of dread and anticipation. My brother Jasper stood on the raised platform, a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he surveyed the assembled crowd. Beside him, a group of our pack’s elite warriors flanked him, their expressions stern and vigilant. But my attention was fixed on the slender figure standing on Jasper’s right. My mate. Iris.“Our mate looks so thin. They must have treated her pretty bad,” my wolf’s voice echoed in my mind, a growl of disapproval lacing his words. His anger mirrored my own, a seething rage simmering just beneath the surface. Iris’s once vibrant green eyes now seemed dull, shadows darkening the skin beneath them. Her auburn hair, while used to flow like a river of fire, hung limp around her face. The sight of her, so diminished, sent a pang of guilt through my heart. This was my doing, my fault for abandoning her and the pack when they needed me most. I studied the people on the stage, espe
(Iris)The crowd was a blur as I sprinted toward Elias, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn’t believe he was alive, he was here. After everything, after all this time, he had come back for me. Hope surged through me, giving my legs wings. When I reached him, I threw my arms around him, clutching tightly as if to anchor myself to reality. But the man didn’t move. Confused, I pulled back slightly and looked up. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and embarrassment. I had so missed Elias that I had caused a scene and hugged a stranger. Before I could step away, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. “What do you want with the Lycan King?” he asked, his voice as frosty as his eyes. The shock of his words reverberated through me. Lycan King? My thoughts whirled as I tried to reconcile this m
(Iris)I stood before the Lycan King, my legs shaky, my heart pounding. I waited for the Lycan King to acknowledge me. His presence was overwhelming, filling the room with an almost tangible aura of power. The scent of him, earthy, musky, and intoxicating, wrapped around me, making my head swim. My wolf was practically purring in delight, making happy noises in the back of my mind, as if to remind me that this man was our mate. I was well aware and needed no reminding. “Calm down,” I whispered to myself, though it did little to steady my nerves. The Lycan King’s piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. His gaze was intense, as if he could see right through me. “Come forward,” he commanded, his voice deep. I took a hesitant step forward, my heart racing faster. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny, every inch of his being focused on me. As I approached, he gestured for me to sit in a chair across from him. I obeyed without hesitation. He
(Iris)Naomi’s face was a mask of fury as she stormed into the room, her eyes blazing with anger. “You insolent fool!” She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. “How dare you embarrass me like that?” I knelt on the floor, my head bowed, trying to block out her harsh words. Naomi’s tirade continued, her insults growing more venomous with each passing moment. She jumped up and down, gesturing wildly as she planned out various ways to punish me. Jasper stood off to the side, his expression unreadable. He watched in silence, not moving to intervene or to support Naomi’s outburst. I could sense his discomfort, but he did nothing to stop her. Suddenly, the room fell silent as the Lycan King entered. His presence was commanding, and everyone turned to look at him. One of his warriors, who had been with Naomi earlier, had apparently informed him of what had transpired. “I don’t think what she did warranted that much fuss,” The Lycan King said calmly, his voice cutting through
(Iris)I knew what he meant when he said that. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and inescapable. Just like I know and Jasper knows. It was a silent understanding. I nodded, a small, almost imperceptible gesture that conveyed my acceptance. No words were necessary. They would only dilute the gravity of the moment. I turned and left the room, each step echoing in the silence that followed. The door closed softly behind me, but the unspoken words lingered in the air, a reminder of the decisions we had made and the path we were on. I walked back to my room slowly, not really wanting to go. My room was moved recently. Now it was next to the room Naomi and Jasper shared. The day had been exhausted, and all I wanted was to retreat to the solitude of my room. It had been a week since my room was moved to the new location and I wasn’t thrilled about the change, but I had no say in the matter. As I trudged down the dimly lit corridor, I heard the muffled sound of raised voi
(Iris)“The Lycan King is going to be mad,” my wolf said, her voice filled with worry, echoing the unease that had been gnawing at me since last night. “Of course I know that,” I replied, frustration lacing my words. “It’s just… I think I am still a little weak when facing him…” “Yeah, I understand, I guess. They were our mates for a year,” she said, her tone softening with empathy. The weight of her words settled over me like a shroud, the memories of the past year flashing before my eyes. It had been a tumultuous time, filled with conflicting emotions and complicated relationships. But now, things were even more tangled, and the Lycan King’s presence only added to the confusion. I couldn’t take the time to think through everything. I had to get up. So, I pushed my wolf’s voice out of my mind and got dressed. I walked to the dining room, keeping my head down. I couldn’t avoid the curious glances of the pack, so I decided to ignore them. The scent of roasted meat and fresh br
(Iris)The big pack meeting was around the corner, and I had been given the mundane task of taking out the garbage. It was, at least, a welcome distraction from the tension that had been hanging over me since my encounter with the Lycan King. As I dumped the garbage out the back of the kitchen, I sighed, wiping my hands on my jeans. When I turned to go back inside, I found the door had been locked. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped outside. Before I could process my situation, I noticed several men approaching me. They were strangers, men I had never seen around the pack house before. Given the recent influx of visitors for the meeting, it wasn’t unusual to see new faces, but there was something sinister in the way they moved, their intentions clear in their leering eyes. One of them stepped forward, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Looks like you’re all alone, sweetheart,” he said. I took a quick step back, my heart racing. “What do you want?” I demanded.
(Seraphina)I wasn’t sure how I expected Iris to react, but I was surprised. I had wanted to catch her off guard, and I did that. But she didn’t panic after hearing my question. She avoided my eyes and shrugged. “I have no idea how, I was just desperate,” she answered vaguely. I studied her, but decided not to press further. She had been through enough. “Alright,” I said softly, and left her to rest. When I got back to his room, he was sulking again. Ever since the invitation to the big pack meeting, he had been moodier than ever, brooding in silence and refusing to leave his quarters for reasons unknown. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, determined to get through to him this time. He was sitting by the window, staring out into the distance, lost in thought. The shadows played across his face, highlighting the lines of worry and sorrow etched into his features. “It has to be about the girl, Iris,” I thought to myself, feeling a familiar pang of jealousy. He had never talk