Alpha Damon:I was on my way home and I was angry. Angry didn’t cut it. I was furious. Rogu was going to get what was coming to him. This time, I would do the important things first and get rid of anyone that would cause problems for my Kingdom in the future, and those people were Rogu and everyone who supported him. If they were willing to stand aside and let innocent lives be lost just to get me out of power, then I would give them exactly what they deserved. I had my mate on my back as I pounced down to Reborn Kingdom the next day, while Terah followed behind, unable to do anything because of the spell he was under. Silver seemed a little uncomfortable, but I suppose it was because she felt guilty for betraying me. I had forgiven her, but I guess that was a good sign. The clan looked exactly how bad I expected it to be. I screeched to a halt when I got to the clearing. Everywhere looked dry and empty, even though the explosions definitely didn’t reach this point. I placed mys

Silver:The new building I was put in was beautiful, but not as beautiful or as big as the palace had been. It had just as many rooms, although smaller and less fancy than those of the palace. We were grateful to even have a substitute space in the first place, so I had nothing to complain about. I didn’t care about the new place just as much as I didn’t care about the old palace which was now a desolate heap of trash. I had been so close to home and coming back here, although my life was now saved did not feel good. I stood by the window and watched the people from up there. They all seemed to be discussing happily, sharing the news that their King had returned to them yet again. I wished I could have been one of them. Home and happy to see my King. Unlike them, I was trapped in a land that wasn’t mine, in a place where I couldn’t fully relax no matter how much I wanted to. I felt forlorn and sad, but not ungrateful. If not for my mate, I would have been slit open and left in an

Silver: “How do you feel?” Damon asked me, holding my hand. I nodded to let him know I was fine, but he saw right through me. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on my cheek. It was a month later and I was at my coronation, about to be crowned Luna. A new palace which was even larger than the last one had been built with a beautiful courtroom that could house more than a thousand guests. It felt surreal but beautiful as I waited for Gwyddion to announce my presence and for the curtains to open before I would walk down and show myself to the people. The curtains opened slowly and I walked down with the help of Damon, holding me and leading the way. The court house was silent as everyone watched us come down to take our seats on the throne and for me to accept the crown. When the crown was placed on my head, everyone clapped. However, I knew many of them were still skeptical about me being their queen. They didn’t know where I truly came from an

Silver: “Don’t say that,” I purred, turning his head so that his lips would meet mine instead, but he stopped me right on time. Unlike me, he didn’t have so much to drink during the party and still had his wits and strength about him. Wait. Was that why he was reluctant to touch me? Maybe he thought I was drunk and unaware of what I was doing. While that was sweet of him, it was the last thing I needed at the moment. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his hands on my body. “We’ll have all the time in the world after today to tear each other apart,” he whispered, lightly lifting my hands from his chest. “Ugh,” I groaned, pushing him away and flopping against the bed. As much as I wanted him, I had spent enough time with him to know that he had the self-control of a monk. If he didn’t want to do anything, no one, not even I could make him do it. It was practically our wedding night, yet he was avoiding me just like he had been doing throughout the past month we had spent i

Silver:There was a long awkward silence as everyone avoided our gaze. I didn’t feel comfortable because I couldn’t tell exactly what Damon was thinking. Was he on their side or mine? “I expect answers to my questions when I ask them,” he said in a harsher voice that made a few of the maids flinch. “The cook was just telling us what she heard, my Lord. I don’t know where she heard it from,” the maid who ran into us said, obviously trying to shift the blame from herself. “Go ahead,” he said to the cook, turning his attention to her. “Tell me what you were saying just before I walked in.” “I didn’t…” she stammered, looking everywhere but at me. “Let me juggle your memory. You were saying my mate was a harem girl who deserves to be put to death for not being a virgin,” he snapped and I recoiled on the inside. Why did he have to be so raw? Seeing she had no way to come out of this, the cook fell to my feet and began to beg. “Please my King, my Luna,” she cried. “Please beg the King