MasukZafira Nightvale POV My eyes widen in shock as Vickon Blackwynd snatches the quartz cup, his massive frame towering over me in the busy lunar market.I thought a terrifying Supreme Alpha like him would sneer at buying matching bonding items, but his golden eyes flash with a sudden, possessive intensity."Do she-wolves not prefer this soft shade?" Vickon asks, his deep voice rumbling against my ear as he sets the matching pair into our woven leather basket. "Or does my female find my selection lacking?"My heart leaps into my throat, a warm blush spreading down my neck as my wolf preens with pride. "I love them! My Alpha has incredible taste!"I grab two carved bone tooth-brushes and matching silver basins, tossing them straight beside his pick. "We need the full bonding set, my lord."Vickon lets out a low hum of approval, his heavy hand resting over the small of my back, guiding my hips as we navigate through the crowd.Every rogue and pack member in the market freezes when they see
Zafira Nightvale POV Lucan Duskclaw turns his back on Isolde Grimfen and her illegitimate pup without uttering another word.There was a time when he doted on Vaelira, believing her soft, submission-minded act made her the ideal daughter of a high-tier wolf—unlike my mother’s proud, razor-sharp bloodline that always made his weak ego feel small. With Vaelira, he could pretend to be the undisputed master of his territory.But seeing her exposed as a lying thief who ruined his reputation in front of the entire Herbarium, his patience has completely snapped."Mother, what do our claws do now?" Vaelira whimpers, her chest heaving as Lucan storms into his private study and slams the reinforced oak door.Without his alpha protection, their fake status in the Nightvale estate is crumbling into dust."Keep your muzzle shut for now," Isolde whispers bitterly, her claws digging deep into her silk robes as panic eats her alive. "Your father is just furious over the lost lunar land. I will crawl
Zafira Nightvale POV"Vaelira has no bloodline dignity at all!" Mirelle spat out, her eyes burning with pure contempt. "She stood right in the center of the square and claimed she was the sole blood heir of the late Vaenya Hollowmere, while calling you an unranked stray!""And you all snapped your jaws right along with her lies," I say, my voice dripping with icy disdain as I pack my mother's silver potion vials into my leather satchel."Zafira, please," Mirelle stammers, taking a step forward with her head lowered in genuine shame. "We are heading down to the lunar herb markets to gather roots for the full moon ritual. Come with us? Let us buy your wolf a drink to make up for our foolishness.""My paws have better places to tread," I reply, zipping my bag shut without sparing her a second glance. "Go consume your herbs."I push past their silent group, my boots thudding against the stone stairs as I head for the courtyard.My satchel feels heavy over my shoulder, packed tight with my
Zafira Nightvale POVVickon Blackwynd sits with an unyielding posture, listening to Zevrick Frostmoor's drawn-out pitch for border hunting rights. His dark, golden gaze remains glued to my sleeping face, his long, muscular arm reaching out instinctively the second my hips slip off his shoulder, wrapping around my waist to pull my body flush against his chest.My eyes flutter open, my tongue letting out a soft sigh as I rub my nose against his neck."Exhausted, my sweet female?" Vickon murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through my ears as his fingers lightly stroke my thigh. "Go back to sleep."I nod softly, trusting his beast completely as my head settles back over his heart, my breath lacing his leather tunic with my scent.Across the heavy oak table, Zevrick freezes mid-sentence, his jaw dropping open. Is this truly the ruthless, iron-blooded Supreme Alpha of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion?Vickon’s gold eyes snap up, locking onto Zevrick with a murderous, freezing intensity that makes
Zafira Nightvale POVI stand in the center of the hall, my breath hot and jagged as I stare at Vickon's imposing figure. "Yes, my alpha. Is there something your beast requires from this sanctuary?"Vickon's fierce gold eyes lock onto mine, his ruthless expression softening into absolute possession as he takes three massive strides across the marble floor. "Follow my boots into the private council chamber, Lady Blackwynd."He pauses near the threshold, noticing my feet rooted to the stone while my lower lip pouts. "Are your paws moving or not, Zafira?"My eyes light up with pure, desperate devotion, and I hurry to catch up to his wide stride.Before stepping into the lift, I turn to the trembling staff, pointing a sharp claw at the disgraced manager. "Corvin, you take command of Serenity Heights from this moment on, while Riven Ashguard packs his filthy furs and clears his scent from my territory forever!"Riven falls to his knees, tears streaming down his face as his inner wolf whimpe
Zafira Nightvale POV "Did your sneaky paws orchestrate this entire trap just to claw at my dignity, Zafira?!" Vaelira Nightvale's voice shakes with a high-pitched, pathetic whine as her golden eyes lock onto my figure, her face twisting into a mask of pure terror the moment her nose registers the scent of Riven Ashguard standing obediently behind my shoulders."Does the taste of your own lies finally choke your throat, Vaelira?" my mouth sneers, my tail swaying with slow, rhythmic dominance as I step deeper into the marble hall of the Serenity Heights Peak.Our classmates stare in absolute silence, their pupils dilated as they take in my glowing, unmarked silver skin. They are used to the broken, submissive she-wolf who hid her beauty behind dark mud and slave-clay, but now I stand before them as a goddess of the high-peaks, radiating a raw, natural authority that makes their inner beasts want to drop to their knees."Tell us, Vaelira, what exactly did this delta clerk say that was s
"No need."I grew anxious at his refusal. "But the silver poison...""Let Zyric Fenwolf inside."Relief flooded my chest. "Alright!"I was just glad his inner wolf was willing to let someone tend his wounds. What I feared most was him getting angry and refusing help, letting the toxic infection rot
"Am I truly forbidden from entering your den, Alpha?"The air in the grand hall locked up like ice.Zyric Fenwolf nearly choked on his own saliva at my words. I could see the sheer disbelief rolling off his scent profile as he darted a glance between me and the senior matron. He clearly expected me
"Zafira, whose ceremonial pelt are you tracking into this council hall?"Vaelira’s eyes flashed with a calculated, lethal gleam. Unlike her weak pack-sister, she was no stranger to the inner workings of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion; she had spent moons trading pack secrets with Thorne. One look at t
"Hold her down!"My face slammed into the freezing mud of Darkmere Crossing. Heavy paws crushed my shoulder blade, forcing me to look directly into the icy glow of the twin moons."Rip her throat out and let's go.""Wait, look at her face! Half of it is completely mangled by silver burns. I'm going







