Discover Novels Library Profile

My Luna's Revenge - Chapter 29


Chapter 29


Nicolas POV

The Great Hollow roared with tension. Flickering torchlight danced across the obsidian walls as the Alphas and Elders of the Two Great Packs filled the ancient chamber. Each clan bore its symbol, each Alpha their pride, but none louder than the hush that followed any whisper of the massacres. The air was thick with the scent of distrust, of wolves too long restrained, of fear buried beneath tradition.

I stood among them—cloaked in the colors of the Royals Pack, black and gold—and yet, I felt wholly out of place. I didn't belong in the center of this storm, not when my chest was already a battlefield of its own. I hadn't looked at her. Not once.

Viona.

She sat just across from me, her hair braided in the warrior style of her people, her eyes fixed on the speaker at the center of the floor—Alpha Jason, her dad—as he detailed the latest loss: a scouting party slaughtered in the outskirts of the forest. Three of the five are barely identifiable.

But I didn't hear Alpha Jason's words. My heart was pounding too loud. Every time I glanced toward the curved council row, every time I felt her presence so close—Viona, proud princess of the Levites, my betrothed—my eyes darted away, pretending focus. Pretending loyalty.

Because if I looked too long... she would know. She'd see it, if only she doesn't already suspect I'm intentionally avoiding her gaze, but what can I do? The guilt. The hesitation. The truth I hadn't dared to speak since the feeling first bloomed inside me. I might have feelings for someone else, precisely Flora Smiths.

Not Viona. Not the girl chosen by alliance, by honor, by years of strategy between their packs. Someone is wrong. Someone not in this room. And it is tearing me apart.

I suddenly noticed the gaze of the Young Alpha of the Light Pack on my fiancée; anger and jealousy burned through me like I’m very familiar with them. I stared daggers at him, a piercing gaze too hard to ignore. It wasn't hard to detect the source of my gaze as I was almost beside him.

"Nicholas Jones Smiths," he called me out loud and clear. For some reason, it felt like a challenge was about to take place. My already angry expression turned to one of pure hatred.

"It's been a while since we last met. How long was it again...?" he pretended to be deep in thought. At this point, everyone's attention was already on us.

"Yeah... during your engagement party." 

"Oh... then you already know I have a fiancée...?"

"Yes... of course, I'm glad Young Alpha Nicolas remembers that too." He smiled politely; anyone with a brain would know he was insinuating something else. 'What did he know? How much did he know?' 

''Who else knows?' My mind was a mess. I went into full panic mode internally but kept a nonchalant facade as much as I could.

"Is Young Alpha Mirage something?" I glared at the bastard who spoke. I know him. He's in the Royals Fraction; I can get rid of him. I believe it'll teach others to mind their own business.

The Council continued. Accusations flew across the circle. Some packs demanded war. Others demanded proof. A few whispered still of a traitor among them, of the vampires playing puppeteer behind blood-soaked veils.

But I said nothing. Alpha Darius spoke enough for them both.

"Our pack has suffered attacks too," Darius growled, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "Though not as loudly as some would like to pretend. Make no mistake—this is not just about one massacre. It is about the extinction of our race."

"Then why not unite?" Alpha Jason spoke clearly now, his voice steady and sharp. "The vampires have aligned themselves with our enemies, spilling wolf blood without shame, without fear. No more hiding, no more waiting. Tonight, we declare war—not just for the Hills Pack, but for every clan bled dry by their treachery. We strike not as scattered packs, but as one."

I flinched at his voice. It was the first time I've heard him speak with such authority in the chamber that night. I found myself deeply motivated. The older I grew, the less I feared my father. Deep down, I still seek his approval, but I cannot let myself be pushed and controlled by his words.

It wasn't long before the council meeting was adjourned and everyone returned home perfectly. It was shocking that Alpha Jason offered to go to war with the vampires. The entire room roared in agreement, but everyone knew he was just offering himself as the scapegoat for another cause, to measure up the vampires' military prowess if it is not something to either get away or completely hide/change.




Chapter 30


The camp stirred in silence before dawn, cloaked in soft grays and murmuring wind. Soldiers moved like shadows around dying fires, rolling up bedrolls, checking weapons, preparing for the march to Duskwind Vale—the vampire-held borderlands.

I stood at my window. My heart pounded—not from fear, but from the weight of my choice.

It was almost midnight. I left my bedroom to find my mother. I knew she was probably in bed with my dad, but I needed to see her urgently.

Though I loved my parents sharing the same bedroom, when my uncle was the Alpha, my mom always slept in the queen's quarters, especially after she had my stepbrother. I have heard of sharing the night she shared a bed with my uncle, unlike my dad.

The Night Was Silent

The night was silent, the moon was high, and the howls had quieted. I had crept into the queen's quarters.

Vivian Nobel stood at the window, combing her long dark hair, a woman whose beauty was matched only by her fierce intuition. I had hoped to slip past her, but I knew it wasn't a good idea.

"You want to join your dad, don't you...?" My mother had turned before I could take one step. "You're here to say goodbye."

I hesitated, my shoulders stiffening. "...I want to go."

"I know." My mom's voice was soft, but her gaze cut deep. "Your father already said no."

I stepped forward, my voice trembling. "But I have to. I can't explain it—what if something happens? What if he needs me?"

My mother crossed the room and cupped my cheek. "He always needs you. Just not like this. You are his future, Viona. Not his shield." She tried to persuade me to change my mind, but it was futile. No doubt I had never gone to a battlefield before and didn't know what to expect, but if I don't go, my father would die, my mother would lose her mate, my siblings would lose their father, and my pack would lose their alpha. My life would be over; there was too much to lose.

"I'm not a child," I snapped. She didn't understand what was at stake here. "I'm thirteen—I've trained harder than some of the youngbloods going with him."

"And that frightens me," she whispered.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. My mother's lip quivered. My mother saw it. I felt it. "I'm going," I said again, barely louder than a whisper. "I'm sorry."

She turned away. Not angry. Not even surprised.

"I can't stop you," she said at last. "I knew from the day you stood between a dying pup and a thunderbear that I'd never truly be able to hold you back. So if you must go—then don't go unprepared."

She opened a small drawer in her table and pulled out a black satchel, handing it to me. "Food. A shift tonic. Spare clothes. And this—" She paused, pulling out a soft, silver-dyed cloak lined with leaves.

"It'll mask your scent," she said. "Even from your father."

I stared, wide-eyed.

"You're... helping me?"

"I'm your mother," she said with a sad smile. "Not your warden."

We embraced for a long time. Then I whispered, "I'll come back. I swear."

"You'd better," she replied. "Because when you do, you'll have to explain this to your father yourself."

"I didn't help you," she stated so we were clear. I knew I must have interrupted them because my father's scent was all over her, but she still came for me. Just like in my past life, despite how much I despised her, she still loved me and risked speaking up for me.

"I love you, Mom." Tears clouded my vision.

"I really, really do."

"You watched over me and protected me all these years, but I never did anything in return."

"Sweetie... where is all this coming from? Who said you never did anything for me?" She held my hands.

"I'm the proudest mother in the Wolf clan. You are my most brilliant daughter, and you would make a great Luna. That I believe."

"I'll never let anyone force you to do anything you don't want to. I'll protect you; no one would hurt you," I swore to her.

"Okay... I'll hold you on that promise," she smiled. I was so grateful; she didn't remember the past like I did.






Chapter 31

Viona's POV
"You need to rest, everyone will be departing tomorrow..." She led me to the door as we both exited the room.

"Okay... Good night, Mom." I pecked her cheeks unintentionally, slightly touching the tattoo-like mark on her neck. It wasn't obvious, but I just had good eyes.

"I have to go to your dad... he must be waiting for me." She hugged me before letting me go.

I must have really interrupted them for my mom to be in such a hurry to return to his side. I can't be more happy for her.

"Wait, Mom...!" "Hmm..."

"I would need your help tomorrow. You know how you arrange the lists and everything else. Can you include my name without Dad noticing my absence in the pack?"

"Honey... I know what to do. Though I'm not encouraging you to go to this war, I'm not going to stand in your way either. Don't worry, go to bed."

The Day of Departure
Everything was prepared; everyone was really including me, of course. I have to admit my mom did an excellent job sneaking me out, especially as I was present to see my dad off and even hug him. He wouldn't suspect a thing.

Or so I thought.

We reached the camping site as the guards prepared the tents. Luckily for me, I wasn't short in height, and thanks to the silver cloak, no one was able to sense me. I especially enjoyed the fact that everyone had their armor on, so wearing a cloak wasn't weird. At the same time, I can't deny the unbearable heat during the daytime while we trained, and the cold at night while we kept guard.

I thank the goddess for the hot water provided at night to shower. It is limited, so I have to wake up even earlier than I usually do to hide the fact I was a girl, as everyone bathes in groups of ten.

Before noon, everyone was out training, including me. Until now, I never minded my stamina being this low. I knew it was low, but this low? No.

But I'm determined to get stronger.

The blood moon is just two months away. The tension was high. Though my dad sometimes watches the soldiers as we train, he still couldn't detect my scent. Though I sometimes suspect he has a clue, it didn't lead anywhere as there weren't any loopholes.

Jason's POV
A Month Later

Since the letter two months ago, my daughter hasn't been herself. I didn't want to worry her, but I can't let her risk her life in a battle that isn't even hers.

If only I had wiped out the death clan entirely as instructed, I wouldn't be in this mess today. I couldn't bear to kill a few kids, and now they're back in my head.

Well, luckily my dad isn't here. At least he actually gave them my head for disobeying his order. My father was the harshest father with his sons but a lovely husband and alpha. I used to believe he hated me because he always pushed me to my breaking point over and over again.

While Mark did the basic training, I was so envious of him for receiving both parents' love because he was born weak. Sometimes, I wished to be in his place so I could enjoy everything he did.

My mom tried her best to balance her love for both of us, which was difficult, but she tried her best, always watching over me while training, always with a first aid box in hand.

Her death was the most heartbreaking event in my life. Ever since then, my dad hasn't been the same. I have never felt my mate bond break, not like I ever wanted to try. Not even a wolf could survive it.

I always texted my daughter every day to check on her, and her reply always leaves me satisfied. I know she is going to be a great Luna one day.

"Alpha Jason...?"

"Come in."

The young wolf stepped into my tent.

"Is there a problem?"

"Well... Alpha, you see, I think there's an error in the list..."

"I told you before, we can't afford any shortage."

"Yes, sire, I remember, but you see, it was our Luna that made the list, and there seems to be an addition of one person. I'm not sure why...!" The attendant was shivering. Am I that scary?

"Show me..." I demanded, puzzled. I can't simply let this pass; it could be a mole.

"Here, sire..." He brought the list to my face, explaining the names that were called daily, and there was always an additional one person.

"This person could be a spy," he suggested.

"Watch this person closely for now."

"Yes, sire." He left my tent, escaping like I was going to eat him.

Thanks to the invention of the cell phone, it was easier and better than letters, where one has to wait a couple of days for replies.

I called Vivian, my Luna. I have missed her all these months I was away. We do communicate from time to time, but I miss having her in my arms.

"Hello..." Her pleasing voice echoed from the other end of the phone.

"I miss you." I found myself speechless as she took the words right out of my mouth.

"Me too," was all I could say.

"Is Viona here?" I'm not the type to beat around the bush, but hearing her choking, I'm convinced I'm right.

"Honey...?" "Yes or no."

"She insisted on going."

"I trusted you to keep her safe in the pack...!" I scolded in a fit of rage.

"I trust you to protect her, the same way I trust her to protect you. Just like I would have loved to fight alongside you, the pack is in just as much danger as the battlefield, and the twins and the rest of the pack members are here. I can't simply leave them all by themselves without a leader."

"I'm sorry, honey. I know I shouldn't have lied to you, but just as you love our children with all your heart, I love them and want them to be self-dependent and strong. We can't shield them forever. In no time, Viona is going to be taken away from us to become the Luna of the Royals Fraction. I know it's not going to be easy, but our baby is not weak, neither is she a little girl anymore. As much as we don't like it, we have to accept it. Viona is grown up; soon she would even be of age to take over the business just like you're doing now. Come on, please say something...?"

All she said was right. I was the only one who didn't see that my little girl had grown up so much. I felt my anger subside, now replaced with guilt. That's right; my conscience was being the judge right now, and I was guilty as charged.

"You're right... I was still stuck at the time she was still having nightmares and clinging to me whenever she woke up, always finding me to protect her. I failed to see her achievements and strength. I'm sorry for not listening to you."

"Oh honey... it's alright, I'm not mad at you."

"Just take care of our daughter and come back safely, okay? Sorry, I have to go; I think Ariel broke something again."

She disconnected the call. I didn't even realize when a tear slid down my face, wetting the document before me. Maybe I was just afraid of losing her.






Chapter 32

Viona POV
One Month Later
The copper tang of blood clung to the air, thick enough to taste. I adjusted my grip on the twin blades strapped to my back, sweat dripping down my spine as I moved between the rows of sparring soldiers. Three months of hiding in plain sight. Three months of silent victories and close calls. And now... now my luck has finally run out.

"Vaughn, you're up next!" the commander barked.

I nodded, suppressing a wince. Vaughn. That was the name I answered to since the day I cut my braid, dirtied my face, and slipped into the ranks of the werewolf army disguised as a low-born recruit. I chose the name because it sounded enough like mine to anchor me, to keep me from forgetting why I was here.

But the moment I stepped into the sparring circle, the world shifted.

Eyes. Too many eyes.

Watching.

One of the generals—tall, scarred, with a silver streak running through his black hair—tilted his head. His nose flared. He stepped forward, slicing through the tension with a single word.

"Viona?" I froze.

My pulse, steady seconds ago, slammed into a panicked drumbeat. I gripped the hilt of my sword tighter, willing my voice to stay steady.

"Sir?"

His eyes narrowed. "Take off the helmet."

My breath caught. Around me, soldiers paused. Conversations stilled. The clinking of steel dulled. No one moved.

I hesitated for only a heartbeat—then reached up and tugged off the iron helmet. My sweat-slicked hair, now shoulder-length, fell around my face.

Gasps.

A few of the soldiers stepped back.

A female? Among the blood-trained werewolf ranks?

But it wasn't the other soldiers I watched. It was the general.

His eyes darkened—not with anger, but something else. Resignation.

"I told your mother this would happen," he muttered.

I blinked.

"...What?"

Another voice cut through the air. A deeper one. One I knew too well.

"At ease."

The soldiers snapped to attention.

From behind the general stepped a man dressed in midnight black armor, his aura coiled like smoke—calm, unreadable, yet deadly. His boots crunched the dirt as he stopped before me.

My mouth went dry. No.

No, it couldn't be. "Father?"

Alpha Jason of the Levites Pack nodded once.

I stared at him, the weight of realization smashing into my ribs like a hammer. "You knew."

He didn't answer right away. Just looked at me slowly—assessing not as a father, but as a commander. My stance. My now calloused hands. The tension in my shoulders.

"Three months ago," he said evenly, "I received word that a new recruit named Vaughn fought like a Ferelian assassin. Too precise. Too fast. I contacted your mother; I knew then."

"Why didn't you stop me?" My voice cracked, betraying the emotions I buried for weeks. "You let me live a lie—sleeping in barracks, training till my bones ached—"

"Because you needed to prove it to yourself," he said quietly. "That you could survive here. That you belonged here."

"But I do belong!" I snapped, fists clenched. "I earned everything. I outran them. Outfought them. Even the silver test—"

"You passed because you're my daughter; my blood flows through your veins," he said bluntly. "Not because they accepted you. They feared you. They just didn't know why."

Rage rose in my throat, hot and raw. "So what, this was just some—some cruel test to see if I'd break?"

"No," he said. "It was a test to see if you'd rise." The silence stretched.

"I never needed your permission," I muttered.

"No," he agreed. "But you always had my blessing." My breath hitched.

My dad sighed. "Your mother told me you'd do this. I saw the signs long before you cut your hair. The books you stole from the war library. The way you watched the guards train at night when you thought no one noticed."

My lips parted. "You saw all that?"

"I saw everything. Because I did the same when I was your age."

I looked away, fury ebbing into something heavier. "Then why pretend I had to sneak? Why let me live in fear of being caught?"

"Because this way, you owned your choice. You risked it. You bled for it. You earned what none of my orders could give you: their respect."

The general beside him nodded silently.

"I wouldn't have stepped in," my dad added, "if it weren't for today's change in command. A new warden is arriving. One who won't overlook a female in his ranks."

I exhaled slowly. "So that's it. I get thrown out."

"No," my dad said. "You get reassigned."

"What?"

"To me."

He gestured behind him. A pair of elite guards approached, wearing the colors of the Alpha's personal retinue.

"I need someone to lead the Nightfang unit. They've grown lazy. Undisciplined. You'll fix that."

"You want me to command?" I asked, voice thin with disbelief.

"You've been commanding since you walked into this camp," my dad said. "They just didn't know it."

For the first time in weeks, my shoulders slumped—not from defeat, but from the sheer release of tension. I had hidden my name. My face. My purpose.

But not my fire.

Never that.

And now the one person I tried hardest to defy... had been my quiet supporter all along. I looked up at my father.

"I'm not going to thank you," I said.

He gave me a smile. "I wouldn't believe you if you did."

Then, more seriously, he added, "But I am proud."

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and nodded once, sharply.

The general stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Orders, Commander?"

I turned to him, my expression sharpening like a drawn blade.

"Have the Nightfang assembled by dusk. Tell them their new commander doesn't tolerate sloppiness."

"Yes, ma'am."

The soldiers who had once stared at me in disbelief now moved quickly—respectfully.

And as I slipped my helmet back on, I didn't feel like I was hiding anymore.

I felt seen.

I felt home.

Somewhere I had wanted to be for a long time, even in my previous life, but never got the chance because I was a girl and a Luna.

I commanded the Nightclaw unit for another month. In all this time, I kept in touch with my mom and siblings. Though I couldn't communicate with Aria due to distance, I saw her pretty face every time I called home. At this time, I didn't even suspect my mom had already sold me out months ago.

I didn't even have the heart to report; my dad had already exposed her a while ago. I watched them smile; it warmed my heart.

This is what I was fighting for: this smile and joy, something that was taken away from me before.

But I was still curious as to when and how my dad had known I was in the army. As I planned, he called me to his tent. Luckily, the battle was over, but the war had yet to begin.

Our victory raised praises from every pack alive; we have avenged the members that were massacred and killed unjustly.






Chapter 33

The Levites Pack - Flora POV
Four Years Later
The Levites have won the battle with the Blood Sect; that was what I was told, no detailed explanation. A few days ago, we were invited to the Levites pack for the return party of their Alpha and eldest daughter.

We were assigned rooms. I requested this room; thankfully, Luna Vivian didn't find my request weird and assigned me this room. It was particularly clean for my stay as the welcome party lasted a week.

The old room smelled of dust curled in the sunlight like secrets too long left unsaid. I leaned against the wooden frame of the bench, knees pulled to my chest, the hem of my pale dress trailing the floor. Outside, the world had bloomed into summer, but inside my chest, it still felt like winter.

Finally, Nicolas's fiancée was returning after her three months' departure to the battlefield to aid her father to victory; her merits were recognized, likewise her promotion was praised.

We are of the same age, but I'm just a weak princess pampered by my father, who just made his stance as one of the major pack Alphas in the clan.

Viona, a brave warrior princess who went to war at the young age of 14 and was even raised to the rank of commander, controlling the second most powerful army in the werewolf race.

I stared at the window in the far corner, unable to bring myself to open it. Not yet. Not when every minute in this room reminds me of the boy that makes my heart race at every thought of him.

Nicolas.

Four years, and still he hadn't come.

I still wasn't even sure whether he'd come to the Levites pack today or the last day of the party when his fiancée returns. Maybe because this was where it had happened. The confession. The breathless, trembling, foolish thing I had whispered into the silence between us, knowing full well he didn't belong to me, but I didn't regret it.

A rustling behind me broke the quiet.

"Miss," came the soft, familiar voice. "Are you hiding again?"

I didn't turn. I didn't have to. The scent of rosewater and baked bread was unmistakable.

"Lysa," I murmured. "I'm not hiding. Just thinking."

"Same thing, if you ask me," Lysa said, settling onto the bench beside me with the kind of grace only age could bring. "Your tea's gone cold. Again."

I offered a weak smile. "It always does."

Lysa watched me for a long moment, then said, "It's been four years today."

I blinked at her. "You remember?"

"I remember everything you trusted me with."

I turned away, shame prickling at my skin.

"I shouldn't have said anything that day; it was selfish."

Lysa tilted her head. "You mean telling Nicolas you loved him?"

I flinched at the word, even now. "I didn't say that exactly..."

"No," Lysa agreed. "But it was in your eyes. And he saw it."

I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering how they had trembled.

"It's my fault; I waited until the very end, until he was already promised to someone else. I told myself I didn't expect anything in return—but I did."

"And what did he say?" I closed my eyes.

"He said... he said he was engaged. That it was arranged. But his voice... it shook, Lysa. He looked at me like he wanted to say something else."

"Did he?"

I shook my head. "No. He just held my hand for a second. And then he left." Silence followed.

And then Lysa's hand found mine—worn, warm, and steady.

Lysa was a maid gifted to my father by Alpha Jones, and my dad assigned her to be my nanny. Since Lysa was assigned to me as a nanny, she had always treated me well, encouraging me to follow my heart. But for some reason, my nanny doesn't like her, also claiming she has bad intentions, and it bothers me as I always imagined them taking care of me together.

"Four years is a long time to say nothing. If he ever felt anything... wouldn't he have written? Or come back? Even once?"

"Maybe," Lysa said softly. "Or maybe he's been silent because he felt too much." I laughed bitterly. "That's a generous story to tell myself."

"I've seen generous stories. Yours was real."

I pulled my hand away, curling it into my lap.

"Do you really believe that?"

"I have to."

The words cracked as they left her throat.

"I've replayed that moment in my mind so many times," she confessed. "What I could've said. If I should've stopped him. If I should've kissed him. Or run away before saying anything at all."

Lysa was quiet for a beat.

"And what if I told you he did come back?" Flora's head snapped up. "What?"

"Three months ago, during the ongoing massacre of some packs," Lysa said gently. "He returned. I saw him near the manor gates, alone. He stood there for an hour."

Her heart stuttered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because he didn't come in. He left without a word. I thought... perhaps he came to talk to the father concerning the impending battle."

"No," I said, voice breathless. "No, he came. He was going to—"

I stopped myself, reeling.

"But he still didn't try again," I whispered.

Lysa touched my shoulder. "My sweet girl, what are you truly afraid of? That he never loved you? Or that he did, and it still wasn't enough?"

I stared at the window again. My throat tightened.

"I think... I'm afraid it was all in my head," I admitted. "That I built a life around a single moment that meant nothing to him."

Lysa's eyes softened.

Flora swallowed hard.

"Then why didn't he at least give me a reply?" I asked, barely above a whisper. "Why didn't he?"

Lysa sighed.

"Sometimes, love isn't about what someone does in a moment—it's about what life does to them. Maybe he thought leaving was protecting you. Maybe he was afraid. Or maybe he made a mistake he's still trying to live with."

I didn't answer. My hands trembled in my lap.

"You have to live your life, Flora," Lysa said gently. "Not in the shadow of what he didn't say. But in the light of what you still can."

"I don't even know if he'll accept me. His fiancée commands almost eight hundred thousand werewolf army. Would Alpha Jones even agree to this? What if my father is affected by this?" Tears threatening again. "I don't even know if I still love him... or if I just miss the hope."

"That's fair," Lysa said. "But it means you've grown."

I took a shaky breath and reached for the phone can beside me.

I began to get up from the room I had stayed in for three days now. "You're trying again?" Lysa asked.

I didn't look up. "Maybe I am."

This might not be the right thing to do, but I'm not going to stop until he either rejects me or accepts me. Viona has everything; she wouldn't possibly fight with me over Nicolas. Their marriage is arranged. I did it before; I can do it again. Not even the moon goddess can stop me.

Please Log In or Sign Up to continue reading.

No account? Sign Up

Unlock all Chapters with 3$

Proceed to payment to unlock all chapters and continue reading.

Tags:
Previous Post Next Post

You Might Like 😎

See All