CHAPTER FIVE

I'm good at this.

I told myself that as I kept on, kneeling there, feeling every pulse and tremor of him under my lips. I’ve always done this for Derula—hours spent at his feet, my body mapping his pleasure like it was an art form, an unspoken language between us. The rise and fall, the constant rhythm, became something I could lose myself in until the world outside disappeared. My hands, my mouth, my whole being were trained for this. Derula had taught me for years—how to move, how to give, how to make a man feel both wanted and worshipped, whether at a gathering, during meetings, or in the private shadows of his chambers.

Pleasure and devotion had been my craft, my identity. I was a servant, a lover, a muse. I was good at it.

"Ugh..."

He groaned out, shuddering as he released for the third time. That was the moment he finally pushed me away. I stumbled, falling onto the cold tiles, the chill burning through my fevered skin. His hands shot to my jaw, gripping it with force as he squatted in front of me, eyes blazing with something dark, something I hadn’t dared to face before.

"Where did you learn this from?" he demanded, voice low, laced with disbelief and fury.

"What?" I whispered, a twinge of fear coiling in my stomach.

"Don’t kid me," he growled, leaning closer, his glare cutting into me. "It’s true that you’ve been sleeping around with Derreck..."

The words landed like stones. My mind flickered, searching through memories, questioning every touch, every glance, every moment. Had I ever—no. Could I have? The thought itself made my stomach twist.

"What if I have?" I asked finally, smirking despite the tension. "I’m letting you touch me. Isn’t that what you should be grateful for?"

His eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring. The air between us thickened, suffused with raw pheromones that assaulted my senses. My body trembled—not with shame, but with something darker, something thrilling.

Before I could even react, he hauled me toward the bed, throwing me onto the sheets like a predator claiming his prey. His presence was overwhelming, every movement precise, calculated, dangerous.

He smiled, a smile that was both predatory and cold.

"This fall must’ve reset your head," he said, voice low, sharp, slicing through the haze in my mind. "At least I know you’re not pretending about losing your memory. But I need to teach you again… teach you what I’ve been doing since you were a child."

My pulse raced. My body coiled instinctively. Words failed me. The thrill, the tension, the threat—all of it mixed with a dark excitement I hadn’t felt in years.

"You let someone else touch you!" he hissed, every word a blade. "While you’re my mate, you let an Alpha from the rogue claim you!"

I gasped as his fingers moved inside me, swift and precise. Pleasure flared through me in jagged waves, unrelenting, foreign. I had never known Derula to do this—not like this, not with such intensity, such control.

"You never let me see your nakedness," he whispered, moving faster, "yet Derreck did. Guess what will happen to him?"

I smiled despite the sensations, the pleasure and the fear twisting together.

"Please kill him," I murmured, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and need. "I don’t like the way he addressed me earlier."

He paused, every muscle in his body tense, a silent promise hanging in the air. The pleasure continued anyway, unrelenting, a cruel paradox.

"I should kill Derreck?" he asked, incredulous.

"Why not?" I said, my tone teasing yet deadly. "He touched what was mine. You should be raving—blood hot, teeth bared, running to him with fire in your eyes."

His hand clasped around my throat immediately as he slid his length into me, I buckled. My mouth shouted, he's too big, he was filling me up too much that I forgot to breathe. My stomach felt too full, my eyes rolled into my head.

"Ughhhh!!!" I groaned, my twenty five years of being alive flashing through me like wildfire.

I loved.

Broke.

Rejected.

Betrayed.

Died.

And now, I'm living a second life. That's what it seems to me. Not only am I living a second life, but maybe a worst life harder than the first; To make matters worse, I'm Lucien's bride. His queen, his Luna.

I clasped my hands around his neck, holding him close, demanding more. "Make me lose my senses till I have nothing else to live for."

I should be thinking of my next move.

I should think of ways to destroy both packs and save myself from the abuses I suffered.

Lucien must bend to his knees and worship me.

And as for Derula, he should be ready. He should be ready for me because I am going to be the reason why he loses everything. All that I helped him build, I'm going to take them back.

Lucien must kneel. He must worship me.

Derula must witness it all.

This was my second chance, my rebirth. And I would not squander it on anyone else.

I would bend the world to me.

I would make both packs crawl.

I would take everything.

AUTHOR’S POV

Nyra slept beside King Lucien, her body still, exposed in its vulnerability. Moonlight brushed over her skin, softening the sharpness of her presence—but not erasing it.

Lucien watched her like a man haunted.

Carefully, he pulled the sheets over her, shielding her nakedness as if it were sacred. He brushed her hair back, revealing her face fully.

His breath caught.

That face.

The same face that had ruled his thoughts for twenty-five years. The face that tightened his chest every morning. The one he had never escaped.

The seer’s voice echoed in his mind.

Your wife is dead.

The Moon Goddess walks again.

Lucien scoffed silently.

Impossible.

He kissed her forehead. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth.

“You’re Nyra,” he whispered. “You’ve always been Nyra.”

His thumb traced her cheek, memorizing her anew.

“How did you grow so much?” he murmured. “How did I miss this?”

He lay beside her, instinctively curving toward her warmth.

“You’re different,” he said quietly, irritation threading his voice. “And it angers me that you don’t remember me. That you look at me like a stranger.”

His jaw tightened.

“How am I supposed to tell you,” he muttered darkly, “that you don’t have a brother?”

Silence swallowed the room.

“You don’t remember us,” he continued. “How you clung to me. How you cried for me. How you chose me.”

His eyes hardened.

“How you fell in love with me.”

CHAPTER SIX

LOCATION: BLOOD MOON PACK

NYRA OF BLOOD MOON PACK

"Nyra?" He queried, furrowing his brows in confusion. "What sort of dream is that? The only Nyra I know is the Blood Moon Pack's queen, King Derula's mate," he said, while she sounded more confused. But she knew what she saw in that dream; she knew how she looked in that dream.

"Apologize to her this minute, Nyra."

"Derula," she remembered herself calling that name. "Derula, you don't mean I should..."

"What do you think I mean?" He sounded harsh while she screeched, her chest feeling heavy. She was burning so high even when this was just a dream; she felt her heart shaking with disgust and disdain, yet she couldn't speak. She lowered her head in a small bow.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

"You didn't only make me uncomfortable; you made me nearly lose my child because of you," Eidlene whined, almost breaking down in tears as she turned to Derula, who was there to console her. And she, as invisible as a needle whose world was thrown into a haystack, had no clue on how to be found, claimed, or even needed. Does that mean that her times with Derula are forever over? When she haven't even figured out having a life that didn't belong to Derula.

All she did since she came into the pack was beg for approval, beg to be recognized, beg for her name to be spoken more than once. She wanted her fame to supersede as nothing but Derula's woman, Derula's queen. How will she start now? How will she start building her reputation now?

"Queen Nyra is really doomed down," she heard someone whisper as Derula led Eidlene away without even looking back, without stopping to snap her back to reality to indicate that all of this was a dream and never real. Could never be real...

"Is she even our queen now? Aren't you seeing our new queen at Derula's side? She's more or less a waste now."

"Don't you think this is better for the pack? If only she can leave us and stop gracing us with her presence too, we will be okay."

Nyra heard all of that and she dared not break down and cry. She walked away, heading towards the room she shared with Derula.

"What are you doing here?" Derula suddenly asked. He was half naked with Eidlene unclad and on top of the bed, frowning like a pest had come in again to disrupt her peace, especially now that she had an important conversation to have with King Derula.

"Uh..."

"This room doesn't belong to you anymore. I had my betas remove your things and move them to the guest room."

"Already?"

"What do you mean by already? You still think you have a place here?" he said, while Nyra's heart broke more, shaking with more pain than it could ever imagine. He seemed to sense it. "If you chose to stay and share, you know you have to accommodate Eidlene. She's the new bride and she's pregnant; she needs all the care she can get. You wouldn't know how that is since you have never had a baby before."

Was the last part supposed to sting, or comfort her, or make her feel better? She had no idea, but she smiled anyway. She smiled like that was the only option she had left.

"Alright, I will leave the two of you then to have fun," she said. She turned around, grabbed the doors, and came out, closing them behind her and pausing for a moment as it felt like her heart were being shaped like ice.

"I don't like her and I don't know what she's still doing here! You told me you'd get her out of my sight when I move into the palace. How come she's still here and you're still accommodating her!" Nyra heard the sharp yelling of Eidlene's voice.

"It's just for some time. You know she has no one else to rely on if not me. I can't just take her out into the street when she knows no one except me."

Just how did she make her life revolve around one person? King Derula?

Her legs led her away slowly, without bowing down to the exhaustion or the feelings. She dragged her feet to the supposed guestroom where she thought she would meet her things.

"This is not the room our king sent your stuff to," a maid instructed, running her eyes over her with no atom of the respect she used to have for the queen. "It's the one across the hall, just by the garden."

Nyra smiled and then nodded, dragging her feet to the end of the hallway. She opened the door of the guest room and the sheer darkness of the room made her heart stop. She gasped, her legs freezing as her eyes fed into the darkness. She clicked on the switch and the mess of the room nearly made her choke. The dust, the spider webs, the way her things were littered everywhere... in a room like this?!

She bit her lower lip. This is not the time to break; this is not the time to cry about injustice when there was no justice for her in the first place. Someone can only complain of how unfair it is when they've met fairness. She hadn't met that, so how could she say she's been treated unfairly?

She sighed and walked in, dusting and cleaning. She transformed the entire space into something sparkling, something that she didn't see hours before.

She took a shower and got to lie on her bed, the only peace she could find after all that had happened to her through the day, until her eyes drifted into sleep. She went to those familiar dreams where she always escaped, the dreams that made her not feel entirely worthless; a different world where she was everything she had wished to become.

"Navine was not found in the pack, Lyzara." The man who was the most handsome man, even more than Derula, stepped into the dream, towering over her as her face contorted with more confusion.

"There's no way you can tell me that Navine is not in the pack."

"Instead of worrying about Navine or dreams, why don't you worry about me more? Hm?" he asked, stepping closer to her. "You need to take a rest. I'm having a meeting with the councils. I don't want you barging in like you did last time. If you have some spare time, try taking your lessons on shooting arrows more seriously."

He turned to leave while she grabbed a hold of his hand.

"You really don't think... we... should consummate our marriage?"

CHAPTER SEVEN

LOCATION: RANGERS PACK

LYZARA, QUEEN OF THE RANGERS PACK

"Consummate our marriage?" Lucien pushed back while Lyzara nodded her head before looking at her servants and maids to step back so she could talk freely with him.

"Yeah, you still think I'm a kid," she said, while Lucien smiled, turning to look at her.

"I don't think you're a kid," he said before his hand shot out to touch her head. "I will have the elders fix up a date for us, the most time for star aligning..."

"We can even do it right now. You don't need all those star signs to sleep with your wife..." Lyzara pressured further, while Lucien sighed, looking at her. This minute, she was worried about Navine, who had been nonexistent for over six years. She couldn't sleep through the night because of Navine, so he searched the entire town, and now she's worried about a consummation? He brought his hand to touch her head, wondering how she had grown up so much.

"I will look into it," he said and strode out.

"He won't look into it, would he?" she asked no one in particular, her eyes sweeping over every servant and maid that bowed their heads lower. "He won't look into it. He doesn't want to mate with me, does he? How could he marry a queen that he doesn't want to sleep with?" she continued.

"Ma, it's time for the dinner with the women..." a servant started saying before Lyzara’s gaze swept across the room to meet her.

"Are you trying to say that I'm not serious about what I'm saying, and what you're about to report is better than what I have to say?"

"No ma..." The servant began to fret, falling to the floor immediately, her face to the ground while Lyzara looked over angrily. "I deserve to be punished for my hasty talk instead of letting you finish what you had to say."

"Now you know your crime so well that you even recite it by heart," she said, biting her lower lip. "Bring Merida to me now," she said. "I won't have Lucien dining with her ever again." The last time it happened, there were rumors Merida entered Lucien's private chambers. There's no way Lucien will have feelings for that woman; she'd kill Merida before that ever happened.

"Ma?" The servant on the floor paused to think as she remembered that she was just ordered to do something. Something that would cost her life.

"You heard me. Bring me Merida, right now," she repeated, and not only the servant felt like they had just been given a death sentence; everyone in the room felt that way. Merida hated when Lyzara sent her maids or her dogs to come fetch her all in the name of Lyzara being queen. The last time, she chopped off a large chunk of a maid's hair as a response to Lyzara, which caused quite a stir between the two women. Even Lucien couldn't resolve the conflict.

"I wonder why Lucien keeps that woman in this palace. Anyone has an idea why?" Lyzara said out of thought, but they scrambled to produce answers. Her gaze swept across the room to the maid still on the floor, sweating profusely, her life flashing before her eyes as much as she was shaking.

"What are you still doing down there? Bring me Merida NOW!!" she yelled, and the maid scrambled to her feet and went out of the room. She stood pacing, biting her fingers. "Seriously, Lucien is always giving our consummation a thought... why? Don't tell me it's really because of Merida?" she said, expecting an answer from one of them.

"Maybe... maybe he's actually waiting for the right time," one replied, swallowing, while Lyzara looked at her as if she wanted to decide what to do with her contribution. She nodded her head while the servant seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as her comment seemed to be approved.

"Maybe he's pining for Merida," one said, and everyone in the room gasped immediately. Who dared sign their death warrant without their consent? Lyzara was also searching for the speaker who dared say what she would mostly not want to hear at the moment.

She found her, and her head bowed lower to the floor, shaking. "Why do you say that?" she asked, hoping she would say what she wanted to hear or risk losing her life for daring to interfere by measuring up Merida to her.

"It's obvious that he is. If you don't deal with Merida, once and for all, in the end, you may be the one stepping down for her to rule by Lucien's side."

"How dare you say that to our queen!" The servants seized her and forced her to the floor immediately. "How could you open your loud mouth and annoy the queen!"

"I'm sorry..." The servant quickly apologized, sweating profusely on the floor while they pinned her.

"She has a point. A big point," Lyzara acknowledged, and everyone gasped at her approval. "She's right. If I don't show Merida her place, she may actually replace me. I need to act fast," she said, just as the servants released the one pinned to the floor who was thanking her stars silently for sparing her life this time.

Just then, the one who ran out to bring Merida ran in, panting heavily. "My queen..."

"Where is she?"

"She has only one message for you," the maid started, fearing for her own life she may lose after repeating what Merida told her. "Stop ordering her around. If there's anyone who's to be ordered around between the two of you, it's you, who was found with no real family and no real origin..."

Lyzara's insides began to vibrate immediately. "She said that to you?" she asked, while the servant shook her head severally. Lyzara didn't waste time bunching her dress into her hands to allow her easy movement as she marched towards Merida's chambers immediately.

"How dare her insult the queen!!" Lyzara raged as she walked past several servants, Betas, and Alphas who bowed as she passed. "She's got some nerve. She is going to leave the palace today."

She was stopped by a guard in front of Merida's door.

"How can I help you, Queen Lyzara?" the guard dared say, still blocking her way. What did she find most insulting: Merida's sudden growing audacity or the disrespect from a mere bodyguard?

"You're obstructing the road of the queen!" one of Lyzara's servants shouted, and she heard a sharp snort behind her. She turned to see Merida standing there. Her long red hair was packed into a bun. She was wearing a loose dress, with that mischievous glint in her eyes that always made Lyzara's skin crawl.

"You mean Queen by contract?"