Landons POV



From then on, Nadia and I became closer than we ever were. More than when we had each other to ourselves.

She went back to Vance that night happy like a new bride, because we had made up with each other.

For the first time since Vance came between us, we were genuinely happy, or so I think.


For my sake, Nadia's, and all other unfortunate pack females, I think I'm off having sex with everything that does not have a third leg. My undiluted focus is on getting the throne from Vance.

'What did he say when you got back yesterday?" I asked Nadia, when she strutted into my house the very next day.


She threw an amused look at me, and ignored the question like it was about someone of little to no relevance. She grabbed a cup of milk and sat down, took a generous amount of it in and dropped the near empty cup before looking at me.

'Not like I care anymore." She started, 'But something along the lines of ‘You should not be doing this, blah blah, You're Luna, you're supposed to be submissive, I don't know what has gotten over me'. Rubbish!" She made a face that almost made me fall head long to the floor while reeling with laughter. Who would have though that she would still be as miserable with Vance. I pity him. He definitely has no idea of what is coming, and that's what I call surprise.

'Oh well!" I said after getting my breath back. 'Remember you have to keep showing up and keep on role playing. The end is near, really near, I smell it." I continued, rubbing her silky hair.

'It's really tiring," Nadia continued, 'The bastard keeps comparing me to Talia, that dead gone…" She had gone too far before realising I had stopped feeling her story and that deadly look was already creeping on my face.

'I'm sorry." She apologized, looking disappointed in herself and ashamed for ruining our moment, making things weird all over again.

'It actually just shows how you really felt about her." I replied. 'You are just a bloody fake who banged her husband at every point while they were together and couldn't wait to get under him after you killed her." I said, mad and blindly.

The mistake Nadia made was thinking I hated Talia, I never really did. To be fair, I felt dislike and many other emotions at different points in time, but it was never really hate, I don't think I would call it hate. She was a sacrifice that also had to be paid, as if things had gone my way, she'd probably be dead too, just that she would have been company for Vance.

I still have a hard time making peace with the fact that she had to go, and Vance who was the object of everything is still well and alive. She was sacrificed for nothing by Nadia's jealousy. That hurts! She was once my little sister who I raised and nurtured after we lost our parents. Blood would always be thicker than water.

All the while Nadia is staring at me, lost remorseful and definitely looks like she has loads of things she regret, but I can bet my life that killing Nadia is definitely not one of it.

I feel a lot of emotions take over me all at once. The most prominent however has to be that feeling of failure. Up till this point, I've been nothing but a pathetic failure. All my enemies are still up and alive and the only thing that has changed is the fact that I have no more blood kin alive.

What is this?! What have I done?! Here I am still entertaining a lost love who has all the capacity to ruin me and watch me die, just as she did to my sister. My sister! Fuck!

I started to see my late dad. I don't like what is going on. I was never one to have such strange visions and see sights beyond natural or lupine. He had the look he always had since I knew him before his death. That resting disappointed look, that only faded for quite a while when he married his second chance mate, Talia's mom. It got back when we fled Silverhaven and became rouges in Moonstone before being taken in by Vance's father who took a liking to my father, making him beta and trumping the appointment of his already misbehaving beta, who he eventually had to put to death after the death of Vance's cheating mother.

My head begins to get whoozy, but I don't eat to embarrass myself before Nadia. Having to convince her that I do not have an underlying health issue would be ten times harder than forgiving her all she ever did to me…and my family.

'Leave!" I shouted at her. She definitely doesn't know I cant see even with my eyes open, but I keep them shut anyways. 'Get out!" I yelled again, and I hear her scamper out of my house.

I started walking around blindly, feeling for somewhere I could crash on while this plays its course out. But suddenly, the house does not feel like mine anymore. I can't seem to locate the chairs where they were, or I thought they used to be. Nothing seems like it is in its place anymore.

'Who are you?!" I kept screaming. Someway, somehow in my head, I began to feel someone was around. Probably the bastard had the ability to make people see things and I playing out the most horrible highlights of my life in the most horrible way and succession.

Right after watching my mom die, my dad remarried Talia's mom who was the omega, but also, tobe fair, a very attractive woman. He married her defying all laid rules and laws stating against an Alpha having sexual relations with an omega.

They managed to deceive the pack for only so long saying they had not consummated their marriage and so nothing could happen as such naturally toxic union could bring ill on the pack.

Their cover was blown the day Talia's mom's baby bump, started protruding her clothes. Eavesdropping on certain hushed conversations, I discovered she was already four months gone.

Aborting a child with Alpha blood would only cause far worse than whatever anyone felt their union could ring.

I remember the unfortunate day like it was yesterday…