Tracy's POV

To say I was in shock when I saw Vance half dead, held up by the little lady who wasn't in so much better condition herself, would have been an understatement.


I wanted to slap myself across the face hard, and tell the bad dreams to be gone, but their voices were hushed and desperate, so I played along.

I got up and went up to meet them. She sure looked prettier under the moonlight.

After rapping out all the instructions to me, Vance took his, battered self in to get some much needed rest, while I was to see to his new fancy.


Some says, I wanted to give, even the littlest fuck about Nadia, but she constantly prove to me that she wasn't worth it.

It's been girls after girls since the former Luna, Talia, passed.


Vance, who I do not feel for on a regular day, had gone down a very steep path of debauchery. Nadia didn't seem to care too much. She obviously had all she wanted, just to be the Luna. The most useless one I had ever seen.

She was very commanding and authoritative. A lot of palace servants, whom she never knew ran away barely months into the appointment.

She made life hard for everyone, and clearly, Vance wasn't exempted.

She had a really disgusting personality. And it didn't help that she was still frolicking with her ex, Landon.

That had to be the second most annoying bastard after Nadia. It was really hard to believe that he was the brother of the sweet little girl that they all connived to send to her early grave.

If their Moon Goddess was real, they ought not to have lived past a second after framing her for what she knew nothing about.

Thinking about their family dynamics was the most interesting, yet the most stressful thing to do.

One day things were fine and okay, and finally looked like things were taking shape, the stars were finally aligning in their favor. Talia got married to Vance and it really looked like a happy ever after.

After a year of watching both of them grow in love and understanding for each other, I almost swore to set aside my resentment against Vance. I wanted him to have a chance at a meaningful life, something I and my son never had. With the hopes that I could watch my son grow through him, and maybe even experience a bit of what my horrible lifestyle made me miss out on through Talia.

Admittedly, I was a tough nut to crack. I wasn't exactly always there for her. I served her like I would serve any other one in her position, like I serve the very revolting new Luna.

I wasn't surprised when just three years later, on their third wedding anniversary specifically, he announced that his heir was coming through Nadia. Talia must've been broke, but I couldn't think it was even up to mine.

That one stupid move Vance pulled, took the rug off under our legs and set everyone around him spiraling.

No one might have noticed, but Talia died far long before Nadia and her lunatic brother put her to death.

I watched how the poor innocent girl wasted away trying to love Vance while he consistently did all he could do to repel her.

“Stop. Stop!” I shouted aloud. I used to be quiet when I let myself go down the ugly road of memories.

Thankfully, no one was near, it was safe.

Vance was still recovering from whatever it was and as expected, Nadia was very unhelpful, leaving him to me and leaving the palace to us both.

For most of the day, he slept, woke up and said incoherent things to himself before drifting off again.

It wasn't exactly a good time, but it was far better than when things were ‘well’ and I had to suffer seeing both of the fool themselves and still bang the fuck out of each other.

They must have thought this old bitch did not know what they were doing.

I had just gotten back from taking the portions of food Vance commanded for Isla to her. His new little bitch. At least, she came close to Talia in looks, unlike…

She had depth to her top. Quite a strange girl. I had been to her basement just three times, and all those times, she said things that gave away the fact that she knew more than she seemed to, or was supposed to.

She was finding her bearing too well for one who was new to Moonstone.

In less than two weeks of her presence and she had already risen to catch Vance's attention.

It was quite impressive. When I shamelessly look back, if I had caught an Alpha's attention the way she had, my future would most definitely have been brighter.

She was quick mouthed, never knew when to shut up. Her strength looked way beyond her mouth too.

She was handling her battered body better than Vance was handling his . The attack days ago must've been the reason, even though Vance wasn't around when it happened.

I normally shouldn't concern myself with their wolf matters, but I was surrounded by all wolves. Very few people knew I was fully human.

I had to be in the loop. Moonstone was slowly falling apart, the least I could do was to be pre informed.

“Woah. Easy now.” I definitely wasn't a superhuman or anything of that sort, but I had my fair share of far hearing.

I suspended hearing footsteps minutes ago, and the voice confirmed it.

I looked out as soon as the shadow disappeared. Something was up and I knew it. All I had to do was wait for thenws to come to me.

I dragged out the box I had safely tucked under my bed for the past twenty years. It was my bad habit, anytime I began to feel blue, or when things got to me too much, I all I had to do was lock myself up and pleasure myself.

It had everything I needed to transport me out of this universe to the one I had always wanted to be in.

All my memories of my baby boy were locked there, the first ring I ever got from a man, a young boy who fell so deep in love with me and made me keep his ring till I ‘loved me enough to marry me’. I still remembered the colour of his hair, crispy ginger. How it tossed in the wind, how he stuttered when I told him I preferred the life of a whore to what he was willing to offer. Little did I know I was saving myself the burden of being a yound widow, as he died a few years after from some diseas of the blood. I remember how the town made a joke of the fact that it was me who gave it to him.

It also had something I couldn't live without, drugs. My personal saviour. My psychedelics. It was how I spent my nights on most days. How I could live with myself at all.

I saw the little world I thought I had crumbling apart, but it didn't make me sad, I was rather happy. Happy to watch it again and not be in it. Happy to see the control I had on people's husband, happy to move somewhere respectable with my son, happy to watch him go so he didn't get to experience all the sit life had put me through after him. Happy to work for the killer of my boy, happy to kill his own bride, happy to watch him marry his biggest undoing, happy to see his bets was his most hated friend turned enemy, happy to see things going bad for him, happy to see he couldn't do without me, happy to see Nadia sneak Landon into the palace to fuck him on Vance's bed, while Vance took his girls to some other side of town.

All the chaos, and I was happy to be at the center of it. Ha ha ha!