Chapter 3

• NYRA
• He paused, his brows raising slightly to see my reaction.
• But when I gave none, he frowned.
• Truth was, at that moment, I just wanted to slap him in the face.
• He hesitated, voice low. "The healer's test came in this morning. It is worse than I thought,"
• “I’m afraid we can’t go on with the wedding until she’s well.”
• "That's a pity! But what does this have to do with our wedding? I looked him straight in the eyes.
• "So why does the wedding have to be postponed once she comes back?"
• I didn’t bother to lower my tone.
• His brows flickered at my defiance. He glanced around briefly.
• "Don't cause a scene." He reached into his pockets. "Here. Take this." He stretched forward a file.
• My nostrils flared, not bothering to look at his outstretched hands.
• "Is this a joke?" My voice rose sharply.
• "No, it's not."
• "Is there something you're not telling me?" I snapped.
• His breath caught, only for a bit.
• His brows knitted. "Do you know something?"
• "I don't know. Is there something?"
• "No," he said more sharply than intended.
• He sighed softly. "Just take this."
• "What's it?" I said, still not interested in taking it.
• "It holds an ownership document to one of my estates out of town. Take it and stay there for a while. When you return, we'll hold the wedding,"
• "An even grander one," he added.
• My brows furrowed, and I blinked in confusion.
• "I'm confused. Rivena returns sick, I have to leave the Pack to make room for her?"
• He huffed, seemingly growing impatient. "Haven't you always wanted to leave the Pack? You said it didn't feel like home!" He didn't bother hiding the annoyance in his voice.
• I didn't want to listen to his nonsense anymore.
• So I yanked the file out of his hand, and shredded it into pieces with its content.
• His mouth grew loose as he watched and his eyes blared with anger.
• "Nyra!"
• By now, Warriors had now stopped to watch my act of defiance to their Alpha.
• "How about this?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Cancelling the wedding is an even better option. Go to hell!" I growled.
• And without a last glance, I marched away, ignoring his calls.
• "Cancel the wedding, huh? No one would take her in if she did that."
• "Her family does not want her anyways."
• "She would lose out so badly. No one wants to marry a wolfless girl anyways."
• "I can't believe she's being picky when our Alpha's only managing her and doing her a favor."
• "She doesn't deserve to be Luna anyways. Rivena's better."
• Their words rang incessantly in my head as I walked past.
• I growled, fuming with anger.
• I was going to ignore until her scent hit me—harshly.
• Rivena stepped out of the pack house, four to five maids behind her, and Luca's Gamma behind her as her guard.
• She, together with the maids carried baskets filled with fruits, foods and other gifts—holding them to her chest as though they were offerings.
• A wide smile played on her lips, her eyes filled with warmth, and her flowy yellow dress moved elegantly with the wind's aid.
• Warriors soon surrounded her, gushing over her as she handed them gifts.
• Soon, nearby workers in the estate joined, not wanting to miss out on her generous gifts.
• "Luna Rivena, you're the best!" A maid gushed with wide happy smiles.
• "I personally don't think you're a fake, Luna Rivena. I think you're authentic," a warrior joked and others shared in the laughter.
• Rivena giggled fakely—the words seemed to have struck a nerve but she masked it with a smile.
• "Thank you all, you're the best." She smiled widely, displaying fake concern.
• But I saw right through her deceit. She couldn't care less about any of them.
• She only wanted their support—one which she's always had.
• So I knew, this was a reminder—to me. That she'll always have what was rightfully mine.
• Just like at dinner yesterday, the same way they had disregarded me and fawned over her instead.
• It would always be her.
• The support of my people. My parents.
• I was going to turn, and leave. I couldn't care less. She could have the whole Pack's support for all I cared.
• I never truly belonged here anyways. I was never wanted. I was merely a tool they were going to use.
• She spotted me, and her lips curved. "Shouldn't the future Luna be doing this for her people?"
• Laughter paused, every one now turning to look at me.
• I smirked, calm. "Why should I bother? I have you to do it for me."
• Her smirk vanished. A deadly expression flashed through her eyes. Briefly.
• She smiled.
• "How about a sparring match? Shouldn't the future Luna know how to spar?" She faked a pitiful look. "Or is that too difficult without a wolf?"
• Some of the maids giggled, while the Warriors exchanged knowing mocking looks.
• I smirked. "Don't cry when it hurts."
• She frowned, and didn't wait.
• She lunged forward, swiftly but sloppy.
• I caught her fist, barely moving. I twisted her arms, pushing her backwards harshly.
• She stumbled, falling on her butt.
• Everyone's brows raised abruptly, shock spreading across their faces.
• I dust my dress slightly.
• Rivena growled loudly, embarrassed but refusing to accept defeat.
• She rose to her feet, then lunged again, flying and rolling a kick in the air.
• I caught her fist just before it could land on my face. I twisted her arms again, a yelp left her mouth.
• I didn't let that register, I pushed back. Hard. She flew back, falling and rolling into the sand—her face eating dust.
• I didn't wait. I sped to her, pinning her down roughly.
• I clawed at her throat, then dug in deeply.
• Gasps filled the air as blood spilled down her neck.
• "You talk too much for someone this easy to break." I muttered, voice icy yet calm.
• "How's she doing that?"
• "Isn't she wolfless?"
• "How could she tackle her easily like that?"
• Humiliation washed over Rivena and her cheeks heated up with embarrassment.
• "Get off me, you wolfless wrench!" she growled with anger.
• My hands raised and landed hard on her cheeks, the impact whipping her face to her sides.
• Gasps filled the air.
• Rivena stiffened in shock, her eyes widening as traces of my palm lined her cheeks.
• "You shut up, you thieving bitch!" I growled.
• I exhaled sharply, pulling away, dusting my gown.
• My brows snapped up when I noticed the strange silence that fell across the field.
• Rivena was still on the ground, writhing in pain, dust clinging to her hair and face.
• Everyone stared—not at her, but at me.
• Then it happened.
• A faint shimmer rippled across my skin—quick, like light catching water.
• For a second, something burned beneath my palm, a pulse so hot it made me flinch.
• I glanced down and saw it—a faint glow, silver trailing through my veins before vanishing as fast as it came.
• Gasps echoed around me.
• "What was that?" someone whispered.
• I looked up sharply, hiding my hand behind me.
• "What?" I snapped, though I felt it too—the strange thrum beneath my skin.
• Behind me, Luca growled.