Chapter 130
“I just got off the phone with Lucien Vitell’s assistant.”
I turned slowly. “You what?”
She grinned like a devil with lip gloss.
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“He’s listening, Vaela. He knows who we are. He knows our parents locked us up and threw away the key. And he knows Elowen Thorne is gaining power.”
Her voice twisted when she said Elowen’s name, the way you’d say a slur if you knew you wouldn’t get caught.
Elowen. The mistake. The thief. Everything that was supposed to be ours… got handed to her.
The pack’s loyalty. My father’s trust. The damn Moon Goddess‘ blessing. It was sick. Our mother kept us updated on the goings on of the pack and finding out Elowen had been twice blessed made me want to fucking puke. She was trusting like that. She’d fucking regret trusting us.
I used to dream of being a Luna someday, standing next to Rylen in the moonlight, my hair braided with silver, his hand on my hip as I led our people like the Stormclaw blood I was born from.
Instead? That feral little orphan bitch stumbled into our lives and stole it all like it was a fucking fairytale she didn’t even earn.
Soria Stormclaw POV
Rylen is engaged. Vaela’s Rylen.
Engaged. To fucking Taya Quinn. That red headed slut. I seethed silently. My wolf was unresponsive in my head. Our wolves had been mad at us for a while, begging us to apologize and help Elowen and worship the Moon Goddess. Fuck that. They can all die.
That was the last straw. The final nail in the pretty little coffin our mother and father had shoved us into. Luna Aelira sent the message herself, some sugarcoated blessing about “love” and “fate” and how she couldn’t wait to see us at the bonding ceremony.
I had stared at my phone screen so long I thought my eyes would bleed. That ring should’ve been Vaela’s. She and I were born to rule, blooded into it.
We trained, we studied, we charmed. And Rylen? He’d looked at her like she mattered. He kissed her. We were supposed to have options. To choose our mates, our path, our legacy.
Instead, he let himself get swallowed up by some unstable, red haired disaster who can’t even control her own wolf. She was nothing. Not royal blood, not even beta she was a lowly gamma. Disgusting.
“She doesn’t deserve them,” I whispered to my wolf as I crossed the room, silver magic glowing under my fingernails. “Any of them. And if Lucien helps us escape? I’ll rip her apart slowly. Make her watch everything she loves burn.”
My wolf Sierra whimpered in my head. “Please Soria, don’t do this. The Moon Goddess is forgiving. Come back to us.” She paused as I growled and bared my teeth, “The Moon Goddess has a message. If you go through with this, you’re going to lose me. Possibly your magic.”
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I growled in thought. Lose my wolf and magic. I paused in front of the mirror, admiring the sharpness of my jawline, the cruel curve of my lips. Beautiful. Dangerous. Controlled. We didn’t need our parents. We didn’t need the pack. We didn’t need our fucking wolves or moon magic.
We had each other. That was enough.
Sierra whined softly in my head.
Vaela POV
The academy thought they were clever, locking us in with nannies and nuns and girls who cried when the full moon came. But we had been working angles since the moment we got here.
Every girl in the east dorm? Mine.
They called themselves the “Silver Belles,” wore their skirts rolled too high, and answered only to me and Soria. We ran this school like a wolf pack, our pack. Rules bent when we blinked. Teachers blushed when we spoke.
I’d already hexed the headmistress’s car twice. She still didn’t know. We practiced at night. In secret. In the chapel basement where the moonlight streamed through the stained glass and made our skin glow like goddesses.
We weren’t children anymore. We were magic. We both had moon magic and we were both good at it.
And soon? We would be free.
Genie whined softly in my head, “Vaela please, The Moon Goddess sends a message. If you and Soria go through with this you may lose your wolves and magic. Please reconsider.”
I growled and spun on my heel, meeting eyes with Soria as she shook her head no. I nodded. We didn’t need them. Fuck it. Genie whimpered softly.
Soria POV
We composed the message together, our fingers brushing, eyes lit with something primal. We didn’t care if our wolves left. We could learn blood magic. We could even have a Vampire turn us. That sounded a much better option.
To: Lucien Virell
We’re ready to deal. Break us out, and we’ll help you destroy them from the inside. We have power. Influence. And motive. Don’t waste it.
-V+S
It was done.
We sat back, letting the words linger on the screen like a match before the spark. Vaela grinned beside me, legs stretched across the gold- threaded comforter like she owned the world.
And maybe she did.
Maybe we did.
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Let the kingdom worship their broken little Elowen. She won’t survive what’s coming.
Not once we step back into the game.
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