Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chloe’s POV

The news of my father's demise spread like wildfire through the packs, leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. It seemed as though the very air carried the weight of the loss, dampening the spirits of all who heard.

Each and every members of the Red Moon Pack mourned.

Surprisingly, Vanessa spared no effort in ensuring that the funeral was a grand affair. She took charge and orchestrated a funeral befitting my father's stature. Every detail was meticulously planned.

I silently stood before the casket that held my father's lifeless body, a torrent of emotions surged within me. My chest clenched tightly and I could hardly breath. Inside, my heart was very heavy with sorrow.

“You look like you are at peace,” I whispered softly as I touched the casket where my father was laid.

In the past, my father was like a tall mountain. No matter what the situation was, he stood proudly and was filled with power. He held my life in his hand, and I could only helplessly follow him.

There was a long period in my life when I resented him.

Despite the power that he held in his hand, my father had failed to protect me. He even inflicted pain upon me countless times. I used to hate him... hate him to the point that I cut all of our communications with each other.

That time, I was certain that I did not want to see him anymore.

Yet, in his final moments, he had revealed a side of himself I had never seen before. He had bared his soul, expressing his true feelings, telling me that he loved me and cared for me deeply... and that he was in so much pain seeing me in pain.

I closed my eyes and sighed. My fingers trembled as I prevented the tears from falling out of my eyes.

the last moment of his life, he made me feel his

appeared in my eyes. And with my hand softly touching the side of

you, too.”

a silent vigil beside him as around me, the pack members continued to cry and grieve for the

erupted at the entrance. One by one, alphas from various packs began to arrive.

as one of the greatest potion masters had garnered him great prestige among

guarding the casket and honoring our father's

pack," Vanessa's words dripped with honeyed sweetness,

figure from a neighboring pack, offered a polite nod in response. "My condolences, Alpha Vanessa. Your father was highly respected among us.

pay respects. They had their own

his voice dripping with calculated charm. "Alpha Vanessa, my deepest sympathies for your loss.

intentions. "Thank you, Alpha Hawthorne. Your words mean a great deal to me. If there's anything I can do to

clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Vanessa's willingness to entertain these alphas, to prioritize their flattery over honoring

can you be?’ I thought as I sent Vanessa a sharp glance. She was blind to their ulterior motives, blind to the fact that they sought

For years, he suppressed the rival packs and established the Red Moon Pack as a force to be

gone, it was this very dominance that now painted a target on our backs. The alphas from those packs, lurking in the

at them quietly

I was ready to leave the red moon pack. Now that my father was gone, inside the pack, there was no one I cared about. Moreover, Vanessa did not seem to need me. In fact,

figure who had always been ruthless towards me. But something had changed. Her once icy demeanor seemed to have softened,

between us became palpable. Despite our strained relationship, I understood that Lisa loved my father in her own flawed way. His death had struck a deep chord within her, a chord

could think properly, I heard myself talking to her.