Feral Desires: Luna’s Revenge

Haley's Point Of View

“Daddy, can you shift for me? I want to ride on your back through the woods!” Clara’s voice rang out, clear and full of excitement.

I watched as she ran to her father and tugged at his arm. Randolf impatiently yanked his arm away from her grip, but Clara didn't relent, her eyes wide and pleading. She was so innocent, so full of life, so ignorant of what was going on around her. My heart ached to give her everything she wanted, but I knew better.

“Clara, behave yourself,” I said gently. “This is your birthday party. You have guests to entertain.”

I glanced up at the people who had gathered to celebrate with my daughter. The birthday party for my daughter, the princess of Blackthorn Pack, was being held in the garden of the pack mansion. Tables had been set up for the guests, laden with wine and several platters of finger food. They all looked happy and animated, sharing in the Alpha's joy, but I felt far from happy.

I turned to my husband, the Alpha. Randolf barely acknowledged his own daughter. His attention was elsewhere, as usual. I followed his gaze and felt my stomach turn. Rachel, the daughter of the pack’s head warrior, was hovering nearby. She had a pitcher of wine in her hands, and she was pouring his wine with a practiced smile. She was always so eager to serve him.

I hated how she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her breasts. I hated the way Randolf gave her a smile full of unsaid, seductive words, the way his eyes traveled towards her exposed bosom, and lower.

I hated how she lingered near him, always finding an excuse to be close. But I was tired of fighting it. I’d known about their affair for years, even when I was still Princess Haley of the Fangfire Pack, and before I became Randolf's Luna.

I'd known ever since I caught them in his office, too close to be just friends. I’d confronted Randolf back then, but it didn’t change anything. As usual, he vehemently denied having anything to do with her, and ordered me to stop asking questions. And over time, I stopped trying.

With Clara around, I had to focus on what was important. I was the Luna of this pack now, and I needed to keep up appearances. The pack respected me, they admired me, and they adored Clara. I couldn’t let my personal pain inflicted by Randolf destroy that.

Clara was still clinging to Randolf’s arm, her small face full of hope. “Please, Daddy? Just for a little while?”

Rachel’s smile slipped for a moment, and I saw the tension in his posture. He hated being put on the spot, especially in front of his pack members. I could feel the anger starting to grow inside of him, the annoyance. Clara had no idea what she was stirring up.

I had to fix things before he unleashed everything on her.

“Clara, come here,” I called softly, trying to distract her. "Here, let us start to open your birthday presents."

But my daughter was persistent, her attention fixed solely on her father.

"Daddy, please!" She urged. "Just this once."

Randolf finally looked down at her, his eyes cold, and I knew that he'd reached the peak. "Enough." He snapped at the child. "Find something else to do, will you?"

“But Daddy, it’s my birthday,” she insisted, her voice dropping into a whine. “Just once, please?”

Randolf shot an angry glance at me, silently telling me to control my daughter. He was not a man who liked to be pushed, especially not by a child, even if that child was his daughter. I reached out to intervene, but Clara was already climbing onto his knee, her small hands gripping his shirt.

Suddenly, he growled. The sound was sharp, cutting through the chatter of the party, and drawing all eyes to us.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"