There is no way that man is the Lycan King, and my soon to be husband!” I screamed in my head.
Father had moved us to the formal dining room now, taking his place at the end with Lucretia and leaving me to sit beside the Lycan King. Everyone seemed joyous and their chatters continued till I spaced out, thinking about what was going to be of my life.
I did more of picking food pieces than actually eating, as my mind drifted to Dahlia and just how lucky she was to escape this fate I was being forced into.
“The food is not to your liking?” I looked up sharply, my gaze locking with that of the Lycan King. The whole table had gone quiet and I quickly turned to look at my Father, glancing over Lucretia who already wore a pinched look.
I turned back to the Lycan King. “Uh, No, My King. It’s just-–“ I looked back at my father and then again, to the Lycan King. “---I don’t like peas”, I finished.
Immediately I said it, a server rushed to my side and lifted my plate, murmuring an apology as he rushed off with my meal.
“This is so awkward”, I said to myself, thinking about the last time someone apologized for doing me wrong.
“Don’t be afraid to speak up when you’re not interested in something”, the Lycan King said while looking at me, I turned my face away from him, but he gently lifted my chin and tilted my head to face him.
“Did you hear me?” He asked, a stern look masking his gorgeous face.
“Yes, my king”, I replied, not wanting to cause any more problems. The last thing I needed was to sabotage this engagement. Lucretia would have my head for it.
“You weren't so respectful when we met earlier”, he said this, placing his hands over my clenched fists as I shot him warning glares. Father looked mortified when he heard the Lycan king's report. Lucretia looked like she would faint.
“I didn’t know who you were then” I finally answered, after which his fingers gently unclasped mine, before laying heavily on my downturned hands, causing me to gulp. As expected, he found my reaction funny.
“You’re saying you’d have been nicer if you knew I was to be your mate?” he asked, the solid weight of his hand still pressed on mine.
I looked at him, this time failing to hide my ire. “I’m saying I wouldn’t have chastised you for roaming on grounds that aren’t yours.” I immediately regretted my choice of words as I could see the impact it had on everyone seated, the Lycan King most especially.
His hand withdrew from mine as he reclined to his seat, my skin suddenly missing the warmth of his. “I admire the fire in you.” He said slowly, gazing at me with an odd look in his eyes —“Call me Rafael, seeing as we’re about to be wed.”
He took a sip of his wine as he said this, unbothered by the fact that he had shocked the rest of us into silence. Everyone was just staring at me with something akin to wonder in their eyes and I had to look away, grateful when the server finally returned with my pea-less meal.
The dinner was finished soon and we all headed back to the throne room. The Lycan King, Rafael, was speaking to my father in hushed tones and my father occasionally threw worrisome glances at me the longer they spoke.
“Ophelia.” I walked to my father’s side, intentionally avoiding eye contact with Rafael.
“Yes, Father”, I replied.
“King Rafael wants to speak with you.” At my accepting nod, he added warily, “Alone, in my study.”
Alpha Rafael was shown to my father’s study as I silently trailed behind him. Lucretia pushed the door open and stepped aside for the both of us to step in. Immediately I walked in, I turned to stop her from closing the door, but she quickly shut the door in my face.
Alpha Rafael and I were cocooned in the dim lighting of my father’s large study…alone. Somehow, the large space now looked so small and it took several minutes before I turned back to face him.
“Come closer, Ophelia”, he ordered as he sat on one of my father’s leather couches, his thighs spread apart, with his hands resting on the arms of the couch.
The only bulb turned on in the room was the one beside him, a pitiful wall lamp that gave off a dull glow but still managed to bathe his skin in a magnificent glow. He looked ethereal like this, shrouded in darkness, with only a sliver of light gliding across his face and neck.
Propelled to listen to his order, I stepped closer and closer, till I was a hair’s breadth away from him. “Closer. Still.” There seemed to be an untapped fire licking beneath his veins because as I still remained rooted to my spot, he stretched a hand out, seizing my wrist and yanking me down, onto his lap.
“What – ” I let out a yelp, and tried to stand almost immediately, but he didn’t let me as he pulled me firmly into his chest till I was frozen by the contact. I decided to sit still and say nothing as I silently waited for this nightmare to be over.
It seemed the rumors about him were true. “Mmh. Some of them are, Yes.” I turned at his gruff affirmation, because I’d somehow said that last part out loud.
“But they’re also wrong about your family. So, tell me –” he said, his hands carefully wrapping around my middle. “Are you the enigmatic and popular sister, or the defective one?” he asked.
My mouth hung open as I sought for an answer to give him. My wolf wasn’t bound at my own volition. On noticing my distraught expression, he let out a little laugh, the warmth of his breath brushing my temple. His hands moved from my waist and he finally let me slide off his lap.
I got on my feet the next second, glaring down at him. “You’re uncouth!” I said, my face burning with anger as I struggled to remember his title. Alpha. Lycan King. Husband. Mate.
“Your family is much worse than what you call me. I’d been promised the best from this pack and yet, I’m somehow being swindled into accepting the fallible one…Alpha Kieran’s mistake.”
He rose from his seat and stepped towards me, moving round my person before lifting a finger and trailing it down my cheek. My face was downturned, my father’s shame too heavy to overlook. Alpha Rafael tilted my head to face his, ensuring my eyes locked with his before he continued,
“What do you propose be done to your family for such deceit, Little Dove?”
The fire didn’t burn us.Not in the way we expected.It peeled. It seared. But not flesh identity.As we passed through the threshold of Valden’s Gate, the air turned thick and golden, like walking through breath made of heat. The ground pulsed beneath each step, sand turning to glass, then back to ash. The walls were molten stone, veined with veins of obsidian that flickered with runes too old to name.Every heartbeat echoed. Every thought felt loud.Rafael kept pace beside me, sweat glistening on his brow. Dahlia walked with one hand on the stone wall, whispering translations under her breath. Seris’s eyes glowed faintly with a red hue, her breath shallow but controlled.This place wasn’t just hot. It was alive.The Chamber of TrialAfter what felt like hours, the tunnel opened into a wide chamber.A circle of flame burned in the center.No fuel. No scent.Just heat. Color. Will.Seven stone seats formed a ring around the flame, but only one was lit by its glow.As we entered, a voi
The snow thinned as we rode south.What began as frost and stillness soon gave way to red clay earth, then dry wind and sun-cracked stone. The transition from Elarion's chill to Valden's burn was not merely physical. It was elemental.The first gate tested memory.The second would test endurance.Seris said she dreamed of flame trees that bled sand, and skies that whispered names into her bones. Dahlia worked feverishly with her maps, trying to match the stars of the desert to the shifting sigils above the Hollow. She muttered phrases in old tongues, drawing arcane alignments in the dust as if decoding something older than language.And Rafael, ever alert, rode closer to me now than ever before."This time," he said, "I walk through the Gate with you."I didn’t argue. This gate would not be mine alone to face.The Desert of the ForgottenWe reached the outskirts of Valden after seven days of heat, stone, and shadow.The desert was a graveyard of broken monuments half-buried statues wi
I emerged from the Gate like a breath rising from cold water.The air hit me like a rebirth sharp, immediate, alive. Snow clung to my cloak. My lungs burned. The frost hadn’t retreated, but it no longer felt foreign. It felt like mine.The others were waiting. Rafael had arrived.He stood beside Dahlia, her eyes wide, her face pale. Seris knelt in the snow with her palms pressed to the earth, whispering something to the ice.Rafael rushed to me. "You were gone for two hours. We couldn’t follow you."I looked at the horizon."I wasn’t just gone. I was elsewhere."The Gate’s EchoBehind me, the Elarion tower pulsed.No longer cracked.Its glass shimmered with gentle light, the fracture sealed not with frost but with choice.The Gate had accepted my answer.And now, its silence was not warning.It was waiting.A new harmony had settled over the landscape, as though even the wind was listening now.ReunionRafael touched my hand, his warmth grounding me. "What did you see?""Versions of m
I emerged from the Gate like a breath rising from cold water.The air hit me like a rebirth sharp, immediate, alive. Snow clung to my cloak. My lungs burned. The frost hadn’t retreated, but it no longer felt foreign. It felt like mine.The others were waiting. Rafael had arrived.He stood beside Dahlia, her eyes wide, her face pale. Seris knelt in the snow with her palms pressed to the earth, whispering something to the ice.Rafael rushed to me. "You were gone for two hours. We couldn’t follow you."I looked at the horizon."I wasn’t just gone. I was elsewhere."The Gate’s EchoBehind me, the Elarion tower pulsed.No longer cracked.Its glass shimmered with gentle light, the fracture sealed not with frost but with choice.The Gate had accepted my answer.And now, its silence was not warning.It was waiting.A new harmony had settled over the landscape, as though even the wind was listening now.ReunionRafael touched my hand, his warmth grounding me. "What did you see?""Versions of m
I stepped into the Gate.The world vanished in an instant.No sound. No snow. No wind. Only an endless expanse of mirrored frost, stretching outward in every direction. My breath fogged, but I saw no sky. No ceiling. No walls. It was as if I had fallen into the breath between moments, into a silence that remembered everything.Elarion wasn’t a place.It was a memory.And I was inside it.ReflectionsI walked forward though I could not say how far or how long. Every step echoed, not around me, but inside me. It was as though the Gate was not simply showing me something it was reading me.As I moved, the mirrors began to shimmer.Each one showed a different version of my life.In one, I ruled the Crescent Court as queen, my enemies kneeling.In another, I bore a daughter with Rafael, our family whole and unbroken.In a third, I was alone a shadow walking the Hollow, never choosing love, never touching fire.There were more.A hundred versions of me. Some joyful. Some monstrous. Some bro
The journey north felt different this time.I was not a queen on a warpath or a prophet heeding a vision. I was something smaller, simpler, and yet heavierA woman returning to the part of herself she had buried beneath the snow.We rode fast.Xander led a handful of Hollow blooded scouts while Seris rode beside me, silent but focused. Behind us, the wind carried no sound but the crunch of hooves over frostbitten earth. Even the air felt muted, as though the world was holding its breath.The ice thickened. The trees thinned.And ahead, the sky changed.It turned glassy.And the light bent wrong.Elarion was close.Arrival at the TowerThe black tower emerged from the snow like a blade stabbed into the sky.Dahlia stood near the stone perimeter, her cloak rimmed in frost, her posture alert.When I dismounted, she didn’t speak. She only opened her hand to show me the ring I’d given her, now cracked down the center."It started last night," she said. "The Gate is bleeding memories."Seri