THE ALPHA’S BRUTAL CLAIM
"You wanted me to fail," she yelled, her voice shaking with rage and desperation. "You wanted me to prove you right."
"No." My voice was a low, feral growl. "I wanted to know if you'd stand your ground. And you did." You stood your ground, held my life in your hand, and chose to keep it breathing. That was all I needed to see.
Her defiance was a thin wall, her trembling betraying her. "This doesn't make me yours."
I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from hers. The scent of her… of wood smoke and sweat, and something wild and unmistakably Lyra… filled my senses. "You already are," I whispered against her lips. "Even in your hate."
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Lyra, the last warrior-heir of Ravengarde, detests Kael, the cruel enemy alpha who murdered her family, burned her castle, and claimed her as his ruthless spoils. Imprisoned in his domineering Shadowfen Keep, her rage is a burning blaze, battling the forbidden, wild linkage that brings her closer with each bitter glance and each jealous touch. She promises to kill him, break free from his shadow magic, even as his control ignites a deadly, forbidden desire in her. But when Lyra learns the horrible truth… that the betrayal that had destroyed her clan was not schemed by Kael, but by her own ruthless bloodline in a lust for power… her world shatters. Every sadistic phrase, every brutal touch she endured under Kael's command now bears an abject truth: the enemy that she had sworn to kill was, in reality, protecting her, and is now very likely the only one who can save her from a much darker fate than his claim.
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Chapter: Chapter 9: The Echo and the InfernoLYRAMy bedroom is silent in a manner that's louder than the slamming door. It's screaming in my ears, a shrieking echo of what has just happened… of what I let him do, what I did. I'm leaning against the rough wood, my breath coming in irregular, ragged gasps, and my fingers are at my mouth. They're burning. Actually burning, like his mouth branded me. I can still taste him… pine, night, and something dark and sweet, something that's just Kael… and it's everywhere, sunk into me. I scrub at my mouth with the back of my hand, hard, until the skin burns, but it doesn't help. The heat just spreads, down my throat, into my chest, a slow, throbbing ache that feels like betrayal."It meant nothing," I whisper to the vacant room, my voice low, the words a lie even to my own ears. "Just a strategy. Another means of breaking me."But my body does not care. It's vibrating, alive, remembering the implacable wall of his chest under my hands, the bruising but possessive manner in which his hands g
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Chapter: Chapter 8: An Offered BladeKAELThe door shuts behind her and the atmosphere in my chambers shifts. It grows thicker, charged. I feel her before I even turn… a pull in my blood, a wild, angry strength that is just… Lyra. She's standing there, and I can feel her silver eyes on my back, tracing the scars there, each one a story, a failure, a lesson. I let her look. I let the silence between us grow, a test, the first of many tonight. She's the one who breaks it, of course she is… her voice flat and firm, a shield she thinks can protect her."You wanted to see me?"I turn slowly, making sure she gets a good view of everything that I am, the firelight traveling over old scars and spare muscle. I want her to see the man, not the Alpha… real flesh and blood. In my hand, I hold the dagger, the obsidian wolf carved into the hilt, the steel catching what little light there is. It's a part of my will, my history. I hold it out to her, hilt forward… an offer, an appeal, a confession maybe, a death wish maybe. I don't know
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Sting of ContemptLYRAThe noise in this hall is too loud, and it’s taking away my breath… more like choking me. Even the bowl of stew in front of me now looks like a grey mush, another remainder that I don’t belong here, another part of this cage, another thing I’m supposed to be grateful for, another reminder that I’m here and my father is dust. I keep my head down trying not to make an eye contact with anyone, my shoulders are tight but still every looks feels overwhelming, every whispers feels like I’m being judge, and I just want to scream, to flip this whole table and watch there feast burn.Then Fenris appears, all snarl and heave, and he walks by like a boss, and his shoulder bumps into mine. It was quite obvious that it was on purpose but I stand my ground, I refuse to let him have the pleasure of seeing me upset, I just grip the edge of the table so tightly that my knuckles turn white."Heh," he mutters, in a dark and nasty tone, and he pretends to trip and spills his mug, that the whole sc
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The Viper's DenKAELSilence is a weapon, and it's cutting sharper than any knife right now. This room's fire crackles, but loudest of all is her… the sound of her anger, the heat of her skin under my hand, the taste of her hatred and something more, something that's just… her. It's ringing in my head, tugging at me when I can least afford it. Not with Roric standing there, smelling of impatience and old leather.He slams a red marker on the map. “The scouts are back. Silvermane’s testing our borders. They’re getting bold.”I don’t look at the marker. I’m stuck on the memory of her jawline… the sharp angle of it, how it felt like fine steel under my thumb. “Expected. Silvermane’s just the claws. Not the brain.”“It’s Isolde’s doing,” Roric grunts, his voice like grinding stones. “She’s using them to see if you’re distracted. If we’re weak from Ravengarde.”Distracted. The word strikes me like a blow because it's true. She's in my mind when I close my eyes… silver eyes flashing on a face streaked with
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The whispers LYRA My lips still burned as I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers tracing the swollen outline where his mouth had claimed mine. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a brand. His words played in my head like poison, repeating: every escape attempt, every act of defiance, every time you forget your place — it will end like this. I swallowed hard. He meant to break me, to show who I belonged to, but it felt less like a warning and more like a dark promise. He called me “little wolf.” I was trapped, but not tamed. Not yet. The emptiness inside me was not surrender.The heavy oak door creaked open, snapping me from my thoughts. I flinched, bracing for him, but it was only the servant girl. She kept her eyes down, her nervousness clear, carrying a silver tray with clean linens, a wool dress, and a bowl of steaming water.She walked to the bed without speaking, her steps careful, never meeting my eyes.My voice was rough, nothing like my earlier screams. “You… you came back. I didn’t expect it.”S
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Chapter: Chapter 4: First BloodLYRAHis promise was a poison running through my blood. “Each rebellious throb you provide. I will relish. Each and every one of them. Until you break.” The words coiled around my pain, a fatal whisper that drove me to pace inside the golden cage. Break? He thought I would break? He'd taken my father, my home, my future. He would not take my soul. He would not relish anything but my dagger in his chest. I swore it on my father's grave.I was standing at the bar window, the moonlit courtyard tease. Freedom burned my soul. He would be looking forward to tears. He would be looking forward to cowering. He would not expect me to fight back so soon."Every pulse of my heart…" I breathed into silence, my voice raw. "You want them? Come and take them, you beast son of a bitch. But I promise you, the last one will be yours."Early the next morning, there was a creak on the door. It was the same servant-maid who entered, head lowered, full of that same unspoken fear I was learning to know. This
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