LOGINBefore I could utter a single word, the stranger turned and gave a sharp nod.
“Take her.” Rough hands dragged me forward. I twisted and struggled, but it was useless against their iron grips. “No—please! Let me go!” I was completely ignored and dragged through the dark woods back toward my pack. I had run away from Kael only to fall into worse danger. The army did not stop at the border. They attacked at once. Howls filled the night as wolves from my pack tried to fight back. I watched everything from my knees, hands tied with silver chains that burned my skin. I saw Kael shift into his big wolf form and charge at the invaders. Jace fought beside him. But the tall man with dark eyes, Alpha Lucian, met Kael head on. Their fight was short and brutal. Lucian was stronger and faster. He brought Kael down quickly. Blood covering the ground. I felt sick. People I knew were killed or captured. Lucian stood in the middle of the chaos and gave orders without emotion. “Burn the rest. Take the weak ones as slaves. Kill the strong.” By morning, my old life was gone. Soldiers tied me with the other captives and put us in a wagon. From a corner of my eye, I spotted Zara in one of the wagons and scoffed secretly wishing she had been killed instead. The journey to Lucian’s pack took two long days. I sat in silence, thinking about the slap from Kael, the necklace he gave to Zara, and the way my ex best friend had laughed. The mate bond still pulled at me weakly, but now it mixed with fresh pain from the attack. We got to the park and the slaves were taken in a different direction from where I was taken. I sat there in horror and confusion until we reached a big stone fortress, guards took the me inside. They pushed me into a small, dark room with no windows. The door locked behind me. I sat on the cold floor and cried quietly. My wolf whimpered inside me, confused and hurt. I had lost my pack, my home, and now my freedom. For days, I stayed locked up. They gave me small bits of bread and water. My only source of recreation was guards talking outside. From them, I got to know that their Alpha was called Lucian the Ruthless King. He had conquered many packs before. He showed no mercy, killed alphas and took their lands. I wondered why he kept me alive. On the third night, two guards opened the door. They blindfolded me and led me through long halls. When they removed the blindfold, I stood in a large chamber with a heavy bed and a fire burning in the corner. Lucian waited there. He looked tall and powerful. Scars marked his chest and arms. He looked at me with cold eyes. “You will not die tonight,” he said. “But you have a choice to make.” My mouth felt dry but I waited for him to continue. “You will come to this room every night for thirty days,” Lucian told me. “You will pleasure me fully each time. If I am satisfied every night, you live. If I am not happy on any night, you die. If you make it through all thirty days, I will set you free.” I stared at him. Shock hit me hard. Thirty nights with this heartless king. I thought about refusing, I was still a virgin so how was I to fully please him? I kept quiet knowing he would kill me right away if I refused. The guards left and locked the door. I was alone with him. “Take off your clothes,” Lucian ordered. My hands shook as I obeyed. I stood naked in front of him. Lucian pulled me to the bed. There was no kindness in his touch. He didn’t wait. The second our bodies landed on the bed , he forced her my apart. I barely gasped “I’ve never—” before he thrust in hard. A sharp cry of pain tore from my throat as he stretched my inside for the first time. Then the pain melted into sudden, overwhelming pleasure, pulling a helpless moan from my lips. “Fuck… so tight,” he growled, already driving into her with rough, demanding strokes. I expected to feel only hate. I waited for disgust to fill me. This man had destroyed my pack. He had taken everything. But as he moved inside me, something unexpected happened. Heat spread through my body. My wolf, starved for touch because of Kael’s rejection, woke up with strong need. Pleasure built fast. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but a soft moan escaped anyway. I hated myself for it. How could my body enjoy this? He gripped my hips harder and went deeper. My back arched. The feeling grew stronger. For the first time in my life, I felt wanted. The pleasure shocked me. I did not fight it. My body moved with his even when my mind screamed that it was wrong. After his release, Lucian pulled away. He looked at me with a small, satisfied smile. “Your body knows what it wants,” he said. “Even if you hate me.” I turned my face to the wall. Tears ran down my cheeks. I felt shame burn inside me. The man who had just conquered my pack had given me more pleasure in one night than Kael had in two years. It made me feel weak and broken. The guards came and took me back to the small room. I lay on the floor and cried until I had no tears left. My wolf still hummed with satisfaction. I wanted to hate the feeling, but part of me craved it again. That truth scared me more than Lucian’s threat of death. The next day, two guards came and led me through a quieter wing of the stone fortress. A tall woman in fine dark robes waited inside a modest chamber furnished with a narrow bed, a small window, and a wooden chest. “I am Elara,” she said, her voice calm and steady. “Claus’s younger sister. He asked me to speak with you now that your first night is done.” I stood stiffly, my body still aching from the night before. I nodded but said nothing. Elara gestured for me to sit on the edge of the bed. “You’ve survived last night. That’s more than some. My brother… he is not the same man he once was.” My throat tightened. “What happened to him?” Elara sighed, folding her hands in her lap. “He lost his mate three years ago. She was killed during a raid, betrayed by those he trusted. When she died, something in Claus shattered. And he became cold, ruthless king you know now. He tests every woman who catches his interest with these thirty-day contracts and he demands obedience and submission.” I swallowed hard, memories of his rough touches echoing in my mind. Elara studied me for a moment. “Be strong and do as you’re told. Keep pleasing him, and he will release you when the thirty days are over.” She paused, then added quietly, “You are not the first she-wolf he has made this contract with.” A sharp pang of hurt pierced my chest, and I immediately recognized that feeling. It was how I felt every time Kael brought a she wolf into our home. The words struck like a slap. I had endured the shame, the unwanted pleasure that betrayed my body last night, the guilt that clawed at me when I had gasped beneath him only to learn I was merely another in a long line of women he had tested and used. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, a low whine rising, tangled with fresh ache and confusion. Why?Zara’s POV I woke up on the cold, dirty floor of the slave prison. My back burned like fire from the silver whip marks. Two nights had passed, but I was still not fully healed. Every small movement sent sharp pain through my body. I forced myself to sit up anyway. The other slaves kept their distance. They whispered behind their hands when they thought I could not hear as they passed by. Some looked at me with pity. Others with fear but no one offered help and that was fine. I did not need their pity. Through the small barred window, I could see the high stone walls of Blackstone Keep. Cressida was up there, sleeping in the stone fortress like some kind of queen. The thought made my blood boil. She thinks she has won. I touched the fresh scars on my back and winced. The pain only fed my hate. Cressida had everything now, special treatment and Lady Elara’s favor I heard from Ara that she even had a public dance with Lucian in front of the whole hall at the end of the feast an
I stared as the guards dragged Zara into the great hall. Her clothes were dirty and torn. Bruises covered her face and arms. She looked thin and weak, but the moment her eyes found me, pure hatred burned in them. Through the old mind link we shared from our years as best friends, her voice hissed inside my head. “Look at you, Cressida. Walking beside Lady Elara like you belong here. Alpha Lucian gives you special treatment. He lets you stay in his fortress, buys you pretty dresses, give you freedom to walk the village, and now a seat at the feast. But always remember that you are no better than the rest of us slaves.” I did not answer out loud. I just glared back at her and she smiled menacingly. Anger rose hot in my chest and my wolf growled low inside me. The guards dragged Zara to the center of the hall, right in front of the head table. She stumbled and almost fell, but the guards jerked her upright. “Jealousy is an ugly thing,” Elara said loudly so the whole hall c
I walked beside Elara down the dirt path into the village. The guards stayed a few steps behind. The air smelled of fresh bread and wood smoke. Sunlight felt good on my skin. Elara pointed ahead. “We need ribbons and herbs. Stay close.” I nodded and touched my necklace. It felt nice to have it back. We stopped at a stall with bright cloth. Elara looked at red ribbons. I stepped away and looked at silver charms. A wolf pendant caught my eye. Suddenly, old woman with gray hair stepped close to me. “You should not be here, girl.” I turned. “I came with Lady Elara.” She leaned in and whispered, “The king carries a curse. Blackstone blood eats him from inside. Blood and shadow. If you stay near him, it will take you too.” I blinked, confused. A curse? It sounded strange. I turned to ask what she meant but the old woman had disappeared. I did not think much about it and soon forgot her words as Elara called me. Elara took my arm. “You look lost. Stay close to me and let’
Cressida’s POV I lay on my narrow bed staring at the stone ceiling. Two whole nights had passed and Lucian had not sent for me. The silence felt heavy and suffocating. My wolf paced inside my chest, restless and jealous. What was he doing? Was he with another woman? The thought made my stomach twist. I had to find out. In my old pack, I learned how to pick locks when I wanted to slip away at night without anyone knowing. Tonight, I used that old trick. There was no guard standing outside my door anymore, so it was easy. I worked the simple lock with a thin piece of metal I had hidden, and the door clicked open quietly. My heart beat fast as I stepped into the dark hallway. The fortress was quiet at this hour. I moved carefully, staying close to the walls where the shadows were deepest. Every small sound made me freeze. If a guard saw me, I could be locked up again or worse. Lucian’s anger was cold and sharp. I did not want to imagine what he would do if he caught me sneaking
Lucian’ POV The door slammed behind Cressida with a finality that echoed through my chambers longer than it should have. How dare she? The words still burned on my tongue. She had slept in my bed, curled against me like she belonged there, and the very next morning she asked for a favor as if she were anything more than a warm body serving out a contract. As if one night of weakness on my part gave her rights. I paced the room, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ached. No one asked anything of me. Not anymore. Not since Naya. The moment you gave an inch, they took everything. I had learned that lesson in blood. I stepped out onto the private balcony overlooking the training grounds, needing air. The morning sun felt too bright, too harsh. My chest tightened suddenly, a familiar warning. I gripped the stone railing, but it wasn’t enough. A harsh cough tore from my throat, wet and metallic. Blood splattered across the pale stone bright red against gray. “Fuck.” Before I could
The days began to blur inside the stone fortress. After the first brutal night, the routine shifted in small, almost imperceptible ways. The guards no longer dragged me through the halls like a prisoner. Instead, they escorted me with detached politeness. My meals improved. I started eating more healthy and delicious meals. Warm stew instead of stale bread, fresh fruit, even a small cup of spiced wine one evening. After each night, new furnitures were added to my once plebeian room. A vanity, a couch and even a wooden chest for my few belongings. Elara visited more often than I expected and I was more than delighted by her visits. She would appear in the late mornings, her dark robes whispering against the stone floors, carrying a quiet kindness that felt dangerously out of place in Lucian’s domain. Sometimes she brought books or a simple embroidery hoop. Other times she simply sat with me in silence, as if she understood that words could be too heavy. “You’re adjusting,” she sa







