LOGINDervic povHunger. That was all I felt.The insatiable hunger inside me to feel lives slowly fade beneath my hands, to feel their pulse weaken as my fingers tightened around their throats. The desire to watch that flicker of fear in their eyes dim and dim until nothing remained. The urgeā violent, addictive to watch them die⦠die for me.Haha!Oh, how I loved it.Oh, how it thrilled me.Oh, how it excited me.I wanted to do it again, again and again. Not out of lust alone but because I loved it.I wanted to feel nails clawing at my fingers, their broken voices begging me to stop as I grinned down at my prey⦠watching them fight for life, for breath, for a mercy I would never give. Just a little tighter. Just a little longer.And thenāsilence.But Claude⦠that human of mine never liked it.What was the word he used? Ah. Yes. Detestable.That was what he had called it right before he forced his control over meāa tight, suffocating, unyielding control.He locked his mind, his bod
Dravena pov Lucien. Claude. Silas. I remembered that day clearly, the day the Goddess created them. I had watched from afar, perched on clouds, tail lazily flicking in boredom, eyes half-lidded, ready to drift off again⦠but I didnāt. Why? Because that day had been different. The Goddess had been different. She took her time shaping those three men, molded them into perfection, gifted them immense beauty, immense strength, immerse power, enough to rival anyone in the world. But most of all, she gave them a white wolf. Wolves only second to me. It was rare for the Goddess to bless someone with such a wolf, and when I asked her why she gave them that blessing, she only smiledā that knowing, mysterious smile and said I would understand when the time came. Now, I understood. She had been creating my matesāour mates. Fate was an amusing little thing, wasnāt it? Amusing yet cruel. The three Alpha tripletsā Lucien, Silas, and Claude had strayed far from what I intended for t
Lilith povWhat was the most eventful day of your life?Iām talking about that kind of day where everything just keeps happening one after the other, no pause, no breath. Today was mine.Let me explain.I slapped my ex and his mate, found out my mother might wake up soon, and, wait, there was still more.I got a vision that the packhouse would be attacked, ran there without hesitation even though I knew I could die⦠but I didnāt.Instead, my wolf took control, the one who had been dormant for years. And surprise, surprise, she wasnāt just crazy when she talked. She was a full-blown, terrifying maniac. She went on a massacre, ripping heads like she was plucking flowers.And the cherry on top? The Alphas clearly saw her do it, yet she lied with zero shame.I still donāt understand why she would, but as I stared at her from the throne room, watching her sprawled on the bed, head resting on her hand, chewing on an apple with fluid yet lazy movements, I came to a conclusion: she wasnāt
Lucien povāW-what?āBut she ignored them entirely. Before anyone could react, she rushed forward, sliding in front of me and Silas, and threw herself to the ground with a soft thud, arms spread wide, head lowered dramatically as she cried out.āAlphas! It was so scary! We maids couldnāt even protect ourselves. We were completely helpless against them. Theyātheyā¦ā She paused, straightened, and covered her face with one hand. āThey also wanted to assault us! If the Alphas hadnāt arrived on time, we wouldnāt have just died, we would have lost our dignity too!āI couldnāt stop myself, a dry, humorless scoff escaped me. My gaze was cold, and though I didnāt react physically, I couldnāt deny that I was stunned. From what I had seen, it was actually the other way around.If we hadnāt arrived, the bastards would have been the ones to die. I had felt it, even if only for a second, the killing intent, not fueled by rage but by pleasure. The same kind of pleasure Claude felt whenever he torture
Lucien povMy mood was sour. Not because we had been outplayed by that bastard. Not because he had underestimated us, thinking that a car crash would be enough to kill my brothers and me.We had barely even been scratched. The car had rolled several times, crushed beyond belief, yet we had survived.And the rogues that were lying in ambush had come out immediately, trying to attack the other cars, checking to see if we had died in the wreck but Silas had simply kicked the car door open, stepped out, and I followed him, dusting off my clothes with a frown while Claude seethed behind me.He had been tense ever since leaving the packhouse. Without a word, he shifted into his wolf, leapt from the car, and tore into the rogues with the others, Verya, Lucas, and the guards fending off anyone foolish enough to challenge them. I stayed back, using my aura to crush any rogue who dared lunge at me.Silas moved to check on Abraham, our gamma. He hadnāt been so lucky, bloody and knocked uncons
Lilith povWe were in trouble. In serious trouble.Ever since I turned eighteen, I hadnāt gotten my wolf. Honestly, I hadnāt minded, hadnāt cared when people called me wolfless, worthless, a jinx. They were just words. In life, when you had more pressing matters, like your father dying in a war and your mother attempting to take her own life, the petty words of people who meant nothing to you barely mattered.So, I hadnāt once prayed to the Goddess to give me a wolf. My prayers had always been for my mother to wake up and for my fatherās soul to rest in peace.Then I found out I had a wolf. Not just any wolf, the Goddess wolf, the first she had ever created. I was stunned. Shocked. This was the first time I had ever heard of someone without a wolf connecting with one. And then⦠I was happy.Because with a wolf, when Mother woke up, we wouldnāt be bullied so much. I would be able to protect her.It was all good. But, as I had always said and always would⦠I was never that lucky.Be







