MasukLucien povAuthor’s Note: Lucas is the Alpha currently working under Verek. He is the one whose beta disrespected Lucien, and Lucien cut out his tongue. The traitor.***“I miss her! Couldn’t we have taken her with us? I can’t deal with this anymore. I need my Lilith with me.”That was Claude’s irritating voice again, groaning dramatically as he slumped against the car window, eyes closed, blonde hair falling messily over his face. He looked half-dead, as though life itself had lost all meaning.Yet—My eyes remained fixed on the chessboard before me.Cold. Dark. Unmoving.I didn’t spare him a single glance.For a moment, the car was filled with nothing but the dull clatter of wheels against stone and Claude’s endless moaning. The air was thick with tension, suffocating in its silence.Then, without a word, I reached forward and picked up my knight, sliding it across the board and placing it before Silas’s bishop, taking his piece in one smooth move.Across from me, Silas sat with one
Lilith povEverything felt dizzy.I couldn’t breathe.It felt like I was drifting in and out of a haze, sinking deeper into a dark place that refused to let go, no matter how hard I fought to stay conscious. My eyelids fluttered closed, then open again, my vision blurry at the edges. I couldn't see anything clearly, but faint words cut through the fog, barely reaching my ears.“Are you saying we shouldn’t really kill her?! She killed Ivy and made Isla this way. My mate keeps repeating that her sister's death was her fault, wanting to kill herself because of what this bitch said. Let’s kill her before things get worse, Leo. You didn’t fight her... she’s scary, way scarier than the leader.”My eyelids fluttered again, struggling to keep them open, my limbs too weak to move. My throat felt dry, like I couldn’t summon the strength to speak, and I just sat there, bound, the ropes digging painfully into my skin. The darkness pulled at me again, like gravity itself. But in that haze, I saw t
Drevena pov Isla dropped instantly to the ground, gasping as she hit it. Her hands flew to her throat, rubbing at it desperately while she coughed, eyes already burning with rage. Her fangs bared fully now as a low, shaking growl tore from her chest. And then, they moved again. Both of them. George and Isla charged towards me with no hesitation this time. The air snapped tight as they lunged again from opposite sides, trying to crush me between them in one clean strike. I exhaled softly and chuckled, shifting just slightly to the side just as George’s claws tore through empty space where I had been standing a fraction of a second ago. At the same time, I tilted my head back, letting Isla’s strike pass so close it cut the air above my throat. My feet barely moved, my hands stayed loose. Calm. Almost bored. “Mm…” I hummed softly, glancing between them as they immediately adjusted, turning sharply to face me again. “That’s better.” A small smile curved my lips. “But still slo
Drevena pov“Who wants to play with me next?”Screams.Raw, piercing, terrified screams tore through the air as people ran for their lives. Bodies stumbled over each other, desperate to escape, desperate not to be next. The headless corpse lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling beneath it, the metallic scent thick in the air but I didn’t spare it a glance.My eyes were fixed on the two standing before me.My preys.They stared back at me, fear and caution flickering in their eyes, the arrogance from before completely wiped away but that was the funny thing about humans.They feared what they couldn’t understand.They feared power.Feared anything stronger than them, anything that could crush them without effort but when it came to someone weaker?My lips curled slowly, stretching into something wide. Unsettling.My head tilted, my eyes flashing gold for just a second, sharp and unnatural. My teeth lengthened briefly into fangs before slipping back into place.They became the very
Lilith povLaughter.Slow, deliberate, and cruel, it spilled from Drevena’s lips.The sound made my heart pound violently against my ribs, a cold shiver crawling down my spine.I knew that laugh. Far too well.It wasn’t the one she used when we fought with the elders’ sons—no, that time she hadn’t intended to kill.This…This was different.This was the same laugh from that day, the day she slaughtered those rogues and as I was shoved back into my own consciousness, my control slipping completely from my grasp, only one thought echoed in my mind.Those rogues were going to die…a very brutal death.Dravena povSilence fell.A heavy, suffocating silence that swallowed everything whole. No one spoke. No one dared to move. Even the air itself felt tight, waiting… anticipating.And in the center of it all…was me.All eyes were fixed on me as laughter bubbled up my throat before I could stop it. Low at first, then louder. Wilder. I threw my head back, my shoulders rolling as it spilled out
The people from the party.I recognized them.The identical twins and the man who had introduced himself as George, now surrounded us, their gazes locked on us with matching smirks. The kind a wolf wore just before tearing into its prey. Their eyes gleamed with sick delight.I wasn’t overthinking it.My instincts were right.That stench of death, the kind that clung to those who had taken too many lives rolled off them in waves. I didn’t need to know who they were or what they had done.But i knew, without a doubt, they were dangerous and somehow, they were here for me.I stood still, gripping Theila slightly as I pulled her just a fraction behind me, my eyes narrowing, my heart pounding steadily against my chest.The air tightened.For a moment, no one moved, no one spoke.Then, the tension snapped.“Ah, what did I tell you, Isla?” George’s smooth voice cut through the silence, light and almost amused as he turned toward one of the twins. “Why are you so impatient? Don’t you know it’
Claude povMy name is Claude. One of the not-so-kind Alphas of the Fangspire pack, ruling right alongside my brothers.And even if I wasn’t kind, I was feared, admired, envied.I was the type of man both women and men lusted after.Practically the best out of the three terrifying brothers.At least
Drevena pov Silence. Suffocating, thick silence—heavy enough to choke on. Everyone was frozen in shock. Dervic’s eyes were locked on me, wide and stunned, his mouth slightly agape as he tried to process the fact that I had just slapped him. As he stared, the ticking of the clock seemed louder
Dervic pov The most intoxicating kind of control is the one that turns rebellion into craving. *** There were things I had never believed possible, things that should have never been possible. For instance, I had never imagined I would be slapped. Not by anyone. Not even by our own brothers. Y
Third povIn the dimly lit throne room, laughter spilled through the air, mingling with the heavy scent of incense and rich wine as four people lounged together below.Three of them laughed and joked, glasses of wine in their hands.Two were women—twins. Ivy and Isla.They were identical in every w







