LUXURIA'S POV
It's been five days now, and I have been living a normal life... Or, so I had forced myself to believe.
Although the memories of the monstrous Alpha kept plaguing me. His touch, his scent, the overwhelming intensity with which he made love to me—it all made my core quake with a terrifying mixture of dread and desire each time I thought about it. Just like now.
My center still ached sorely after my encounter with him. He wasn't exactly the kind I'd pick for a girl like me who was still a virgin.
I had been using some herbs to help me heal, but I still felt sore. I could hardly walk properly.
Even though the whole night was almost a blur, I still remember fragments of it.
As I scrubbed the floor of the fortress for the second time today, a task my stepmother seemed to find endlessly amusing to assign me, I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape at the mere memory of him.
My stepmother had made sure I never had a moment of rest. I never knew what rest felt like.
I had been hiding away from Kahel since I returned from my forbidden night with the monster. My guilt wouldn't let me face him. I couldn't bear to face him, to look into his eyes and see the trust I was betraying.
Not a soul knew anything about my encounter. Not even my friend, Niksha.
As I pushed the bucket forward, a familiar scent struck me. It was so potent, so overwhelmingly familiar, that it stopped me in my tracks.
No... What's happening? I panicked internally, clutching the locket on my neck. The one the man I love had gifted me. But instead of the usual comfort it had always offered me, it made me feel utterly guilty.
Do I actually deserve to wear this locket anymore? When I had hurt the man who gave it to me.
From the second floor of the fortress, I could swear the familiar scent came from outside. It hit me so hard that it was so overwhelming.
"No... This can't be happening..." I said inwardly as I hurried to the window to get a glimpse of what was going on.
I didn't want to believe that it was... No. My heart sank. It couldn't be. He couldn't have found me.
My breath hitched as my eyes fell on a small group of men strolling into the pack.
My eyes scanned the small group of men, and my worst fears materialized before me.
There, leading the group with a dark, intimidating presence that none could ignore, was Alpha Parthe, the cursed Alpha from the North. The very monster I had thought I'd escaped.
Yes. His name was Alpha Parthe. When I returned home after that forbidden night with him, I had done some research about the monster of the North and the curse that had plagued him.
I found out so many terrifying reveals that threatened me to my core and made me pray to the Moon Goddess every day that he never found me.
But it seemed the Moon Goddess was too busy attending to others that she couldn't answer my prayers.
I trembled, my hands gripping the window until my knuckles turned white. I fidgeted, my heart racing as terror gripped me. I shouldn't have been surprised. He had warned me, hadn't he? He had warned me through every touch and every look that night... He had touched and looked at me so intently, almost as if imprinting every detail of me in his memory. I couldn't escape him.
And there he was as if drawn by my thoughts.
As if on cue, he lifted his gaze, his eyes piercing across the distance straight to where I stood, almost as if he knew I was standing there.
Our eyes met, and the world seemed to stop spinning. His coal-black eyes locked onto mine, and at that moment, I knew he had seen me.
In a blind panic, I ducked away from the window, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. It was too late. He had seen me. My mind raced. There was no escaping him anymore.
I had to find a solution. Perhaps an escape. I didn't want to die. I heard no woman ever mated to the Alphas from the Wild Wolf pack ever lived for more than two years. They disappear mysteriously.
Despite my plight in my father's pack, I wouldn't want to end up mysteriously gone in two years.
I turned around immediately and tried to flee, but I bumped into the last person I wished to see. Kahel.
His sudden appearance made me flinch, tears springing to my eyes, my emotions a tangled mess of fear, guilt, and desperation.
"Luxuria, what's wrong?" Kahel's voice was filled with concern, his brow furrowed as he reached out to steady me.
I couldn't speak, couldn't form the words to explain the terror that gripped me. All I wanted was to run, to escape the nightmare that had followed me home.
"Nothing, Kahel. I just... I need some time to myself. I am feeling unwell," I lied, the lie tasting like ash in my mouth.
"Is everything alright? You've been avoiding me for days now. Have I done anything wrong?" He asked me, stirring up more emotions within me.
How do I tell him it's not him but me? How do I tell him that I cheated on him with my monster of a mate? How do I tell him I had lost my virginity to another man? How do I explain the strange darkness that was beginning to seep into me since my encounter with my mate?
"Nothing. I've been busy. I have to go now," I said to him, unable to look him in the face as I ran past him. His next words stopped me abruptly, and I could swear he heard the loud thud my heart gave.
"Your father has asked to see you."
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Terror clenched my heart as I followed Kahel to my father's courtroom.
Inside, the room was suffused with a tension so thick it nearly choked me.
My father, Alpha Odren, sat on his high seat with an expression of anger and disdain. But he dared not utter a word about his disdain as his eyes darted nervously toward the figure seated across from him. Alpha Parthe.
Alpha Parthe's coal-black eyes were fixed on me the moment I entered, burning with an intensity that made my knees weaken. Seven men stood beside him as he sat opposite my father's table.
The court members looked at me with disgust. I was the subject of their scorn, the cursed one who had brought this feared Alpha to our doorstep.
At that point, I knew everyone already knew the reason they were gathered.
As I and Kahel approached the room, I saw the burning rage flickering in Alpha Parthe's eyes at our closeness.
A possessive, dangerous gleam that made my blood run cold. I flinched visibly, my heart pounding so fiercely I feared it might burst from my chest.
We stopped a few feet away from Alpha Parthe, and Kahel gave me a concerned glance, his hand lightly touching my arm as if to offer some comfort. But his touch only served to stoke the fire in Alpha Parthe's eyes, and I quickly stepped away, my skin crawling with fear.
My father finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, tainted with fear and resignation. "Luxuria, you already know why you are here. There is no need to say the obvious."
The glare in my father's eyes held the question HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU NEVER TO GO OUT AT NIGHT?
And this was the only time I wished I had listened to my father.
"You will leave with Alpha Parthe," my father continued, his words slicing through me like a knife. "This... arrangement has been settled. He claims you as his mate."
My father's words felt like a tear in Kahel's poor heart.
I felt his body tremble subtly beside me. I heard the rapid beating of his fragile heart. I felt his pain and hurt.
Oh, how I wish things hadn't happened this way.
He took a step back, his eyes averted, hiding the hurt I knew shook him to his core.
I saw the possessive pride in Alpha Parthe's eyes. My gaze darted to the window, and I saw Kaya and Rella, my half-siblings, giggling with delight, trying not to get noticed by our father.
They seemed overly excited that I'd finally leave the pack to a place of no return. Especially Rella, who had always had an eye for Kahel since we were little. With me out of the way, she would surely leverage on it and try to sneak into his life.
The thought enraged me. I couldn't let the man I loved so much slip out of my fingers. Just for a monster who is most likely to kill me.
I didn't know when the words I might live to regret left my lips.
"I do not wish to go with him, father."
Those were the very words that would change my fate and lead me into a life of misery.
LUXURIA.TWELVE YEARS LATER.I jumped down from my horse, my warriors trailing behind me as I handed my sheath to Jaiya, my Beta."Take the day off, Jaiya. You need it," I said and smiled but didn't give her the chance to protest as usual.Between Jaiya and Niksha, I couldn't tell who was more stubborn than the other.Niksha, my best friend since girlhood, had insisted on joining my warriors the moment I took leadership. And I'd let her. After what I'd been through, it was clear—women needed to fight. To defend. To never be helpless again. I was living proof of that. So, I trained them myself.Since I became Alpha of the Ash Mountain pack after the death of Kahel – my mate handed the pack over to me, as it was one out of the numerous packs he had taken from the Alphas he killed in battle – I felt a better sense of responsibility, and I couldn't be more grateful for it. Like the world finally made sense. It felt like I had been born to lead."Luna! Welcome back," Rella called, jogging b
LUXURIA.It felt like a dream.No—not a dream. A fracture in reality. A soft, trembling pause in the fabric of the world where time stilled and all I could do was watch my curse being lifted.Tervan lay on the altar with no iota of fight in him. He didn't even as much as struggle when my curse began to sip into him.Kalaril was the one who also carried out my own extraction, speaking in the Old Tongue—the language of root and fire, of night and blood. His hands had moved over me and then over Tervan, forming sigils in the air that shimmered briefly before sinking like glowing brands into our skin."Luxuria of Ash Mountain," Kalaril intoned, standing before me with a staff carved from ashwood and bone. "Do you come freely?""I do," I had whispered."And you offer your curse to another?""Yes.""Then let the exchange begin."And then I felt the curse rising in me like a serpent uncoiling from bone and blood. Cold and ancient and furious. It didn't want to leave. It clawed at my ribs. Sc
ALPHA PARTHE.Tervan was forced to his knees before me, chains clinking around his wrists like the music of retribution.The crowd fell deathly silent, the atmosphere filled with anticipation.He dared not lift his head.The coward couldn't even meet my gaze.I took a slow step forward, the earth seeming to still beneath my feet. My voice curled out like the edge of a blade."Tervan… my beloved Beta," I sneered, each word I spoke dipped in venom. "Look at you."I circled him, taking in the gaunt hollows of his cheeks, the grime clinging to his skin, and the tattered remains of the arrogance he used to wear like a crown."You look… ruined." I crouched before him, my face just inches from his. "What happened, old friend? Where did all that fire go? What went wrong?"I reached out, my fingers brushing his bruised cheek with mockery. He flinched and turned his face away."Ah," I breathed, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "That's right. You only know how to face someone when they're unarme
ALPHA PARTHE."How do you feel?" I asked my wolf, but he was too weak to reply.We had been bound to the beast for so long that, in many ways, we had become one. And now, with that darkness torn from us, the absence felt unsettling.I exhaled slowly, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. I felt uncharacteristically weak. My limbs were heavier than I had ever known them to be, my mind sluggish, but I couldn't linger in weakness. I had to see this through. Luxuria's ritual was meant to happen immediately.There was no time. Mine had taken up to half an hour.I raised my hand to stop the cheering crowd."Bring him," I said to Urik who stood beside me and he bowed slightly before walking toward the dungeon.I watched him go, a strange emotion settling in my chest.I'd been thinking of ways to thank him but none seemed enough to show how thankful I truly am to have him by my side.Apart from Luxuria, Urik was the one person I doubted a lot for years. I always picked Tervan's side ov
ALPHA PARTHE."Let's begin," Kalaril said before leading the way to the large chamber that had been prepared for the rituals.The chamber was a vast, dimly lit expanse with air so thick with the scent of burning herbs and potent ancient power.The witches stood in a circle, their dark robes pooling around them like ink seeping into the floor. They hummed low chants that resonated through the chamber, carrying a tide of old magic.Kalaril stood in the middle of the circle, and for the first time since I had known him, he looked entirely in his element—an AshBlood wizard in his full, terrifying glory.The crowd waited outside.They weren't meant to witness what was about to happen. This moment belonged to the witches, to Kalaril, to Luxuria, to Sibile—and to me.Sibile lay on the cold altar, barely breathing, her face waxy and drenched in sweat. The gaping wound on her neck had turned an ugly shade, the blood flowing sluggishly. Her body was losing its battle against time.Too much time
LUXURIA.I ran breathlessly into our chamber and couldn't hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to consume me.He was still the same selfish man I had known. The same ruthless creature who saw lives as mere tools for his own survival.Why should I trust all he had said to me earlier? He only thinks about himself and no one else.I clawed at my arms as if trying to hold myself together, but the anger, the grief, and the sheer disbelief were too much.How could he even consider this?Why would he even think of using the poor girl for this purpose?Sibile had lived her entire life running, fighting to survive, and carrying a burden she never asked for. And now, at the very end, she was to be nothing more than a sacrifice?A broken sob burned my throat, but I forced it down. My hands trembled as I wiped at the tears that streaked my cheeks, furious at myself for even shedding them.Then the door creaked open behind me.I stiffened, knowing exactly who it was before I even turned.
LUXURIA.I woke up feeling better than I felt when I regained consciousness yesterday.I had woken to warmth. A steady, familiar heat pressed against my back, the feel of a strong arm draped over my waist, holding me close. The scent of cinnamon and musk surrounded me—Parthe.For a moment, I simply breathed him in, relishing the security of his embrace. It felt surreal, almost fragile, as if one wrong move would shatter the moment like delicate glass. But this was real. He was real.A soft clatter had drawn my attention to the bedside table. A tray of steaming food awaited me, the rich aroma wafting through the air. My stomach twisted with the overwhelming realization of how much had changed within the last few hours.I was here. Safe.But not everyone had been so fortunate.My heart ached for Rorden, I must say... The good side of Rorden.He was my friend and confidant at one of the most crucial points in my life. And I couldn't take that for granted.A single tear slipped down my ch
LUXURIA.The world felt unsteady. My head was light, my body weightless, as though I were drifting between reality and something far less tangible.My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the soft glow of the room. Everything around me was familiar—the scent of embers and musk, the dark tapestries, the heavy warmth of the space.Parthe's chamber.Our chamber.A tremor ran through my chest. I was home.And if the figure sitting in front of me was truly who I thought he was…My throat tightened, my vision blurring as I stared at him.My heart leaped, but not out of fear. I was finally safe. Away from Rorden. Because, if this was truly Parthe sitting in front of me, it meant one thing – He had saved me from Rorden.I couldn't remember anything about how I ended up in Parthe's pack or chamber, but I was grateful I did."Luxuria..." Parthe called in that voice I had been longing to hear for so long now.It seemed like a dream to me.A sob slipped past my lips. My chest ached with t
ALPHA PARTHE.I stood over her, afraid to breathe. Afraid to even move.Luxuria lay motionless on the bed, her body so still that for a terrifying moment, I thought I had already lost her. The weak rise and fall of her chest was the only thing tethering her to this world.It felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. As if the gods themselves were holding their breath, waiting for me to break.It seemed like the life she was holding onto would slip away if I even as much as shifted.Gods. How did I ever let myself be this blinded by the ones around me?The people I had called my confidants—the ones I had believed would never betray me—had been the very ones who tormented her. And I had let them.I had believed their lies over the truth that was in front of me.I had doubted her every single time.And now, she was caught in some silent battle between life and death while I could do nothing but watch.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palm.Fuck.I didn't deserve L