Mag-log inI found it hard to sleep that night. It was much worse than I had anticipated. The gem turned out to be a metal repellant gotten from the genomes during ancient times.
It was a magical utility usually used to curse wolves, and I had uncursed myself by absorbing the gem's power. The pack members feared that I had obtained the power to curse, but within me, I knew I was just a werewolf without a wolf to its name.
"Miss Samantha, the Alpha wants to see you in his chambers." A voice crawled into the room. I never thought he'd want to see me after what had happened during my installation ceremony as his personal assistant, if not personal maiden.
"I'll be right out.".
This mission was starting to seem much more impossible than possible. When I was no more than a lowly maid, I had a chance to kill him and escape without being seen or noticed, but now it was quite different.
The gem that I had unconsciously absorbed had a scenario, and now everyone knew me well. They were all afraid of me, and any form of death announced in his chambers would automatically be charged at me.
Ryu, on the other hand, is ferocious. He'd kill me in an instant if he sniffed out my mission or suspected me a bit. In short, my chances of survival had been limited by half.
"You said you wanted to see me, Alpha Ryu," I announced, opening the door a little.
"Yes, come in," his voice came into play before the sound of a moving sword drifted into my ears.
"Why do you want to see me tonight?"
"I heard a rumor, that's all." He rose from his chair.
He wasn't putting on a shirt. His broad chest set my sight on fire. I lowered my gaze, hoping not to get entangled with his build.
"Do you know why I called you to my chamber?" He asked, raising my chin up to meet his gaze.
"I have no idea, Alpha Ryu," I said, shaking my head in an attempt to avoid his gaze.
"It's because of you," his hands trailed down my arm, giving me the chills.
"Because of me?" I asked.
"Yes, because of you." His hands rested on my waistline, moving a little bit lower to meet my ass.
"What exactly do you mean, Alpha Ryu?" I heaved.
"Call me Ryu, darling. Drop the formality already", his hands loosening my belt.
"Ryu, why exactly have you called me to your chambers?" I asked once more, resisting the pleasure I was feeling in my legs.
"It's because I need you. I want to trail every inch of you solemnly. I want you to have my head while I have yours, his lips trailed kisses on my neck downwards as he spoke. Sounds draining out of my mouth.
"Show me what you've got. Show me why you're the Alpha, the greatest and most ruthless of all," I whispered into his ears before bringing him in for a kiss. He opened up, letting my tongue explore every inch of his mouth while getting entangled with his lips."
"Maybe I should show you why I'm ruthless," his hands trailing my robe down to my ass, cupping it as he lifted me to meet him.
"Show me your secrets," I whispered into his ears, digging my claws into his back.
"There's no need for that; you'll be the one doing the telling," he pinned me to the wall with his body. Pulling my robe to the ground the next minute.
"I never thought you'd be so handsome underneath those clothes," I whispered, romancing his chest.
"Never thought you would be this sexy," his tongue found mine, and we found ourselves in a dire need for pleasure.
What has gotten us here? What had happened? I couldn't explain it. All I could say was that I was loving it.
"Do you know why I chose you as my personal assistant?" he asked, moving his head downwards. Unhooking my bra to reveal my darling bosom.
"Because I had potential?" I asked.
"Close. It's because I know you're the best person I'd ever want to be with.".
His tongue stood above my nose. Teasing it as he played with it. He sure knew how to create a foreplay.
"Yeeeeesssss," I moaned as he bit my nipples a bit. This was second to nothing, an exquisite pleasure ride to desire land.
After playing a little bit with my tits, his tongue found my vertical lips, giving it a soft but blissful kiss.
How much I loved this. I never knew having a man would be my greatest exploration yet. This needed to be done; I needed him.
"Yes, that's the perfect spot. Keep going, don't hold on, I moaned as his tongue slipped in and out. My hands kept ruminating around his hair, pushing him to go deeper into me.
"Don't stop, don't stop," I said as his tongue drilled deeper into my vertical lips. This had to be the best thing I had ever witnessed.
"Miss Samantha, wake up; the Alpha is waiting for you in his chambers.".
"What? Am I not in the Alpha's chamber?" I inquired, touching myself as I rolled over the bed.
"You're still in bed, Miss Samantha." Her voice crawled into my ears once more, bringing me back to reality.
"So it was just a dream."
"Let me guess you were riding a dragon?" Missy came to view, holding her hand out to help me rise up.
"Much more," I sighed.
I rushed out of my chambers, heading towards the royal chamber where Alpha Ryu stayed. It was dark and was definitely the best time for an assassination. Why had he called at such a time? Was he scared he needed me to come fend the evil away? If that were the case, he would have summoned Kyle.
"Ahhhh!" blood emanated from my mouth as I hit my back on the wall.
"Do you really think I would let you go after what you did today?" a thick voice echoed across the passage, sending waves of fright into my system.
"Who are you? What do you want?".
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my neck, slamming me onto the wall.
"I want you gone."
RYU'S POV***Flash back***The cold iron bars scraped harshly and relentlessly against my wrists, biting into my skin with each slight movement, a cruel reminder of my captivity and the merciless constraints that bound me. Suddenly, Ariel’s hand brushed them aside with an unexpected gentleness that belied the sharp clang of the prison door as it slammed open behind her, the metallic echo bouncing off the damp, stone walls and shattering the suffocating silence that had enveloped me for what felt like an endless eternity. For days, weeks, perhaps even months—I had lost count—I had been trapped in this dark, cold cell, stripped bare not only of my physical freedom but of my power, my dignity gnawed away bit by bit by the bitter, cruel laughter and whispered taunts of my enemies who took perverse pleasure in my downfall.Yet, here she was—Ariel, the woman whose name had long been spoken in hushed tones throughout the shadowed corridors of power, the woman who had always coveted influen
The air was suffocating, choked with the metallic tang of blood, the acrid scent of burning debris, and the heavy tension that hung over the land like a storm refusing to break.Every breath I took felt like inhaling shards of glass, sharp with anticipation and dread. Below me, the battlefield seethed with violence, a feral dance of claws and fury, where screams of agony clashed with the guttural roars of beasts locked in combat. The Deadly Fang Pack, led by the relentless and vengeful Ariel, surged forward with primal vengeance in their eyes, meeting the brute strength of my father Harry’s faction head-on. This was no border dispute, no minor rebellion staged in the shadows—this was war in its most brutal, most soul-stripping form.It wasn’t just two packs fighting for territory. It was generations of unresolved vengeance, of silent suffering, of injustice and dominance coming to a head in one hellish, final stand. And I stood there, motionless atop the ridge, with my heart pound
The air was thick with smoke and dust, swirling around us like a suffocating shroud that clung to every inch of skin and filled every desperate breath. The ground beneath my feet was scorched and cracked, evidence of the chaos we had just survived, yet the echoes of the battle still reverberated in my ears—the shouts, the growls, the clashing of steel and savage claws. Ryu stumbled beside me, his breaths ragged, his body trembling with pain that I could see etched deep in every twitch of his muscles. The wound in his side was bleeding through the torn fabric of his shirt, dark and relentless, and though he tried to mask the agony, his pale face betrayed him. We couldn’t stop, not yet. Every step away from that cursed arena was a step toward survival, but also deeper into the unknown that awaited us.Ryu’s fingers brushed mine briefly, a silent plea, a tether in the chaos. “Samantha,” he gasped, voice rough and strained, “I can’t keep this up much longer.” His amber eyes, wild yet de
The world around me felt like it was suspended in smoke and shattered glass. My lungs burned with every breath, and my wrists, though no longer chained, still carried the ghost of iron and cruelty. The crowd that had gathered to witness my execution now stood in stunned silence, paralyzed by the chaos that Ryu’s arrival had stirred.Their faces—those eager, venomous faces—were now pale masks of disbelief. The ground beneath my feet trembled from the residual force of my power, still buzzing in the air like lightning searching for a strike.Ryu stood beside me, bloodied, eyes burning like twin eclipses, chest heaving. I reached for him, my fingers brushing against his, needing to feel something solid in a world that had just come undone."You're here," I whispered, barely able to hear myself over the deafening silence. My voice was hoarse, raw from screams I never got to release. His hand tightened around mine like he feared letting go would shatter the last remnants of his sanity. Ry
Ryu's POVThe silence of the dungeon was thick, almost choking, but it did little to muffle the chaos erupting within my chest. My breathing had become ragged, shallow from hours—or had it been days?—of being bound in enchanted silver. Every part of me ached, not just physically, but in a way that went deeper than muscle and bone. My mind, once sharp and lethal, now felt dulled by the weight of my own helplessness. And yet, despite the restraints, despite the humiliation of being bested by Harry’s trap, the fire inside me had not died. If anything, it burned hotter. I could feel it simmering beneath the surface, clawing at my insides, demanding release. I had lost count of how many times I whispered her name in the dark—Samantha. Her absence was a wound that refused to clot.Harry had made sure to torment me with illusions. Every time a guard brought food or water, they brought taunts too—lies that Samantha had been executed, that her death had been swift and painless, or worse, d
Ryu's POVThe weight of silence pressed down on me like a suffocating shroud as I stood alone in the shadowed room, my breath shallow, my heart pounding against my ribs like a frantic drum. My mind was a storm of paranoia and desperation, swirling uncontrollably.My pack was bleeding from wounds no one else saw—wounds inflicted by betrayal, weakness, and my own mistakes.I had lost too many.My assistants, once loyal, were now liabilities. I had no choice but to sever those ties, cold and ruthless, because trust was a currency I could no longer afford.I needed someone who understood me, someone who could stand strong beside me when the darkness closed in.Samantha was the only one left in my fractured world. My Luna. My hope.The decision burned in my chest with a fierce clarity. She was the key to everything—the salvation of my pack, the strength I lacked. Bringing her back wasn’t just a plan; it was a necessity carved from the depths of my desperation. I had to save her, no matte







