Dante summoned his sand element and made cuffs out of it. Using his wind element next, he cuffed his legs to a huge pillar. Being an Alpha king meant he had all four elemental powers: Ice, fire, sand and wind. Sometimes it was a blessing to possess great powers but sometimes it was a curse. It did, however, take a toll even on his body when he summoned the elements too frequently. But tonight, he needed to. ‘Theo, settle down now’, he reached out to his wolf. His wolf completely took over when Dante was momentarily lost in his thoughts. Before he realised, they were already outside Jo’s room. And the king already knew what his wolf was trying to do.No matter how hard he fought, his wolf’s desire to claim their mate was stronger. But the moment Jo reminded that he was married, it made him to regain his body control. She was right. He was married. Theo was still stirring inside his body, unsettled. Taming an Alpha wolf was not a simple task. Theo had only gone out of control like th
Disclaimer: Spellings errors in Evelyn’s dialogues are intentional. A Lycan? Lucy traced her memories back to her high school days. They were taught about Lycans back then, so why was her memory clouded?Slowly it dawned on her about the rarity of white wolves. She was so lost, appreciating her wolf’s beauty, that the colour of Emery’s furs completely missed her. Only the past Luna Queen, Sarah had white furs. But that was because she was the daughter of the moon goddess.Lycans were once powerful creatures, more than the werewolves. They commanded the werewolf world centuries ago but over time, their reign deteriorated. And when the moon goddess created the four great descendant brothers gifting them each an elemental power, the Lycans were overpowered easily. Now, Lycans were only found in history textbooks. The last one seen was a male Lycan decades ago, so why did she have a Lycan’s distinctive crescent sign on her forehead? Lucy ran behind a tree and shifted back to her human
Moon goddess? Jo knew who she was. Moon goddess was the creator of the werewolves. She was the one responsible for creating mate bonds in the werewolf world. Jo observed the little princess before her eyes, she knew Evelyn was very young and innocent. It was actually quite normal for young children to have imaginary friends and have such vision. The confused siren tried not to think too much about it. Her thoughts wondered off to the wordings in the letter. Trapped in marriage. Vulnerability. Lonely Alpha King. It was haunting her nonetheless to say. How could a young girl envision such a sad and mature themed poem? Evelyn made Jo keep the letter and was already gone. Jo could see a hint of worry in the princess’s eyes as if she could not stay for too long which was odd given that Evelyn liked spending time with her. Or so she assumed. Jo tried to look outside but the blinds were closed. She knew staying in bed and being sad over her mate was not going to really change anything.
Belial. Darkness gathered in Jo's eyes and filled it. She quivered thinking about his name. Belial was incredibly powerful from when Jo remembered last. Five years ago, he nearly captured her with his dark powers when she slipped through his fingers, by chance. She had hoped the Demon king would have moved on but clearly not. He had sent out his right hand again. Was it to capture her or for something else? The moment she caught the scent of the ominous scent, she knew Belial was back walking on the earth and not in hell, where he truly belonged. The scent was faint but definitely there. Was Belial at the no-man's border? Because the demon's world was connected to this world through a portal. Same went for the fairy kingdom and some of the other mythical creatures. The only supernatural beings that resided on earth were werewolves and vampires. Jo’s hand instinctively touched her face. The demon king tried to mark her once, against her will. She defended herself at that time but
‘MINE’, Jo heard a loud growl ripple through the crowd.Her face instantly turning to the direction of the growl.The Alpha king was looking at her very hungrily, as if he wanted to devour her right in front of everyone. The music was still loud and no one seemed to have noticed the growl. It was also most probably because she had arrived late and everyone was half drunk already. But his wife next to him definitely did not miss her husband’s growl. The queen’s eyes were widened with shock and her mouth was left gaping as she looked at Jo with so much hatred. If looks could kill….Jo simply ignored their gaze and made her way towards where Lucy was. ‘Wow, you look mind blowing’, her friend commented. ‘Thanks. See I told you, the red lipstick would look bomb on you’, she replied making Lucy blush. ‘Nice to see you again’, Caleb intervened and only then did, the siren notice Lucy was not alone.‘Was I interrupting something?’, she quickly asked.‘Yes’, Caleb replied without hesitatin
Olivia watched in discontent as Jo dodged the spear that was meant to hit her. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.After hearing her husband call Jo ‘mate’, her doubts were confirmed. Jo was the bride from the forbidden book. The queen’s blood boiled thinking about how ominous and cursed that little omega was. Luckily, Olivia had prepared a surprise for Jo and her little group. Over the last few days, Von had arranged for a few of the Dark Slayer pack members to be flown to the royal kingdom as soon as possible. It was not odd to have packs attending special occasions hosted by the royal mansion. Though anyone would have noticed, their invitation was extremely rushed.The queen had a gut feeling telling her that something fishy was going between the Alpha from Dark Slayer pack claiming Lucy as his mate and Jo becoming close to Lucy after that. Something was not right. As Olivia watched Jo walk towards the spear, she was in heated eye contact with a strange good-looking man.
Lucy watched the exhausted Siren leave the ball. She looked extremely exhausted to say the least.'What the f.uck is she doing here?', a familiar voice scowled at her.It was her lifelong bully. Gina.'Hey, I asked you something, you little', she charged at her.But Lucy dodged Gina’s slap and grabbed it quickly, twisting her hands and making Gina’s body turn 180 degrees.'Ouch, let me go. Someone help!', her cries fell on deaf ears.'Keep your pretty hands to yourself', Lucy shoved the bully out of her way and excused herself to head out of the exit.Jayden looked like he had lost all of his interest in her. His gaze was now bored and dull. This is what Lucy feared the most. He now knew Jo had been his mate all along and not her. Shit.'Goodnight Lucy', her mate yelled from behind.'You too. Although I am surprised you watched and did nothing when someone almost raised their hands on your mate', Lucy paused and asked her doubtful mate.'My mate is a bloody Lycan. That she wolf, Regina
Power Whoever possessed it had the upper hand in any situation. Perhaps, Jo would have been considered powerful in her land but in the werewolf world, she was a measly omega. The last few days were rough on the poor siren. Losing countless nights of sleep finally drove her to the edge. She was usually very calculative and methodical in everything she did but her actions at the temple were rather erratic. She reflected on her actions near the temple. The sight of the guard touching her friend triggered something in her, it brought a very violent side to her. She thought she would never retort to this side of her again but it came back and it was ugly. Of course, the guard got what he deserved and Jo strongly doubted that the queen also had a hand in this. Forcing her to attend long ceremonies, temple blessings, making her stand in queues for hours and making her perform unreasonable tasks in the last few days, the list was inexhaustible. It was as if Olivia wanted to crack Jo and sh
Jo wasn’t sure what unnerved her more—the way the air grew colder the closer they got to the Wind Warrior Pack… or the way Alpha Don had been speaking ever since they left.She sat across from him, watching his profile as the forests of the Royal palace blurred past. He hadn’t said much for the past hour, until—“My brother used to love these woods.”Jo glanced up. “You’ve never mentioned a brother.”Don gave a tight-lipped smile. “There’s a lot I don’t mention.”His gaze didn’t shift from the window, but his voice turned heavier, like something long buried was bubbling to the surface.“We were twins. Predicted to follow different paths, one good, one evil.” A cold laugh escaped him. “The Goddess doesn’t like to choose, so she left it up to us. We grew up competing for everything.”Jo frowned. “What happened to him?”Don finally turned to her. His eyes, usually unreadable, were suddenly sharp. Haunted.“I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering.Bef
Peter hung limp in the chains, his shirt long gone, his chest smeared with bruises, old cuts, and filth. A ghost of the man who had she has once called father.....Caleb was silent beside her. His body hummed with quiet rage, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Not yet.“Start from the beginning,” he said after a long beat.Peter didn’t move at first. Then slowly, like a marionette tugged to life, he lifted his head.His eyes, bloodshot and ringed with purple, found Lucy.He smiled.“Well,” he rasped, voice like gravel. “The cursed child finally returns.”Lucy didn’t blink. “Tell me the truth.”Peter tilted his head, cracking his neck with an audible pop. “Truth? Funny thing for you to ask, considering you’ve been living a lie your whole life.”Her fingers curled at her sides.“I didn’t kill her,” Lucy said softly. “And you knew it.”Peter’s lip curled. “Of course I did.”The words hit like ice water. Sharp. Immediate. Tears threatening to spill.Lucy staggered a step.“You… knew,
Jo’s cloak fluttered behind her as she moved through the outer gates.The air outside the palace walls felt colder—emptier somehow. The forest beyond was thick with morning mist, and every step toward it felt heavier than the last. A small party of Wind warriors waited near the eastern path, saddled and silent. Alpha Don stood beside them, speaking quietly to one of his men, but when he saw her approach, he straightened.Jo carried no hesitation in her stride. She had already packed. Already said her goodbyes. The weight in her chest from the night before—Theo’s silent understanding, the press of his muzzle against her palm—still sat heavy beneath her ribs. She hadn’t told anyone. Not Sarah, not sweet Evie.This was her decision.Don looked at her as she stopped beside him. “You are coming?”Jo gave a single nod. “I want to come with you. To your pack. To the library. I need to know more about Malrik. About the Goblet. All of it.”He didn’t question it. Just gave her the slightest nod
Jo walked through the eastern corridor, the conversation with Alpha Don still echoing in her mind. His words, his offer—the mention of Malrik.As Jo rounded the corner near the older omegas’ wing, her steps slowed.Low voices filtered through the open archway ahead—maids, maybe three or four of them, their arms full of linens, speaking in hushed but eager tones. They didn’t see her.“…I don’t care if she’s his fated mate,” one of them hissed. “She still acted like the other woman.”Jo froze.“I know!” another whispered. “Kissing the Alpha King like that, right after the courtyard was still burning? Alpha Don was barely breathing! And she’s off playing tragic romance under the moonlight?”“Shhh,” a third warned, but her tone was laced with delight. “Someone might hear.”“Well, someone should say it,” the first one snapped. “Queen Olivia wouldn’t be caught dead behaving like that. She had grace. Power. She didn’t throw herself at him like a siren temptress.”Jo’s spine stiffened.“She i
The Royal Healers had finally returned from the Ice Pack.Jo felt their presence before she saw them—calm, collected energy seeping through the palace like mist.But Jo couldn’t settle. Her dream still clung to her like sea spray. That light. That voice.She wandered outside, breathing in the cooler air, and found herself near the training barracks again.“Jo,” a voice called.She turned to find Alpha Don, the Wind Warrior leader, standing a few paces away, his cloak fluttering slightly though there was no breeze. Tall, graceful, and still with the scar on his face.“Alpha Don,” she greeted politely.He nodded. “You don’t look like your fiery self today.”“I’ve had trouble sleeping,” Jo admitted.His eyes lingered on her, searching. “There’s something strange about you,” he said suddenly. “Like the air shifts when you’re near.”Jo raised an eyebrow. “Get in line, you are definitely not the first one to call me strange”He blinked, as if startled by his own honesty. “I... didn’t mean i
The Royal Healers had finally returned from the Ice Pack.Jo felt their presence before she saw them—calm, collected energy seeping through the palace like mist.But Jo couldn’t settle. Her dream still clung to her like sea spray. That light. That voice.She wandered outside, breathing in the cooler air, and found herself near the training barracks again.“Jo,” a voice called.She turned to find Alpha Don, the Wind Warrior leader, standing a few paces away, his cloak fluttering slightly though there was no breeze. Tall, graceful, and still with the scar on his face.“Alpha Don,” she greeted politely.He nodded. “You don’t look like your fiery self today.”“I’ve had trouble sleeping,” Jo admitted.His eyes lingered on her, searching. “There’s something strange about you,” he said suddenly. “Like the air shifts when you’re near.”Jo raised an eyebrow. “Get in line, you are definitely not the first one to call me strange”He blinked, as if startled by his own honesty. “I... didn’t mean i
The dream returned.Same shore. Same call. Her feet drifted forward without thinking, the cool sand pressing between her toes as that sound—faint and familiar—drew her in. It was gentle, almost like a lullaby, but there was something sad buried in it. Like someone was calling her... and missing her at the same time.The waves rolled slowly and steady, their rhythm syncing with the tight, quiet thud of her heart.And then—suddenly—the light broke through.It wasn’t warm or cold. It was blinding. A pure white form emerged from the waves, and as Jo blinked against the glow, a figure began to shape.Someone familiar. Someone long gone.But before she could name them—before she could scream or fall to her knees—the dream shattered, pulling her back into darkness.Jo woke with a soft gasp, her body tangled in sheets, her heart racing like a war drum. The dream lingered like salt on her lips as if she really was just at the ocean, blinded by the light.What were these dreams? And why did th
Jo exhaled slowly, her voice a low murmur.“I don’t know why it failed.”Evie blinked. “You mean… it wasn’t Victor?”Jo’s eyes flicked to the firelight, shadows dancing over her scarred cheek. “I gave it everything I had. My intentions were real—raw, even. I didn’t walk into that chamber planning to lie, and I wasn’t afraid of the truth. That Goblet should’ve accepted us.”Sarah studied her carefully. “But it didn’t.”“No,” Jo said softly. “It didn’t.”The former Queen tilted her head. “So… you think it was him?”“I don’t know.” Jo leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her knees. “That’s the part that haunts me. Maybe it was Victor. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was both of us carrying too many secrets, too much shame. The Goblet doesn’t care about feelings—it cares about truth.”Sarah’s voice was quieter now. “Do you regret it?”Jo’s eyes sharpened. “No.”The room held its breath.“I don’t regret what I gave him. Or what I told him. I meant every word. Even the parts that scared me,” she
Jo had been wandering the hallways of the demon kingdom, lost in her thoughts, when she found herself outside Victor's room. She hadn’t planned on visiting him, but something drew her to the door. She hesitated, her hand hovering just above the handle. She could sense something was wrong. The air around the door felt thick with a strange energy, almost suffocating.She heard a low, pained whimper from inside. Her heart clenched.Victor? Without thinking, Jo pushed the door open and stepped inside.The room was shrouded in darkness, but it wasn’t just the absence of light. This darkness felt alive, pulsating, almost like it was breathing. And there, in the middle of it, was Victor, doubled over in pain, his hands clutching his head.“Victor!” Jo’s voice trembled with concern as she rushed to his side. She could see his body trembling, sweat glistening on his brow. He looked up at her, his eyes a mixture of pain and something else—fear.“Jo…stay back,” he managed to gasp out between brea