LOGINThe gates of the Lycan Kingdom opened under a sky heavy with storm. Jeremiah stepped inside alone. No royal escort. No war drums. No announcement. Only silence followed him the kind that spreads when a kingdom senses something is wrong. The guards at the entrance stiffened the moment they saw him. "My King—" one of them began, relief flooding his voice. "We were told you were missing. The Queen—" "I know what she was told," Jeremiah interrupted, his voice calm but carrying an authority that instantly silenced them. He didn’t stop walking. Behind him, whispers began to rise. The King has returned. He’s alive… But beneath the relief… there was tension. Because something about him had changed. Inside the grand hall, Hyna stood near the throne, her fingers gripping the armrest tightly. Days. He had been gone for days. No trace. No scent. No body. For the first time in years, uncertainty had crept into her carefully controlled world. "Search again," she snapped at the kn
Eliana was still leaning forward, her hands trembling slightly against Jeremiah’s chest where the last traces of dark magic had faded. The silver glow around her fingers flickered then slowly dimmed.For a heartbeat nothing happened.ThenA sharp inhale.Jeremiah’s chest rose suddenly beneath her hands."Eliana" Kevin stepped forward instinctively, but Gabriel raised his hand, stopping him."Wait."Jeremiah’s fingers twitched.Slowly… painfully… his eyes began to open.At first, they were unfocused clouded, like someone waking from a deep abyss. His breathing was uneven, his body still weak from the spell that had nearly claimed him.But thenHis gaze found her.And everything stilled."Eliana…" His voice was barely a whisper, rough and broken, as if dragged back from somewhere far too dark.The moment shattered her composure.Tears rushed to her eyes, spilling freely as she let out a shaky breath. "You’re awake…"She didn’t realize when her hand moved to his face, holding him as if
Jeremiah lay motionless on the cold stone floor, his once-mighty aura reduced to a faint, flickering thread of life. The spell Hyna had unleashed was meant to kill Eliana, not to silence him into this terrifying stillness. But magic, when born of desperation, rarely obeys its caster. Hyna knelt beside him, her fingers trembling as she pressed her palms against his chest. Dark runes glowed beneath her skin, crawling up her arms like living ink. "Wake up," she whispered sharply. "Jeremiah… this was not how it was meant to happen." She began chanting again, voice echoing against the chamber walls. The air thickened, smoke curling from the sigils carved into the ground. Her magic lashed outward, searching for the fracture point of her own spell. Nothing. Jeremiah did not stir. His Lyca, powerful, ancient, feared across kingdoms remained sealed beneath layers of enchanted paralysis. The wound at his side, though no longer bleeding, pulsed with corrupted magic that refused to dissol
Her boots dragged against gravel. Her hands trembled. Tear tracks streaked her cheeks, drying in uneven lines. Jeremiah’s scent still clung to her and something deeper that only she could recognize. The moment the gates opened, the guards stiffened. "Alpha" one of them began, then froze at the sight of her face. Within seconds the alert traveled through the mind link. Gabriel was already halfway down the steps of the pack house when she reached the courtyard. "Lia." His voice wasn’t Alpha-commanding. It wasn’t controlled. It was a father’s voice. Behind him came Ethan, Aiden, Mark, and Nathan. Their scents shifted instantly , protective, angry and worried. Gabriel stopped in front of her, his large hands hovering before finally gripping her shoulders. "Who did this?" His eyes darkened dangerously. "Tell me." Eliana tried to speak, but her throat tightened. The image replayed in her mind , Hyna’s magic slamming into Jeremiah’s shield the crack of power splitting t
Hey Readers! Firstly, I would like to apologize for not updating regularly and making you wait this long. I was stuck in something. From Monday onwards, I'll update regularly.
Author’s POV The night did not arrive quietly. It descended like a curse. The sky above the abandoned woods darkened unnaturally, clouds coiling over one another as if the heavens themselves sensed the shift in power. The wind whispered through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, carrying with it the echo of spells long forgotten—and others never meant to be used again. At the heart of the forest, magic awakened. Hyna stood alone in a wide clearing where no animal dared to tread. The ground beneath her feet was etched with glowing sigils, each one carved by her own hands, fed by blood, rage, and centuries of forbidden knowledge. The symbols pulsed faintly, responding to her presence like loyal servants waiting for command. Her expression was calm, but her eyes burned. "This ends tonight," she murmured. She raised her hands, long fingers slicing through the air with practiced precision. Dark energy gathered around her palms, swirling, thick and alive. The magic resp
ELIANA My suitcase lay open on the bed, clothes folded neatly inside—things I had chosen carefully, nervously, as if what I wore might somehow decide my fate in Jeremiah’s world. My birthday eve. I had never cared much for this day. It was always just the quiet before the ache—the night befo
ELIANA I knew something was up the moment Jeremiah texted me the address. 'Just wear something comfortable,' he’d added. 'And trust me.' Trusting Jeremiah had become dangerously easy. The theater looked ordinary from the outside—sleek glass, muted lights—but the moment we stepped inside, I
JEREMIAH I had waited my whole life for control. Control over my wolf. Control over my instincts. Control over the fire that ran in my veins every time power answered my call. But standing there, in my bedroom, with Eliana sitting on my bed and looking at me like she didn’t yet know wheth
ELIANA I knew something was coming the moment Jeremiah went quiet. It wasn’t the comfortable kind of silence—the one where we worked side by side, exchanging glances and half-smiles. This was different. Focused. Heavy. Like he was carrying a decision that refused to stay unspoken. We were in hi







