Amara was born a slave, sold from one cruel master to another in the dangerous world of werewolves. Weak and helpless, she never dreamed of freedom—or love. But when she’s sold to Darius, the cold and strong Alpha of the Lycan Pack, her life changes forever. Darius refuses her as his mate the moment their bond is revealed. Betrayed and crushed, Amara flees, unknowing that she carries a secret—a child their pain? Or will the moon’s threat tear them apart for good?
View MoreAmara’s POVThe courtyard was fire and ruin.Steel clashed, voices broke, and the stench of rot thickened until I could taste it on my tongue. Every breath was ash. Every heartbeat was war.But none of it mattered.Because across the chaos, the Forsaken Alpha’s pale eyes fixed on me. His smile was carved in bone and shadow, silent but merciless. The other Forsaken bent toward him, their movements sharpening, as if my fear was the drumbeat they followed.Darius’s hand lingered on my arm for a moment too long. He wanted to anchor me. To keep me behind the shield wall, safe.But safe had never been an option for me.I tore forward.The shadows answered before I even called, lashing out in spears and blades. They cut through Forsaken bodies, reducing them to dust and tar. My pack rallied behind me, a roar rising from their throats, but it was thin against the tide. For every creature we struck down, another crawled over the walls, dragging rusted chains like bells tolling the end of every
Amara’s POVThe night hadn’t ended before the horns sounded again.This time, it wasn’t warning from the border villages. It was the walls themselves.I was already in the courtyard when the first flare lit the sky ,red fire streaking upward before bursting in a shower of sparks. The eastern watchtower, signaling attack.Shouts tore through the stronghold as warriors stumbled from their beds, dragging on armor, clutching blades. The scent of fear was sharp in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood still drying from the last fight.Darius appeared beside me, golden eyes fierce. “They’ve moved faster than expected.”“Or we’ve underestimated them,” Mira muttered, strapping her sword tight across her back. Her jaw was set, her eyes already on the gates.The ground trembled under my feet. Once. Twice. A steady rhythm, growing louder.Then came the howls.Not the living. Not wolves as we knew them. These howls were fractured, broken, like glass grinding against stone. The Forsake
Amara’s POVThe warning horn split the night.I was already half awake when the sound tore through the courtyard, shrill and urgent, rattling the windows. Boots thundered against stone, shouts rising like a tide.I was at the balcony in seconds, cloak thrown around my shoulders. Beyond the walls, the forest glowed faintly orange ,the border villages burning.The Forsaken had arrived.By the time I reached the yard, Darius was already strapping on his armor, his voice carrying as he barked orders. Warriors rushed to arm themselves, faces pale but determined. The fear was there, but discipline kept them moving.“Scouts say they’ve broken the wards along the eastern ridge,” Mira reported, sword drawn. “The villages won’t hold.”Darius’s eyes flicked to me, gold blazing in the torchlight. “You’re with me.”I nodded, but the weight in his voice wasn’t just command. It was trust. Trust I couldn’t afford to fail.We rode hard through the night, hooves pounding against frozen ground. Smoke th
Amara’s POVThe next night, I couldn’t sit still.Every creak of the floorboards, every shift of the wind against the shutters had my heart racing. Sleep was out of the question. If I closed my eyes, I heard him again ,Kael, calm and certain in the forest: Strike first. End it on our terms.I had kept his treachery quiet for too long. If I told Darius, he would confront Kael openly, and blood would spill before the Forsaken even reached our gates. If I told Mira, she would put her blade through him without hesitation.No. This had to come from me.So when the moon rose high and the halls fell quiet, I left my chamber, cloak pulled tight around me, and went hunting.I found him in the armory, sharpening his blade. Sparks spat with every stroke, flashing against the hard angles of his face. He didn’t look surprised to see me.“Lady of shadows,” he murmured, as though he’d been expecting me.I kept my voice low, steady. “We need to talk.”He sheathed the blade slowly, deliberately, and l
Amara’s POVEven after the sky lightened and the sounds of waking filled the halls, my body refused rest. Every time I closed my eyes, Kael’s voice echoed back at me:Sleep never came.She’ll deliver us to Lilith… Better to strike first.By the time Darius entered my chamber, I was still sitting at the edge of the bed, cloak pulled around my shoulders as though it could shield me from what I’d heard.He frowned. “You haven’t slept.”I lifted my eyes to his. The worry there was plain, though he tried to hide it behind Alpha steel. “Would you, knowing what’s coming?”His jaw tightened. “No.”For a moment, neither of us spoke. He crossed the room and knelt before me, his hands bracing on my knees. “We’ll hold them, Amara. The Forsaken won’t reach these walls.”I wanted to believe him. Needed to. But the true danger wasn’t clawing outside our borders. It was already inside, sharpening its blades in the dark.I almost told him what I’d overheard. The words pressed against my lips, aching to
Amara’s POVThe packhouse felt colder that night.Not because of the stone walls or the draft slipping in through the high windows, but because every hallway seemed to echo with whispers. Whispers of my name. Whispers of what I was becoming. Whispers that clung to me like smoke, even when no lips were moving.I walked the corridors slowly, listening. The torches along the walls sputtered, their light flickering too much to be steady. Every sound sharpened, the scrape of boots across stone, the distant creak of doors closing, the hushed conversations that cut off whenever I passed by.I had fought monsters. I had faced Viktor. I had carried a child into this blood-stained world. Yet none of it weighed on me the way this did, my own pack turning brittle with fear. Mira was waiting outside my chamber, arms folded. Her figure was half in shadow, her stance sharp as a blade.“You shouldn’t wander alone this late,” she said, voice taut.“I needed air,” I answered.Her gaze flicked to my wr
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