MasukKnox Mercer…….
I didn’t want a Luna. That was the truth no one seemed willing to accept. The council chamber was quiet, and I sat in my chair while Conrad and Caleb watched me. Generations of Alphas were carved into the walls, staring down at me like judges waiting for me to fail or slip up. My father’s seat was empty now. His bloodline rested on my shoulders, and everyone could feel it. Caleb my Beta leaned against the table, watching me with those green eyes. Conrad stood by the window, silently watching. “You know the law,” Caleb said finally. “Without a Luna, your claim isn’t permanent.” I clenched my jaw. “I don’t need one.” Conrad turned to me. “You do if Bastain decides to contest.” That name hit like a blow to my chest. Bastain Mercer. My father’s eldest son. My half-brother who hates me and an opportunist. A man who had waited years for this exact opening so he could take the pack, and I wouldn't let him. “He won’t,” I said coldly. “He can,” Caleb replied. “And if he does, it won’t just be a claim. It’ll be a challenge.” I knew Caleb was right, if he challenged my throne it could lead to a fight. An Alpha challenge meant a fight till death, it meant weakness would be exposed and the pack would be divided. I dragged a hand down my face, feeling irritated with the whole situation. “So what? I grab the nearest she-wolf and call it destiny?” Conrad stepped forward. “There’s a legal auction tonight.” I laughed sharply. “Absolutely not.” “It’s clean,” Caleb said quickly. “Approved by the council with voluntary she wolves.No scandals.” “Buying a woman doesn’t make her my Luna.” “No,” Conrad said calmly. “But mating her does. Producing an heir does.” Caleb looked at me. “After that, she can leave. You don’t have to care. You don’t even have to like her, like a contract marriage or something.“ That… that was the part that stuck to me. I could do that. No attachment. No weakness. I thought of Bastain’s smirk, already imagining himself in my chair. “Fine,” I said finally. “ill think about it “ They exchanged looks. “Don’t make this more complicated than it is,” Caleb added. “You’re an Alpha. This is strategy.” I scoffed Strategy. That’s what I told myself as we entered the auction hall. The room was filled with other different Alphas from different packs and territories. I spoke to a few and took a seat at the back, where I could watch from the shadows. I watched the women, they were wall confident and beautiful, eager to follow whoever bought them. I didn't see anything wrong in it, they were unmated females tired of looking for a mate, and thought this was their only option. None of them interested me, so I barely looked at them. Until her. She stepped onto the platform like she didn’t belong there. And my world tilted. Honey-blonde hair spilled down her bare back, catching the light in a way that made her hair shimmer. That dress was too small, too revealing and it clung to her like it had been designed to make men like me fall to their knees Her long legs were on display and the dress did justice to her beautiful curves. She looked perfect. My wolf slammed against my ribs hard. What the hell— I felt a strong pull. It was violent and sudden. Mine. My wolf said Like he did, seven years ago My breath hitched as I looked at the source. Bright green eyes stared at me. The memories I tried to bury clawed at my brain. Green eyes. A shy smile. An eighteen-year-old omega trembling under my rejection. Mila Carter. My fingers curled slowly around the edge of the table. Of all the godsdamned places. Of all the women in the world. It had to be her. She lifted her eyes then—and froze. I saw it. The moment she recognized me. Pain flashed across her face. I growled in anger. What was she doing here? The bids started. $5,000. $7,000. $10,000. I barely heard them. All I could see was her. The way her shoulders were tense. The way she wasn’t smiling like the others. The way her sweet scent of roses cut through the room and slammed straight into me. She didn't look like she was enjoying this, and that alone should have stopped me. Instead, it made my jaw harden. Selling yourself now? After everything? Disgust coiled tight in my gut. She’d been a lowly omega then. Weak and unfit to stand beside me. And now she was standing on a stage, half-naked, letting men bid on her like she was a property. $15,000. $20,000. My wolf snarled. Mine. No. I didn’t want her. I didn’t need her. But the thought of someone else touching her—claiming her—made something dark roar inside me. $25,000. Conrad glanced at me. “Knox, she's the last girl.“ I didn’t respond. Her eyes scanned the room desperately, and when they locked onto mine again, her face went pale. $30,000 a man said. The number hit, and something snapped. I raised my hand. “200,000.” The room went silent. Caleb swore under his breath. “That’s—” too much.“ I wanted no competition. I wanted it over. I wanted her to be mine before I could think better of it. Her knees nearly buckled. Good. Let her feel what I’d felt seven years ago. The gavel came down. “Sold.” She was staring at me like I was a nightmare she couldn’t wake from. I stood up slowly. My gaze dragged over her body—every curve, every inch of exposed skin—and the desire that flared in me made me angry. I hated that she still affected me. Hated that my wolf was already claiming her. Hated that fate had dragged her back into my life when I had buried her memory a long time ago. This is just business, I told myself. She was a means to an end. A solution to my problems, a way to stake my claim. And when I was done with her—when I had my heir—I’d send her away. She’d never be my Luna. She'll never matter to me. But as her scent wrapped around me, familiar and intoxicating, my wolf growled low in warning. Because deep down… I knew I was lying. ****Hansel’s POVThe first thing my mother taught me was how to hide, it wasn’t how to fight or cast spells, it was to survive.Because witches like us didn’t survive by being powerful. We survived by never being found.And even then sometimes that wasn’t enough.I was eight years old when my childhood ended.The memory still haunted me everyday since then and it felt like a punishment.Sometimes when I looked into a mirror and saw pieces of my mother staring back at me.Back then, life was simple.Our village sat hidden deep in the southern forests, we were all witches and we had magic woven quietly into everyday life.Nobody outside our village knew we existed.Or at least that was what we believed.I slept peacefully that night beneath a patchwork blanket my mother had made. The smell of lavender candles filled our little home.A storm rumbled faintly outside theb someone shook my shoulder hard.“Hansel.” I groaned.“Mama”“Hansel.”Her voice sounded panicked and fear shot through my s
Mila’s POVI woke up screaming. The sound tore itself from my throat before I even understood where I was.One moment there had been darkness.The next all I could see was death around me, I sighed and looked around, Knox wasn’t here but he rushed in immediately.His arms wrapped around my shoulders while I shook violently.Moon Goddess, the dream had felt real, too real.The smell of burning flesh still lingered in my nose.The sound of children crying still echoed in my ears.The image of entire kingdoms collapsing refused to leave my mind.“Mila, look at me.” He said I looked up and his eyes were filled with concern.“What happened?”I opened my mouth but nothing came out.Because how was I supposed to explain what I’d just seen?A knock sounded at the door then another. Before anyone could answer, the door burst open and Hansel rushed inside first with Conrad right behind her.Then Caleb and Sasha even Marie then Eric and Elise, Marcus came in lastly.Everyone looked half dressed
Bastian POVThe Void never slept. That was something I learned years ago.It didn’t rest or go quiet. Didn’t leave you alone it was like a bug, it whispered constantly in my head.Sometimes it sounded like distant voices. Sometimes like scratching beneath stone. Sometimes like screams carried through water.But lately it had become louder.I stood alone inside the cavern beneath my fortress watching the black candles burned with unnatural flames around the chamber.Ancient runes covered the walls. Darkness pooled in the corners and in the center of the room stood a massive stone altar.The same altar where I trained every night. The same altar where I bled for power.The same altar where I had sacrificed pieces of myself until almost nothing human remained.I rested both hands against the cold stone and closed my eyes. Immediately the whispers began and it was clawing inside my skull and my jaw tightened.“Speak clearly.” I snapped A single voice emerged and it was not the demon fro
Bastian POVVoid magic made me feel alive. That was the first thing I learned after making the deal.It wasn’t power you controlled it was power you fed and the more hatred you carried the stronger it became.Years passed after my mother’s death I practiced in secret, draining the blood of servants and weak omegas to strengthen the bond.I learned how to hide the darkness inside me beneath fake smiles and careful obedience to everyone.In the eyes of the pack, I was simply the forgotten son, the rejected one and the troubled older brother of Knox Mercer.But underneath that mask the Void grew. I trained in hidden caves beneath the mountains. Every night I pushed the magic further.Until darkness obeyed me like a living weapon at first it nearly destroyed me, the Void demanded blood constantly.Sometimes I woke with blood on my hands and no memory of where it came from. Sometimes the shadows whispered for days without stopping.Sometimes I heard the demon’s voice in my dreams.Open the
Bastian POVPeople believed monsters were born. They weren’t they were made in a slow and painful way. And mine began the night I watched my mother die.I was eight years old when I learned love meant weakness in the Mercer kingdom and my father didnt give a shit about me.Rain hammered violently against the palace windows that night while thunder shook the mountain walls.The servants stayed silent as always. Because silence kept people alive in our house.I sat on the cold marble floor outside my mother’s chambers clutching a wooden wolf figurine she carved for me herself.“You should sleep, little prince,” my mother had whispered earlier that evening while brushing my dark hair away from my forehead.I remembered smiling at her and remembered the warmth in her eyes. That was the last night I ever felt safe.Voices echoed faintly from inside her room now they were arguing again. Father’s deep furious voice and another softer voice but also cold.Isobel Mercer My stepmother.Even as
Mila POVBreakfast in Elise’s kingdom was never peaceful.I realized that very quickly not because the food was bad.The food was amazing actually there was warm bread and hot chocolate thick enough to heal any emotional damage.Breakfast was chaotic because apparently everyone in our group had the energy of escaped criminals deranged.I walked into the massive dining hall beside Knox while still half asleep and immediately regretted being awake so early.Sasha was already yelling “THAT WAS A CHEAP MOVE!”“It was tactical,” Marie replied calmly while sipping tea.“You kicked dirt in my face!”“You left your guard open.”“That’s because I was WINNING.”“You were losing beautifully sweetheart”I rose my eyebrows at them, something was definitely going on Sasha looked personally offended meanwhile Conrad and Caleb sat beside each other looking entirely too relaxed while Hansel aggressively avoided eye contact with both of them.I narrowed my eyes immediately.“Hansel.”She pointed a spo
Mila's pov…..The sun dipped low over the lake, casting a golden shimmer across the water that danced like fireflies on the surface. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wildflowers, but all I could smell was my own heat as I whimpered in pain. "Please, Knox. Make it stop." I begged He s
Knox's POV….“This is ridiculous.”Conrad’s voice echoed across the training yard, sharp and irritated.I barely heard him.My mind was still stuck on the conversation from moments ago, replaying every word I had said about Mila.And the worst part?A small, ugly voice inside my head told me I had
Knox's pov…..The palace halls were quiet when I returned.I didn't like arguing with Mila.My boots echoed softly against the polished stone floor as I walked toward my room. Servants stepped aside respectfully when they saw me, lowering their gazes the way they always did now.Alpha King.The tit
Mila's pov…Kreda was draining and annoying, I almost punched her in the face.I reached the palace gates and pushed it open everywhere was dark already except for the torches of fires lining the place. Guards stood at their usual posts, but none of them stopped me as I walked inside.Some nodded







