CHAPTER 4
In a dimly lit study in the palace, Ethan stood beside a desk, as he paced continuously. He raised his hand up, wiping the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He was troubled. So troubled at the Lycan Twins arrival. Why do they have to come ruin everything? He had been planning this for months! Months, until it finally worked out. Surely, those twins wouldn't jeopardize his plans? Would they? Surely they wouldn't interfere in his business this way....Alycia had committed a crime, and she needed to face the punishment, come what may! As much as he worried, he couldn't help but wonder why they had taken her. What gave them the fucking right to lay a hand on her? Ethan was angry and confused. Angry because they stopped him from taking her out of the way. Confused, because he had absolutely no idea what they were planning, or had in mind. Alycia was his. His to ruin and His to do as pleases. “You have to relax.." Soft warm hands held him from the back, cutting off his thoughts, “You have been standing at the same spot for hours, Ethan. I can literally feel the rage emanating from you.” He slowly turned, and met her eyes. Light brown eyes stared back at him worriedly. He ran a hand in his hair, his breath coming out in shaky gasps. His eyes were frantic, darting at the door every second, “I can not help but worry, Maya. We are talking about the Lycan Twins here! They have a very strong hold over this pack, even when your parents were alive. I can't let them ruin what we have planned, Maya. I can't!” Maya heaved a sigh. The mention of her parents caused a dark shadow pass over her eyes. Deep within her, she felt bad for what they had done. But they deserved it. Her parents always doted on Alycia so much. Paid her so much attention, and made her,(Maya), feel like an outcast. She felt absolutely no remorse for her actions. Growing up, she had always wanted to be Luna. She had always wanted to learn the stuffs Alycia was granted. She always wanted more. More than she was allowed to. But she was just the younger sister, and to them, they were doing her a favor shielding her from all of those. Her plan began when she found her mate, Ethan, who was supposedly mated to Alycia. A chuckle escaped her lips as she recalled how Alycia had fell into her plans so easily. She saw herself so much in him. She saw that hungry glint in his eyes. Maya was a conniving lady. She was greedy, and wants so much more for herself. She believed that the world didn't treat her fairly, but she also believed so much in the fact that she could definitely rewrite her fate. They had come this far, yes, she was worried about the Lycan Twins appearance. She waited to see what exactly they wanted, and then they could decide how to dance to the tune. “One step at a time. Relax," she said in a reassuring tone, and wrapped a hand over his neck. Ethan opened his mouth to say something. But closed it right back. The truth was, he was a bit scared. He was scared of Alycia making a comeback through the help of the twins. He didn't tell Maya that he had been having nightmares of her, which was why he was so tensed up and couldn't relax. Suddenly, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with so much force, causing Ethan's eyes to widen in shock. The twins stepped into the room. King Lucien and Rowan. Their overbearing presence filled the air, causing it to become chilly. And then, the twins moved a little to the side, and Alycia slowly stepped in their middle. Ethan's eye widened for a split second, as he stared at the three standing before him. He felt his heart rate flutter as he stared into Alycia's eyes. His fingers dug into his palms, as he seethed inwardly. “My Lords," he bowed slightly at them. Maya on the other hand, had her jaw dropped in astonishment. She didn't get to see the twins up close earlier, but nothing could have expected her for the sight before her. Her knees almost gave out at the commanding presence they instilled, but goodness gracious, they were beautiful! Her mouth opened and closed, but when her gaze settled on Alycia standing in their middle, a sour hateful look clouded her face. Her eyes trailed down her body. Alycia looked more like her self. She was no longer in the tattered dress from earlier, she was draped in a simple beige colored dress, which went down a little above her knee. Something in her gaze made her shiver, but she clenched her fists, composing herself to see what was about to happen. But then, a single glare from the twins made her come to her senses and with a stiff bow, and a murmured excuse, Maya fled the room, her heart pounding in her rib cage.FEW MONTHS LATERThe early afternoon sun hung high above the Lycan realm, flooding the courtyards with golden light, when Alycia’s scream pierced the stillness. It wasn’t the scream of fear—it was the sharp, raw cry of a woman whose body had finally given way to the inevitable moment.Inside the royal quarters, chaos broke out in an instant. The healers rushed to her side, their arms steady but their faces etched with urgency. Alycia’s tunic clung to her body, damp with sweat, her hair plastered against her forehead. Her water had broken suddenly, leaving no room for calm preparation.She gripped the sheets with trembling hands, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head fiercely, her eyes wide with panic. “Not without them.” Her voice cracked, her words directed at no one in particular.The healers tried to soothe her, tried to steady her trembling body onto the birthing bed in the clinic chamber, but Alycia’s entire being rebelled. She th
Chapter 125“Put me down!” Alycia laughed, struggling lightly in their arms.“Never,” Lucien growled against her ear, his warmth brushing her neck.“Not when you belong exactly here,” Rowen added, his smile soft yet unyielding.They carried her into the quiet of the palace, away from the noise and music. Down long corridors lit only by moonlight, until they reached her chambers. The door closed behind them, muffling the celebration.Alycia’s breath hitched as they lowered her onto the bed, but neither stepped back. Lucien’s golden eyes burned into her, Rowen’s darker gaze softer but no less intense.“You are ours,” Lucien murmured, his hand brushing her cheek.“And we are yours,” Rowen finished, his voice steady.Their lips claimed hers—first one, then the other, a rhythm of fire and tenderness that left her trembling. Their hands moved over her gown, sliding fabric away, worshipping every inch of her. She gasped, clung to them, the world beyond that room forgotten.---She didn't k
Chapter 124Present Time Few Months After Conronation The night sky glimmered with a thousand silver stars, as if the heavens themselves had gathered to watch the moment. Lanterns floated in the breeze, their soft golden glow falling over the grand courtyard of the Supreme Lycan Realm. It had been rebuilt stronger than ever, its marble floors polished until they shone like liquid moonlight, its pillars wrapped in ivy and roses.Lucien stood tall at the head of the dais, his shoulders squared, his black tunic trimmed with threads of silver and crimson. He looked every inch the king he was, his presence commanding without effort. At his side stood Rowen, his twin, his eyes sharp, steady, and proud. Between them, on a throne crafted of black stone and edged with white crystal, sat Alycia. Her gown flowed in ripples of silver and pale lavender, her hair braided with pearls that shimmered with every flicker of firelight.For a heartbeat, silence fell over the thousands gathered. Wolves a
Chapter 123. A moment Worth Remembering Many Centuries AgoThe air inside the mirrored chamber felt heavy, carrying silence that pressed against every surface. The walls stretched high, each one covered edge to edge with glass. Dozens of reflections stared back from every direction, creating an endless world of repeating figures. When they stepped into the room, it felt as if a thousand versions of themselves were already there, waiting.He moved first, shoulders stiff, each step echoing sharply against the floor. The mirrors caught his every motion, multiplying it until he seemed to stalk himself from every side. His reflection followed with the same cold set of his jaw, the same tension in his frame, and the sight only deepened the storm boiling in his chest.She lingered near the entrance, her hands trembling as she held them close to her chest. The mirrors framed her fragility, displaying her fear from all angles—her wide eyes, her uncertain breaths, the way her weight shifted as
Chapter 122.Ravenna was seen sitting all by herself by the fireplace when her mate, Lucien came in and began to make her feel good, taking all her worried away.One of Lucien’s hands slid down to Ravenna’s ass, gripping her firmly as his mouth captured hers again. “Open for me,” he demanded, his voice low, and she obeyed instantly, parting her lips to deepen their kiss. Her hands roamed his broad back, climbing higher until her fingers were buried in his thick hair. Her nails brushed across his scalp, a silent plea betraying the hunger rising inside her.A groan rumbled in his chest as he kissed her harder, carrying her down the hall with reckless urgency. Something toppled over and shattered against the floor, but neither of them broke apart. If anything, the noise only heightened the desperation between them.Lucien’s hands slid beneath her dress, gripping her ass with his bare palms. “Fuck,” he groaned into her mouth. “You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted this. I never stopped t
Chapter 121Rowen lets out a guttural groan. “Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful, Alycia.”“She sure is,” Lucien murmurs.Heat floods Alycia’s cheeks at their praise, her body trembling as their hungry eyes devour her. Despite being trapped between their molten-hot bodies, goosebumps prick her arms and a shiver races down her spine. Rowen’s shirt brushes her front, Lucien’s bare chest warms her back—it’s a maddening contrast, and yet all she can think about is peeling Rowen’s shirt away, seeing that toned torso she’s only felt through fabric. She needs his skin on hers.She reaches for his buttons, but he captures her wrists and quirks a brow. “You want this off, princess?”She bites her lip and nods, too turned on to breathe. Her thighs are slick already, her knees weak, and they haven’t even truly touched her yet.Lucien sweeps her hair aside and presses kisses to her neck, making her shiver harder as Rowen undoes his buttons with teasing precision. The shirt falls open, revealing s