**CHAPTER 3
The figure was enormous, boasting a well-defined muscular physique. The wind blew at his long hair, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to cut through the crowd, sending chills down everyone’s spine. “Isn’t that...” A sense of dread settled over the onlookers as they gazed at the imposing figure, their eyes wide with disbelief. He stepped aside, and a perfect replica of himself appeared next to him. “Oh, my goodness!” a middle-aged woman gasped. “What are the Lycan Twins doing here? Oh, dear goddess, have mercy!” The twins began advancing, causing the crowd to part immediately to allow them passage. Without breaking stride, they pushed forward until they reached the guillotine, only to find Alycia unconscious. One of the twins quickly leaned down, lifting her into his arms. ***** As dusk approached, the pack square lay deserted. In a guest room of the palace, Alycia was sprawled flat on the bed. She suddenly sat up, memories of the earlier events flooding her mind as her eyes darted around the room. Then she blinked, feeling a sharp pain in her back, and she flexed her body, wondering how she had gotten in here. How had she managed to heal so fast? For werewolves, they do have high healing capabilities, but when silver is used on them, it takes a whole lot to time to heal. The room was a bit dark and the blinds were all down. Realizing she was no longer in the square, amidst those angry crowds, she quickly stood. As she turned towards the door, she shrieked. Her eyes settling on a figure in the dark room, sitting adjacent to her, watching her in silence. Alycia scurried away, almost losing her footing in the process. She hasn't seen them when they walked through the crowd. But the faint streaks of light reflection into the room was enough to get a glimpse of the intruder's face. The Lycan Twins? She shuddered and a shiver ran down her spine. She felt her heart beating erratically in her rib cage, as she took a protective step backwards. “What…” She cleared her throat, and squared her shoulders, “What are…you doing here?" The Lycan Twins were rivals to their pack. And as Princess and former heir to the throne, her father had taught and made her understand every single thing in the pack. He had let her attend meetings and delegations. The first and last time she had seen the Lycan twins was when she was a little girl, and had only caught a glimpse of them. The one standing before her hadn't changed one bit. Still as young as ever. One thing was certain. If the Lycan Twins were indeed here, then all was not well. They are ruthless. Scary. They cause problem and chaos wherever they stepped foot. There was a reason her father warned her to steer clear of them in whatever she does in the future. The man stood abruptly, his piercing blue eyes pinning her in place. Aly is stumbled backwards, her instincts screaming at her to run. She heard a click behind her, and the door opened. But as she turned, she bumped into a rock hard chest. “Where are you off to, baby girl?" A different, yet chilling voice resonated in her. Piercing grey eyes stared back at her and she literally froze. Those eyes…. “What do you want?" She shuddered, moving away from him, with icy eyes. “We are here to offer you a deal." Her brows shot up, " And you think I would blindly strike a deal with….you both?” “You don't have a choice, sweetheart! You should be thankful to us for saving your life. You would be dead meat by now." She blinked, but masked her expression. " Save my life? I didn't recall asking you to save my life!” The twin ran a hand over his long hair, as he chuckled and took a step forward. “We want you. In exchange for your freedom. We have the power to set you free, baby girl. But only if you agree to our terms.” Alycia scoffed in disbelief. The twin had moved from the door and she followed his movements, watching, and then she dashed towards the door. She had gotten to her door, and was about to twist the knob, when strong hands grabbed her by the waist, and she felt a warm breath on her neck, “Not so fast, Princess…” She turned, her eyes widening, as she realized it was the other twin who had been watching her earlier. Alycia felt her world stop as she stared up at him closely. His eyes….oh goddess… They were so blue. She hadn't seen such chiseled features and strong jawline. Her eyes stared at his glossy pink lips. It was…perfect. Unlike his brother, he had his jet black hair tied up in a ponytail, accentuating his chiseled features. “Where are you headed, little mouse?” he whispered in her ears. She felt another hand on her back and she jerked, undecided on who to face. Turning slightly, her eyes met the other twin, staring down at her with a playful smirk on his lips. It was suddenly so hot in the room. She felt heat all over her body. He leaned in, and Alycia almost forgot how to breath. “Be ours," he whispered, again, " In exchange for your freedom! And then she recoiled, letting in a sharp breath as she moved away from them. “I…I..” Their voices were calm. So calm, but the look in their eyes were so cold, she was literally holding herself back from screaming her lungs out. “ Or we can easily send you back to the guillotine and watch the pack kill you for a crime you committed?” “I didn't do it!" Alycia found herself yelling. " Oh, we do not care, Princess." The other twin spoke, rolling his eyes. Alycia huffed, amazed by the request they'd just made. They must be really delusional to think she would have anything to do with them. She took a deep breath, and faced them squarely, mustering all confidence she had, “I'd rather die than to have anything to…" She paused, feeling a shiver run down her spine as she recalled the moment she had actually almost died. Her fingers clenched, nails digging into her palms, as she wondered what would have become of her if they hadn't arrived at the right time. Alycia shook her head as her gaze rested on the twin before her. She stared at the other as well, suddenly realizing how powerful they were. She needed to get to the bottom of this. Her parents were dead. And she was falsely accused and almost beheaded. She felt grateful for the twins saving her life. And then she shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, she raised her chin up. “Fine”, she blurted, her eyes trailing from the first twin to the second. The twins looked at each other and a smirk formed on their lips. “Good! Now, let us deal with that mate of yours, shall we?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