Masuk“Please don't hurt me.” She whispered, blocking her face with her hand as she leaned against the wall. He felt broken as she stumbled backwards from him. Wasn't she aware of werewolves?“You don't need to be afraid.” He said softly. “I won't hurt you.”Her heart still raced. “What are you? You just turned into a monster.”“I'm not a monster, Blossom. I'm a werewolf. Have you also forgotten about werewolves?”She didn't respond. Her chest continued rising and falling from the fear she felt. Her silence confirmed his question. She had forgotten that too.“We are all werewolves here. We transform into wolves. We live in packs, but…” He paused, knowing the last detail wasn't easy to be revealed. “I'm a rogue. We are all rogues here, cast out of our packs and struggling to survive on cursed lands.”She frowned slightly, trying to put the pieces together. “And that thing you fought?”“It's still a rogue, but not one of us. It chose to roam about and attack people instead of surviving.”He c
The night had barely let him rest. Trevor tossed and turned, his mind returning again to the woman. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face.By dawn, he gave up on sleep entirely. The castle was quiet and cold that morning. He walked down the cold corridor towards the room where Maria lay. The air inside there was warmer. Alice was already there, sitting by the bedside with a cup of steaming tonic.He watched his mate, Maria who sat propped against the pillow, her arms folded across her chest.“Drink this.” Alice said softly, holding the cup to her lips. “It would help your memory and strengthen your body.”Maria shook her head in defiance, her eyes drifting to Trevor as he entered. “I'm not drinking that.”Alice tried again. “You need this dear.”“I said no.”Alice looked helplessly at Trevor. He requested that she give him the cup, then dismissed her.Alice obeyed and headed for the door. When the door closed behind her, he walked towards his mate. He sat at the edge of the b
The castle walls were colder than usual that morning. Even with the hearth burning in the fireplace, a chill clung to the air. Part of the reason for the chilly weather was because of the last day’s storm. The rogue king, Trevor, had sent out his men to see how much damage the storm had caused. The soil was already cursed and barely yielded food, and he was sure it was going to be worse after the storm.Trevor paced around his corridors restlessly. His boots tapped faintly on the stone, his hands were locked behind his back. Something urged him to go outside, something he had not felt before and wasn't supposed to feel. That morning, he had woken before sunrise, his chest was heavy with a pressure he couldn't name, and right now, it had gotten more intense.“No, it can't be.” He muttered to himself, trying to shake off this feeling, blaming it on the endless worry that came from ruling a dying land.He was about to step out of the castle to follow this pull when he heard a shout at th
THE ROGUE KING'S TERRITORYThe storm had ended days ago, but the land still bore its scars. The lands were waterlogged, the soil eroded, and half of the few crops drowned in mud.Even before the rain, the fields were dull with withered plants. The land was cursed. Every season, the inhabitants asked for more of it, but it gave less. Men walked along the edge of the land, examining the storm's damage.“The storm took half of our crop.” One of them said angrily. “We'll be lucky if we have food this winter.”“The storm took more than that.” Another said with a sigh. He pointed to a far end where a foul stench rose from. “The drainage is broken again.”Both of them, Tomas and Redd, moved towards the broken drainage. The drainage was nothing more than a crude channel cut into the earth, used to divert dirty water. The storm had ripped it apart, leaving it clogged with debris.At first it looked like a heap of soaked branches and leaves tangled together, but as they stepped closer, their ey
Triton sat at his desk. The contents of Maria's letter was still heavy in his heart. He leaned back, dragging a hand over his hair. He should write to her, or ride to see her himself. He couldn't keep sitting at one spot, paralyzed by indecision.She had never appeared to him as one to lie. Still doubt lingered. “Was this the truth or her way of pinning another man's child on me?”A knock at the door cut through his thoughts.“Enter.”A man entered, bowing first before facing Triton. “Alpha, news just came from the borders. Two bodies were found washed ashore. They've been recognized as men of Veilwood.”Triton sat forward and his brows knitted into a frown. “From Veilwood?”“Yes Alpha. Their ship is nowhere to be found. There's no sign of wreckage, only the dead men.”Triton rose to his feet and exhaled deeply.“Prepare the bodies. We'll return them to Veilwood for a proper burial.”The man bowed and left to carry out Triton's instruction. He picked up the letter and skimmed through
Triton's POVThe sealed letter laid among my clothes, wedged between my armour and training gear. It had been sitting there for over a week. The messenger who brought it said it was from Maria.I pushed it further out of sight. I didn't want anything to make me think of her. I didn't want whatever excuse, apology or demand that she wrote in the letter.I always remembered how I searched for her, carrying only the memory of her scent. All that searching and hours I made my men look for her, and she rejected me, leaving my efforts in the mud.Was the letter to explain why she tricked me into the rejection? Or to smooth over what she had done?I took a deep breath and shut thoughts of her out of my mind. I picked up my leather straps and blade and strapped them on, then headed to the training center.The clang of steel rang through the training grounds. Sweat rolled down my chest as I slashed my blade in the air. My muscles burned as I engaged in a combat with my opponent who was also st







