로그인"Kill him!"The lead guard bellows, and a dozen armored executioners draw their broadswords, rushing toward my father.“No. They're too many…” I breathe in panic.Behind me, Rowan lets out a dark, thrilled laugh.He absolutely loves the chaos.He releases his grip on my shoulder, drawing the serrated dagger from his belt as his eyes turn golden.He is a predator unleashed, ready to tear my father to pieces.I can't let him.My father is a powerful alpha, but against the twin lycan kings in their own fortress, this is a suicide mission.Using the sudden rush of strength from the King's blood still humming in my veins, I twist my body and throw my entire weight backward, slamming myself directly into Rowan's chest just as he tries to lunge past me to delay his strike."Get out of the way, princess!" Rowan snarls, his free hand shooting out to grab my hair, tilting my head up.I don't back down.I look into his eyes and shake my head.“Let my father go… please.”His lips twitch at my des
Rowan turns around, a slow, dark, predatory smile spreading across his lips that makes my blood run cold."It seems your father has come to collect your corpse. Let's go see if he believes your little accident story. And remember..."He bends down, his rough thumb trailing over the tiny bead of blood on my throat, wiping it away. "...if he steps out of line, I will kill him right in front of you."With a swift flick of his blade, he slices the heavy leather straps binding my chest and arms with terrifying speed.Without hesitation. He yanks me out of the chair by the heavy iron chain connecting my shackles, forcing me to stumble forward against his rock-hard chest.He holds my gaze, and I quickly step back."Move," he commands.The king's blood is still humming in my veins, giving me a surge of unnatural strength.I look up at Rowan, my eyes narrowing, devoid of fear."If you touch a single hair on my father's head, I don't care if I am wolfless—I will find a way to bleed you dry."Ro
The guards drag me, like I'm prey, something worthless.Memories flood my mind.How far I have fallen.Even when Madison took everything from me, I was still a princess. Respected. Blessed by the Goddess.My wolf, Elara, was fierce, and I was proud.Now I'm being paraded through the pack like a common criminal, my feet numb from trudging through the snow.However, I keep my chin high, my gaze locked straight ahead.I refuse.I refuse to look like a defeated prisoner walking to her execution.I'm an alpha's daughter. Even without my wolf, I will carry myself like royalty until the very end.The guards lead me past the grand throne room. Two thrones stand side by side, but the largest throne sits elevated between them, reserved for their queen.They truly worshipped her.We head toward a narrow, spiraling stone staircase that cuts deep into the foundations of the castle.The air grows colder with every step we take.The scent of expensive cologne, clean linen, and woodsmoke gradually di
Rowan doesn’t wait for my answer.He straightens up, shifting as he turns away from the bed.However, he doesn't leave through the main door.Instead, he strides back toward the balcony, his white shirt billowing in the freezing wind.With one fluid motion, he leaps off into the shadows.The French doors click shut, leaving me alone in the freezing silence.I stare at the small vial resting on the silk sheets. The silver liquid inside seems to pulse with a low, magical luminescence.The blood of one of the lycan kings who hate me more than life itself.Every stubborn cell in my body screams at me to throw the vial against the wall.And I really want to shatter it.I hate them, and taking their blood feels like a burden.But then I look down at my throbbing foot. I look at my trembling, bruised hands. I'm practically one giant wound.“He wants to break your spirit,” Rowan’s words echo in the quiet room. “But tomorrow... he hands you over to me.”If I don't take this tonic, I will enter
The brass handle clicks.A breath catches in my throat, freezing in my chest.My heart thumps so violently against my ribs I’m certain whoever is on the balcony can hear it.I’m completely defenseless.The omegas cleaned the room too well; there are no shards of glass left, no heavy objects within arm's reach.My body is a roadmap of agony; my foot is throbbing from the deep cut; I doubt I can run.I’m nothing more than prey.The heavy French door creaks open.A rush of biting winter air sweeps into the room, billowing the sheer curtains.A massive silhouette steps over the threshold, closing the glass door behind him with terrifying silence.The scent hits me before I can even see his face. Rain, pine, and wildfire.Rowan."What is he going to do to me?"This is, this is his brother’s room, he won’t force me here, right?Fear grips me, my body trembling as I fist the sheets firmly.Rowan steps in; it’s dark so I can’t see his face, but the light from the balcony highlights him.He's
“Enjoy the soft mattress tonight. Tomorrow. I start breaking what's left of you.”Ronan steps back after that.His massive frame moves away from me, and the sudden loss of his warmth makes the bedroom feel freezing again.My jaw throbs where his fingers gripped me.Ronan turns on his heel and walks toward the door without a single glance back. He opens it, his voice ringing out to the guards waiting in the corridor.“Clean up the mess. Lock her in. If she steps one foot out. Your heads roll.”“Yes, Your Majesty,” the guards reply in unison.The heavy doors shut with a firm click. The sound echoes through the quiet space, feeling like a final judgment.The moment he is gone, my knees give out. I collapse onto the edge of the desk, my breaths coming in ragged, shallow gasps.The adrenaline that kept me standing evaporates, leaving behind a wave of pure agony.My shoulders burn where Alicia’s nails dug into my flesh, and a sharp, throbbing pain shoots up my leg.I look down at my foot; a
“You're just a lowly servant!” Lady Victoria screams. “How dare you touch my Alpha? How dare you kiss him with your filthy mouth?!” The world spins as my heart stops. I'm doomed. She knows. Of course she knows. There are always eyes. Always ears. Always someone watching. I was a fool to
~~•~♡~•~~ “No! Alpha…” I say softly, forcing a smile I don’t feel, trying to remain calm. “Please. Allow me this small mystery for tonight. I promise our next encounter will be different.” He studies me for a long moment, his gaze heavy with suspicion. I can feel the decision forming behind his
~~~▪☆▪~~~ I stand there, paralyzed, looking into eyes that hold a brewing storm. I’m a servant in a borrowed dress, a girl who scrubs filth from stone floors and survives on scraps from the kitchen trash. Because of that, they call me Raccoon, a scavenger in the dark, and I'm fated to the King
~~•~☆~•~~ The doors close behind me with a quiet finality. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside my chest. “This way, my lady?” Two guards lead the way. I pause after a few steps and turn, and as expected, Beta Silas is at the upper balcony, a silent threat that reminds me that one







