Bound By Bloodlines

“Move along,” barked the guard behind her. She was a little bit frightened off because she thought the council are never done with her. The guards voice was sharp, his nudge just as harsh. Irwin stumbled forward, catching her footing as they passed through the towering iron gates of the Shadowclaw stronghold. Her heart raced, each beat heavy with dread. She knew she was walking straight into the den of wolves. The eyes of the pack members followed her every step, glaring, and unwelcoming. She could feel their disdain burning into her." The hybrid", they whispered. "The outsider. ""The one chosen to marry Alpha Dorian." The whispers continues.They moved deeper into the stronghold, the path winding toward the main hall. The stone walls loomed high above her, casting long shadows that seemed to close in on her. She could feel the weight of it all. The stares. The whispers again continued. The sheer hostility. “Is that her?”“I don’t like this one bit.”“She’ll bring trouble.”Irwi

Irwin gasped softly, her whole body jolting as a surge of energy shot through her. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand. It was like a wildfire spreading through her veins, intense and overwhelming.Dorian’s eyes widened too, just for a moment, but he quickly masked his surprise. His grip on her hand remained firm, but his expression didn’t change.He felt it too, Irwin realized. There was no denying it."What... what was that?" she whispered, her voice shaking." You better, Stay calm," Dorian muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low enough that only she could hear."I can’t," she whispered back, her heart racing. "You felt it too, didn’t you?"Dorian’s grip tightened slightly, as he rolled his eyes away from her. "Don’t make a scene, Irwin."Irwin’s head spun. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to demand answers to, but now wasn’t the time. She could feel the eyes of the pack on them, watching, and judging. Dorian was right, s

Irwin gasped, her hands flying to his wrist as she struggled to breathe. "Dorian... stop," she whispered, barely able to force the words out.Dorian's eyes blazed with a fierce, predatory glow as his wolf form continued to take over. Irwin struggled to breathe, her fingers clawing weakly at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. She could feel the sheer strength in his grip, the power of the beast beneath his human skin."Please," she managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go.""Please," Irwin managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go, Dorian"Dorian’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at her, but there was something else beneath the anger. As her pleading eyes met his, he felt a strange pull toward her, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. Her desperation stirred something within him, confusing him, but not enough to make him relent. His grip on her, though slightly loosened, still kept her pinned to the wall.He leaned forward, his face inches

The flicker of the fire cast long, shifting shadows across the stone walls of the hall. Alpha Valen stood at the far end, his piercing eyes fixed on the doorway. His patience was wearing thin, and his mood was very like the storm brewing outside the dark, very restless, and ready to break at any moment. Finally, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in. Valen’s expression tightened, his voice dripping with impatience as he hissed, “What took you so long?”The woman who entered barely flinched at his tone. Her form shimmered for a brief second, the image of Gwen, a high profile elders from shadowclaw , fading like a mirage. In her place stood Vendetta, the powerful witch who had been working in the shadows for him for years.A woman that wore so many faces. Her transformation was fluid, effortless, a testament to the dark magic she wielded with such mastery. Smirking, Vendetta approached Valen, her lips grazing the back of his hand as she bent down. “They wouldn’t let me leave

The loud moans from Dorian’s chambers echoed through the Shadowclaw mansion, tormenting Irwin as she stood alone in the hallway. The servant’s cries of pleasure were like nails in her mind, reminding her of her place outside. Dorian’s choice to indulge with a servant, without any regard for her, stung more than she cared to admit.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. “Enough, of all this torment from you Dorian” she muttered under her breath, cursing Dorian as she strode away.His chambers, and the lust that filled them, were the last things she wanted to think about. She needed to clear her mind, to breathe.Without a word, she slipped into the mansion’s garden, seeking solace among the flowers. She knelt by the roses, their soft petals soothing against her fingers. The fragrant air was a balm to her frustration, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But peace was fleeting here. She felt restless.A sharp voice cut through the stillness behind her.