She left his room,her legs trembling lightly as she forced herself to go down the stairs and to her room, banging the door beside it. A shrillness went down her spine, making her vibrate as the air shot down her skin from the window. She immediately walked to the windows and shut them, rubbing her hands against her arms.
She sat down on the bed, her legs tapping on the floor restlessly, "Anna." She breathed out her name, her eyes blinking rapidly. "You'd be fine. You would totally be fine if you act okay." She muttered, a sigh escaping from her lips. Cold air making her shiver surrounded her skin. That night, Anna couldn't a get a lot of sleep and the darkness filled the penthouse. It was so silent. So secretive. Even the crickets of the night hadn't made a single noise at all. And she knew it was all because of him....the darkness....Xandros. Tomorrow felt like it would be a long long day. The morning came rapidly, the sun Io against the sky, leaving a glow on the house. Lights shone brightly every single place as workers rushed around the house in preparation for the large feast they named 'Breakfast'. Making breakfast when Xandros was around was something the workers loved passionately, because even though there was a lot of energy and work put into the making, Xandros ate very little, just enough for a wolf and the workers had the rest to themselves with their own normal breakfast. But all that stopped whenever Xandros was out of Khaos. The food was just enough for the workers and just rightly enough to keep the new Athena in a perfect shape and body structure. "Quick!" Diane's voice was sharp and fierce, making the workers move quickly and within a moment, the dining on the upper floor was totally filled with mouth watering dishes and most especially, a lot of meat. Calmly, footsteps were heard and four maids arranged themselves at the end of the table, tow at each side. Diane waited patiently beside them. "They are waiting at the meeting center." His beta, known as Gaia, voice was heard, "I believe they have come to surrender." "Killing Galenira did the trick." Xandros wheezed out lightly, his lips barely opening. He finally dropped down to the last stair and he turned to the large dining room, hosting the single large table and about twenty chairs. "Without an Alpha to guide them and the ten hours you gave them to make a decision, they must have given up." "Gaia," Xandros called calmly, "I would wiped them off. They made the right choice for their heads." His jaw clenched tightly. Another thought played in his head as usual, maybe he should have just wiped the whole of Apex out. But of course, that was the voice of Imogen, his dangerous Lycan wolf. A wolf ripped of its conscience. "Should I tell them to leave since we know their purpose?" Gaia asked and Xandros paused for a moment, his eyes running over the dining table. "Where is Athena?" He asked. "She is having breakfast in the other dining downstairs." Diane answered. Xandros eyes darkened, "Bring her here. She would eat on this dining from now on." He said. Diane blinked in suprise as she looked at him, making his brows furrow tightly, "You have other thoughts?" He asked. "I dare not, Lord Xandros. I would bring her here right now." She said and turned walking down the stairs. "Gaia, tell them to wait until I'm done with breakfast. Make them stand till then..." He said and walked to the chair at the top of the table when another idea suddenly got into his head, "No. I should give them a gift for not stressing me." He chuckled. "Let them have breakfast on the same table. You too, Gaia." "Lord Xandros.." Gaia's voice trailed off as Xandros glanced at him and he immediately bowed and walked down the stairs, leaving the dining. He had a vague idea of what might be running through Xandros's mind and for everything, he hoped.... sincerely, that Athena would not be part of the plan. *** Anna stood up the moment Diane appeared at the dining, "Clear out the table!" She ordered and ran her eyes over her body, her brows furrowing tightly. "Who dressed you up?" She asked. "I did myself." Anna replied quietly and Diane ran her tongue over her teeth. "Who were the maids supposed to attend to Athena today?" She asked loudly and two young looking ladies walked out, their hands clasped in front of them, their head lowered. "Why didn't you dress her up?" Diane asked. "She...she insisted she could do things herself." The first one said. "And you believed her?" Diane's eyes widened and she scoffed lightly, "You are relieved of your jobs." "Ma'am!!" The two girls fell to their knees immediately. Being fired from Khaos meant only one thing, they would never get a job elsewhere. Someone who left Khaos could never ever be respected nor trusted. They were finished. "This is what happens when you make decision yourself, Athena. What did I tell you? You only listen. You don't make choices. Watch as these two girls lives get ruined just because of you. I would update you." "Let them dress me up again. I promise this time around, I would let them." Anna's breath was heavy, her chest heaving up and down. Diane was silent for a moment, but this was her job. To tame and break Anna in the evilest way possible. "No!" She spat from her lips and sobs sounds were heard. Anna's eyes went down to the girls and she blinked, pushing back a tear that threatened to escape. Sh wouldn't cry. She fisted her hands at her sides as she gulped. She would never... Diane's eyes thinned as she ordered two more girls to take Anna back into the room and redress her. Covering up was a luxury a stripper would never afford in this world. Not when she belonged to Lycan Lord Xandros. The girl hadn't done anything but cursed in this world are those who had a price on their head.Anna stood before the mirror, hands trembling slightly as she touched the fabric of her dress. It was red—deep, warm, almost the color of dried petals or freshly spilled wine. It wasn’t what most brides would wear, and that was exactly why she chose it. White was for innocence. For clean slates. For stories that hadn’t yet begun.But hers had already been written in fire, blood, and love. In betrayal, in trials and many other things.The dress clung to her in the right places, her protruding stomach showing visibly, before it gave way to a wide bundle from her thighs downwards."You look pretty," Sandra said behind her."Do you think Xandros would like the dress?""Why wouldn't he? Every color looks right on you." Sandra said as she ran her hands over the necklaces on the table and then she picked the one with the name, Anna."Xandros gave me that,""Shows." Sandra grinned widely as she walked behind Anna and helped her fix the necklace."O M G." Wyatt rushed into the room, with Anita
“I don’t like it,” the old wolf muttered.Xandros didn’t even glance his way. “You don’t have to like it. You just have to stand there and keep your mouth shut.”Korin grumbled, folding his arms, his gray beard twitching. “The witches burned my great grand uncle’s territory. Twice.”“And wolves tore my grandmother's sister in half,” Gaelle snapped from the opposite side of the field, where the witches had gathered beneath the oaks. “So if you want to count bodies, we’ll be here all night.”Anna sighed and stepped between them, her shoes crunching on the dry grass. “This isn’t about who bled more.”“It should be,” Korin muttered.“No. That’s why it always falls apart,” Anna said, softer now. “We keep trying to measure suffering instead of ending it.”There was a long, heavy pause.Around them, witches in layered robes murmured to one another. Wolves stood in half-circles, tense and watchful. Most looked uncomfortable—none had put away their distrust yet, even if they’d left their weapo
Gaia’s house wasn’t grand, large or ostentatious. It wasn't even up to half of the land Khaos took. Neither was the building as big as even the library at Khaos.It was hidden in the woods where the trees grew thick and the wind smelled like damp moss and wild herbs. The gravel path crunched beneath their shoes as they approached, and Sandra felt something shift in her chest. She couldn’t explain it, but it was as though the land itself recognized her presence.It felt like home. Comfy.And secure. So close she could practically feel the warmth seeping into her skin.“This is yours?” she asked softly as Gaia opened the door with a simple twist of his wrist.He nodded, stepping aside for her to enter. “Built it myself. Every stone, every plank.”"You built it?" She gasped."Yep. There was no wars during those times and I had nothing to do as Xandros's beta."Sandra paused just inside the threshold. The house was warm and quiet. Not just quiet in sound, but quiet in energy. The kind o
The lodge nestled deep within the territories was as far from the hospital and Khaos as the moon was from the sea. Built of stone and cedar, it breathed with warmth and quiet, surrounded by thick pines and the steady whisper of a stream just beyond the hill. No one approached without permission. Nobody came unless summoned. No guards posted nearby. Here, there were no enemies, no threats, only silence, and time.Anna leaned against the balcony railing, wrapped in a soft robe that smelled of lavender and mountain mint. The wind was gentle tonight, teasing strands of her dark hair across her cheek. She let it. Her skin still ached where Kalista’s magic had burned through her, but the pain no longer felt like it belonged to her, it was fading, piece by piece, along with the weight of that long, terrible battle.Inside, the lodge flickered with low candlelight. Runes carved into the beams pulsed softly, woven there by the witch council and Anita to protect the child in her womb. The baby
The dust had barely settled.The hallway that had once echoed with medical chatter and squeaky wheels now stood in eerie silence—scorched, half-collapsed, with crackling fluorescent lights hanging like vines from the ceiling. The tiled floor was smeared with blood, some of it black with magic, some still steaming where Kalista had bled and burned.Anna lay cradled in Xandros’s arms at the far end of the corridor, both of them surrounded by the aftermath of war.The beast had not left him.Though his claws had retracted and fur vanished, Xandros still breathed like the wolf. Chest rising and falling in deep, uneven gulps. His shoulders trembled, not with weakness, but with the savage intensity of barely-contained instinct.The moment the doctors rounded the corner, responding to the emergency alarms.He turned.Snarled.And they froze.There were five of them. A trauma team in white coats, rubber-soled shoes, and blue gloves. None of them looked older than forty. Not one dared take ano
Anna’s body trembled with the aftershock of the blast. Smoke hung thick in the air. Xandros lay crumpled against a bent hospital bed, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His Lycan form was retreating beneath torn flesh, unconscious and unmoving.And Kalista turned to her.She floated several feet above the floor now, her robes curling like smoke, her fingers crackling with malignant magic.“Now,” Kalista said, her voice like crushed velvet, “it’s just us.”Anna’s feet moved before her mind did. Her body shifted into a battle stance her modern self didn’t recognize, but her soul remembered. Even the ache of her womb dulled in the face of rising, buried power. Her breath calmed.She had never fought Kalista in this life.But Zaekyr had, once. She remembered.Kalista’s smile faded. “You still reek of fear.”Anna raised her chin. “Not fear. Memory.”“You’re not Zaekyr,” Kalista snapped, her voice echoing unnaturally. “She’s dust. A footnote. You’re just a frightened little girl