Ciril has always been a nobody. Found in the woods as a Cub by the most cruel Alpha and Luna, she was always treated like filth and she grew to encounter even worse. She was rejected by her first mate. And then by her second chance mate who happened to be the Prince of the Werewolf Reigns, Prince Landon. It was clear that nobody wanted to be with this weak orphaned girl who couldn’t even control her wolf. But then something happened… ** Once every thousand years, one the night of the Night of the Guirgon Full moon— the night where the moon shines brightest and is closest to the earth, the moon goddess descends and gives a part of her soul to a chosen Werewolf— one who is the bravest, strongest and purest of heart. They would serve as the Protector of the Werewolf race since the strength and spirit of a god would be in them. So Prince Landon, having been prophesied to be the chosen one since he checks out as the strongest and the bravest, begins to make preparations. After he rejects Ciril who he considers weak and useless, he goes on to mark a strong mate so that he could be stronger and ready to take the Moon goddess's soulful blessing. But then, on the day of the Transmigration Ceremony, the moon goddess's spirit descends but it doesn’t possess anybody in the room— including the Prince. The spirit leaves the Hall and travels through the Palace to a quiet and dark room where it blends into the body of someone nobody would have expected… ** Enemies will rise… Blood will be shed… Lessons will be learned… And in the end, battles will be won… but will it be enough for love to prevail? Find out…
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“Take your dress off and lie on the plank!” The tall and scruffy-looking He-wolf standing before me throated. He was standing before me with a trench knife in his hand and his goal was to imprint his name— or any other vile word he could think of, on my back using the knife.
I didn’t even know the bloke’s name but I knew he was one of the natives of RawHowl Pack— the same Pack I have been imprisoned in for twenty freaking years!
True story, but I digress.
I took my teary eyes off the blood-stained blade and rested it on the other person in the room.
The devil herself.
“Ivanka, please forgive my mistake. I promise I will mind my business and won’t spy on you ever again.” I pleaded while my tears made their escape, abandoning me in this unfortunate situation.
Ivanka grew a satisfied grin as she folded her arms under her breasts. “Forgive you? Where’s the fun in that?” She said.
“You want to know what will be fun?” She smiled scornfully now and replied to her rhetorical question. “Getting your skin adorned with, not only Ozias’ name, but the name of every important person in this Pack— because we own you.” She said.
She then turned to the rugged he-wolf. “Do it! Carve out the letters on her skin while I call out the names for you.” She commanded him and he grew a crooked grin.
With his hand clenched on my hair now, he forced me down on the plank. I struggled to pull his hand away but it was useless as I only worsened the pain on my skull as his grip on my hair was tight.
But then I didn’t stop struggling even though I was no match for his brutal strength.
This was my punishment for overhearing Ivanka’s convo with her she-wolf friends earlier— which had been an unfortunate coincidence!
As per my daily routine duty, I had been cleaning the hallway that led to the Alpha Mansion’s East wing when I heard a loud nattering coming from the Guest room around there.
Impulsively, I had stopped and listened for a while to ascertain what the sound actually was but then after a brief moment, I heard a voice that told me exactly what was going on.
— Ivanka’s voice.
“He’s coming tomorrow to serve as my entry ticket into the Palace. And once I’m finally there, I start making my advances towards the Prince. Prince Landon wouldn’t be able to resist my sublime beauty and charms and will have to make me his Queen! Soon, Alpha Queen Ivanka is what you minions shall address me as!” I heard her say before I tensed and backed away.
Realizing that it was one of her gossip sessions with her gang, I had tried to make my way away and even abandon my cleaning of that hallway because I knew the repercussions of being caught erring by Ivanka— But then, I had been too late.
The door to the Guest room had flung open with laughter and bodies pouring out of the room before Ivanka’s quick and vile eyes caught sight of me.
She had caught me standing a short distance away from the door and had immediately concluded that I had been eavesdropping on their conversation… and with that, I knew no excuse in the world would save me from being tortured in the worst way possible today.
And I had been right.
Having my skin tattooed with cruel names that would forever be seen on me was the worst form of torture I could think of.
And the worst part is that I don’t freaking deserve it!
I kept struggling with the he-wolf now but then I was slowly losing that battle. Ozias had his wolf’s strength while I had…
Well, we’ll talk about that later. Right now, I have a piercing problem to deal with— literally.
I remained persistent in my struggle and I groaned as I tied my fingers around his other hand to stop the blade from reaching my skin.
It was really close now and the dread it struck me with was immense— I was shaking in fear. I may be a freaking maid or slave girl but I loved my skin very much and the idea of it being carved upon like a log of wood was pure horror to me.
Unfortunately, I soon started to lose the fight as the tip of the knife pierced into the side of my belly.
I felt my body leaking as Ozias started to slide the blade across my skin to form a letter. I could imagine Ivanka smiling in satisfaction on the side where she stood.
It was time for plan B.
Plan A was to plead in fear and struggle to stop him.
Plan B…
Plan B was a brutal bite to his arm.
And so I bit him— hard.
He was still clenching my hair so I swiveled to the right and bit into the flesh of his hand… I didn’t let go until I tasted blood.
— which meant that I almost bit off that chunk of flesh.
As expected, the he-wolf’s cry filled the room as he bounced around grasping the area I had maimed. He was bleeding badly.
That’ll teach him a lesson.
I spat out the taste of his blood as I watched him. He was practically jumping around and screaming like a Cub— I had turned the monster into a man baby.
It was a really amusing sight to watch and I was almost laughing, but then all my amusement vanished when Ivanka crept into the scene, scowling and heaving with heavy breaths.
I grew uneasy again.
“Get out!” She yelled at Ozias. “You’re useless!” She told him while he cried like his life was about to end.
Once Ozias had thrown himself outside, Ivanka turned her glare to me and I gulped.
Being alone in the same room with Ivanka is the worst thing that can happen to anyone— I say this from past experiences.
“You, wretch!” She threw her claws out and crept closer to me. “You scoundrel!” She dumped a strong slap on my face, sending me crashing to the ground.
I cupped my jaw and realized I was bleeding— her claws had torn me. The Ozias scrote had injured my scalp with his rough grip on my hair and Ivanka’s smacking just added to the pool of my pain as my cheek leaked out blood now.
I was on the ground so I attempted to rise and rest on my knees but then Ivanka sent me back down with a heavy stump to my stomach.
“Stay there you, filthy dog!” She bawled and then she squatted down beside me.
“You know what?” She smiled a bit now with an elated tone.
I don’t like it when she uses that tone or that line or smiles.
“Since your stupid self was so keen on knowing what I was discussing with my girls, I’ll tell you everything.” She said.
“No. No, Ivanka. I don’t want to know anything else. I should never have eavesdropped. I’m sorry! I really am…” I muttered, knowing that this was a dire trap.
“Oh, you’ll have to know.” She giggled wickedly. “So that afterward, I’ll have full cause to punish you however I please.” She let out that last part in a menacing whisper that made her sound very frightening.
I attempted to apologize again but then she held my neck and started choking me.
Normally, my first instinct would be to fight back and free myself, but then there are two limitations to that.
One, Ivanka was the daughter of Alpha Gregor, the alpha of this well-known Hellhole Pack— RawHowl.
Ivanka’s father was the Alpha of RawHowl so if I disrespected her in any way, the consequences would be - let me put it this way - very similar to fatal.
Two, Ivanka was a trained, strong she-wolf who had her wolf, while I was…
Okay, I think I should say it now.
I’m cursed— I’m cursed with my wolf’s rebellion.
I mean, I can’t consciously shift or wolf out. It only happens in rare instances and out of my control.
Strange?
Yeah, there are a lot of strange things about me you don’t know yet, so for now, let’s focus on why I can’t fight Ivanka.
So she’s a full werewolf female while I’m nothing— or worse. Hence, if I attempted an attack on her, I would only be giving her a reason to finally kill me off.
I gasped loudly for air now as Ivanka let go of my throat.
“That’s right!” Ivanka slapped my face again while she laughed. “Gasp for air, you animal!”
I continued my call for oxygen until my lungs could finally work properly but then Ivanka gripped my hair and made me look at her.
“Now, since you were so eager to get a peek into my personal life, let me tell you how my destiny is better than yours will ever be!” She spat at my face and then lowered her volume to induce drama.
“An Alpha will be coming tomorrow to ask for my hand in marriage— this part you probably heard, but what you aren’t aware of is that this Alpha is no ordinary bloke. He’s actually one of the Top War Generals in the Royal Army of the werewolf country— the Reigns, and more importantly, he’s the best friend of the Alpha Prince, Prince Landon. He’ll be coming for a contract marriage with me where my mother would offer him half of the districts of RawHowl for the marriage agreement while I’ll be offered his name and the grace to tap from his high status.” She made a pause as she smiled into space and then she continued dramatically.
“But then once we’re married, things will get even better!” She muttered skittishly. “Give me a few weeks and boom!” She voiced, opening her eyes for more emphasis. “I’ll climb my way up the heights of power and become the most revered female in the entire Canine Reigns while you’ll remain here and rot in your hopelessness as a filthy maid for the rest of your wretched life!” She said and laughed teasefully.
I didn’t really understand what she was saying but I couldn’t help but feel the stinging weight of her words regarding the part about me. Even though I didn’t understand what her words meant, she sounded really optimistic and hopeful and with that same energy, she told me my own fate which was the direct opposite of hers.
And the worst part was that she was right.
Fresh tears streamed out of my eyes now.
Ivanka ridicules me a lot and I’ve never taken her words to heart but something about this new development made me realize how far away I was on the spectrum of hope and happiness.
Nothing good ever happens to me.
And even my biological parents knew this. That’s why they bailed out early on me and abandoned me as a baby in an eerie forest to rot. It was bad fortune— but then I was met with a more cruel fate.
I was found by Ivanka’s father and mother, the Alpha and Luna of this godforsaken Pack.
I would wish for any Cub out there to die from starvation and cold than to be found by Ivanka’s parents because they are ruthless, bloodsucking—
“So with that being said.” Ivanka called my attention back to her as she rose to her feet. “It’s time for your full punishment.”
“Ivanka, please, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” I pleaded, sitting up to rest on my knees.
As much as I hated giving her the satisfaction for her scorn, I was genuinely scared this time around. She’s beginning to get creative with her torturing method— as minutes ago, I nearly had my skin permanently tattooed with names I despised.
So it’s safe to be scared of what “full punishment” would be.
“Rufus!” She called, turning to face the doorway.
Rufus was Ivanka’s beck-and-call buddy— her personal slave boy, only that to him, they were best friends.
“Yes, Mi berry.” Rufus appeared in the doorway, grinning with his brown rotten teeth.
Ivanka smiled back at him. “How would you like to have sex?” Ivanka asked Rufus and his smile lengthened.
Wait!
Sex? With.. with who?!
I panicked.
No no..
“I will like that very much, Mi berry!” Rufus throated, nodding excitedly in response and Ivanka smiled at his reaction.
My reaction?
I was trembling.
As I had predicted, Ivanka had become more creative with the ‘full punishment’. But that wasn’t totally why I was shaking.
I was shaking because I knew the grim reality of my life here in the RawHowl Pack. Ivanka could do anything she wanted to me and nobody would stop her— because they all hated me. No one likes the orphaned weirdo.
You can nickname me a punching bag if you may and you’ll be very accurate as every Werewolf in this pack sees me as an item to pour their anger on and ease their stress anytime they want.
They all hated me and Ivanka and her parents were at the front of the line on that cause.
“Ivanka.” I muttered, my voice trembling now. “You don’t have to do this! I promise I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll run all your errands, I’ll clean your floorboards— I’ll do anything you want! But please, not this.” I cried, jamming my hands together in my plea.
Ivanka smiled, satisfied with my alarm and uneasiness. “Well, if you’ll do anything I want, then I want you to spread your legs for my boys to grind you tonight.” She said with a wicked tone and smiled at Rufus.
“Oh, it’s this one?” Rufus mouthed, referring to me in his sudden happiness. “Me has been wanting to taste her for a very long time now!” He said with his barbarian accent and licked his lips in a very irritating manner.
I’d rather die than have him inside me!
I turned back to Ivanka who purposely wasn’t looking at me anymore.
“Ivanka, I—”
“Rufus, go call the other boys. Tell them fun is waiting for them in the lower guest room.”
{Ciril’s POV} I love you.I didn’t know when those words poured out of my mouth, but I couldn’t take them back now.But even more significantly, I didn’t want to take them back. Yeah. There was a feeling that wrapped around my chest, as if tightening my heart a little so that it beat faster than it normally would. This feeling came about when I said those three words, and it came with a crazy rush… but then it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling.In fact, it was an exciting and relieving feeling— and this made it strange to me. Thus my heart was beating fast now but it was as if a weight had been lifted off of me. I didn’t quite understand the entire concept of what was happening to me… but one thing that I was sure about was that I wanted to say those three blissful words again.Saying them had made me feel blissful, and that bliss multiplied when I drove my gaze back to Landon’s face and caught the look he had on. He looked broken… but remade at the same time… He looked at me like
{Ciril’s POV} Landon was conscious.I had heard his low grunt and seen his eyelids twitch, and was very sure of it. “Landon?” I called his name hopefully now. Even though I had seen signs that he was conscious, I was still hopeful and wishful that he was actually conscious.‘Cause it was one thing to see signs and another for those signs to mean something tangible.I got no response with my first call so I called him again. “Landon?” I said again and this time, I also thought I wasn’t going to get a promising response, but just then, he shifted his head from one angle to the other. I tensed.And then I motioned to speak but then his following movements cut me off from that. I had forgotten my right hand on his right chest so now, he slowly and randomly placed his hand on my hand that was resting on his chest. With that, I was made aware of the contact, but I didn’t mind that now.What mattered to me was the fact that he was fully conscious, and I thought my relief couldn’t be more
{Ciril’s POV} Color returned to Landon’s skin. I was watching it happen but I didn’t believe it or understand it.He was supposed to be bleeding out, losing blood and dying, but instead of doing that, his blood was circulating through his body. And it looked more red than black-stained. It looked healthy— like the infection had been terminated.He was still motionless as he lay in the blood pool and I slowly rose to my feet in my confusion and alarm.I spat out blood from my mouth now— his loose shoulder bone had torn the insides of my mouth earlier when I had been wildly biting him in my outburst, so I spat out the blood from the wound now. I was shaky and in that manner, I started pacing towards him, slowly and quietly. I fancied that he was looking more alive now but none of this still made sense to me so I was more horrified and hesitant than reassured. With my timid steps, I soon hovered before him and stared with a shaky breath as I took in the sight of him on the dusty grou
{Ciril’s POV} Landon was cold.And I’m not talking about the cold one would feel on a rainy and windy night. I’m talking about a freezing type of cold where the skin feels like a rigid and firm stretch of plastic instead of the living wrap that ties our organs together.He was still in my arms and I was still stroking his skin but now, I was properly alarmed. I had been stroking his chest, his body for the past several minutes and it felt like all I had been doing was in vain.He wasn’t responding.My heat wasn’t getting into his body and the more the seconds ticked by, the more it felt like he was fading away.The blood he had been spitting out earlier was a result of the hints of the Feral blood still in his body. With the feelings of his heart towards me, he had set himself free from the Ferality but then bits of the infection that was still in his blood had been attacking his body— killing him from the inside while we had been journeying. I had been ignorant of it earlier and now,
{Ciril’s POV} After several minutes of limping and scowling, I got back to the Shelter.— the Shelter where I had left Landon in.I got in and was finally shielded from the heavy downpour. The rain had grown more aggressive, but I had persisted under it so that now that I was back inside the shelter, I felt angry at myself.I felt angry at myself because I had gone through all this strain and had come back all because of Landon.— I had done this, despite saying that I couldn’t and wouldn’t, so now, I was angry at myself because of that. I trailed over to where Landon was now with a scowl on my face, I felt like I hated him more now that it was clear that he was the reason I had returned.But hey, let’s not misunderstand things here. I’m only back here because I just want to be sure he’s breathing and still alive. He’s survival is not my fucking responsibility but because I don’t have a vile heart, checking to see if he’s alive was what I was going to do— and then I would leave..I
{Ciril’s POV} Landon collapsed before me suddenly.And before I could realize what was happening or even react, his body hit the ground. I tensed at the impact, and then I rushed to him and stopped before him, frozen because I was still confused on what was going on.“Landon?”“Landon?” I called again but didn’t get any response. The only response I got was his coughing out a thick volume of blood before his head tilted to the side. With that, I immediately made contact. I bent down and held his shoulder, avoiding touching the trails of his blood but holding him to be able to shake him up a little. “Landon!” I called a bit louder now as I shook his body, but then I got no response so that I tensed again.What’s going on?“Landon!” I called again whilst shaking him up— more intensely this time.Still nothing. I started to panic now.I shook him up some more and then I confusedly came to the conclusion that he was now unconscious.I didn’t know what made him unconscious so this wasn
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