HAILEY
The light after the dark, soggy confinement of the dungeon was overwhelming. I blinked at the light as my legs staggered and I walked into the courtyard. I ought to have been thankful to be out of the constricting captivity, but Thomas's constant presence made me sick. He had growled, his hands too tight on my arm as he yanked me from prison, "You'll earn your shame." And Marissa will see to it. Do not forget that without this pack, you are nothing. Those words were still going through my head as I was ushered in to see Marissa inside the pack house. She stood in the big hall, directing a team of omegas to hang decorations for her three-day mating celebration. The sunlight pouring through the giant building sparkled on her blond locks. Through the tall windows, her dominance permeated the room. Her smile turned cruel as she looked at me. "Well, well. Our little dungeon rat cleaned himself up," she said, with her voice tinged with sarcasm. Rush up Hailey, you have work to do." I walked towards her, my heart pounding, as she sized me up like a piece of furniture. "You'll assist me," she said, putting a clipboard into my hands. "Since you've made it such a point to hang around without being noticed, you'll ensure everything is running smoothly.". Think of this as your comeuppance." The ceremony preparations were a blur of activity, and I was caught up in the midst of it. Marissa's every directive was sharp, her expectations impossible to meet."Those centrepieces are awful, Hailey. Get them fixed. "Where is the wine for the head table, Hailey? "Stop messing around, Hailey!" Her voice followed me everywhere I went, and although I did my best to remain composed, my feelings were in tatters. Amenia was furious, but I cajoled her into quiet. I was numb for a bit, concentrating solely on getting all my work done without a hitch. The unfairness of my circumstances, however, set off a fierce and bitter anger the next day. In the recesses of my brain, Amenia's voice was a grumble. "They'll be sorry," she snarled. "Our time will come." The air was electric with tension as the event loomed. A royal feast, crystal chandeliers reflecting overhead, and flowers arranged in a tumble of reds and golds—everything must be immaculate. Marissa's high-pitched voice pierced the mayhem, and she appeared to be everywhere at once. "Hailey," she called, pulling me close. "Yes, Marissa? " A goblet tray was shoved into my hands by her. "These go onto the head table. And I'll have you cleaning floors until you bleed if you spill them. Biting my tongue, I nodded and went to the table. The mood lightened as the guests arrived.". While everyone attempted to impress the Alpha King Ryan's pack guests, the noise level increased and laughter became artificial. Holding a tray of hors d'oeuvres, I remained on the periphery of the room, looking around the guests. Watching the guests and keeping the eyes down was my easy task. But the instant the regal doors opened with a creak, a ringing silence pervaded the room. Alpha King Ryan stepped in first, and his authoritative presence demanded notice. Predator-like, with accuracy, his dark eyes raked the group, measuring every individual. His beta, a towering figure with broad shoulders, defined lines, and assured walk, belonged to his crew that trailed behind. His eyes landed on Flora, and I immediately gasped when I saw his eye flicker. FLORA As we circled the room, I tried to blend in with the other omegas and keep a low profile. But no one could meet the beta's eye; they all averted their gaze from him, but when the beta's eyes met mine. His expression changed, with a flash of recognition and shock. He murmured, "Mate," in a voice so low I almost wondered if I'd imagined it. As he came nearer, the space between us shrank, and my heart pounded with excitement and terror. The space between us is shrinking smaller by the second. I was trying to get away, but my legs did not obey. His voice was deep but gentle when he came to me. "What is your name?" I stuttered, my cheeks flushing from his penetrating stare, "F-Flora." His voice softened as he informed me, "I'm Logan. You're also my mate." His words pierced through, and the world swirled on its axis. The connection between us was undeniable, though I wished to deny it and depart. He takes my hand immediately and pulls me in for a long hug. HAILEY I observed the exchange from across the room, with interest and fear churning in my belly. For a moment, Flora's big eyes met mine, and I saw the fear there. I pictured Amenia snarling. "Her fate has just been altered." But before I could understand what was happening, the piercing voice of Marissa disrupted the silence. "Hailey! Return to work and cease staring. My mind whirling, I quickly obeyed. The atmosphere was charged with tension as the night wore on. Logan remained at Flora's side, showing his watchfulness at all times. But Alpha Thomas was eclipsed by Alpha King Ryan, whose keen eyes scanned the room as though in search of something—or someone. Then, when the night was almost over, Thomas approached Ryan with a mysterious face. "Alpha, you appear restless," Thomas remarked casually. "Is everything okay? " A fleeting smile crossed Ryan's lips but did not make it to his eyes. "Your pack has nothing to fear." They had a curt but passionate exchange, and the color of Thomas's eyes darkened as Alpha King Ryan departed. Although I did not know what they had talked about, I sensed that a tempest that would shift everything was brewing.". There was a strained quiet in the pack house as the last of the guests left. I stood in the shadows, fatigue pulling at me. But as I prepared to leave, I sensed it—a distinct, unmistakable presence. Amenia breathed urgently. "Someone is watching us." My heart pounding, I spun around and met Alpha Ryan's gaze across the deserted hallway. And I realized then that my fragile life was going to be turned upside down.RYANThe mating ceremony preparations continued around me the next day, the pack buzzing with energy. Marissa’s wolves moved about in organized chaos, ensuring every detail of the event was perfect. But none of it mattered. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, clawing for release and completely distorted, and I couldn't figure out why since my ability to regulate my emotions has always been perfect.The scent of my mate lingered like a ghost, faint but undeniable. It clung to the air, and worse, it clung to Flora.Logan stood beside me, his shoulders tense. He hadn’t left Flora’s side since our arrival, and the conflicted look on his face mirrored my turmoil.“Alpha,” he said, his voice low as he glanced at Flora. “We need to talk.”I nodded sharply. “Not here. Follow me.”Flora’s eyes darted between us nervously, but she didn’t resist as Logan guided her away from the crowd. We entered a quiet room in the packhouse, the hum of the preparations fading behind the closed door.“Expla
RYAN The last day of the mating ceremony was a grandiose spectacle, with the pack bustling in preparation for the grand feast and the air humming with anticipation. However, I didn't care about any of that; all I could think about was Hailey. Her words from the night before resonated in my head: Wolfless, Outcast, Dangerous, Lies, everything. I didn't need to see her to know the truth; the subtle hint of her scent that pervaded Flora told me that Hailey wasn't just my mate; she was special, and she was here, somewhere, waiting for me to find her. I spent the morning observing the pack, noting the careful balance of power Marissa had over the omegas and their deference to Thomas. Although it was obvious who was in charge of this pack, their dominion would soon come to an end. It was a sumptuous feast. Silver goblets filled with wine, platters of enough food to feed an army, and elaborate floral arrangements decorated the long tables. Their faces lit up with joy, and the pack assembled
HAILEY I am in a daze because I am finally leaving this group; I will never again be despised, mistreated, abandoned, or forsaken. It feels so unbelievable and unreal, and even though I'm In the Cidar pack, however, nothing ever remained straightforward for very long. I went to the kitchen to get a drink of water because I was thirsty. It was hard to leave Ryan because he was always staring at me, but he was talking to his beta, so I slipped away while it seemed like a good idea, but now that it's too quiet, it's starting to seem like a bad idea. I shuddered uncontrollably as soon as I felt Thomas before he even spoke. "Hailey," he murmured fluidly as he moved into my line of sight. With my heart pounding, I froze. My heart beats unsteadily, and my palms sweat profusely. "Pardon me, Alpha Thomas," I said, maintaining a steady tone. He remained still. Rather, he leaned forward, a smile twisting his lips. "Little Omega, you've been making quite a fuss. The Alpha King has had his sight
HAILEYAs I stood on the balcony of my makeshift room in Ryan's packhouse, the wind blew through my hair. The Alpha King's realm seemed so vast in front of me that I should have been in awe. Rather, my heart was heavy, burdened by everything I had been through and everything I still had to face. I believed that I would find serenity after leaving the Cedar Pack two years ago. It didn't. I had exchanged one storm for another, and Ryan was at the heart of this one. With memories nagging at me, I turned my back on the scenery. My thoughts drifted back to the quarrel that had ripped through us like wildfire the instant he'd left. Ryan had added, "Hailey, you don't understand," in a strained voice.Ryan's voice was tense with annoyance as he said these words to me. I snapped, my chest heaving under the weight of my rage. "Then make me understand," I said. He whispered, "I can't," with a mixture of pain and resolve in his eyes. "You simply intend to leave like this? After everything? Despit
RYANThe dimly lit hallway outside Hailey’s room felt like it belonged to another world—her world, one I didn’t fit into anymore. The shadows clung to me as I stood there, leaning my head against the cool wall, my hands restless. Two years. That’s how long I’d spent trying to clean up the mess I’d made, hoping to piece together a life I’d shattered. But nothing prepared me for seeing Hailey again, standing tall and unshakable like she was born to lead.She’d always been strong even when she was tagged wolfless. I knew she wasn’t; I felt how powerful her wolf was. Now? She was untouchable.Through the door, I caught the soft sound of a whimper. Then, Hailey’s voice was calm and comforting.Alexia.The name hit me like a punch to the gut. The little pup had worked her way into Hailey’s heart, a heart I thought I’d someday have a chance to mend. She's my Beta's child yet she is so unbelievably attached to her. Now, I felt like an outsider in my own home.The door creaked open, and Hailey
HAILEYAlexia's giggles were a soothing balm on my exhausted soul as her little fists clutched the ears of her stuffed wolf and she toddled across the pack office floor. She had no clue about the tempest raging on around her. Truly, for a pup of her age, ignorance was bliss.I leaned back in the armchair, my eyes trained on her, but my senses stayed sharp. Across the room, Ryan was seated on the couch, his gaze fixed on Alexia as though she held the answers to all the questions haunting him. I know he wonders why a child that isn't ours could be so attached to me, I pondered on this also for a long time before I gave up.He looked different, older and more burdened somehow, more desperate. His eyes flickered to me searching, but I refused to grant him the satisfaction of meeting it. Let him stew."Hailey," he finally said, his deep voice breaking into the silence.I didn't say a word; I didn't owe him that much."Can we talk?" he tried again, softer this time.Alexia crawled over to m
RYANWith wolves in their best costumes, the big ballroom was a sea of sophistication where guests were mingling and enjoying champagne while the chandeliers softly glowed over the space. The charity ball was an annual event that showcased the pack's unity and success, but tonight, looks are of no importance to me. I was going crazy because Hailey had turned into a vision that I couldn't take my eyes off of tonight. Everybody in the room was staring at her dress, a sleek black one that fit her curves like it had been painted on. There was just enough of her neckline exposed to be hazardous, and a slit up her thigh revealed long, toned legs that made all the male wolves in the room gag. Her flaming red hair fell in wild waves down her back, framing a face that was equal parts beautiful and unreachable, her big generous bosom leaving me drooling. The kiss we exchanged when I initially introduced her to the pack was the closest I've ever been to her, and at the moment, she's purposefully
HAILEYFour weeks. Four long, painful weeks of ignoring Ryan. Four weeks of pretending his presence didn’t claw at my resolve, or the memory of his touch didn’t haunt my nights.Tonight, I was determined to keep it that way.The full moon hung high in the sky, its light filtering through my window as I locked the heavy steel door to my chambers. My heart had arrived with brutal intensity, my skin burning, my body aching with a need I refused to acknowledge.I paced the room, the ache building with every passing moment. The primal part of me screamed for release, for the touch of my mate. But I wouldn’t give in. Not after everything he’d done.I pressed a hand to my chest, willing the bond to quiet. The mark he’d left on me four weeks ago pulsed faintly, a reminder of his claim and the bond we now shared. The connection was stronger tonight, the full moon amplifying every sensation, every emotion.“Damn it,” I muttered, collapsing onto the bed.The room was soundproofed, reinforced wit
AUDACUS The council chamber stank of old magic and old pride. It clung to the stones, bleeding into the mortar like the blood of all fools who'd ever sat upon high thrones and imagined that they were invulnerable.I was in the center, hands clasped behind my back, the gravity of a century measured in the loose bend of my shoulders. Ten wizard elders stood around me, faces etched with lines made of centuries, eyes filmed over by complacency. The robes flowed over the marble floor as they shifted to stand nearer, as if attitude itself might distort fate in their direction."Audacus," the oldest, Master Callum, said, his voice husky with a challenge never breached in all his years. "Your arrogance does not belong here. You are not welcome."A smile flared at the edge of my lips. "Arrogance is the right of the already triumphant. You just haven't quite caught up with reality."Whispers circulated around the circle, soft, trembling shivers from tired old gods in mortal flesh. I could near
AUDACUSBeen out again in the mortal world feels so surreal but good, it's been so long, too long really but the night tasted sweet. Sweeter than a vow. More bitter than deceit.I stood beneath the crooked arm of a dying oak, one hand leather-gloved, the other bare, tracing my finger along the cold curve of my ring. The dark stone pulsed softly beneath my fingers, full of the quiet, slow hunger I always kept just beneath my skin.The world was still tonight. Even the wind had enough sense to whisper not when I heard it. I could sense the earth beneath my feet, the shift of shadow as it crawled towards me, drawn like a moth battering itself around its own funeral place.The shifter was late.It was always so with beasts bound by fear and not by love. Still, I was impressed by its cunning. Its guile. The art of slinking in and out of hides like leaves from a book.Finally, the beast emerged out of the woods.A distorted shape, wrapped in the stolen form of a man — the fifth, I think, si
LOGANThe air reeked of blood, pungent enough to slice through bone-deep exhaustion. I arrived too late for the battle, but just in time for the cleanup.Marissa stood with her arm raised over the shape-shifter's deformed body, which collapsed at her feet like a crumpled flower. Its body shook as if even death would not claim it cleanly. Her sword dripped with black, noxious ichor.I'd wanted to feel proud — darn it, I was proud — but my wolf howled inside my chest walls, screaming for vengeance."Are you alright?" I pressed forward, ready to catch her if her legs gave out under her.Marissa cleaned the knife on her hand, jutting chin as if the fighter I knew her to be was finally free of that cage she'd been holding herself in."It won't be the last."That solitary stark truth weighed between us like a boulder."Not if I have any say in it," I growled. And I meant every damn word.ISAIAH The scent of smoke still hung in the air, seeping into the stone walls like an unwelcome memory.
TURTELA The castle had never been this still, not really. Even at midnight, its old bones vibrated with the thrum of wards and remembrances. But tonight, after the fight, after blood and smoke, the stillness was oppressive as ever. It lay on my chest like a heavy hand, smothering the wolf inside me who trotted in ceaseless circles, anxious and watchful.I should have stayed in my own chambers. Should have soothed myself with a hot bath or the echoing sound of dad's voice up and down the halls. Instead, my own feet led me out, past the marble pillars, to the garden where everything was bathed in moonlight.And she was there.Serenia.Sitting on the stone bench like it was her own, as if she had burst forth from the earth itself, dark hair falling like silk down her back. She was so still that I almost mistook her for another statue, some forgotten relic the old kings had left. I did not sneak up on her. I wanted her to hear me coming. I wanted her to know that I was not afraid."You'
ISAIAH The moment Hailey's call brushed my thoughts, I felt it — the shift in the air. There was no desperation in her tone, no panic, but resolve. And that scared me more than any battlefield ever managed.I arrived in the courtyard as the moon carved silver wounds in the stone. My steps faltered as my gaze met hers.Serenia.The last time I'd ever seen her was under other skies — when I'd lost all hope of having a mate. When fate woke me up, I'd never expected that she would be bound to me again, or in this manner.She was now by Hailey's side. Not as an enemy. Not even as a stranger.Her eyes settled on me, hard and unflickering."You came," she said.I cleared my throat, finding my balance. "Your mother summoned me."Her lips curled into a semblance of laughter, but there was no warmth behind it. "Oh, naturally she would. Always the Queen, always the commander."I started to open my mouth in defense of Hailey — habit — but Serenia raised a hand, stopping me. Her voice softened, a
HAILEYThe moon hung low in the heavens, casting a silver glow across the courtyard. The air was thick with anticipation, a silence that reeked of danger waiting to happen. I stood alone, senses heightened, muscles bunched and prepared to move.I was startled by a sudden stir within the shadows. A figure emerged, veiled in the shadows, moving with lethal grace. I recognized her immediately—Serenia, daughter of Lilith. She was a storm, her eyes burning with a mix of rage and grief.She attacked silently, her sword flashing towards me. I parried, the sound of steel on steel ringing out like a thunderclap. Our battle was a dance of fire and ice, each strike a question, each parry an answer."Why?" I shouted, our blades intertwined. "Why attack me?"Her eyes twitched, agony clouding her features. "Because he wants you," she snarled. "The Serpent King wants you, and I need to know why."Comprehension dawned. This wasn't a straight-up attack—it was a test, a desperate search for information
LILITHThe mortal realm was a mess of senses—colors too bright, scents too acrid, voices too jarring. And yet I walked through it as if I was born to rule it. Perhaps I was. Smoke wreathed my robes, curling around my ankles like living vines. I let it. Let them look at me. Let them fear.I had but one objective.Serenia.My daughter.Foolish, sentimental kid that she'd been, she'd followed the Serpent King into this world, bound by some romantic fantasy. And now she was lost. Hidden. Maybe in danger. And that. would not do.The trail led me to a crooked little hut that cowered beneath trees that recoiled from me. Magic lingered at its edges—thin, muddled spells that reeked of deceit. I passed through the wards like silk through a blade.She was inside, pale as ashes, a witch not a hundred years old. Her eyes widened. She knew me."Lilith," she whispered."I'm looking for my daughter," I said to her calmly. "Her name is Serenia. She passed this way."The witch shook her head. "I cannot
HAILEYThe throne room still smoldered with the ashes of war, the walls whispering with the ghosts of screams and fire. Ash streaked across my cheeks like war paint, my breath calm but flavored with fury. I stood at the room's center—queen, mother, warrior—with blood on my blade and power thrumming beneath my skin."To me," I bellowed, voice ripping through the quiet like thunder. I didn't need to say it twice. Every soul in the castle would hear me. And they would come.Because something else had passed beyond the veil. Something worse.The air reeked. Burnt sugar and spoiled wine. The veil had been pulled taut in our last battle, but now it was torn apart—and something was bleeding through.They came in bursts—Ryan first, low and tense, growling, Jaden on his flank. Aaron came in laughing and cautious, half, with Isaiah trailing behind him, haunted. The others came in after me—Turtela shining with moonlight in her eyes, Jackson still fixing his collar like they hadn't just battled a
ISAIAH The battlefield was chaos wrapped in fire.Ash rained from the skies like the skies themselves wept at what was happening within our sacred halls. The moment the shadow tore itself free from the ceiling, all went awry. Screams, growls, magic—fire erupted across the throne room, fighting jagged ice and howling streams of wind. The wards had held, barely.And yet, above it all, I could hear her.Hailey.Unyielding, authoritative, force of nature. Even when three of the dark minions charged her, she wheeled with dignity tempered by steel and blood. Her swords whirled. One, two—down they went.I fought with Ryan and Jaden, our movements choreographed as if fate itself had set us up for this moment. Kael changed in mid-air, scales flashing and wings brushing against the enchanted chandeliers as he dove."Behind you!" Turtela screamed, a beam of moonlight slicing across me.I spun and bisected a snarling shifter, its twisted form coughing up black smoke instead of blood.We were gai