Chapter 6
Adolfa's POV
The silver chains around my wrists burned so painful to bear and handle, making it impossible for me to heal. My whole body ached from the beatings, but I refused to break. I wasn't like the others in this dark, damp dungeon. They had given up. I hadn't.
Luna Prese made sure I was severely punished, due to her stupid suspicion, and nothing will ever stop her, from destroying me completely.
The door creaked open. Heavy boots echoed against the stone floor. I held my breath, completely lost and confused.
Alpha Lyran.
His tall, strong imposing physique filled the room, his dark eyes locked onto me. He moved closer, slow and steady, like a predator playing with his prey.
"You're still alive," he murmured, tilting his head. "Tough little thing, aren't you?"
I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer.
Lyran crouched in front of me, his fingers brushing my chin. Heat spread where he touched, and I hated my body for reacting.
"You disobeyed me," he said softly, but there was danger in his tone. "You spoke when you shouldn't have." And this will be your punishments forever.
"I told the truth," I spat.
His grip tightened, forcing me to meet his gaze. "The truth will get you killed."
I glared at him. "I'd rather die than be your slave. You this filthy and evil Alpha."
His expression darkened. "Is that so?"
He grabbed the metal collar around my neck and pulled me closer. My breath caught as my body pressed against his, his warmth burning into me.
"You think you have a choice?" he whispered. "You belong to me. Your body. Your breath. I decide if you live or die."
And this is just the beginning of it all, Adolfa Ray
I smirked despite my pain. "Then why haven't you killed me yet?"
His fingers brushed against my cheek, lingering near my throat. "Because," he murmured, "you're... interesting." And I definitely know, you will useful one day for our pack.
The door slammed open again. Prese, the pack's healer, stormed in, eyes burning with rage and Frustration, she couldn't bare the presence of Alpha Lyran beside me.
Envy stirred within her the moment she saw me with him. I was wearing sleek, form-fitting pants that highlighted my curves, and the sensuality of my look instantly caught his attention.
"Alpha Lyran!" she snapped. "She must be executed!"
Lyran didn't even look at her. "I decide what happens to her." Alpha Lyran was completely mesmerized by my appearance.
Prese clenched her fists but stepped back, fuming.
Lyran turned to me. "You're coming with me."
"Or what?" I challenged.
He smirked. "Or I'll make you beg in ways you can't even imagine."
A shiver crawled down my spine-not from fear, but from something darker.
I didn't trust him. But I had no choice but to follow.
Lyran led me out of the dungeon, my wrists still sore from the chains. Lycans watched as we passed, but none dared to meet my eyes.
We stopped at a heavy wooden door. Alpha Lyran pushed it open. Looking completely naked, with a strong erection from his dick.
Inside was a luxurious bedroom-large bed, dark silk sheets, and a warm fireplace.
"Stay right where you are," he growled, unlocking my restraints. His eyes burned with desire. "On your knees. Show me how badly you want it."
I rubbed my wrists, staring at him. "Why are you doing this?"
He leaned against the doorframe. "Because I want to."
I swallowed hard. "Another game?"
He tilted his head. "No games, Adolfa. Just Please me now! or you face the consequences."
I took a step back as he came closer. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch lingering.
"I should break you," he whispered. "Destroy you."
"Then do it," I breathed.
His eyes dropped to my lips. For a second, I thought he might kiss me.
Instead, he seized my breasts with a rough, unyielding grip, his touch unapologetically intense. The hint of pain only fueled his desire, and he made no effort to be gentle.
Then he smirked. "Watching you fight back is more fun."
My stomach twisted.
Without hesitation, he grabbed my skirt and reached under it, tearing the fabric in his rush. In an instant, his fingers were inside me, and I gasped-a mix of pain and pleasure. Then, slowly and deliberately, he entered me, making our first time the most unforgettable experience of my life.
Lyran turned to leave but paused at the door. "Rest," he said. "You'll need your strength tomorrow."
"For what?"
His smile was dangerous. "To prove if you're worthy of standing beside me... or beneath me."
Alpha Lyran is an insatiable beast in the bedroom-a relentless lover whose fiery passion leaves me breathless. Yet no surge of pleasure can drown my resolve; I will avenge every ounce of pain and sorrow the Greko pack has inflicted on me.
Then he was gone.
I let out a shaky breath.
Lyran wasn't letting me go.
And that was more dangerous than anything else.
The next morning, I was dragged from my room to the training grounds. Lycans gathered, eager to watch.
Lyran stood in the center, arms crossed. "You want freedom?" he called out. "Then fight for it."
I lifted my chin. "Against who?"
Omega Kyle stepped forward.
My stomach clenched.
Omega Kyle was cruel, bigger than me, and one of the worst tormentors I had faced.
"If you survive," Lyran said, "you walk free."
Kyle sneered. "She won't last a minute."
I took a deep breath. I wouldn't let them break me.
The fight began.
Kyle lunged. I dodged, barely avoiding his claws. But he was too fast to handle.
He swung again. I ducked and kicked him in the ribs.
Gasps filled the air. No one expected me to land a hit.
Kyle growled, charging. I inflicted an high induced pain to his ribs.
I moved faster.
Something inside me awakened-a strength I didn't know I had. My vision sharpened. My body felt lighter.
Kyle threw a punch.
I caught his wrist midair.
The crowd went silent. They were completely in shocked, they didn't expect me to be so strong, and also to possess such kind of powers.
I was momentarily lost in the steamy memory of Alpha Lyran's passionate touch-and that split second was all Omega Kyle needed to land a punch.
Kyle's eyes widened in shock. Instantly he throwed me up to the sky, making me crashing to the ground, and injuring myself badly.
The pain surged through me, and I screamed-a cry so fierce it nearly sent tremors through the Greko pack.
In an instant, adrenaline surged through me, unleashing a strength I'd never experienced before.
I was faster than lightning. Luna Prese was awestruck by my speed, and it sent waves of unease through the Werewolf Pack.
Then, summoning all my strength, I twisted and sent Omega Kyle hurtling into the arena, where he crashed to the ground.
In his fury, he slammed a savage blow into my scarred wound, unleashing one brutal strike after another until I was suddenly overwhelmed by weakness.
I gasped desperately for air and water, but no one came to help. "Is this the end?" I wondered. Suddenly, a piercing light burst forth, and a commanding voice roared, "Adolfa, you are more than you think-you are the greatest and most formidable Wereraven we know."
"You who command the powers of all seven districts-when the time comes to unleash your might, they will all bow before you. Why? Because you are our reborn God."
Fueled by a raw surge of energy, I landed another crushing blow on Omega Kyle, shattering his ribs into fragments.
The Lycans stared in disbelief as I stood over Omega Kyle, his battered body struggling for breath, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Confidence surged within me; I had won..
I turned to Alpha Lyran. "I proved myself. Now let me go."
Lyran walked toward me, his smirk sending a chill through me.
"You've proven something, alright," he said.
I tensed. "What?"
He reached out, his finger tracing my cheek. "You're even more formidable than I'd anticipated."
The look in his eyes made my stomach twist.
Alpha Lyran wasn't going to let me go. No-he had made up his min
d to keep me, and he would make me pay for what I did to Omega Kyle, the ruthless werewolf.
Chapter 31Adolfa's POVI ran through the forest, my wasn't at rest. The night was dark, and the trees whispered secrets I couldn't understand. Behind me, the sounds of battle faded, but the pain in my chest remained. Rensin had sacrificed himself so I could escape. I had to keep moving.The Raven Portal shimmered ahead, a swirling vortex of black and purple light. It pulsed with energy, calling to me. I hesitated for a moment, remembering Rensin's last words."Go, Adolfa. Save yourself."I stepped into the portal, and the world around me vanished.---I emerged in a different forest, one unfamiliar and eerie. The trees here were taller, their branches intertwining to block out the moonlight. The air was thick with mist, and the ground was damp beneath my feet.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I was alone now, truly alone. But I couldn't afford to dwell on that. I had to find shelter and figure out my next move.As I walked, I noticed strange markings on the trees—symbol
Chapter 30Rane's POVThe moon was high in the sky, casting a soft white light over the forest. Leaves rustled quietly around me as I ran through the trees. Every step I took was careful and fast. I had a mission from Lord Ugarh. A serious one. I couldn’t fail again. I had already messed up once, and I didn’t have time to do it again.In my hand, I held a sealed message. I pulled it close to my chest. The parchment was marked with Ugarh’s crest. It glowed slightly, a sign of the blood magic sealed inside. It was dangerous. If it fell into the wrong hands—especially the foxes—everything Ugarh planned would be ruined.And it would be my fault.I ran faster.The trees opened up a little as I got closer to the ridge. That’s when I stopped.Too late.They were already waiting.Six of them.Tall. Lean. Their bodies looked human, but they were covered in fur. Their eyes glowed orange, like small fires. These weren’t regular foxes. They were Spirit Foxes—fighters from the darkest parts of the
Chapter 29Azanlin's POVAs Azanlin stepped out from the glowing veil of the spirit portal, he breathed hard, tired to the bone. The air around him crackled with old power, still humming from his journey. The twin protection spells he had placed over Lord Ugarh's kingdom and his own land still glowed faintly. That meant they held strong. A small but important win.The sky above looked clearer than before. The haunting whispers from the Spirit Realm were gone. He stood on the burned plateau where it all began. The air still carried the smell of ash and spirit magic. His escape had come at a cost.Footsteps rushed across the hard ground. "Azanlin!" a familiar voice called.Lord Ugarh, dressed in his battle robe, walked up fast, hope in his eyes. When their eyes met, his hope turned into shock, then relief."You're alive. Thank the spirits," Ugarh said, gripping his shoulder tight."Barely," Azanlin muttered. His voice was rough from the hot winds of the portal.Ugarh looked up at the sk
Chapter 28Rensin's POVI laid Adolfa gently on the bed of enchanted feathers. Her breath was soft, almost silent. The ritual of slumber had worked. For now, her spirit rested, safe and untouched by the chaos above. The darkness of the Greko Pack, the madness of Alpha Lyran, and the burning hatred of Luna Prese were too dangerous for her in this moment. She needed to stay hidden, asleep, sealed from both mortal and spirit interference.I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Forgive me. I must leave. But I will return."With a final glance, I turned to the sacred runes drawn across the floor, their glowing marks pulsing with spirit energy. I closed my eyes and placed my palm at the center. The ancient words fell from my lips, and a blinding vortex of golden light swirled beneath me.My soul lifted from my body.The Spirit World welcomed me with a violent pull. My surroundings twisted and dissolved into the shimmering void. It felt like falling through light and shadow all at once. Every
Chapter 27Prese's POVThe sun hadn't even touched the edge of the sky when I stepped out of my chambers, dressed in the shortest skirt I owned. Skimpy, black, and hugging my curves like a second skin. My blouse was practically sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. My lips were painted a dark red, and my hair flowed like a storm behind me. Every step I took echoed with intent. Today, I would get what I wanted.Alpha Lyran.For years, I had devoted myself to him. From childhood to adulthood, I stood by him, supported him, worshipped him. He was power. He was fire. He was everything. And yet, he remained cold to me, untouched by my beauty, my loyalty, my body.But not today.I entered the war chamber, hips swaying, eyes locked on him. He sat at the far end, going through reports, barely looking up. I sauntered toward him and bent just enough for my blouse to dip dangerously low. "Alpha Lyran," I purred.He didn’t look up."You work too hard," I whispered, placing a hand on his shou
Chapter 26Alpha Lyran's POVThe moonlight came through the high windows of the northern place of Greko Pack, casting huge glow on the blood-stained floor. I was still breathing hard. I stood over the shaking body of the WereFox girl. Her copper-colored hair stuck to her sweaty face. Her limbs twitched, weak and worn.She had satisfied me—better than most. But that wasn't enough."You reminded me of her," I said, kneeling beside her. I touched the bruises on her hips. She flinched. "Adolfa. But you’re not her."She didn’t reply. Her lips shook."Look at me."Slowly, her eyes, full of fear and pain, met mine."Did she send you?"She shook her head. That was enough for me.I stood, pulled the dagger from my thigh, and stabbed her in the chest.Her body arched once. Then she was still.I wiped the blade on her torn clothes. Another ghost gone.The guards waited outside. "Burn the body. And bring me the list of every slave who has talked to Adolfa.""Yes, Alpha."I walked to the dark cham