LOGINZephyra
“Arrest her now,” the head guard, Jamal, ordered. His voice was cold, and his eyes were filled with hate I had never seen before. Two soldiers stepped forward to grab me, but my stepmother moved quickly and blocked their way. “You can’t arrest my daughter! Are you insane?” she shouted at them. “Tell me, what has she done wrong? And who gave you this order?” My heart pounded so hard I could hardly breathe. My eyes were wide with shock. Why were they coming for me? The head guard stepped closer and held out a scroll to my stepmother. She snatched it from him and read it quickly. I watched her face change from anger to something else… something more terrifying and I knew that whatever she saw was bad. Looking up at me with cold eyes, she gave an order. “Take her away,” Her words left me frozen. There was no way she said that. “Mother? What do you mean?” my voice trembled. “What have I done?” For the first time in my life, I spoke back to my mother in a tone I never used. My chest was squeezed, and sweat covered my forehead as I tried to make sense of what was happening. She shouted back at me. “I will tell you what you did! This scroll says you have been accused of murdering Elder Gareth. It says you poisoned him with wolfsbane. How could you do something so cruel?” “No! I didn’t do anything to him, believe me!” I cried out. My words were lost as the two soldiers grabbed my arms roughly and pulled me towards the door. “I am supposed to be the Alpha of this Pack! Who gave the order to arrest me?” I tried to pull free. The soldiers stopped walking for a moment. The head guard looked at me and spoke. “The new Alpha did. Alpha Eryc.” His words made my blood go cold. I turned to look at him, my eyes wide. “You’re lying! Eryc would never do that! He loves me!” The head guard shook his head. “He did. He signed the arrest himself. He holds the King’s seal now.” My heart felt like it would break into pieces, but despite the pain in my chest, I forced myself to remain calm. I couldn’t believe that. “If that is true, then take me to him right now,” my voice shook. The head guard nodded before he made a sign to the soldiers, and they began to drag me out of my father’s living room. My legs felt heavy like they weren’t mine anymore as they pushed me around. They took me to my father’s office, down the hallway. The door opened, and what I saw nearly stopped my heart. Eryc… my mate… was sitting in my father’s chair, looking proud and relaxed as if he didn't just lose his father. Or, am I missing something? And on his lap sat my stepsister, Naya. They were kissing as if nothing matters. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. My knees went weak, and if the soldiers hadn’t been holding me, I would have fallen to the floor. Naya stood up from Eryc’s lap, and cat-walked towards me. Her face changed. For the first time, I saw hatred in her eyes. Real hatred, and it was directed at me. The next thing I got was a slap on my face. She hit me hard across the face, making my head turn from the force she used. Hot pain flared into my cheeks and I hadn’t realized when tears slipped out of my eyes. “Murderer,” she spat at me. “How could you kill Elder Gareth? He was going to be your father-in-law and he cared about us. You disgust me!” My lungs seized, making every breath a struggle. I searched Eryc’s face, desperate for any sign that he still loved me. But he had changed. His deep blue eyes were now cold like ice. He stood up and walked to me, wrapping his arm around Naya’s waist as if to show me I meant nothing. “Do not look so shocked,” Eryc said. His voice was calm, almost bored. “I gave the order.” “Why, Eryc?” My voice almost couldn't come out. “What did I do to deserve this?” He looked at the soldiers and the head guard. “Leave us,” he ordered. The guards bowed and stepped out, closing the door behind them. Now it was just me, Eryc, and Naya. I was shaking so much I could barely stand while my tears kept falling. “Eryc… what is going on? Why are you doing this? Why are you with my sister?” He walked around me slowly. Stopping in front of me, his hand reached out and grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Do you really think I would bond with a wolfless she-wolf like you? A curse of the moon?” He mocked. His words tore my heart. The pain was so sharp I could hardly think straight. What did he just say to me? He never called me a curse….he told me he never saw me as one. So why was he doing this to me? What changed? “I accepted you as my mate for one reason only, Zephyra,” he said. “So I could trick you into giving me your right as Alpha. Now that I have it, I don’t need you anymore.” My tears wouldn’t stop. My heart felt like it was dying inside my chest. “I loved you, Eryc. I still do. Why would you betray me like this?” I asked, my voice shaking between sobs. He let go of my chin and walked back to Naya. “Because I only love one woman, and that is your sister,” he said coldly. I let out a bitter laugh, though it hurt. “Why?” I asked. “Why her and not me?” Eryc smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “Because, unlike you, she is stronger. She is pure and she is fit to be my Luna. How you turned out to be my mate still remains a mystery to me. I almost lost my mind having to pretend I was in love with you. But that does not matter anymore.” The aching in my head kept increasing, but I needed answers, I needed to know the truth. So I asked the question that burned in my mind. “Tell me… did you kill Elder Gareth, your father?” Eryc's grip on Naya tightened as he pulled her close. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, right in front of me. And when he was done kissing her, he turned back to me. “I didn’t do it myself,” he said. “But someone who obeys me completely did. Just like she did to your father…” I stopped breathing for a moment. “Wh-what do you mean… just like she did to my father?” I stammered. Eryc’s eyes glittered. “You heard me, Zephyra. Your father’s death wasn’t an accident. Someone made sure of it.” My head spun as my vision blurred. “No…” I whispered. My chest burned with pain. “Is mother part of this too? Did she support both of you in this?” I forced myself to ask. Even if I was going to die because it felt so already. I deserve to know the complete truth. Naya stepped forward, her eyes cold and full of pride. “Mother planned everything, sister. She knew from the start.” My knees weakened, and I stumbled back. The truth crushed me like a mountain. “It was always all about you, Zephyra. Father chose you to rule, only because I am sick, not because you are fit. He knew that you were cursed. Yet, he chose you, instead of me. But not anymore, because now I will take my place.” And when I thought that was all, Eryc stepped forward, his voice turning cold again. “I, Eryc Bryndan, son of Gayous Gareth of the Stoneheart Pack, reject you, Zephyra, daughter of Kaelen Garrik, as my mate.” The moment he said those words, it felt like something inside me broke. A sharp pain stabbed into my chest preventing me from breathing properly. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even scream. My legs gave out, and I fell to the floor. My hands clutched at my chest as the pain tore through me like fire. Through my blurred eyes, I saw Eryc holding Naya, whispering something to her. Darkness covered me and just before I lost consciousness, his last cruel words echoed in my head. “Now, we can get her kidney.”For a second, I think Mirella might lunge at me. Part of me hopes she does, just so I have a solid enough reason to kill her. Instead she starts laughing. The sound is broken and ugly, turning into ugly sobs that shake her whole body. “You’re going to lose everything,” she mutters. “When that thing you serve is done with you, there won't even be bones left to bury.” I gesture to the guards at the door. “Drag her out. If she speaks another word again, cut her tongue out.”Mirella doesn’t fight as they drag her away. She stares at me the entire time, eyes full of pure hatred. I don’t deserve that look. If anyone does, it’s her dead husband for dragging me and the entirety of Stone Heart into this nightmare in the first place.Brianna steps beside me, folding her arms. “I was wondering when you would finally lock her up. That one has been causing problems for my sisters and me.”I turn to her. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want the truth.”Brianna raises her brow. “How much
He’s already powerful enough to flatten a kingdom, so why the hell wouldn't he just fetch her himself? Instead he’s got me dancing with Lycans like it’s not a death sentence for a wolf. Unbelievable!I look down at my wrists again and I swear I can see the strings holding them. I even hear voices laughing somewhere in the back of my head. I know they’re not real, but the feeling stays stuck in my throat like a bone. I can’t stand it anymore. All of this is happening because of him.I storm out of my room, heading for the basement where the witches have set up their sanctum. They know something. I can feel it in all of my bones.Brianna is already waiting outside the door, arms folded, violet eyes locked on me. Her face is calm. She doesn’t bow. She doesn't call me Alpha. It’s just another reminder that while I wear the title, I’m not the one holding the leash on this pack.“It’s done,” she says before I can even open my mouth.I stop, staring her down. “What the fuck do you mean it’s
ErycI shove the bedroom door open so hard it bounces off the wall. Three nights without real sleep will do that to a man. I drop into the chair by the desk, grab the whiskey bottle, and pour myself a generous glass. My head is pounding like someone’s hammering nails into my skull. I rub my temples, willing the ache to fuck off for five minutes.‘Eryc! I’m out. I’m coming back to you. I’m almost at the perimeter—’Naya’s voice explodes in my head. The glass of whiskey freezes halfway to my lips. My heart doesn't skip a beat out of relief, but it sure as hell hammers against my ribs out of pure shock.‘Naya?’ I link back, wondering if this is a side effect of the excessive sleep herbs I’ve been taking to stay sane. ‘How the hell—‘‘They let me go! I don’t know why, but they just opened the cage. Oh, Eryc, it’s been so long since I’ve felt you. I missed you so much.’I set the glass down slowly. My knuckles turn white around it. ‘I missed you too, sunshine, but I’m going to need you t
“You still didn’t die?” Naya spits on the floor. “Too bad. I was hoping the big bad Lycans would finish what we started.”I step forward before I can stop myself, hands already reaching for her throat but Theron’s arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against him. His touch is calm and steady through the bond, but it doesn’t silence the beast inside me that wants me to kill her. “Eryc will have you dead before you know it!” Naya screams. “It won’t be long before your own alpha does the same to you!”Theron’s grip tightens. “Get her out of here.”She doesn’t have the information we need. She doesn’t seem to know a thing about Eryc’s real endgame or who he might be answering to. She truly believes he’s the mastermind, which makes sense because Eryc wouldn't trust someone as stupid as Naya with the truth. She’s just another pawn who thinks she matters.We watch from the balcony as they release her at the palace gates. Naya doesn’t even look back. She shifts into her scruffy tawny
“Stop holding back,” Khaisha hisses. Her eyes glow with her Lycan just under the surface. “You’re so afraid of what you might do that you’re letting yourself lose. That’s why they’ll always see you as weak, Zephyra.”The word weak hits me like a slap.It drags up every memory I’ve tried to bury. The Stoneheart cells, the floggings, and the nights I had to beg for scraps of love that no one ever gave me. Something inside my chest snaps.The anger surges, and every part of my body goes hot. I lunge forward, pushing her off. This time, she’s the one on the floor. My hands fly to her throat, and she grabs my wrists as I squeeze, cutting off her air. “I’m not weak!” A growl rips from my lips.Khaisha’s face turns a deep red, splatters of saliva leaving her lips. “No shit!” she manages to choke out, then drives her knee up into my stomach.I groan and collapse beside her, releasing her neck. She rolls away coughing and laughing at the same time. “That was so close. You almost made Sky an o
Zephyra I’m running through trees that don’t belong to any forest I’ve ever known. The ground feels soft and moist, like water is trying to swallow my feet with every step I take.Ahead, I feel something waiting. I close my eyes for a second, and when I open them, I’m standing in front of my old house at Stoneheart. The bright green door is peeled just like I remember it, and the porch lights are flickering like they’re about to die. It sends shivers down my spine. Even knowing this is a dream, the fear is real.The door creaks open by itself, and I find myself walking into the darkness inside. “No,” I try to shout, but I can’t move or make a sound.Inside, I spot a tall figure wrapped in crimson shadows standing in the corner where my bedroom used to be. It doesn’t have a face. Only a silhouette that seems to swallow the light and the twisted part is that I know it's been waiting for me. Like a puppet on a string, my body moves toward it. Instead of fighting, I stay still, doing
Theron The sound she’s been fighting so hard to keep inside finally slips from her lips, just like I wanted it to. I don’t rush and I don’t place my tongue where she needs it most yet. Instead, I take my time exploring her, learning her reactions and giving her space to understand what is happe
Zephyra I’m not sure how to feel about his sudden interest in my life. He asked about my pack as well as my alpha, but I have no idea how to tell him that I was the Alpha of my pack… or at least, I was supposed to be.“Silence wasn’t the answer I expected,” he says, leaning forward slightly. “So m
Theron I take a single step toward her, just one and she flinches before stumbling back. I can feel her fear rolling off her body and although she should fear me since everyone does…I can’t quite decide how I feel about it coming from her. If she were anyone else, I wouldn’t have cared whether
Theron The food before me sits untouched while I wait. Waiting has never been my thing, I have people who wait for me, not the other way around, but here I am, sitting on my own table, waiting for a slave. Calling her a slave feels wrong and every time I do it, the word grates in my mouth. She sh







