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.”Zephyra I have never felt a man’s mouth on my breast before….certainly not a king’s, and not the Lycan king.But here I am, on the king’s bed, with his tongue circling my hardened peak.My back arches on its own will while my hips shift as heat rushes between my thighs in a way I do not recognize.A satisfied groan vibrates from his chest, pleased with what he tastes, and the sound alone sends an ache straight to my core. I cannot focus on anything, not the room, not my fear or the reality of who he truly is.I do not want this, not truly but maybe I do, because my body does not lie to me. His hand travels lower, tracing the curve of my waist, like he’s trying to memorize every part of me.I try to speak—to tell him something, anything, but the words vanish. What would I even say? Please stay away from me or keep touching me…. I cannot decide.I don’t know what I want but I know that I cannot stay still with the way his mouth sucks my skin.His teeth graze my nipple and the sting mi
Zephyra The maids scrub my skin as if I’m dirt that they’ve been ordered to wash off. Their nails dig into my skin and when I hiss from the pain, one of them glares at me and I force myself to endure the sting of their harsh treatment. “You’re a slave like the rest of us. Stop acting like you’re a princess just because the king requested for you, whore.” She snaps. The word stings, but I do not reply. I learned long ago that fighting a battle you cannot win only leads to nothing. I bite back the urge to defend myself. Let them treat me however they want to, I have far more terrifying things to think about, like what the king intends to do to me.Nysha told me I was supposed to be trained first and I needed to be taught the ways of pleasing a Lycan king. I prayed that I would never have to please him but, my prayers seem useless. Everything is happening so fast. By the time they finish bathing and dressing me, my mind thinks of what fate waits for me beyond this room. I once hear
TheronI pace the floors of my bedroom and I calculate each tormenting step that I take. Sweat slides from my brow, down to my cheekbone and when I finally stop before the mirror, I hardly recognize the man staring back at me. My chest rises and falls violently like I just came back from running an entire field but I didn’t. I am restless, I am slowly losing my mind. My body is hungry, fucking starved and food isn’t what I need. My beast is slowly slipping away from me. It is ignoring my command to stay calm and my every attempt to force it back into submission. Tonight, it wants to take, to claim and to devour anyone….it doesn’t want to reason with me. A knock sounds at my door and from the scent that comes in after, Vanilla and wild ginseng, I already know who it is…Camala is at the door.My beast snarls with anticipation as the door opens and she steps inside slowly, like she’s testing my restraint.As she approaches, she slips off her robe and lets it fall to the floor, offer
Zephyra He was furious at what I said, there was no mistaking it. The Lycan king was angry and now I was in deep trouble.I didn’t need a wolf to sense the danger in his angry tone, I could feel it in my entire bones and body. And from everything my father ever told me about the king, I knew one thing for certain…. The Lycan king did not believe in mercy. He is a man so ruthless that he was said to drink blood to soothe the monsters inside him. Now I had foolishly provoked a man who could kill me without thinking twice.But I told the truth. If I had lied to him… he likely would’ve killed me and I cannot die yet, I do not want to.I don’t even understand why I cling so tightly to my life anymore when I would be better off dead. I already lost everything, so what was the point of breathing? But still… I cannot die, I have to survive no matter how bad it gets. Nysha stops walking once we reach a quiet corridor, far from the watchful eyes of the palace guards. She turns to me, and th
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 she trembled or collapsed at my feet, but she is my mate. At least… fate claims she is. I can’t confirm it until she has a wolf and I still don’t understand how someone like her could belong to me. The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake that needs correcting. Yet, the more afraid she becomes, the more excited my beast grows. It prowls inside me as if urging me to chase her, corner her and taste her fear. Despite her trembling, I move closer and she steps back again. That alone is enough to make me angry. “Don’t move another inch.” My voice is low and controlled, but the power and command that comes out of it is undeniable. She freezes instantly—even her breath seems to stop, though h
ZephyraI couldn’t even swallow my own saliva.Why did she ask me if I was still a virgin? What would the Lycan King do to me? My heart raced faster with fear. But who was I to ask questions here? I was just a slave now. Even though deep inside, I knew I wasn’t truly a slave, I didn’t have the courage to fight back.The woman looked at me again and said, “You are beautiful. I’m sure the King will cherish you. His women are under serious punishment at the moment so he's all yours, it’s a great opportunity. Come now, follow me.”Her words kept ringing in my ears as I walked behind her. The King’s women? How many women did this King have? And what punishment were they under? There were so many questions I wanted to ask her but I didn't dare.We kept walking for a long time and my bare feet felt every cold tile we passed over. Soon, we reached a beautiful part of the palace. The walls here shone like polished marble, but even brighter, almost like pearls. The floor sparkled too, as if it







