LOGINZephyra
When I opened my eyes, I thought I would find myself drowning again but I was no longer inside the water. I wasn’t even sure if I was still alive because where I was didn’t look like any place I was familiar with. Just ahead of me, there was a giant heavy door and I was in a line with people in white clothes who wanted to make it into that door. Could this be the heavens? Or was I dreaming? There was no way I was dreaming because I couldn’t have possibly survived that heavy waterfall. The line moved a little and I followed the others as they stepped forward, even though my entire body was in pain. "Wake up, you slave. It is time for you to be useful," a voice shouted. I looked around to see who had spoken, but no one else seemed to have heard it— it felt like I was the only one hearing that voice. Slave? I am not a slave. I am a princess and my father was an Alpha. Why would anyone call me that? Maybe I heard wrong and no one really said anything. The line moved forward again and my feet dragged across the cold ground. “Wake up now!” A stronger, deeper voice ordered. The moment I blinked again, I found myself in a different place and I realized I was having a hard time breathing. As I tried to take a breath, I coughed up the water that had been stuck in my throat. Water dripped down from my hair and covered my face as I glanced around, trying to figure out where I was. I was in a large bath tub filled with water….. This was someone’s home and not mine. Turning to my right, I saw two older women standing over me, watching me as if I were a lost animal they wanted to take care of. One had black curly hair that framed her face, and the other had straight brown hair that reached her shoulders. “How long do you plan to sleep?” the woman with black hair asked. Her voice was far from gentle. I stared at her, completely confused and then I looked down only to realize I was naked. Why wasn’t I wearing any clothes? What had happened to me? Overwhelmed by embarrassment, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to cover my breasts. “We will make so much money from this one,” the black haired woman said to the other. “She’s pretty enough for the Lycan King.” Lycan King? What did they mean by that? My eyes opened wide as it finally occurred to me that I wasn’t in my world anymore….. I was far away from home. “Get out of the bath and get dressed,” the brown haired woman ordered. My voice came out shaky. “Please… tell me… where am I? And…who are you? How did I get here?” I didn’t understand what was happening but I knew that I wasn’t dead and I survived when I shouldn’t have. The black haired woman stepped closer and grabbed my chin so roughly, it hurt. “If you think you’re dead, forget it, you’re alive,” she snapped. “We saved you from the water and took care of you.” Save me? But why did it feel more like they caught me instead? She let go of my chin and looked me up and down with cold eyes. “And as for who we are? We’re traders. We sell slaves like you to the highest bidder, but you’re special,” she stated before her lips turned into a mean smile. “Your beauty got you to the best place and you’ll serve in the Lycan King’s palace. Honestly you should consider yourself lucky.” My entire heart shattered. Lucky? I just escaped death and now I was being sold as a slave. The woman with the black hair turned to a servant standing at the corner and gave her a command. “Get her ready, they’re waiting,” she said without looking back. The servant moved closer to me and forcefully pulled my hands away from my body so she could bath me. I knew better than to fight with her because I didn’t know where I was and I had no strength of my own. ……. The next thing I knew, I was in a car. The women from earlier drugged me so I wouldn't see where they were taking me too. As my eyes opened, the car was already moving and I couldn’t help but notice it was similar to the one my father used to own. Two men sat in front, one was driving and the other sat beside him while they spoke quietly. I was alone in the back seat, with my hands tied up. They must have realized that I was awake because they stopped talking the moment one of them turned around to look at me. After a long silent ride, we reached a place with the tallest gates I had ever seen. They were golden, covered in strange symbols. Guards stood on both sides and when they saw us, they opened the gates without asking questions. However, I had questions…like where was I? Why was I being taken as a slave? If this was the moon goddess’s plans for me, she should have just let me die instead of bringing me back to life. As we entered the city, it felt like stepping into a completely different universe. The beauty of this place was unlike anything I had ever witnessed before. This must be Eboncrest…. I overheard those women who took me in, talking about sending me here to serve the Lycan King. My father once told me about this place. Eboncrest is the capital of Thyrenna, a Lycan city that is famous for its power and ruthlessness. I had never seen it with my own eyes until now. “Come down, slave,” a deep voice said. My body jumped at the sound of his terrifying voice. As soon as he opened the door, I stepped out carefully with my feet bare on the ground and then I studied my surrounding. The streets were really spacious and tidy, with tall buildings that seemed to stretch all the way up to the sunny sky. Some people walked proudly in their beast forms, while others strolled in their human forms as they looked at me strangely. I was scared, but not as much as I should have been, it was strange. Maybe it was because I had already lost everything. I lost my right to rule, my mate and the people I called family. “Follow me,” the man said as he untied my hands. I nodded and walked behind him. His legs were long, and I had to almost run to keep up with his movements. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the unknown because I didn’t know what to expect. We reached a grand mansion that was bigger than anything I had ever seen….. if I didn’t know better, I would have called it a castle. Bright lights shone everywhere and guards were also stationed around. No wonder they called this place the capital city of Thyrenna, the protection here was tight and the beauty was something that couldn’t be bought anywhere else. A tall woman with long blonde hair came towards us with no smile on her face. Everything about her was cold. “Nysha,” the man beside me called her name as he stopped walking and looked at her. “Get her ready. She will serve the King tonight,” he said. Nysha bowed her head slightly. “Yes, my lord.” He didn’t give me another glance since I was nothing but a product to him. He left me alone without another word. “Follow me, slave. We don’t have much time,” Nysha said. I obeyed her and moved my feet even though I was in so much pain but I couldn’t complain. Even if I was hurt, I couldn’t make myself look fragile in front of anyone here. We entered a large room filled with clothes, perfumes, and shining mirrors. I was washed again and my hair was dried. Nysha took out a simple floral dress and handed it to me. “Put this on,” she ordered. My fingers shook as I dressed without saying anything to her and she also didn’t speak to me. She just watched me like if I made the wrong move, she would kill me. My stomach cried for food but I did not think anyone here cared if I had eaten or not. Nysha braided my long brown hair and added some ornament that sparkled under the light. If I was just a slave, why did I need to be dressed so beautifully? When she was done, she stepped back and looked at me. “Listen carefully,” she said. “Tonight, you will serve the Lycan King and you will do everything he tells you to. Never say no. If you want to live, you must obey his every command.” My heart dropped to my stomach. “I… I don’t understand,” I whispered. Nysha’s eyes grew colder. “The King hates disobedience,” she continued. Then she asked me one question that caught me off guard. “Are you a virgin? I hope not. The King doesn’t like inexperienced women.” I wasn’t expecting her to say anything like that to me and I felt my cheeks burning up from embarrassment. I opened my lips to speak but nothing came out.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







