Mag-log inZephyra
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.I’m pinned to the ground, unable to form any words. My mind races back through every detail I’ve tried to piece together since the day I met her. Zephyra waking up in Kaelen’s pack with no memory of where she came from. Kane claiming she fell from the sky, as if some invisible hand placed her there. The massive Archive doors—the same ones that have drained the life from every Lycan scholar who dared touch them—unfolding for her without killing her.“So we all knew she was the Crimson Moon Queen, right?” Anya asks.Silence blankets the room. The answer is entirely too clear. Deep down, I’ve probably always known it on some level, but never let myself dwell too much on it. Now, there is no hiding from it.“Double the palace protection,” I bark at Jareth. “I want more guards watching over her.”“And you think she’s going to want that?” Jareth counters.“It doesn’t matter what she wants if it’s for her safety.”“Yeah, try telling her that with how often she loses control,” Jareth scoffs a
Theron They both glance at each other awkwardly, and that tells me they were up to something, but I don't give a damn about whatever she and Jareth were doing before I walked in. My mind is still fixed on the bloody confession I dragged out of Kane last night. I drop the mutilated black book onto the table. My jaw is still tight thanks to that bastard Kane. I haven’t been able to focus on healing myself because I haven’t had proper rest to do so, and even Grimm feels restless under my skin, pacing because he wants us to rip Kane apart but for now he’ll live. Killing him will only cause an alpha riot. I look directly at Anya. “Did you find anything concerning this Zhodin in any of the books you went through?” Anya shifts on her feet, her fingers nervously zipping up the front of her shirt before she squares her shoulders, trying to act like there’s nothing off. ‘Those two are fucking!’ Grimm barks, and I nearly wince at how loud and irritated he sounds about something that isn’t
“You sound desperate, Beta.” I smirk, leaning into the tease. It wouldn't be nearly as fun if I didn’t get under his skin first. “I thought you hated witches. Or are you finally developing a taste for us now?” A low growl rumbles from his chest. I plant my hand right over his heart, feeling how fast it’s racing. “You still haven’t gotten over her, have you?” “My personal life is none of your business,” he rasps, though he doesn't pull away. “It becomes my business when you’re standing this close and growing hard from just thinking about me.” My hand brushes lightly over the bulge in his trousers. His jaw clenches as I lift my knuckles to my lips and slowly lick them, letting him watch my tongue glide over the part I used to touch him. His breathing hitches, and his jaw clenches as he looks down at me. “Shit,” he mutters so low, I almost miss it. I drop my hand and take a step back, smirking. “My offer died the moment you decided to treat me like I was not desirable enough.” I tur
Anya Back in the archive, things have changed.Cleaners move around quietly with masks over their faces, wiping down shelves and floors that haven’t seen a proper touch in centuries. It took me days of careful spellwork just to make the magic in here less dangerous to normal shifter’s noses and lungs. It’s safer now, but only barely. Anyone who walks in still needs protection if they plan to stay long. Stronger shifters can handle the place, I guess. I’ll just have to find out.For me, though? This place feels like magic heaven. The old power in the air makes my bones hum in the best way. The last time I felt magic this electrifying and alive was back in Molbor, and that feels like another lifetime now.I wish I could go back. Part of me misses the familiar streets, the smell of Magnolia oil, the way magic used to flare around me and give me goosebumps especially at the public parks. But what’s the point of missing home when no one there actually valued me? I asked to leave. The que
“You’ve been busy, Theron,” Kane says, his voice carrying that same lunatic edge as his sister. “Tearing out hearts in the lobby because you’re bored? I believe you know there’s something called hunting. If you needed a kill, you could have just gone into the woods.”He pants hard, his eyes scanning my face for a reaction. “I also heard you lost the Luna to a room that hasn't been opened in centuries. It’s quite a bit of drama for one day, isn’t it?” “Get out, Kane,” I warn, my voice dropping to a dangerous rumble.“You killed my sister in cold blood.” He ignores me, wiping blood from his hand onto his trousers. “She pushed my mate into that archive, knowing exactly what would happen.”He scoffs. “So my sister is dead because she pushed a girl into a library? A girl who shouldn’t have been there in the first place? A girl who’s currently a vegetable in your bed?”‘Why is this pet still breathing?’ Grimm snarls.Kane walks forward until he’s standing inches from me. He’s fuming, and
Theron“It’s going to be alright, Your Majesty.” Kalb, who has been mostly silent, tries to offer comfort, but it does nothing for me. It is impossible to believe anything will be alright while Zephyra lies unconscious on the bed. I know she’s alive. I can feel it through the faint thrum of the bond, and I can see her chest rising and falling, but her eyes are still shut. Her skin is a sickly shade of pale, almost translucent, making the spreading red strands in her hair stand out even more. Every time her breathing hitches, my own chest tightens like someone’s squeezing it.If she doesn’t wake up...I shove the thought away fast. I know what I’m capable of when I lose control, and thinking like that won’t bring her back.“She isn’t healing properly,” Kalb whispers. The soft blue glow under her palms fades as she pulls away from Zephyra’s side. “Her body is still weak from all the archive’s magic she absorbed…”“Are you saying she won’t wake up?” I growl, unable to prevent it from s
TheronMy steps are measured and purposeful as I move through the wide palace halls. Several of my men follow behind me, clad in their guarded uniforms, their presence silent but watchful. I’m heading to another meeting, this one called by the elders and I was summoned only minutes ago.I don’t at
ZephyraThere’s an empty chair close to him, positioned right beside Khaisha. The moment I notice it, my heart jumps into my throat. I don’t hesitate.I move my legs as fast as I can and take the seat, just as he commanded. I don’t dare slow down or question it. Taking too long to obey will earn me
Zephyra The king slowly pulls out of me, and I wince at the sting that follows. The soreness between my legs is familiar and it is something I've felt before, but tonight it isn’t as unbearable as I remember. It still aches, still reminds me of what just happened, but it doesn’t feel like punishme
TheronMy heart kicks back into motion after being silent for who knows how long. The first beat slams into my chest, hard enough to steal my breath, and then another follows. I open my eyes carefully, watching how the ceiling above me swims for a moment before it settles. From the uncomfortable l







