Chapter 1
Azirah's Pov “Hurry! Wake up, you lazy bags!” A thunderous voice rang out from the old orphanage I was escaping from. It was Miss Ray. “She’s awake?” I froze, my head snapping toward the orphanage, now just a few paces away in the distance. “She’s awake!” I hitched up my loose gown, the fabric threatening to trip me, and bolted. Panic surged through me as I hastened my pace. My feet stumbled on a branch, and I nearly fell, but I managed to catch myself in time. “Don’t let her escape, you clueless blockheads!” Miss Ray snarled, her voice cutting through the night like a whip. I cried out as something sharp jabbed into my foot. The pain shot up my leg like fire, but I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the sound. If they heard me, they’d find me—and that was the last thing I could allow. My heart hammered as I glanced back toward the orphanage. There was no time to check what I’d stepped on, no time to tend to my throbbing foot. I had to run. Run far, far away before they caught up to me. Due to the sharp pain in my injured leg, I yelped whenever it touched the ground. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned against the rough bark of a tree, my body trembling from the agony. “No, I can't go back,” I sobbed into the cold night, clutching my throbbing leg. “Not when I’ve come this far!” I shook my head violently, refusing to entertain the dark thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind. “I can do this,” I whispered, forcing the words out like a prayer. I tried to run, but the pain stabbed sharper than before, forcing me to stagger forward in uneven leaps. My ears perked as the distinct sound of breaking branches echoed from a distance. Fresh tears blurred my vision, panic swelling in my chest. My mind raced to the horrors I’d face if they caught me—Miss Ray’s cold, furious eyes, the sting of her punishments. No. I couldn’t let that happen. I leaped as far as my legs could carry me, my vision blurring with every desperate step. Chaos swirled in my mind, unsure if I could survive the bitter cold night. "There she is!" a voice screamed from up ahead. A dizzying panic shot through me as I heard footsteps pounding toward my direction. I forced my legs to move faster, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. But before I could react, a sharp yank on my hair sent me crashing to the ground. I let out a cry as pain exploded through me. My vision blurred further, and a strange ringing filled my ears. My hand instinctively reached for my head, touching something wet and warm. Blood. "Stupid girl!" Old Miss Ray's voice sliced through the chaos, cold and unforgiving. Fear shook me to my core as I shut my eyes, trembling. "You thought you could escape me?" she sneered. Her cane thudded heavily on the ground as she bent toward me, her voice dripping with menace. "When will you ever learn your lesson, huh?" Old Miss Ray’s eyes locked onto me, cold and unblinking. The flashlight held by one of the men illuminated her face, casting harsh shadows that made her look even more terrifying. “Let me go, please!” I begged, my voice cracking. Deep down, I knew it was hopeless. But somewhere in the pit of my heart, I still clung to a shred of hope. Miss Ray let out a mocking laugh, sharp and grating, and the men echoed her, their laughter halting as hers did. “Oh, dear,” she began, her tone dripping with mockery. Tears rolled sideways down my face, soaking into the dirt beneath me. “That,” she continued, her eyes narrowing, “will be over my dead body. You’re stuck with me, even in your dreams.” Her words sent a chill through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. “And because you dared disrupt my sweet sleep,” she hissed, leaning closer, “you’ll pay. In full.” She threw her head back and laughed hysterically, the sound echoing through the darkness. It wrapped around me like chains, making me shiver in fear. "Please, Miss Ray!" I sobbed, but she didn't spare me another glance as she stretched and yawned, as if this were nothing more than an inconvenience. "Drag her back to the orphanage," she ordered, her tone cold, before turning on her heel and walking away. One of the guards bent to lift me, but a deafening gunshot suddenly echoed through the woods. I screamed, my voice ripping from my throat as something wet splashed onto me. The guard collapsed, blood pooling beneath him, leaving me to fall hard on my side, the impact jarring my face against the cold ground. "I gave an order!" Miss Ray bellowed, sliding the pistol back into the pocket of her gown. Drag her. Do not defy me again, you morons. The next person who disobeys me will join him." She stormed away, her footsteps fading into the distance. Rough hands grabbed my hair, yanking me upward. I screamed, my voice breaking into hoarse cries as my throat burned. My body dragged along the forest floor, the dry branches scratching my skin raw. Just as I was about to give up, the sound of heavy footsteps rushing toward us froze everyone in place. I lifted my head, my tear-blurred eyes focusing on the approaching shadows. Red eyes. Glowing red eyes. Not one, but several. They lunged, claws gleaming in the faint light as they tore into the guards. Blood sprayed in every direction as the men screamed, their bodies crumpling like broken dolls. Horrified, I lay there, paralyzed, my voice lost in the chaos. I couldn't scream, couldn't move. My chest heaved as the forest went unnervingly silent. For a moment, I felt a strange flicker of relief-until the red eyes turned toward me. The creatures sniffed the air, their tongues hanging loosely from their mouths. Slowly, they padded toward me, their steps deliberate and unhurried. I scrambled backward, my hands fumbling for anything. My fingers brushed against something smooth and cold. Turning, I saw it-a shiny white stone, glowing faintly in the dark. Curiosity flared, but fear drowned it out. My trembling hands gripped the stone tightly as I began hurling anything I could find at the creatures. Rocks, twigs -nothing worked. Their glowing eyes stayed fixed on me, their hunger palpable. My back hit a tree, trapping me. No escape. I opened my mouth to cry for help, but no sound came out. Tears streamed down my face as I stared at them, my body trembling uncontrollably. "This is how I die," I whispered, shutting my eyes tightly. Resignation washed over me like a cold wave. "At least I won't face the torture waiting for me back there." Taking a deep breath, I waited for the inevitable. But then, a loud howl pierced the night. From out of nowhere, something massive soared through the air. Half-human, half-beast, its hulking form glinted under the faint moonlight. It landed on one of the wolves, gripping its neck with clawed hands and pulling until the head ripped free. Blood sprayed across the ground. Another wolf lunged at it, but the creature moved with impossible speed, snapping its attacker's neck in one swift motion. The last wolf tried to circle behind it, but I couldn't follow the fight- it was too fast, too brutal. A sudden crunch echoed as the beast stepped on the final flashlight, plunging the forest into near-total darkness. It was over in seconds. My throat felt painfully dry as I swallowed repeatedly, trying to calm my racing heart. A moment ago, I had accepted death. But now, seeing this violent carnage, fear seized me anew. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst. I felt lightheaded, my vision growing hazy as dizziness overwhelmed me. Then the creature turned toward me. With inhuman speed, it half-ran, half-lurched in my direction. I tried to move, to scream, but my body refused to obey. Before the darkness swallowed me, I heard it grunt-a guttural, rasping sound that sent shivers down my spine. It huffed, its voice cold and disdainful "Weak!”Chapter 24 She lay still, her skin too cold for someone who should have been alive. The lanterns flickered, their glow struggling to fill the dim room—my room. I sat beside the bed, elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together, my mind a battlefield of regret and frustration.It had been days—days of waiting, of watching, of wondering if she would ever open her eyes again. My father would say this was my fault. Nergal would agree. Maybe they were right. But regret was a useless poison, and I refused to drink from it any longer.My eyes rested on her chest. I watched as it rose and fell—and the last words she had uttered right before she jumped echoed in my mind. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as the image flashed before me.I exhaled sharply, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and arrange the loose strands of hair spread around the pillow. I was just adjusting her when I caught sight of something dark at the back of her neck. I made her lean to the
Chapter 23: The messenger stood at the far end of the Great Hall, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the space. His footsteps echoed as he moved toward the large portrait of me. Slowly, he reached out, fingers hovering over the painted surface, as if drawn to it."You shouldn't be doing that, you know," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the silence as I strode toward the throne.He jerked his hand back and quickly lowered his head in a slight bow. "Apologies, Alpha Zassan."I ignored him, settling into the throne—a structure of bones, some of which had been unearthed long before this hall was even built. I ran a hand over the armrest, feeling the ridges of history beneath my fingers."I see my so-called twin brother is still in the era of having others do his job," I said, my voice dripping with mockery.The messenger shifted, his expression tightening as if my words had struck a nerve. "Alpha Nergal, your twin brother sent me to deliver a message to you.""Obviously. You
Chapter 21: The needle glided over the vinyl, releasing a soothing tune—rich, warm, and full of nostalgia. Gentle piano notes trickled through the air, blending seamlessly with the slow hum of a saxophone, each note melting like honey into the stillness."I'm right here, Alpha!" A soft voice came from behind me as I sipped my glass of red wine. I turned around, recognizing her voice.I turned—and my breath caught in my throat."I heard you were looking for me!" she said, taking a few steps toward me. She stopped just short, a few steps away.Vesta stood there, draped in silk that clung to every curve, flowing over her body like a second skin. The dim lighting made the fabric shimmer, highlighting the soft swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the way it hugged her hips just right. My grip tightened at my sides. She was stunning, effortless, and dangerous.My tongue ran over my bottom lip as heat coiled in my gut. Damn, I wanted to devour her.Then she spoke. "Zassan!"The way s
Chapter 21 Zassan's POV “Alpha, the witch has refused to eat anything offered to her till this very moment!” The maid assigned to feed Vesta announced after being summoned. “Make her eat then,” I said, returning to the papers piled up on the table. “We've tried, Alpha, but she keeps staring into the distance, then ends up sobbing if we force her too much. Sometimes, she becomes violent.” “I see!” I managed to say as I signed on the document. “We served her hot soup and she clawed the other maid who is getting treated already.” The maid informed. I stopped flipping through the pages and focused my attention on the shivering maid. “Interesting, Stubborn and tough.” I murmured, thinking of the little witch. “Has she tried using her witchery spell on anyone yet?” “No, She just lies on the cold ground with her eyes wide open, either singing a song or muttering some words.” “Hmm,” I managed to say as I rubbed my hands together and leaned back in my chair. “Alpha, if
Chapter 20: I gasped as I jerked up from the cold ground after having a terrible nightmare of a field of dead bodies. They were piled up like a heap while two beasts fought on it. It wasn't the first time I had such weird dreams, but every time, it became clearer and gave me a feeling. The smell oozing from the dead bodies still lingered even after I woke."Oh, I see you woke up just in time!" a voice said to me, and without mistaking, it was the same wolf that had caught me while lurking.I didn't say a word but stared daggers at him. I felt too weak to engage in a conversation.He smirked and walked toward the chain’s end, which was bolted to a rusted ring embedded deep into the stone floor of the Blackwing Quarters. He roughly pulled me, making me cry from the pain as he walked away. My wrist was red and unrecognizable.The world smelled of damp earth and cold stone. The sack over my head reeked of dust, sweat, and something metallic—blood.Rough hands shoved me forward. I stumble
Chapter 19: The Blackwing Quarters were not a dungeon, but they felt just as suffocating. The walls were stone, the high windows barred, allowing only a sliver of light. The guards outside my door made it clear—I wasn’t leaving.I paced, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. My parents were here. Somewhere. And I had to find a way to get out and find them before it was too late.Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything.Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him.The Alpha.He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.His golden eyes flickered to me, calculating