When Alpha King Rhys finally found his mate, he expected fireworks, a puzzle piece to click into place, a Luna to help him rule the kingdom, not this.. this savage rogue. A rogue whose intention had been to assassinate him. Hated upon first sight, Amira cursed the Moon Goddess to find out her mate was the tyrannical Alpha King she'd been trained to kill. With nothing left to do but reject the king and escape almost unscathed, neither Rhys nor Amira expected what came next. It was unheard of to reject the gift the Moon Goddess blessed them with. Only a few were granted a mate, and Alpha King Rhys and Amira did precisely that- Rejected the gift. Cursed by the Moon Goddess, they wake up inside each other's bodies. Switched to live in each other's worlds, Rhys and Amira are forced to figure out how to return to their original forms. Can they stop fighting, bickering, and scheming against each other, or will this curse open their minds and hearts to each other's troubles? EXCERPT: “What in Goddess’ name is this!?” Rhys growled into the mirror; his voice came out feminine and his reflection, not his own. This was a nightmare, a cruel trick of his mind. It was playing on him for rejecting this woman as his mate. The woman he wanted to kill was staring back at him from the mirror, hands clutching her face, eyes wide with shock and fury. The nails grew into claws, ready to scratch at the face of the wench who tried to kill him. But the piercing pain and the pool of blood shocked him into a surreal reality. This was not a nightmare. This was real!? Rhys was inside Amira’s body! So, where was Amira? COMPLETED - Cursed Series -
View MoreSneaking into the king’s palace was never going to be easy. But years of planning and waiting for the opportune moment made slipping into the banquet hall piss easy. Amira walked inside, her attire like the other guards, she was a little on the smaller side, but nobody took notice.
The guests were abuzz with the ongoing ball. Women were dressed to impress, all hoping to attract a suitor or the rarity of finding a mate. They were all like peacocks preening themselves with fans, flaunting their busts in their dresses and proving their worth for a potential partner by dancing.
Amira rolled her eyes and continued to walk at the edges of the grand banquet hall. She’d missed the Alpha King’s entrance by a few minutes. Yet, she remained calm because she knew his routine for such events.
Her cousin, Zayyan, observed the king from afar for weeks before the pieces of their plan finally came together. And here she was. Set to kill the tyrannical Alpha King, Rhys Quintrell.
Amira followed her cousin’s guide. She knew where the King would go, though he might not be there long. It varied depending on whether others sought his company.
The she-wolf passed the balcony doors, noting the Alpha King’s broad back. Of course, his back was full of muscles. Even his luxurious robes could not hide his physique beneath the cloth.
If Amira had not seen him, his overpowering and intimidating presence emitting through the walls would reveal his location, and those pheromones indicating who he was almost made her knees buckle and cave into this plan. Almost. But her hatred was like a deep cut, festering with infection. Nothing could change her mind.
Climbing the imperial staircase that opened out to the floor, a chandelier dangling from the high ceiling, Amira passed a few ladies and kept her eyes cast down. She dressed as a man and would not gain attention even if they cast her wary glances. She might need to improve her manners.
This wasn't her world, though. There was no point in learning etiquette for a moment that could change everything. Once Amira was done here, there was no need to remain with the nobility.
On this floor, there was a balcony above the one the king was on. Amira yanked the curtains across for privacy. Creeping forwards, she felt that intimidating aura again, one that made her want to kneel. Her wolf growled in her mind before whining.
Amira paused her hands on the balcony ledge. The scent of tobacco and leather permeated the air, encasing her into an unnatural comfortable, and relaxed feeling. It was like a safety net.
It shouldn’t distract her like it did, but here she was, pausing because she liked the salivating smell.
Get it together!
Amira’s wolf growled in response to her thoughts, but she also seemed excited. Of course, her wolf was eager to kill the tyrannical Alpha King, and the kingdom would rejoice. Amira sat on the ledge, focusing on the conversation below her than the smell that was making her mind hazy.
“You must go back in, Rhys,” a man sighed in exasperation. He must be close to the king to call him by his first name.
“Why? Most of them are nothing more than trembling idiots, and if they can manage to form a sentence, it is wasted flattery or parents throwing their daughters in my arms.” That had to be the king. His voice was deep, velvety and made Amira’s insides heat and cheeks flame from the sound of it.
Amira’s breath caught as her heart pounded against her ribcage, its beats resounding in her ears. Amira narrowed her eyes at her physical reaction to the werewolf below her. He was a tyrant. He was the thorn to this kingdom, a festering infection that must be dealt with.
“Speaking of which,” the first male began. “Jasmine was delivered to your chambers.”
Jasmine? Why did her stomach tighten from the idea of another woman waiting for the king in his chambers? The wolf growled inside her mind. Amira shook her head again, and another devious plan formed.
“Then I best go check why she is named the beauty of Shador,” the King replied arrogantly, his innuendo clear. It sickened Amira. The king was known for killing the women he slept with.
Parents utilised the king by ridding themselves of daughters they disliked. It sickened her. What she couldn't comprehend was why the kingdom of Shador, the realm of faerie, gifted one of their daughters to Alpha King Rhys.
Was war afoot? Did the king want to conquer the magical realm of faeries as well? Surely he was not that greedy for power or foolish?
Amira adjusted her position so she sat sideways on the ledge with only one leg dangling over the edge. That intoxicating scent surrounding the she-wolf kept her there longer than she should have been.
Move, Amira.
The king’s quarters. That was a better shot than taking on the king and then the mystery friend by his side. It was most likely his closest friend, Baltir. She was highly trained to fight multiple opponents, but even she would find trouble taking on the Alpha King AND his Beta.
“You have to at least greet the elders before vanishing from your own party,” the other man scolded him.
“Ah, those old goats. However would my life be without them..” The king's derisive tone faded away, accompanied by the receding sound of his footsteps. The patio door swung open, ushering in the lively ambience of music and conversation from the ball, until silence descended upon Amira.
The king's quarters it was. Amira would never make it close enough to the king without guards rushing to his rescue. She needed to be smart.
The balcony door behind her started to open, but Amira slipped into the shadows, falling to the floor below and hopping onto the grass before anyone could notice her. She memorised the palace blueprints and knew the location of one of the secret passageways.
It didn’t take her long to locate the king’s quarters. The corridors were quiet, but there were still guards situated on their posts. She slipped inside the secret passageway, one she suspected was used between kings and their lovers because there were only three entrances.
As she pressed against the intricately carved wolf statue on the fireplace in the library, the wall rumbled and shifted, revealing an entrance that Amira could slip through. The other entries were between the king’s bed chamber and one additional bed chamber.
Upon entering through what looked like the king’s wardrobe, which was an entire room, Amira removed the guard's uniform, relieved to be rid of it. Adorned in black leather attire with daggers holstered at her waist and concealed in various covert compartments, Amira embodied the image of a skilled assassin. Pausing at the door to the king's wardrobe, her senses attuned to the heightened heartbeat of another person close by. Alongside her rapid pulse, she detected the faint sound of soft sniffling of a woman crying.
Amira’s heart clenched. The woman in distress must be Jasmine. Amira weighed her options. She could either dispose of Jasmine, set her free, or incapacitate her.
Amira pulled up her black cloth covering her features until her mismatched eyes of emerald green and a violent ruby red.
Jasmine sat elegantly on the bed and stopped sniffling, now alerted to another’s presence. It surprised Amira. She did not know about the faerie kind. But she did know the king of Shador was cold-hearted. He had to be to send his child to the Alpha King.
“Who's there?!” The woman asked, her voice trembling.
Jasmine's voice, filled with fear and vulnerability, contradicted the image of a heartless faerie. She sounded like a scared girl sent to be slaughtered by a beast that would enjoy her virginity before dancing in her blood. Or so that was how the rumours went.
“Someone who wants to help.”
So much for knocking her out.
Jasmine jumped up, eyes wide as she stared at the intruder. Amira was struck for a moment by her beauty. She had long black hair similar to hers, but her skin was of a dark olive tone, eyes a soft blue like the calm waters of a lagoon.
She really would be wasted on such a bastard. A bastard that would be on his way here soon.
“I don’t want to be a part of-”
“I’m here to take your place,” Amira interjected, her voice filled with a comforting and reassuring tone, attempting to offer solace amid Jasmine's distress. She sauntered towards the faerie, cornering her like a cat playing with a mouse. “You can either use this time to escape and lead your own life or wait for another day to be violated.”
Jasmine shook her head in fear and desperation, instinctively stepping back. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, frantically searching for a weapon to defend herself. But there was nothing within close reach, and the distance between her and Amira was diminishing rapidly. In addition to the lack of weapons nearby, Jasmine's own attire—a revealing slip—left her without any means of self-defence.
It was highly doubtful that this faerie could fight. Jasmine was shaking like a leaf.
“You are not here to replace me.. I’m not stupid-”
“He has odd tastes. And I doubt you can put up with his.. sinister bedroom games.” Amira watched the girl shiver at her choice of words.
“He is in a foul mood tonight, and your life would most likely be the price in the end.”
Jasmine did not look convinced, but Amira was very persuasive. How could she not be when the faerie's life was in the balance. It was an easy decision, no matter the guilty conscience that initially made Jasmine decline her offer.
“Here.. Take my clothes. You cannot possibly leave looking like that,” Amira suggested with a slight smirk and took the dressing gown on the bed.
Amira kept her scarf around her neck and face, hiding her features from Jasmine. The fewer to see her distinct appearance, the better. The faerie exited through the secret passageway while Amira sat on the bed, almost impatiently waiting, removing the scarf and tapping her nail against her bare thigh. It might have been a little odd to wear boots with only her lingerie and bodice with a black sheer dressing gown, but she hoped the king would be too entranced by her eyes or almost bare cleavage to notice.
Footsteps outside alerted her to someone coming towards the king’s quarters. Amira’s heart began to race, and a bead of sweat trickled down the back of her neck. Her wolf was strangely anxious, whining in her mind. Quiet. Unlike her wolf, her heart pounded in anticipation.
Anything can happen.
The smell of tobacco and leather hit her before the door swung open, and a wave of overwhelming power filled the room. Alpha King Rhys, with his piercing blue eyes and commanding presence, stood in the doorway.
Xenos was executed within a week of returning to the palace. Amira was there but didn’t watch the execution after it reminded her of her fathers. The weight Amira had been carrying around lifted even at the expense of Zayyan’s father’s death. Zayyan wasn’t there to witness it due to the new position he held as the only leader of the rogues. Alpha Dashiell’s name was also cleared, and his name and pack reinstated, though there was none to accept it besides the last living pack member, Amira Desai, their Luna and Alpha Queen. The land that had been abandoned and weakened the kingdom since was given to the next Desai heir- Amira- who wanted to give it to Zayyan. Her cousin refused the offer and remained in the Wildlands, not wholly trusting the government or the rogues and remaining neutral within the ongoing politics. After Amira’s coronation and introduction to the kingdom as their new Queen, the rules were established for packs and rogues to coexist peacefully. Zayyan ensured his p
On the other side of everybody fighting and almost finishing their fight because of the lack of numbers or will to continue hurting and killing each other, Amira flung one of her blades at Xenos’ face.Xenos blocked with his metal-cuffed arm and grinned as it bounced off. “Cheap shot, Amira.” He jumped forward and kicked through her blocked arms and square in the chest. Air rushed out of her lungs while her body flew back; instead of falling to the ground, though, Amira pushed off with her hand and flipped back until she was on her feet once more. Amira dusted her shirt down casually. She was in her usual black assassin attire today, minus the mask and cloak, but her black leather corset was thicker, more like a layer of armour. That kick still hurt, though, and she knew there would be a bruise. “I didn’t think you still had any moves, Xenos,” she grinned, pulling two daggers from within her sleeves and prowling forward.“Watch it, kid,” Xenos warned, green eyes so similar to her fat
“Not a chance,” Xenos sneered and signalled for those behind him to attack. Amira’s eyes widened. She didn’t expect him to use them. Their numbers were so much lower than theirs.‘Well, should have expected that,’ Nisha commented.Frowning, Amira took a step in Xenos’ direction, but something flashed out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and blocked an air assault by none other than Nova. At the same time, Caz had attacked Rhys. “Shit,” Amira growled, glancing at her uncle, who began stepping backwards as his men charged forward. “I didn’t want this!”She didn’t want them fighting among themselves. Asking Xenos to fight was the perfect chance for her revenge and to stop what was now happening!“Sorry, Mira!” Nova attacked again, slicing her claws towards Amira’s face. But she was far too slow for Amira. “Is there a reason you are trying to kill me?” Amira asked in a bored tone as she blocked another strike from she-wolf and uppercut her chin. Nova stumbled backwards afte
At the Alpha King’s words, the rogues turned to face him. All were shocked to see Rhys there. Even those who didn’t know what he looked like could tell who he was from the power emanating from him. Some wanted to bow their heads in submission to him even though they were rogues.“I am Alpha King Rhys Quintrell,” Rhys announced. Some of his guards remained behind him, looking onward like they weren’t in enemy territory. “And this is not a trap. I do not have an army outside these doors nor wish to destroy you all. Amira is my mate. What she says is true. I want to improve our land, how people live, the system that cruelly acts against rogues…” Rhys walked forward, and the crowd, in their shock, surprisingly parted ways for him. Amira shared a glance with Zayyan when her mate walked past Caz, who pushed Nova from him and stepped towards the Alpha King. But another rogue held him back. Caz growled, trying to get out of his hold. Everyone knew about Caz and Amira’s past relationship. C
Amira hadn’t thought about the Wildlands since she’d been body-swapping with Rhys and stayed in the palace. Of course, she thought of the people, but she didn’t think ahead when she would return to the place she’d once called home. Now, some of her memories felt a little tarnished, a bit icky because of how she came to be with her uncle. Now, after a few days of travelling, they were almost in town. The building where the guild was located stood out the most compared to the other structures. Or perhaps it only stood out to Amira because it was where she grew up. Amira’s little party mainly were on horseback, except for a few who remained in their wolf form. They weren’t a large group. That would mean getting spotted quicker.They weren’t large, but everyone was a skilled fighter. Rhys was beside her as well, wearing his usual expensive outfits. She didn’t want him to dress down, not now when she needed to convince others that they were working together. That was the priority of the
The meeting was tenser than Amira had anticipated. Yet, through the mate bond, Amira could sense Rhys held no hatred towards Zayyan. After spending time in Amira’s body, he saw Zayyan as a close friend already, but her cousin had no idea about their body switching. To him, this had been the first time they’d officially met.Alpha Evander had also been extremely grumpy throughout their meeting. Once they came to a resolution, which didn’t take much, the hybrid was first to leave. Elixora would distribute to everyone, not just the rich, and the rebels who had overthrown Willowbrook would remain in charge under Zayyan’s care. Amira didn’t trust anyone else. Alpha Evander agreed that his pack would back off, but if there was any foul play, then they would step in and take it back. Although Evander was eager to leave and find his mate, he took the meeting seriously. It still involved his pack, and although he looked fierce and icy, the Alpha cared for his pack members. Not just his pack m
“Amira? What’s wrong?” His voice hardened, glancing behind her. “Come inside. We’ll talk there.”Amira nodded once and followed. “Zev, stay outside,” she ordered nonchalantly.“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Luna,” Zev replied, and his words made her freeze. Zayyan stopped walking, and he looked over his shoulder at her wide-eyed.“Luna?”Amira cocked an eyebrow. “Like I said. Much to discuss. Sure thing, Zev. Come in. But everyone else stays outside.” She’d prefer Bash, but this would put Zev’s trustworthiness to the test. Would he tell others what was discussed between Amira and Zayyan before the meeting?The door closed behind them, and Amira went straight to the sofa, eyes flicking across the room as was her usual routine in any room. Zev did the same, but he was her guard. Flopping down on the sofa, Amira waited for Zayyan to join her. She felt impatient, needing to know if he had been deceiving her, yet at the same time, she wanted to keep this comforting illusion up a while longer
Slamming the journal shut, Amira glanced at the door after Beta Baltir announced Zayyan’s arrival at the palace through a mind link. Her mind still spun with the information she just learned from the journal. It had everything, every little detail about what happened. The later entries revealed the King’s regret and his attempts to find Amira to give her the life that was taken away from her. Theon knew this would never make up for his rash decisions, the loss of the lives of his closest friend and a powerful pack that guarded the kingdom well. But he couldn’t let his friend’s daughter die on the streets. Obviously, Amira was never caught. She thought everyone was out to kill her and remained well-hidden until she made it to the rebels. ‘Where is Zayyan?’ Amira mind linked the Beta back, rage swarming her chest and tightening her stomach until it felt sick. ‘Where is my cousin?’ she almost spat. Her claws started growing, and she had to breathe slowly to return them to normal. ‘He
The moment Rhys felt pain shoot through the bond, he left the old goats to their fighting and sprinted in his mate’s direction. Amira was injured?! And inside the palace where she should be safe!The pack mind link was loud, the urgency in his pack member’s voices cutting straight through his mind. They knew Amira had been attacked? He hadn’t crowned her yet; how did they know they had a Luna and Queen? Obviously, they’d met her at the banquet, but he hadn’t officially introduced her as such yet. No, something happened earlier. Rhys remembered this mechanism that seemed to click into place. A tension that nobody had been aware of within the pack faded away, and now he knew it was because Amira had joined them. They knew their Queen had arrived and were rushing to her side.He’d entered the library to discover Amira fought an assassin and was interrogating him, not at all bothered by the state of her right side. Blood was seeping through the side of her torso. For a brief moment, Rhys
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