MasukElixir’s POV
"You have to eat something," Soren said, his voice calm but firm, like he was talking to a stubborn child. He gestured to the plate of food he’d placed on the bedside table earlier. "You’ve been through a lot. You’ll need your strength."
I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the food but unable to stomach the thought of eating. My throat felt tight, my chest hollow. Everything that had happened was too much, too fast.
Three men.. no, three Alpha's had taken me from the woods and brought me here, claiming I was part of some prophecy. It sounded ridiculous, like something out of a bad story, and yet… my body still ached from the transformation I couldn’t explain. The symbol, their words, the way my very essence had responded, it was all too real.
"Who even are you people?" I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse.
The dark-haired one with an air of authority that made the room feel ten degrees colder, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze piercing. "I’m Lucian. This is Soren, and over there is Ewen." He nodded toward the other two men.
Soren gave me a small, almost reassuring smile. Ewen just stared, his calm demeanor somehow more unnerving than Lucian’s intensity.
"Why did you take me?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. "I didn’t ask for this. Whatever this is."
Lucian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "We didn’t take you for fun, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re here because you’re the chosen one."
"The chosen one?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. "You can’t be serious."
Soren exchanged a glance with Ewen before stepping closer to the bed. "It’s not a joke. There’s a prophecy, passed down through generations. It speaks of a queen who will unite the divided packs and bring peace to our kind. Without her, there will only be chaos and bloodshed."
I let out a hollow laugh, the sound foreign to my ears. "And you think that’s me? Look at me! I’m nothing but a half-breed. I don’t belong to your kind or the humans. I’m cursed, abandoned by my own people and left to rot in the woods. How the hell could I be anyone’s queen?"
The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and jagged. My stepmother’s face flashed in my mind, her disgusted sneer as she stood before the council, condemning me as a monster. My stepsister’s triumphant smirk as the flames licked at my skin.
Lucian’s gaze softened, but his voice remained firm. "You may see yourself as a curse, but the prophecy doesn’t lie. You’ve already proven it, your reaction to the symbol. No one else could have survived such painful transformation."
"I didn’t survive," I shot back, my voice trembling. "I broke. I became something else, something cursed."
"Enough," Ewen said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, his calm tone carrying a weight that demanded attention. "We’re not here to argue about what you think you are. The fact remains, you’re here now. You’re part of this, whether you like it or not."
I flinched at his words, my stomach twisting into knots.
"Why would you want me as your queen anyway?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t even protect myself. You saw how easily those rogues overpowered me."
Lucian stepped closer, his towering presence making the air feel heavier. "You’ll have us to protect you. To guide you. You’re not in this alone."
"And what’s the catch?" I asked bitterly. "There’s always a catch."
Soren’s expression softened, and he knelt beside the bed, meeting my eyes. "The prophecy doesn’t just say you’ll unite the packs. It also says you’ll be bonded to three Alpha's, our fates are tied to yours. We’re your mates, Elixir."
The air was sucked from the room. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin cold as ice. "What?"
Lucian folded his arms, his face unreadable. "You heard him. You’re destined to be ours. All three of us."
I shook my head, backing away until my back hit the headboard. "No. No way. That’s insane. You can’t just… claim me like that."
Ewen sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We’re not asking you to decide right now. But you need to think about it. This isn’t just about you, or us. It’s about everyone, the packs, the prophecy, the future."
Soren placed a hand on my knee, his touch surprisingly gentle. "We’ll give you time to process this. We don’t want to force you into anything."
I stared at them, my mind racing. They didn’t understand. How could they? They saw a prophecy, a queen, a savior. All I saw was a scared, broken girl who didn’t belong anywhere.
"We’ll leave you to rest," Soren said softly, standing and motioning for the others to follow.
Lucian hesitated, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turned and walked toward the door. Ewen was the last to leave, pausing to glance back at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
When the door clicked shut, the silence was deafening.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts churned. “Queen. Mate. Prophecy” It all sounded so grand, so impossible.
But the weight of their words lingered. If it was true, if I really was the chosen one, what did that mean for me? For them?
I curled up under the blanket, my body trembling as exhaustion pulled at me. Despite my racing mind, sleep eventually claimed me.
The dream came swiftly, vivid and overwhelming.
I stood in a clearing bathed in silver light, the full moon hanging low in the sky. The air shimmered with energy, and a figure emerged from the shadows, ethereal, otherworldly, with eyes that seemed to pierce my very soul.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice small.
The figure smiled, a serene and knowing expression. "I am Selene, the messenger of the Moon Goddess."
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
"You are stronger than you believe, Elixir," Selene said, her voice like a melody. "You were not abandoned; you were chosen. Your pain, your struggles, they have shaped you for the path ahead."
"I’m not strong," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I’m broken. I don’t belong anywhere."
Selene stepped closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. The touch sent warmth coursing through me, soothing and invigorating all at once.
"You belong here" she said firmly. "You are destined to save them, to save yourself. Embrace your fate, Elixir. Accept the bond. Unite the packs. You are the light in the darkness."
The world around me began to fade, her words echoing in my mind.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding, her voice still ringing in my ears.
"Accept the bond," I whispered to the empty room, the weight of her message sinking in.
The question that had hauntedme since the beginning lingered in the air.
“Could I really be what they needed me to be?”
Ewen’s POVI’ll admit I underestimated the Order once. Twice even. But never did I expect them to weaponize consequence.Elixir walked into midnight’s hollow with fire arcing across her fingers like living questions, and when I followed cautiously behind, the unchanged air asked everything I didn’t want to hear.Ash-Elixir waited. Not in shadows. Not in threat. She stood under a black banner stitched with silver runes—among wolves that no longer breathed.My oath tightened in my chest. That banner wasn’t a challenge. It was an invitation.They spoke in hushed tones, wolves kneeling, hands extended to a crown ash would carve.Elixir faced them alone, flame in her palms and the weight of fate behind her.I believed we could still turn this. Reinforce memory. Remind them why scars mattered more than ease.The moment the first kneeling hand rose, I saw betrayal. Not fear. Not respect. Just relief.Lucian wasn’t there. He still hung inside the ruin’s echo six nights later. They hadn’t retu
Lucian’s POVI was already awake when the hood was ripped off my head.The chamber stank of damp stone and something older—something wrong. My eyes adjusted slowly. Pale torchlight flickered against carvings I couldn’t translate, symbols that looked like wounds carved into the walls. Chains clinked behind me. Not mine. Someone else was here.But I didn’t speak.Not yet.Silence, I’d learned, could wound deeper than words.“You’re quieter than I expected, Alpha.”The voice came from the shadows, a figure cloaked in ash-colored silk, face hidden by a silver veil. “Or is that fear choking your throat?”I shifted my weight subtly, testing the shackles. Bone-forged. Faintly humming with magic. Elixir’s fire might’ve broken them—but I wasn’t Elixir. I was only the weapon she trusted not to miss.“I don’t speak to ghosts,” I said.The figure chuckled, and stepped forward. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not dead.”I recognized her now.Not by her features—Ash-Elixir wore Elixir’s face like a sto
Soren’s POVI’ve watched blood spill. I’ve seen men become monsters and monsters beg like men. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for the moment I saw Elixir float above the altar, eyes wide with celestial fire and pain tangled in her scream. She didn’t glow. She seared.And when she dropped, silent and trembling, the world tilted.Lucian hadn’t returned from his patrol. We thought he was delayed, distracted, maybe scouting the riverline. But I knew better. He was never late. Never careless.He was taken.Ewen was the first to admit it aloud. “The Order’s pushing harder. They want her distracted. Breaking apart her mind from the inside, and now—us.”He didn’t say Lucian’s name. He didn’t need to. The air choked with it.Maelis began warding the perimeter twice a night. Elixir refused sleep. And every time she closed her eyes, her face twisted—like Ash-Elixir clawed at the edges of her dreams.“Something’s changed,” I told Ewen as we walked the north tree line. “She doesn’t just see her n
Lucian's POVWaking up wasn’t the hard part. Remembering who I was—that was.I opened my eyes to darkness, and not the kind that belonged to night. This was silence given shape, humming just beneath the skin like it wanted to become something. The ceiling above me pulsed. Not visibly. Just enough that I knew it breathed.Not a prison. Not quite.Chains didn’t hold me. I held myself.My memories came back in pieces. The scouting ridge. The flicker of movement. A woman’s voice without lips. Then sleep.No. Not sleep. Something deeper.Elixir. That name held shape. Weight. It anchored me. I grabbed hold of it like it was the only real thing.The Order hadn’t tortured me. Not in ways flesh understands. They whispered dreams into my veins. Rewrote truths. Offered me a world without burden.They let Ash-Elixir sit beside me. Look like her. Sound like her. And she asked me questions not even Elixir dared.“Do you still love her?”I lied the first time. Told her yes with conviction. But it wa
Soren’s POVShe didn’t speak.Not when she stepped through the veil. Not when her eyes met Elixir’s. Not even when half the pack inhaled like they'd seen a goddess rise from smoke and shattered memory.And that silence screamed louder than war drums.I could feel her in my marrow—Ash-Elixir. That’s what I’d started calling her in my mind. A whisper of the real one, made of ambition and burn, not fire and choice. This wasn’t a copy. This was what Elixir could’ve become if she’d embraced the throne Virex left behind without question.She didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Just stood at the Grove’s edge like the trees had knelt to let her pass.Ewen flinched beside me. Not visibly. Not enough for anyone to notice. But I saw the twitch in his wrist, the flex of his jaw.He felt it too.The wrongness.Not evil. That would’ve been easier. This was something else.Familiarity, bent sideways.Lucian’s blade gleamed under the twilight. My own hand hovered over my runes, waiting for a sign. Any sign
Elixir’s POVThe raven dissolved into ash before my eyesBut the scroll in my hand remainedLight as paperHeavy as prophecyShe has not been buried. She has been crowned.It wasn’t a threatIt was a declarationAnd it didn’t come from VirexIt came from herThe one behind the veilThe one who hadn’t died in grief, or broken in silenceThe one who didn’t choose mercy when she was madeLucian stared at the scroll, jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crackSoren stood at my side, fingers twitching against the hilt of a blade carved from bone—not out of fear, but preparationEwen said nothingBut his eyes had narrowed the moment the raven appeared, like he’d known something we hadn’tAnd now the knowing had arrivedI walked back toward the altar, running my thumb along the scar burned into the stone“Not all reflections want to be healed,” I said. “Some are made to punish.”Lucian stepped beside me. “Is she another fragment?”I shook my head. “No. She’s a possibility. One I n







