Xeros Romanov. The last Lycan alive and the Alpha king of all werewolves. Fated to be without a mate for all of eternity. He was terrifyingly cruel and vicious and ruled his people with an iron fist. That all seems to change when he sets his sight on sweet and innocent Cassie, The cursed daughter of an Alpha of a distant pack. He had the world in his grasp but somehow the sweet and untainted girl would become his world.
Lihat lebih banyakCASSIOPEIA NYX
My hands shook as i rested against the wall of the grimy and dirty cell that i called home. The solid structure of the wall against my back gave me more support than i had ever felt in my entire life. The sad life of being born a cursed one. Incessant squeaking from the edge of the cell resounded in the quiet and vast room, making me feel so small as i huddled into myself, My dark hair falling over my face as i rested my head on my knees. We were two to be executed. The first was Erica, She had found out her husband disregaded their mate bond and mated with another female so she injected silver into his blood stream and killed him. Just like me she was quiet, not a sound could be heard from her cell. Although my fingers trembled, my palms were clammy and my head dizzy from imagining the feeling of death, i looked foward to it and so did she. The time came just as light began to seep through the tiny window at the top corner of the cell. The rusted chains wrapped around my wrists and ankles jingled as I shook the dust and dirt off my palms. If i had a last wish. I would probably wish to see my mother and tell her i was sorry. The door to the cell swings open almost sweeping off its hinges. The cold glare of Delta Raymond harshens even more as his eyes fall on my marred face. He grunts a command out and detaches my chains from their resting place. I knew better not to resist and followed eagerly as he walked out . The instantaneous spark as the morning sun hits my skin for the first time in months and it felt like paradise. I must have been lost for minutes for when I came back to my senses, A stoic and trembling female stood beside me, clad in the drab and dreary garment I was adorned with. " I'm innocent, I didn't kill anyone that didnt deserve to die " She screamed at the warriors that surrounded us. Her audacious statements were met with the warrior's bootheel and she crumpled like a thin layer of glass unto the floor, Her ungracious fall piqued the interest of numerous warriors as her fair and round bottom peeked out from under the dreary garment. The bright contrast of her milky skin against the dirt covered floor was undoubtedly evident. "Should've just kept your mouth shut like your fellow mutt over there". I could feel the vibrations of the cart in the very sole of my feet as we steadily rode through thepack. The wind frizzled through my hair and my skin basked in the warmth of the sun, despite the cangue around my neck and the incessant jingling of chains, this was the most fulfilled I had felt in years. Erica lay still like a log of wood beside me as the jostle 0f the carriage shook her about, it seemed that it was only this moment that realisation began to settle on her. According to pack laws, anyone convicted of murder was to be burnt alive. The law was set in place by the Great Alpha King and i heard he would be attending. Ofcourse my father was quick to use this opportunity to curry favor with him as he thought maybe they could bond over the screams and torture. Great Minds think alike. Finally. Hundreds of commonfolk stood around the pyre at the town square, patiently waiting for their lambs to arrive. The crowd parted as we trotted through, they grew painstakingly to an ensemble chanting and grunting all kinds of crude remarks. A familiar bootheel brought Erica back to life and for a millisecond, relief passed through her eyes as she took in her surroundings, gasping heavily. Her relief was snuffed out just as fast as it came as her eyes darted comically from my expressionless face to the glaring snare on the warrior's face , the looming pyre a few feet away and finally to the enraged and scorned crowd. Fear and tears fill her brown eyes as the guards grab her underarms and haul her out of the cart. They toss her unto the floor and make moves to do the same to me but I was already up on my own and making my way out of the cart. My knees buckle as I trot through the pathway. A sharp blow to the leg brings me straight to the ground right infront of the podium. I merely watched as Erica was dragged to the pyre, Her beautiful brown eyes searched around helplessly for a savior that didn't exist. Despite trying to put up a fight, she was no match for even the weakest warrior and was soon strapped to the pyre, She trembled like a leaf as she watched helplessly as the town folk cheered the warriors on. The dull pain in my head increased sligthly as my heart became heavy. "p..please", Her voice was just as heavy as a mountain, weighed by tons of fear and despair yet as smooth as a river. "Have mercy" The flames begun like a sweet old slow dance increasing its tempo voraciously, dancing to the gut wrenching screams of its canvass and the excited cheers of the crowd. It seemed the more the crowd chanted the more the flames increased, Her eyes were boring straight into my soul, eyes that spoke of unfathomable torment and her mouth was stuck in a wordless scream as the flames lapped greedily at her hair, skin, face and arms. It wasn't long until her screams died down leaving in its wake the subdued fragments of a once exuberant form of life. My fearless façade crumbled a bit as I watched them gather her ashes into an earthenware pot. Soon enough I had taken her place - strapped to the pyre. The metal chains burned slightly as Raymond wrapped them around my neck -rather forcefully, The sharp pain was like an appetizer, giving me a little taste of what was to come. My heart thrummed violently in my chest as I watched the surrounding warriors place some more wood into the pyre. This was it. The end I had been waiting for was finally coming. My eyes forced to a close as he grabbed a kindling and tossed it unto the pile of wood under the pyre. Smoke came first warning me of the racing pain. My toes curled as my whole body trembled and I waited for the pain to settle in. There was pain allright. But not the infinte and torturous pain i had expected it to be. i didnt feel my life force draining out of me instead the pain i felt made me fully aware of my existance as my head and my heart beat so healthily, my blood circulating with unsupressbale force. I could literally feel my head cracking open. My breath came out in pants as i tried to blink the pain away. Make it stop..... The pain started to recede a little giving me a short-lived breather. Tiny dot like stars fill my vision as I try to pry my eyes open, It was only then that I noticed the ghoulish figure before me, through blurry eyes, I tried to make out what it was. A smile blossomed on my face as I saw the light slowly fade from the sky, a flash of ocean and then total darkness. And just as my consciousness faded, a single thought kept ringing in my head. The flash of ocean was the glaring and haunting eyes of a man.Xeros Romanov The kiss wasn’t gentle—it was a collision. Teeth clashed, mouths parted, breath stolen. I didn’t coax her in; I dragged her, pulling her into me like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could keep me alive.And she met me there.Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pulling me closer with a force that left no space between us. She kissed me back with the same fever burning in her skin, every rough pull of my mouth answered by hers.Cold water surged around us, sloshing against porcelain, but it was nothing. The faint clink of ice vanished beneath the rush of our breathing—harsh, tangled, greedy.My hand found the back of her neck, holding her to me, deepening the kiss until she shivered. I didn’t know if it was the cold or the hunger. Either way, it undid me.When I tore my mouth from hers, it was only to breathe her in. Her lips were swollen, eyes dark and wide. My thumb traced her jaw, slow, claiming.“Tell me to stop,” I rasped, the words breaking low from
Xeros RomanovI had driven the knife in myself.The words still rang in my skull like a curse I couldn’t undo—"You can’t handle it". I had spent the last hour telling myself it was mercy. Telling myself it was restraint.But as I sat hunched at my desk, fists pressed into my temples, the truth gnawed at me—I’d said it because I was afraid. Afraid that if I touched her while the heat was crawling like wildfire through my veins, I wouldn’t stop. That I would take and take everything until there was nothing left of her but my scent and my ruin.The shame burned deeper than the hunger.My chest was tight, every muscle wound taut as the heat pressed against my control, whispering for me to go to her. To find her. To claim her until I forgot the years of cold, empty silence that had been my life before her.I couldn’t do this anymore. The door burst open, cutting right through my thoughts and a stupid part of me desperately hoped it was her.It wasn’t.Rory stood there, panting, panic i
Cassiopeia Nyx"You can’t handle it."My heart constricted painfully in my chest as I leaned against the wooden door of his office. I wanted to run back into the room and implore him to tell me he didn't mean what he said, but the way he enunciated it, without hesitation… it made me believe that he really meant it.I had assumed that he didn't care that I wasn't strong enough, that his love for me had absolved me from all guilt, but now I see that wasn’t the case. It took a lot for him to slip up and show his true feelings.I thought I knew pain. I thought I had endured everything that could be thrown at me. But this? This felt different.It wasn’t physical, like the scars that marred my skin. It wasn’t something I could fight with persistence or defiance. It was deeper, more personal—a wound to the very core of who I was.I could handle him.But he didn’t believe that.Fuck. Even I didn't believe it. I was trying so hard to be strong, and his support made everything feel easier, but
Xeros RomanovThe moment she nestled into my arms, everything unraveled. The heat of her body, the soft tremble of her fingers as they wrapped around my torso, the scent of her filling my senses—it all became too much. Cassiopeia. My mate.My queen.Immediately, I recognized Nox's desire. I tried to run away, to put some distance between us, but it was futile. She was a force I couldn’t resist, pulling me in, tearing apart every shred of resolve I had left. And now, she was here, standing in front of me, despite me telling her to stay away... looking up with those eyes—filled with longing, trust, and something else… something dangerous.Desire.I could feel the heat radiating off her, searing my skin as if it were my own. My wolf, the primal force within me, roared in approval, clawing at the edges of my mind, desperate to claim what was ours. To mark her, to bind her to me in every way.But I couldn’t.The images flashed through my mind, unbidden and relentless—the scars that marred h
Cassiopeia NyxSomething was wrong.Not with Xeros—but with me.An unusual burning sensation spread through my entire body, starting from my lower abdomen. It was beyond what words could describe. It spread like a raging prairie fire, doubling in intensity with every wave of the wind and every second I remained still, threatening to swallow me whole. I could barely think straight as I watched the elders file out of the meeting hall, still whispering amongst themselves about Xeros's sudden and urgent disappearance.At the thought of him, my body began to ache even more. Hera growled ferociously from her position at the back of my mind. It was more feral than anything she had ever expressed to me, even when she tried to take over my body. The more she growled and pushed at me, the more the pain increased.My knees shook as I pushed myself up from the seat, beads of perspiration trickling down my chest and stomach.Where was Xeros?A groan tumbled from my lips as I forced myself to my fe
Cassiopeia Nyx"Who could be so daring to attempt an attack on the king's private quarters" Elder Yousef asked, his dark face marred with worry lines, Whispers floated all through the large space of the meeting room. They looked apprehensive, this was the first time someone had brazenly attempted an attack on the king's private quarters.Xeros and i remained quiet as we watched them mull over the information we just shared, there was nothing more to say, Xeros was unconcerned but i seemed to drift towards the worried questions the elders seemed to throw at one another.Who could it be? What made them so fearless? Could it be an uprising?The more they spoke the more my anxiety levels spiked. Xeros's grip around my wrist was firm and comforting but he was distracted, his calloused thumb circled around the soft skin of my wrist. I didn't know what exactly had consumed his thoughts. His eyes were focused on me but they were dazed."Xeros" i whispered, shifting in my seat beside him. He b
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