For years, Alpha Lucas taunted and was cruel to Clara, making her feel so less of herself. As a result of this, she became weak, and there was nothing she could do to go against the powerful Alpha who liked making her life a living hell. Eventually, Clara escaped and fell off a cliff. She was presumed dead by Lucan, but she survived. Five years later, Clara returned. A string a fierce Omega, she wasn't the timid lady he once knew, and she is determined to seek her revenge. To make Lucas pay for the things he had done to her. However, fate has other plans for her. A revelation comes into play and she finds out that she is tied to Lucas by a made bond, making their destinies become one. Clara struggles to reconcile her hatred for Lucas, she begins to develop feelings for the man she never thought she would whenever he is so close to her. Can Clara truly hate the man who once made her life a living hell knowing that her heart is now bound to his?
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"I told you to stop trying to escape," he growled, his deep voice making me shiver . I struggled to control my fear, tears rolling down my cheeks as my body shook vigorously. I remained on all fours, too scared to lift my head and make eye contact with him. "I... I... I... I am... so... sorry," I stammered, my body shuddering. He rose from his chair and casually walked towards me, bending down close to my level. Him being this close to me terrified me the most. I didn't want him this close; he was a sadistic psychopath who did whatever he pleased with me. Sometimes he cared for me, and other times he put me through so much hell I couldn't endure it. "Raise your head, Clara," he commanded. I didn't want to, but I knew he hated repeating himself. Disobedience would only lead to more punishment. With shaking hands and a shaking head, I slowly lifted my eyes to meet his eyes, trying my best to control my fear as he smiled slightly, looking at me. He reached for my hair, tugging it behind my ear as he gently wiped away my tears with his thumb. "I do not enjoy hurting you, but now that you have disobeyed me once again, you have to be punished," he said. That word made me break into a full sob as I shook my head panicking, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Please, no more punishment," I begged, my voice breaking. "I can't take any more punishment, so please, no more." He simply stared at me, his expression as cold as ever. "If you do not want to be punished, then you shouldn't have tried to run away from me," he said, his eyes on me. He gently brought his thumb from wiping my tears down to my lips, parting them slowly. His touch was soft, almost tender, but his eyes remained hard and cold. He leaned down, his breath warm against my skin, and placed a small, deadly kiss on my lips. He broke the kiss and rose to his feet, and it was then I knew I was doomed. "Get naked," he commanded. I immediately shook my head in refusal while pleading. Just then, Delores, one of his mistresses who despises me and always finds ways to make my life a living hell, walked into the room. Her eyes stayed on me with a sinister smile as she crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. She then shifted her attention back to the Alpha, who sat comfortably in his chair, watching me with a cold, scary gaze. His fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, a sign of his growing impatience.. I was sold into slavery by my stepmother when I was young. I worked as a handmaiden for a princess in a smaller pack until Alpha Lucas met me and discovered we were mates. Instead of rejecting me because I was merely an omega and he was an alpha, he claimed me as his mate. Since then, I have been his mistress, and his obsession with me managed to reach new levels day by day. She strolled towards him, swaying her hips left and right as she rubbed her hands all over his chest in an attempt to seduce him. However, his eyes remained on me, clearly ignoring her entire existence. She tried to kiss him, but he immediately lifted his hand to stop her, shooting a glare that made her flinch, the confidence she had on just seconds ago immediately turning into fear. "The next time you try that, I will cut you to pieces and feed you to the rogues," he threatened. The worst part was that it wasn't just a threat; it was something he could certainly do. "Put my cock in your mouth. That is all I want from you," he said coldly. The alpha doesn't kiss his other mistresses, or any other women for that matter except me, the reason for that, I do not know, and I certainly do not want to find out. "You know I hate repeating myself, Clara." He said. With that, I immediately sprang to my feet, tears streaming down my face as I wondered what plans he had for me at that very moment. My fear was growing, and my hands were shaking as I struggled to control my emotions. Thinking about what he might do next was terrifying, to say the least. Delores immediately fell to her knees, the sounds of his belts unlocking echoing through the room as I stood there naked in front of him. His eyes roamed over my body for a moment before he said, "Get into that." He directed his eyes towards the bathtub, filled with water and ice. I looked at him, shaking my head as tears began to flow. It was winter, and soaking myself in that icy water was essentially a death sentence. "Plea…please. I will stop trying to escape. I will stay with you forever," I begged, my voice choking with tears. "Get inside," he commanded in his usual low tone. Tears continued to roll down my face. By this time, Delores already had his cock in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. He watched me with no expression, showing no emotion as he observed my suffering. At this rate, I was certain I was going to die. Slowly and hesitantly, I walked towards the bathtub, his eyes never leaving me. As I dipped my foot into the icy water, the cold shot through my body, and the thought of the frostbite I was going to get from this filled me with fear. His obsession with me was definitely going to be the end of me. I stepped into the bath, the icy water biting at my skin as I sank into it. The sound of ice cracking under the pressure of my body filled the room. Alpha Lucas’s face had a satisfied smile as he declared, “You’ll be in there until she makes me cum from this.”Ryker’s POVI looked up at him. “You’ll keep them safe?”“With my life.”“And you’ll come back?”His jaw flexed. “Only if you command it.”“I do,” I whispered.He touched my fingers—just once—then disappeared into the dark.By morning, they were gone.And I stood alone again.But not as prey.As Queen.And in the silence before the storm, I prayed not for mercy—but for the strength to burn.The hours after they left passed like ghosts—silent, watchful, always at my back.I should’ve slept. I didn’t.Instead, I paced the length of the war room until the candles guttered low and the wind howled outside the stained-glass windows like the dead were whispering.Kira found me at dawn.“You’ve already memorized every line of those maps, Clara,” she said, arms folded as she leaned against the archway.“I’m not looking at the maps,” I murmured. “I’m watching the pieces move.”She walked to the table, her steps as soundless as a shadow. “You know they might not come back.”I met her eyes. “I know.”And it tore at
Clava Pov“The Riders returned while the court was assembling,” she said, voice pitched low. “They found sigils carved into the stones around the ravine. Old runes. Blood magic. Dorian’s not working alone.”I clenched my hands.Rogues were one thing. Rebels another.But blood magic? That was a line even the most desperate packs didn’t cross—unless they’d already given up their humanity.“Where’s the transcript?” I asked.Sora passed me a scroll, hastily copied. The runes were crude but unmistakable—words not spoken aloud in decades. Bind. Devour. Rend.He wasn’t summoning allies.He was building an army.“Aether-born magic,” Ryker said quietly. “Forbidden.”“No,” I whispered. “Forgotten. Buried by the Elders when they realized it couldn’t be controlled. But Dorian…” I looked up. “He was always more obsessed with control than victory.”A silence fell. Heavy. Knowing.If he truly tapped into the ancient magics, he wasn’t just preparing for war.He was preparing to remake the world.A sharp knock ech
Clara’s POV A heavy silence stretched between us.“Elia, if you know something_“I know that the Council underestimates you. I know Lucas underestimated you. But Dorian?” Her voice dipped. “He never did. He always saw what you were becoming. That’s what terrifies me most.”I clenched the feather tighter. “Then he’s coming not to destroy me—but to use me.”“To twist you,” she corrected. “Or worse, to force your hand.”That idea sat heavy in my gut.Because there were still things I hadn’t told Ryker. Still truths I hadn’t faced myself. About my past with Dorian. About the deal I almost made with him once… back when I was still caged, still begging for someone to see me.Before I learned to see myself. “Elia,” I said, voice low, “if there’s a single noble left who’s pledged to Dorian, I want their name. Their house. Their bloodline. I want them watched.”She nodded. “And if he calls for you?”My answer came without hesitation.“Then I’ll answer. But not as his weapon. As his reckoning.”She left
Clara’s POVRyker was waiting by the fire, one hand cradling a crystal glass, the other tucked behind his back like a general surveying his battlefield. He looked up as I entered, and the tension in his shoulders eased, just slightly.“You didn’t throw him off the cliff,” he murmured, amused.“Tempting,” I said, taking the glass from his hand and sipping. “But I prefer my victories slow. Measured. I want him to watch the world move on without him.”Ryker smiled, but there was something darker underneath it—pride laced with something deeper. “You command a room better than any alpha I’ve known.”“That’s because I had to learn how to command silence first,” I said. “And once you master silence, the rest follows.”He studied me, more serious now. “They’ll try to discredit you. The council. The nobles. Even your own blood.”“I know,” I said, setting the glass down. “Let them. I’m not here to be liked. I’m here to lead.”He stepped closer, voice dropping to something intimate. “And if they try to
Clara’s POV He didn’t ask what Lucas had said—he didn’t need to. The tension rolling off my shoulders, the fire burning brighter in my eyes, told him enough.He handed me the goblet without a word. I took a sip.“Did it hurt him?” he asked eventually, voice low, amused.I glanced over my shoulder. Lucas stood rooted beneath the hearth arch, alone amidst a sea of power players and polished smiles. But he wasn’t really alone. He was caged by his past. By me.“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Like poison beneath the skin.”Ryker chuckled, sipping his own wine. “Good. Let him rot in it.”We stood there together, not as lovers, but as conspirators. A king who wanted the crown and a queen who wanted vengeance. A pact forged not from affection, but necessity.“Clara,” Ryker said, tilting his head toward the far corridor, where the war council chamber lay hidden beyond the ceremonial doors. “They’ll expect us soon. The elders want to discuss succession.”I nodded. “Let them.”As we moved, a hush fell over the h
Clara’s POVThe gates of Blackmoor Castle loomed ahead—tall, cold, and iron-forged. Just like the man who ruled behind them.Lucas.Even the name tasted bitter on my tongue.The carriage slowed, wheels crunching against the gravel as my fingers tightened on the folds of my gown. I wore black—not for mourning, but for war. Silk draped over my frame like armor, the neckline sharp, the sleeves clawed. The sapphire pendant nestled above my chest, a gift from Ryker, glinted in the sunlight like a warning.Sora leaned in from across the cabin. “You’re trembling.”“No,” I said flatly, staring ahead. “I’m alive.”She didn’t argue. She knew better. I had been many things in my past—omega, mate, prisoner. But today? I was the storm.The moment the footman opened the carriage door, I stepped out and into the lion’s den.Eyes turned immediately. Gasps. Murmurs. The court, draped in silver and obsidian for the memorial, had not expected this. Not me. My presence was a blade across silk, jarring and unmiss
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