Clara's POV
The pack had the best trackers; they could smell me from miles away. I had to keep running, no matter how desperate the situation felt.My baby—I had to do everything I could to protect it, even if it meant dying in the attempt. Anything was better than letting this innocent life be born into a cruel world where its psychotic father would kill it without a second thought. I ran through the woods, not daring to look back, branches scratching against my skin as I sprinted as fast as my legs could carry me.The howls of the wolves grew louder, closer, signaling that they were catching up. Adrenaline surged through me, pushing me to run faster despite the fact that I was already getting tired. The growling of wolves behind me pushed me to keep going forward, I just wanted to escape by all means.I pushed through the thick forest, my legs aching from the rough terrain, until I had to stop abruptly, my heart beating very fast. Before me was a cliff, and below it, a big ocean stretched out. I didn't recognize this place—had I taken a wrong turn? A cliff.I turned around to find another direction, only to jump in fear as five huge wolves appeared from the thick jungle behind me. They snarled at me as if waiting for the next second to lunge and tear me into pieces. I wondered if that would be the next punishment Alpha Lucas would give to me if I got caught. I slowly backed away, feeling trapped between the wolves and the cliff. Then, Alpha Lucas appeared, his usual cold expression on his face. Seeing him there, knowing he had come out himself to catch me with the other wolves, filled me with fear. I was doomed; he would make me suffer unimaginable pain if I go back with him."Why do you keep doing this, Clara?" Lucas asked calmly, though I knew countless punishments were running through his mind. "I told you I hate punishing you, but when you do things like this..." He trailed off, simply staring at me.I glanced at the cliff behind me, then back at him. He stood there, the wolves beside him growling, ready to attack or drag me back home. It was a full moon, and they were at their strongest. Even if I tried to escape to the left, they would catch me within seconds, probably tearing me apart."Please, Alpha," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "Please let me go. I don't want to be with you anymore. I want to leave." I didn't know how else to plead or what more to say. I just wanted to run away, as far as possible, and never look back."Your only escape from me is death, Clara," he said, his eyes locked on mine, cold and emotionless. "And you know I won't let you die, no matter what." His voice was calm, and that made it even more terrifying. This guy was a psychopath. He was sick and he needed help!Alpha Lucas rarely showed any emotion, which only made him more frightening. You could never tell if he was angry, upset, or pleased; it was always the same blank expression, hiding whatever evil thoughts lurked in his mind. Everyone feared him, not just me. There was a reason his pack was the most powerful—because they had a leader ruthless enough to kill anyone he considered a threat.I glanced back at the cliff, my eyes filled with tears, my body trembling. I looked at him again, my voice shaking as I asked, "You are never going to let me go, are you?"Well, I was expecting him to say something that would make me think twice if what I was doing. Somethim that would make me rescind my decision and maybe go back home with him, just to see how things turned out. Couldn't he see the reasons why I was running away from him? Could he not decipher my frustration? He stared at me coldly, silent for a moment before finally speaking."Even if you go to the deepest part of hell, Clara, I will find you," he said, and my heart immediately dropped. I took a step back, realizing there was no escape and knowing what I had to do. I nodded, taking a deep breath, tears falling uncontrollably down my face."Lucas..." I said, calling him by his name for the first time, a little bit of emotion crossing his face before he went back to his normal cold emotions. “I am going to the deepest parts of hell now," I said, stepping back again. He knew what I was about to do, but his expression remained the same. "A place so deep that you won't be able to find me.""Don't do that, Clara," he said."Lucas," I said, taking another step back. "I, Clara the Nameless,"— the nameless was a title I was given back home because my father refused to give me his last name and that was due to me being a female and also an omega, to him I was nothing but a complete embarrassment—"reject you as my mate." With those words, I fell backward without even hesitating, allowing myself to fall into the water below as I closed my eyes, feeling the wind rush past me as I fell down the cliff.I had meant it when I said I would either escape or die trying. As I fell, the thought of the underworld felt like a welcome release, promising freedom from Alpha Lucas. Though I was falling to my death, a smile spread across my face. This wasn't the end I had hoped for, but it felt fitting. I hit the water, the impact sending pain through my body, and I began to sink. Just like that, I was free from the monster named Lucas. Just like that, I was on my way to the afterlife.Goodbye, Alpha Lucas…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
lucas's Pov “No,” Ryker said, stepping closer. “It’s about power. And you, Clara, are the most powerful weapon I’ve seen in a long time.”I didn't flinch at his words. I had no illusions about what I was to him—a chess piece. But for now, we shared the same enemy. And if being his queen gave me the throne I needed to burn Lucas’s world to ash?Then I’d wear the crown and smile while doing it.Ryker offered me his arm. “Shall we begin planning the wedding?”I looked down at it, then back up into his waiting eyes.“Yes,” I said. “Let’s give them something they’ll never forget.”The flames in the hearth crackled, but I felt no warmth.I stared at the parchment in my hand, its edges trembling with the force of my grip. The royal Lycan seal had been torn open moments ago, and the message inside… it wasn’t a declaration.It was a declaration of war—written with silk and venom, every word a knife that carved straight through my chest.Clara was alive.Alive. And marrying him.My brother.Ryker.The l
Clara Pov My fingers trembled as I sealed the envelope bearing the royal Lycan crest.I stared at the parchment—crisp, cream-colored, elegant—and yet it felt heavier than stone in my hands. Inside was an invitation. Not to a celebration. Not to a wedding. But to war.A war I had been preparing for ever since I clawed my way out of the river five years ago—gasping, broken, but alive.Alive… and furious.I adjusted the pen on the table, careful to keep my expression neutral as my Beta, Sora, approached.“Is it done?” she asked, glancing down at the last of the invitations.I nodded. “He’ll receive it tonight.”Her lips tightened. “Are you sure you’re ready for this, Clara? Seeing him again… Lucas“—is no longer my mate,” I said, my voice sharp enough to slice through steel. “He made that choice the moment he marked me with bruises instead of love.”I could still feel the phantom ache of his grip, the suffocating weight of being trapped in that gilded prison he called a pack. The rejection hadn
Lucas's POV"Get that away from me!" I growled, angrily slamming the cup against the wall. The maids flinched, obviously afraid. Their constant mistakes were always getting on my nerves.I rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the growing headache. I searched for the right words but found none. The terrified maids quickly dropped to their knees, hurriedly gathering the shattered glass before scurrying out of the room, panicked and unable to handle the situation properly.I sighed as I relaxed into my chair, trying to calm my frayed nerves. It surprised me how I had gone from a man who barely showed any emotions to someone who was always angry, and it was all because of her. Ever since she left that day, ever since she disappeared completely, I have been like this.It's been five years since her disappearance, but I still don't understand why I still feel this way. I showed her I cared, so why did she leave, just like everyone else in the end? I didn't understand. I remember jumping into th