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A Battle with Hunger
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2026-09-26 13:24:52
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From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A Battle with Hunger
Light streams in from outside as the door swings open, wooden stairs creaking under heavy footsteps. Alpha Thorne descends the stairs, trailed by Delta Roche and a burly guard. He walks straight to my cell without sparing Corbin a glance. Cold eyes locked entirely on me. Danger. Whatever this newly awakened part of me is, it's wide awake now, fully alert. Alpha Thorne's in his late twenties. Looks nothing like his father except for the hard eyes and that same cruel way of ruling the pack. His father used to look at me with lust; Alpha Thorne's expression usually sits somewhere between mild irritation on his better days and something closer to hatred on the rest. I think he despises how badly I fail at following orders, how I'm apparently too stupid to feel proper submission toward his authority like everyone else in this pack manages. Love definitely isn't what's radiating off him right now. He's furious. His eyes flash like he's a hair's breadth from phasing to tear me apart. But
From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A Podunk Town
It seems like the whole house has erupted into chaos. The old man's at my feet, writhing, screaming in agony. Blood froths from his mouth, pours from his nose and ears. Every so often the screaming cuts into violent coughing, more blood sputtering out.Outside, footsteps pound, frantic voices demanding the door open, fists hammering against it relentlessly.The bleeding from my neck has stopped, but my white gown is soaked crimson now. I look like I just walked straight out of a horror movie.Honestly, I don't fully get it. One second I was screaming in agony because the old fool was tearing into my neck trying to mark me, hurt so badly I saw pure red. The next, he's the one on the floor, bringing the house down with his own screaming. Shouldn't I be the one doing that? Such a diva.Outside, the pounding intensifies, the yelling growing louder, demanding entry. Yeah, no thanks. I'd much rather keep watching him thrash and claw at his own throat like he's trying to rip it open himself.
From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A Broken Patience
JULIAN'S POVRoyal Palace, GermanyI catch the commotion before we've even reached our own wing. Caspian and I are just getting back from a tedious, endless, thoroughly pointless meeting with the King Emeritus and the Council of Lords, powerful nobles who govern lands and werewolf packs across the region."How dare you! I was sent by the queen dowager herself!" a shrill, grating voice echoes across the massive hallway. Our footsteps get swallowed up by the thick gold, cream, and red carpet lining the entire entrance corridor. "Are you deaf? Get out of my way right now, or she'll be hearing about this!"I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. Exactly what I needed.Caspian claps my back, flashing me a rueful grin. "Good luck, cousin.""Wait, you're bailing on me? Now?""I'd charge into war beside you without blinking, but this particular battle, you're on your own." He's smirking. Absolute smug bastard.He ducks straight into our media room, where the rest of the pack is either restin
From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A Broken Filter
"Hello, my sleeping beauty. Welcome home," he says. "You've been away far too long, my dear girl." A shudder of revulsion runs through me. Old Mr. Thorne. He pushes the door wider, and a small woman shuffles in timidly, carrying a tray of food. "Even more beautiful than I remember," he says, stepping toward the bed, eyes crawling over my face and body. "Or maybe you've simply grown more beautiful since I last saw you." The woman keeps her head bowed, setting the tray on the nightstand, movements stiff and nervous. She lifts the cover off a plate, and the smell of food drifts through the room. I can't shake the fog clouding my head, but I manage to crack one eye open toward the tray. Meatloaf, potatoes, vegetables. My stomach growls loudly. Last thing I ate was a handful of Cheetos those men tossed me somewhere during the drive. Old Mr. Thorne laughs. "You must be starving," he says. "Famished," I tell him, my voice coming out way too loud and inexplicably cheerful, despite the
From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess A Girl-devil From Hell
FREYA'S POV Sunlight filters in through the blinds when my eyes finally open. My hand stretches out searching for something before my brain even catches up. Nothing there. The emptiness hits my chest before my mind fully registers why. My eyes fly open. Julian. He's gone. I stare at the empty space beside me, touch the pillow where his head rested last night. Already cold. I roll over and bury my face in it anyway. His scent still lingers there, a hint of something expensive layered over something that's entirely just him. Nothing and no one else smells quite like him. I want to drown myself in it. Want to lie here until he's back. If I keep my eyes shut, I can almost convince myself he's still here. I stay like that for a while. Eventually, reluctantly, I roll onto my back. Two wet spots have soaked into the pillow. God, I'm being so ridiculous. A week ago I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him or his world. Now I'm crying over him after he's been gone a matter of hours. Offi
From Pack Slave to Lycan Princess Duchess Helena
JULIAN'S POV I make my way back to her place just after midnight. Can't sleep, and I can't stay away either. I sense no one else is home. She looks wide awake when she opens the door for me. I take her hand, and she leads me silently into her room. Two beds in here. The other one's empty. Her bed is small, but we don't need much space between us. We lie there facing each other. I trace the back of my knuckles along her skin, let her hair slip through my fingers. Content, just watching her, touching her like this. Before long, her eyes start to flutter closed. I pull myself away from the warmth of Freya's body and her bed before dawn breaks. I sit on the edge of her bed, reluctant to leave. Everything else stops mattering when I'm near her. I find peace in her scent, I could listen to it endlessly. She looks so beautiful lying on her side, dark hair loose and silky, long lashes fanned out over pale pink cheekbones, her lips soft and inviting, though I don't want to disturb her res
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