"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!"
A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.
Several hundred werewolves from the kingdom of Adivaine and all other neighboring kingdoms gathered here every year on the night the moon shines brightest in honor of The Wolf Spirit.
We come together to watch the most savage and ruthlessly vicious werewolves wrestle to the death for fame.
Demons, vampires and witches alike were also in attendance but for more sinister reasons.
Everyone except the Lycan King attended these events. He never showed his face in public.
I once eavesdropped on two women gossiping in hushed tones at the fruit market,
"The last time the Lycan King, our very own Alpha Zane, came for this event every werewolf he passed by died that week and it rained so heavily that the match was canceled and everyone rushed home freezing wet."
The other woman's voice harshly whispered, "I think he's -" she looked over her shoulders like she was expecting the King to spring up from somewhere behind her " - cursed."
"Shut up. Do you want me to report you for treason? Let's leave this topic."
It was a popular rumour in the kingdom of Adivaine that the Lycan King of this city was cursed. Some even said that he was dead long ago and that the person sitting on the throne as the Lycan Alpha King was an abomination created by witches and warlocks.
These stories were whispered in corners and alleys, used to scare children from roaming about, sung drunkenly in pubs by miserable old deltas and muttered in midnight tales over a bonfire.
But no one dared to say these things aloud except they wanted to be meat for vultures.
This year was our Alpha, Alpha Pytor's turn to host the competition so he assigned Father, the most capable Beta of our pack and his trusted right hand man with the task of putting everything into place.
Logan sneered behind me, "Stop moping around, devil's bitch. The Lycans will not serve themselves."
He slapped my ass and walked away.
I was enduring being on my aching feet, waiting on tables and being sexually harassed while running from this Alpha to that Omega, making sure they're never out of alcohol.
If that is "moping around" then the rest of this fucking audience are in comas.
"Psst. The Lycans. Now!" Logan whispered harshly from behind me.
I spied Father at the betting tables hoping he hadn't noticed that I had been too busy serving the drunk werewolves that I ignored the Lycans. Gratefully, he was doing the one thing he was excellently good at - gambling- so he didn't notice me.
I could barely afford to get Logan angry but Father? The punishment would be worse than death.
I rushed over to get sufficient alcohol for the members of the royal court. The feared Lycans.
I walked with my head bowed as I served them one after the other.
"Look at me." A slow, calm voice washed over me in a cool wave.
Cautiously, I fearfully raised my head up and looked everywhere but his face directly.
"Look. At. Me."
And so I did. As I did so, it felt as if someone poured ice-cold water through my insides.
Beta Darius the Lycan, the King's right hand, captain of the King's guard and his second-in-command.
The Beta Darius.
It felt like I had been standing there for an eternity as his dark eyes bored into mine. Only the Lycan King looks directly into his eyes.
No one else dared to look into his eyes except they had a death wish. I had a strange feeling and struggled to find a word for how exactly I felt at that moment.
He stretched forth a long slender hand to touch my hair, "What are you?"
I knew what he meant.
I had snow-white, almost silver hair, pale skin and my eyes were such a clear crystal blue you could see yourself in them. I looked very much different from any other werewolf in the kingdom.
I looked like a witch.
That's why I was an outcast, even in my pack.
"I am –"
He interjected, "I want you. Who's your father?"
Irritated
That's the feeling. I felt deeply irritated. I instinctively knew that I never wanted to be even a thousand miles close to him.
"Find out who her father is. Right now." He ordered a guard beside him and he scampered off.
In no time, he was back, "Beta Derek, your highness."
Beta Darius rose up in his full height and my heart began to beat crazily in my chest.
"I have an announcement." He motioned to the same guard as before, "Quiet the crowd and pause the match. Also, let her father know that I summoned him."
The guard howled long and loud and immediately, silence engulfed the entire arena and the werewolves savages in the ring stopped tearing at themselves.
My father hurried over to meet Beta Darius who had stepped down from the elevated platform where he and the other Lycans were seated and stood right next to me.
I squirmed when I felt all eyes on me.
"Everyone, on this legendary occasion I would like to do something equally legendary."
Murmurs rose up in the crowd.
He began to circle Father slowly like a predator, "Beta Derek, is it?"
"I would place a bet on the outcome of this match and all of my fortune is yours if I don't win. But if I do, I want her." He gestured to me.
I stared rigidly at the floor thinking of a million vile, disgusting things he could possibly do to me.
"But, my Lord, she has not yet found her mate. Don't you th–"
"I DON'T CARE. All my mates die anyways, so it's a good thing she's not, no?" He roared at Father and he shrank back a little.
"I'm sorry your highness."
"Object one more time and I'll have your head on a spike this instant." He threatened.
Where the king was not around, Beta Darius was king and his word was law.
"I pick that one." He pointed at one of the werewolf fighters. "Now, let the games begin."
I looked up in horror. I'm so dead.
"Come out bitch. The Lycan beta doesn't like to be kept waiting." A guard dragged me from the servant's quarters through the rough castle grounds and threw me over his shoulder when I refused to move."No.' I whimpered. I was in rags that were so torn in several places that it barely hid any skin.Every single part of my body was covered with bruises and scratches and blisters. Most of them were still fresh.Living in Father's house was paradise compared to this hell. I would do anything to go back even if it meant cutting off my arm."No! Pick me." Greta, the tall, quiet redhead from the Night blood pack and the oldest of us all jumped up and declared. Everyone stared at her, shocked.There were twenty-two of us and I was his latest addition to his harem of mistresses.No, not "mistresses", sex slaves.According to the rumors, we were supposed to be twenty-six. Four died.We were his harem of sex slaves. I'm sure most of them were happy that I was the one he was obsessed with at the
"I don't want to die.""Am I going to die?""I can't breathe.""Help me.""Ple--ase." My last breath caught in my throat, and my fingers dug into his wrists as I stared into his eyes. Those eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness claimed me.Black, empty, cold. Unfathomably evil.I jolted awake feeling feverish. My neck felt stiff and my head was pounding terribly. I looked around, disoriented."Where am I?" I sat up and looked around, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand."What sort of nonsense dream was that?" I rubbed my eyes hard, as if to clear away my memory of those haunting evil eyes in my dream.Yawning and stretching like a cat, I looked around again and jumped in horror, "Oh no! Oh no!""How long have I been asleep? Oh shit!"I was still in Beta Darius's sex chamber and I also hadn't cleaned it up."Oh my God, what's the time? Please don't be past midnight yet. This is the only chance I have at freedom." I pleaded to whoever was up there listening
"You barely did anything. How am I supposed to believe you?" "Don't "believe" me. I am you." "No, Warrick. No, you're not. And I'm not you. You just very unfortunately happened to be in my body." "Don't be such a crybaby, Zane. Deny it as much as you want but I'm as much a part of you as you are a part of me." Alpha Zane had nothing to say to that. "Just stay dormant, Warrick. I need rest. If I drop dead now, you die too." "Funny that. We've tried dying a couple of times before. Do you remember how it went?" Again, he had nothing to say to that but this time it was because they were both cursed to be immortal. Nothing on earth could ever kill hi– "What is that?" Alpha Zane bent down and touched the water flowing from the lake. "Why is there blood in the water?" He heard a fierce, deep growl vibrate the entire ground under him. He realized that the growl was coming from him. "Warrick, what are you doing? You are choosing to be sensitive to blood now? Suddenly, his legs mo
My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was darkness. Were my eyes really open? I touched my eyes to be sure that I really opened them. "I'm fully awake but why is it this dark everywhere? I can't even see my nose." "I can see you," A rich, velvety voice seemed to caress my ear in response. I suddenly recognized the voice but I didn't remember where I heard it. I racked my brain to remember what his name was. "Who are you?" He calmly took my hand and my wolf, Seneca, hummed appreciatively in my chest. I clutched his hand instinctively and I knew that I would never want to let go. I could have stayed there forever, just holding his hand. I don't understand this feeling. "The reason why it's dark is because you are still weak and you can't handle any shocking revelations in your present state. You need to fully heal before I explain everything to you." His voice held me in a trance. Not his words, his voice. Why do I feel incredibly enchanted by him? Where do I know him fr
I momentarily snapped out of my puzzled daze when I saw Beta Darius saunter majestically to my beloved mate and bowed deeply to the Lycan King who still carried me gently like a newborn in his arms. When he rose up and saw me, his face turned a concerning shade of blue, then red, and then white as a sheet. Staring blankly with a slack jaw, he stood frozen in place, and his eyes darted around wildly. Poor thing, he managed to look constipated and also look like he was seeing a vision of the Seven Red Hells. "You –you…uh your highness." "I– Is she –?" He was unable to complete his question. The sound of Zane's voice from his chest sounded like a lullaby to my wounded soul, "Darius, she's my mate. My long-awaited mate." He almost choked on his spit, "Uhm, ahem, er, excuse me, your highness. I….uhm have to tend to some urgent personal matters." He bowed deeply one more time, "Welcome back home again, my King," and with a stiffer bow to me, "my lady," He choked out. I watched him w
Alpha Zane's POV The door to my study shut with a quiet click behind me. No one else dared entered here. I crossed the room, my steps slow and deliberate, but hesitant as they itched to go back to my mate's sleeping form lying comfortably on our bed. Sleep was not something I did often, I'm constantly in too much pain for that. I barely slept due to my curse but even at that, I embraced this one aspect of being cursed because I used my nighttime for deeper, and more complex matters that I couldn't do when prying eyes that hovered around during the day came. Long silver locks and ice blue eyes of a certain Luna filled my thoughts again. Warrick gave me a hard time about me not claiming her yet. I was equally impatient but I was also not an idiot. She was not in a state to handle that yet. The memory of Freya, scared and unsure, lips quivering and eyes brimming with tears sent fury crackling through me like a tidal wave. I welcomed its cold burn that seared me from the inside ou
Freya's POVHis tongue ravaged me.Plundering me thoroughly and savagely like a brute, skilled rogue war raider.Heat and moisture pooled at my core and slicked down my legs like liquid fire.Unlike the last time we kissed, this was raw and passionate, rough and sensual, like he was exposing his deepest, inner self to me. This sent me tumbling and spiralling out of the bounds of my sexual limits.I suckled on his tongue and bit it. Hard.He groaned - I relished the sound, I felt an immense heady contentment in knowing that I could make the Lycan King of Adivaine, moan like that - and pushed himself onto me.Through the slim barrier of his clothes, I felt the full, hard length of his cock digging into my belly.My, was he big.My mouth dried at the thought of what he planned to use that cock to do to me.The way he gripped the back of my neck, his addictive taste plus our scents mixing thickly in the dense air, was making me grow dizzy with lust.Our ragged inhales and sighed exhales w
Freya's POV What in all of the seven hells was this? I struggled to pick my jaw from the floor as I stared blankly at the what was in front of me. Drawings, scraps, marks, names here and there, papers, shreds of clothing, talons, teeth, and to my horrible shock - an earlobe! If I didn't know any better, I would conclude that this was a shrine to some strange, foreign god. Question marks were popping up everywhere in my head. "I-I reached out for you in my sleep and I didn't feel you there, then I came out and saw you and your messenger going down the stairs, so I followed." The silence that ensued after my unsteady outburst was thick with suspicion from me. The study was bathed in the orange glow of the flickering candlelight and it appeared to form a halo around his head. What a fitting irony. A fallen angel in his true element. He stared at me, his expression unreadable but there was a steely glint in his eyes. "We need to talk, Freya." Sure as hell we do! "Okay." He p