LOGINCHAPTER 3
He led me to their vehicle, a very stylish and quite expensive one. Once inside, I found myself handcuffed to the back seat.
I attempted to reason with him, but it was futile, as he immediately taped my mouth shut and left.
After countless attempts to free myself, which I failed, I finally succumbed to despair and surrendered everything to fate.
A few hours passed before the alphas began to depart, causing my heart to race, wondering what could be the king's intention for taking me with him.
The lycan king emerged in the company of his beta and his guards.
But he did not get into the vehicle I occupied; instead, he hopped into a different one, and we all sped away.
I let out a sigh. Have you ever stopped to think about those moments when you just can't tell if you're going to make it through the next minute? That's precisely what I was experiencing.
However, without warning, the vehicle's tire ruptured, causing the car to skid uncontrollably.
As the driver desperately fought to regain control. Time seemed to slow as the vehicle flipped end over end, the world outside becoming a blur of asphalt and sky.
“Oh heavens!” I cried out, thank goodness for the cuffs which I clung on to.
The sound of metal groaning and glass shattering filled the air, a cacophony of chaos as the car landed on its roof with a deafening thud.
For a moment, everything was still.
Then the driver and the other wolves managed to unbuckle their seatbelt.
They pushed against the crumpled roof of the car, searching for a way to escape. With effort, they managed to crawl out through a shattered window
They began to walk away, leaving me behind. I made some muffled sound through the tape, but they either didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it.
Aching all over, I peered through the broken window and noticed that the alpha's car had flipped over as well.
What could have caused this, I wondered. He emerged from the car, and stood still, as if trying to listen to something.
“Who's there?" he yelled authoritatively. "Show yourself and stop being such a coward!”
A chilling laugh echoed in my ears, making me shudder.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our esteemed Lycan King!" the voice mocked from the shadows of the bushes.
As I glanced around, I finally spotted the source of that sarcastic voice hiding among the foliage. He stood up and stepped out.
“Anson,” the beta spat out in a barely contained rage, his tone low and menacing.
“Miss me?” Anson asked with an exuberant grin.
“Yeah, right—like I’d ever miss a pesky mosquito," Cauldron retorted, stepping in front of the lycan to protect him against an attack.
Anson cackled wildly; he is definitely a lunatic—there's no way he is normal, I thought.
"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, dear lycan king. This is the end of the road for you," he declared, any sign of amusement vanished completely from his face.
A sense of unease washed over me as I peered into the thicket, where countless golden eyes glimmered back at me—werewolves lurking in the shadows.
“Attack!” Anson commanded.
And they did; they all swarmed toward the lycan king, but the beta and the guards intercepted them.
They transformed into their wolf forms and initiated an attack as well.
A brutal conflict ensued, but they emerged victorious over their foes. But Anson narrowly escaped. Then they all returned to their human form.
At the very last moment, a wolf attempted to strike the king from behind. With a swift, fluid motion, he caught the wolf mid-attack, his powerful grip around its throat.
The feral animal struggled, teeth bared in a last desperate attempt to escape. But the king was relentless, channeling his primal rage.
In a brutal display of strength, he tore the wolf to pieces, the sound of ripping flesh echoing through the stillness of the night.
Blood spilled everywhere. As I witnessed this, I felt myself freeze, a wave of fear washing over me once more.
This led to his face covering slipping away, unveiling a strikingly handsome face that took my breath away.
But then he turned his glowing red eyes on me and approached.
No, no, no, I screamed desperately in my head and tried to get away, but it was pointless.
He approached the car, yanked the door open, and snapped my cuffs off. Just how powerful is this guy?
He pulled me out, snarling, “Behave!” before ripping the tape off my mouth.
I complied without hesitation; that show of strength was far from child's play. And all those coverings on him, enhanced his menacing appearance.
"What is the status of the cars?" he was asking his beta.
“It's utterly damaged.” Cauldron replied.
“Get in touch with the team and request that a car be sent over.”
"No, your majesty, doing that will give away our location and also alert the enemy," his beta cautioned.
"So, we're moving on foot?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“That would be our wisest course of action.”
And so, we set off on this wretched journey. I was so exhausted but kept on, so that they won't find out I'm human.
The elixir that Roxanne gave me to cover my human scent while spying on the alphas was still active, so let me not blow it.
After a few hours of walking, they chose to take a break for the night by the river, where they all washed the bloodstains off.
After returning from bathing, they retired for the night without lighting a fire, but they were protected from the cold since werewolves have the ability to generate heat from their bodies.
I waited till they fell asleep, though they are very alert but also good sleepers.
Carefully, I slipped out, and as soon as I was far enough away, I took off running.
Tonight was my chance. Tonight, I will reclaim my freedom.
As I ran towards the line of trees, shadows enveloped me like a cloak, granting me a fleeting sense of security.
Every step I took was a silent plea to the universe: let this be the moment I escaped.
But as I rounded a thick trunk, the sound of a low growl froze me in place.
I looked around; everything was still. As I continued to walk and scan my surroundings, I unexpectedly bumped my leg against a stone, causing me to trip and fall.
“Ouch!” I hissed in pain but attempted to rise and carry on, but the ground literally gave way beneath me. What the heck?
I searched my surroundings, but there was no one in sight. I attempted once more and ended up falling again.
"Okay, who's there?" I called out, fear creeping in now.
And an image appeared, I gasped in horror.
The noise outside the door tore me from the edge of unconsciousness like a blade ripping through cloth. At first, it was distant muffled voices echoing through thick stone walls but slowly, painfully, the sounds sharpened. Boots shuffled across the damp floor. A raised voice snapped in irritation, sharp enough to slice through the fog in my head. I stirred, my body aching in protest. Every muscle felt heavy, sluggish, as if I had been dragged through fire and then left to freeze. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the dim light seeping in through the narrow bars high above the dungeon wall. The air was cold, damp, and stale, carrying the bitter scent of rust and old blood. The cold has seeped into my bones from the damp floor beneath me. I groaned softly and forced myself upright, chains clinking faintly as I pushed myself up. Still, pain bloomed instantly, sharp and deep, coiling around my lower abdomen and ribs. I gasped, clutching my side, forcing myself not to cry out
My head reeled from the impact of the slap. A sharp sting blooming across my cheek, followed by a wave of dizziness that made the room blur. For a few seconds, all I could hear was the distant echo of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears. I sat there, stunned, on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, trying to gather my thoughts as my cheek pulsed with heat. “A trickster!” he had called me. The word echoed inside my mind like a foreign accusation. Trickster? Why would he say that? My thoughts scrambled, trying to latch onto some meaning, some explanation, but nothing made sense. Had I done something wrong? Has someone lied about me? Why did that single word feel like a death sentence? Slowly, I lifted my gaze as Ashton crouched in front of me, his face shadowed by the dim torchlight flickering against the rough walls. But the man looking back at me wasn’t the Ashton I recognized. He was not the one who once healed my wounds, not the one who had carried me when I was too weak t
REENA'S POVI shivered, feeling cold all over my body. Confusion clouded my mind, and fragments of memories began to surface like bubbles in a murky pond. A wedding ceremony, the sharp sting of a bite mark on my neck, and the sound of a crowd cheering echoed in my thoughts. Suddenly, my eyes flew open, and I was met with darkness. Where the hell am I? Panic surged through me as I searched my surroundings. The air was damp and heavy, and I could see nothing but shadows. A sliver of pale light struggled through a small window in the room, illuminating the cold, hard floor beneath me. I forced myself upright, every muscle screaming in protest. My body ached, no, burned as if I’d been dragged across gravel.I looked down at my wrists and gasped. Chains bound me to the wall, their cold metal biting into my skin. I tugged at them, but they held me firmly in place. What is all this? I thought aloud, my voice echoing in the silence. “Help!” I cried out, but my plea was met with an eerie s
Gasps rippled through the courtyard sharp, disbelieving, echoing off stone pillars like a thousand tiny knives.Granny’s hand tightened around my arm, trembling. I didn’t dare look at her. The weight of the moment pressed down on us like a thick fog, suffocating and heavy. I could feel the eyes of the pack upon me, their expectations and doubts swirling in the air like restless spirits. I refused to answer Damion, knowing that he was trying to bait me into revealing my vulnerabilities. I wouldn’t fall for his tricks.Yet Damion, as always, was far from finished.“You say it is for the good of the pack,” he continued, his voice dripping with mock concern so thick it practically coated the air. “Yet you deny the very act that ensures our unity.” He took a slow step forward, savoring every eye fixed on him. “A king’s bite is a vow, isn’t it? Without it…” he paused deliberately, letting the silence choke the courtyard, “...what proof do we have that this union is real? That it even exis
ASHTON'S POVIgnoring the sharp gasps that rippled through the courtyard, I kept my gaze forward. The sound struck me like cold splashes of water, but I didn’t let myself flinch. I had expected shock or maybe outrage but not this suffocating silence that followed. Every pair of eyes was anchored on me, wide and searching, as if waiting for me to say I’d been joking, or that this was some grand test of loyalty.I wished that I could have handled this at another time, but this is the perfect time and that's why I allowed the wedding.“But why, Your Majesty?” Elder Rowan asked, stepping forward, his silver hair catching the sunlight. His voice trembled as much as the hands he tried to clasp behind his back.Before I could answer, Granny ascended the raised platform in surprisingly swift steps for her age. Her presence alone softened something in me just a little. But her face was grave, her brows drawn tight as she came to stand beside me.I turned to the elders instead. “My reasons ar
Granny left to see how things were going outside, promising to call when it was time. As soon as she left, my heart began a frantic drumming. Is this how I'm going to win Ashton over. I paced for some few minutes then stopped when a soft knock came on the door. “Your Highness! It’s time!”Time.The word struck something sharp inside me. My palms dampened instantly, my legs felt heavy, almost foreign, as if they weren’t mine anymore.But I'm not backing out now, with Lyra's help I gathered the skirt of my gown, inhaled once to keep myself from trembling apart, and stepped out of my room toward the staircase.The descent felt surreal, each step slow and heavy, each breath a little too shallow. The hallway glowed with warm candlelight, and the soft hum of ancient lycanic hymns vibrated through the air like a memory older than the world itself. As I walked, lanterns hanging from carved wooden beams flickered as though bowing to the passing of a queen.When we reached the final step, the







