LOGINThe eastern training grounds of the Velkaris Dominion had already come alive long before sunrise. Warriors filled the vast stone arena, their bodies glistening with sweat beneath the pale morning light as they sparred with relentless determination. The rhythmic clang of steel echoed across the fortress walls, blending with the occasional growls of wolves shifting in and out of partial transformation. Every movement was deliberate, every strike delivered with enough force to remind the younger warriors that weakness had no place within Velkaris. This was a kingdom built on strength, and every soldier who bore its crest understood that survival depended on discipline long before talent.
Watching over them from an elevated platform was Kael Velkaris. Unlike his younger brother, whose calm often concealed dangerous intentions, Kael never hid what he was. His presence alone was enough to keep hundreds of warriors on edge. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his broad shoulders squared, his silver-gray eyes roaming across the field with unwavering focus. There was no trace of boredom or impatience in his expression. He watched each exchange carefully, silently judging every mistake, every hesitation, every sign of carelessness. To Kael, battle was not a sport or a display of strength. It was survival. Every flaw left uncorrected today would become a corpse on tomorrow's battlefield. A young warrior lost his footing after taking a brutal hit to the chest and crashed into the dirt. He remained there for only a heartbeat before forcing himself upright, his breathing ragged as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. Before his opponent could lower his weapon, Kael's deep voice carried across the grounds with quiet authority. "Again." There was no anger in the command, nor was there encouragement. It was simply an expectation. The warrior swallowed the pain and lunged back into the fight without complaint, while the others trained even harder under the weight of their Alpha's gaze. No one wanted to be the one who disappointed Kael Velkaris. The morning drills continued until hurried footsteps broke the steady rhythm of the arena. One of the palace guards crossed the training grounds at a respectful pace before stopping several feet away from the platform. He lowered his head, waiting patiently until Kael acknowledged his presence. Interrupting the Alpha during training was never done lightly, and judging by the tension written across the guard's face, whatever news he carried was important. "Varok." This meant leader in Velkaris Kael didn't take his eyes off the arena. "What is it?" "The western patrol has returned." "And?" The guard hesitated for the briefest moment. "They found nothing." A heavy silence settled between them. Kael's expression didn't change, but the air around him somehow grew colder. For weeks, reports had continued arriving from the western territories. Entire settlements had vanished without warning. Not raided. Not burned. Simply... gone. Homes stood untouched, food remained on tables, livestock wandered freely, yet every living soul had disappeared without leaving behind so much as a scent trail. It defied everything the wolves knew about tracking, and the mystery had begun spreading unease throughout the Dominion. "What about the scouts from the northern pass?" Kael asked. "They reported the same, Alpha. No tracks. No bodies. Nothing." Kael finally shifted his gaze toward the guard, and although his face remained composed, there was a dangerous sharpness in his eyes that made the younger man instinctively lower his head further. Whatever was happening beyond their borders wasn't random. Predators always left evidence. Even the most skilled assassins overlooked something. But this... this felt unnatural. "Increase the patrols," Kael ordered. "No village is to remain without protection. If anything changes, I want to know before sunset." "Yes, Varok." The guard bowed, yet instead of leaving, he lingered uncertainly. Kael noticed immediately. "There's something else." "Yes... Varok." "Speak." "Your brother returned to the palace before dawn." Kael's brow furrowed ever so slightly. Ronan had informed no one that he intended to leave the capital, which in itself wasn't unusual. His younger brother disliked explaining his movements. What caught Kael's attention was the uneasiness in the guard's voice, as though he feared the rest of his report. "And?" "He wasn't alone." Kael's eyes settled fully on him now. "Who did he bring back?" "We... we're not entirely sure." The answer only deepened his curiosity. "What do you mean you're not sure?" "A woman." For the first time that morning, genuine surprise crossed Kael's face. Ronan had rejected every alliance proposed by the elders for years. Princesses from neighboring kingdoms, daughters of powerful Alphas, noblewomen whose marriages could have strengthened the Dominion—all had been turned away without hesitation. Rumors about his complete lack of interest in women had spread so widely that many within the kingdom had stopped believing he would ever choose a mate. Yet now, without warning, he had returned with an unknown woman. "Who is she?" Kael asked quietly. "We haven't identified her yet. But I hear she's a lesser wolf." Kael's gaze drifted toward the towering palace that overlooked the capital, its highest balconies catching the golden light of the rising sun. Whatever his brother had brought back wasn't an ordinary captive, and Ronan wasn't the kind of man to act without purpose. If he had taken an interest in someone mysterious enough to confuse an entire household of wolves, then the matter was no longer merely personal. It had become a concern for the entire Velkaris Dominion. "Find out more and report back to me." The guard nodded, bowed and walked off. Leaving Kael lost in his own thoughts. BACK IN RONAN'S MANSION Eliara remained standing in the room, staring at the closed door. He had simply just left and any further explanations. A while later, there was a knock on the door. Eliara immediately became alert, waiting before responding. "Miss Eliara, I have brought your clothes and breakfast." She slowly opened the door and found a young woman standing outside with a tray of food and a set of neatly folded clothes. The woman lowered her head respectfully and placed them inside when Eliara allowed her to enter. Eliara looked at the food but didn't touch it. The memory of the previous night returned immediately. She still wasn't sure if she had been drugged or if her exhaustion had simply taken over, but she wasn't willing to risk losing control of herself again. After taking a bath and changing into the clothes provided, she left the untouched food behind and walked toward the door. She expected someone to stop her, but the hallway remained quiet. Confused, she stepped outside and began exploring. The place was unlike anywhere she had ever been. The halls were enormous, with ancient carvings covering the stone walls and large portraits of warriors displayed along the corridors. Everything about the place carried an overwhelming sense of power and history. Even the people walking around seemed different, carrying themselves with confidence and respect. As Eliara moved through the palace, she heard voices coming from nearby. A group of women stood together, their elegant clothes and confident manner making it clear they were not ordinary servants. "That must be the woman Alpha Ronan brought back." Eliara slowed. Alpha? The word caught her attention. "Why would Alpha Ronan bring someone as lowly as her here?" Her footsteps stopped. Alpha Ronan. For a moment, she simply stared ahead, trying to process what she had heard. Alpha? The man who had kidnapped her. The man who had given her fifteen days as if her feelings were a challenge he could win. He wasn't just some powerful man. He was an Alpha. And judging by the way they spoke about him, he was someone with a status far beyond anything she had imagined. For the first time since arriving, Eliara realized she knew almost nothing about the world she had been dragged into.For Eliara, the night had left her with a strange mixture of comfort and uncertainty. For a little while, she had been able to forget the questions that had been eating at her and the things she still didn't understand. Being close to Ronan had made her feel safe in a way she hadn't expected, and his words about loving her had stayed with her long after they had fallen asleep. Still, beneath that warmth was the quiet reminder that she hadn't told him everything. She hadn't told him about the dream, the strange woman who claimed to have the answers she was searching for, or the feeling that the witches' kingdom was somehow connected to her. She loved the way Ronan made her feel, but she wasn't ready to place every secret she carried in his hands. The next morning, Eliara woke beside him with the first sunlight coming through the curtains. For a few moments, she simply lay there, listening to his breathing and enjoying the rare quiet before the worries of the day returned. Eventually,
***adult content*** The silence that followed his confession was thick, charged with a tension that had been simmering between them for months. Eliara felt the warmth of Ronan’s hand still gripping hers, and as she looked up at him, the conflict in her mind began to blur, replaced by a sudden, sharp ache of longing. She didn’t know if she could trust him with every secret, but in this moment, she trusted the way he looked at her—as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered. She didn't speak; instead, she reached up, her fingers brushing the nape of his neck and pulling him down. When their lips finally met, it wasn't the gentle kiss of a promise. It was a collision of desperation and relief. Ronan groaned low in his throat, his hand sliding from her hand to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. The heat of his body seeped through their clothes, a stark contrast to the cold uncertainty of the secrets she carried. Eliara let out a soft gasp as he shifted
Eliara didn't wait for Ronan to say anything else. The moment she realized he had nothing left to say, she turned around and walked back upstairs. She was still angry, and she didn't bother hiding it. She shut the door behind her harder than she intended and stood there for a moment, breathing heavily as she tried to calm herself down. She couldn't believe he had actually suggested sending her back to Velkaris. After everything that had happened, after everything she had seen and felt, he wanted her to go back and pretend she could simply return to the life she had before him. Eliara walked over to the bed and sat down, still fuming. But as the anger slowly settled, another thought came to her. The dream. She remembered the strange place she had seen while sleeping, the unfamiliar town filled with crystals and strange things, and then the woman who had appeared before her with that glowing crystal ball. She could still remember the woman's face, her unusual eyes, and the
By the time they returned to the hotel where they had been staying before the trip to the forest, Eliara had already begun to feel slightly better. She had cleaned herself up, changed into fresh clothes, and managed to get some rest, but the events of the day were still sitting heavily in her mind. The hotel was much quieter than it had been when they first arrived. The others had gone ahead into the main sitting area while Eliara remained in the room for a while. She eventually came out and found Ronan standing near one of the windows, looking outside. He turned when he heard her approaching. “You should sit,” he said. Eliara frowned slightly. “Why?” Ronan hesitated before answering. “Because we need to talk.” She already knew from his expression that she wasn't going to like what he had to say. She walked over and sat down, watching him carefully. “What happened?” Ronan remained standing for a moment before finally saying, “You're going back to Velkaris.” Eliara stared at h
Ronan stayed with Eliara until they reached her room. She was still covered in blood from the fight, some of it belonging to the rogues she had killed and some of it mixed with the dirt from the forest. Her clothes were stained, her hands were dirty, and there was dried blood against her skin that she hadn't even noticed anymore. “You need to rest for a while,” Ronan said as he helped her sit on the bed. “Freshen up first, then get some sleep. Liora will make something for you to eat when you're ready.” Eliara nodded quietly. “You've been through enough today. Don't worry about anything else right now.” Ronan pulled the blanket over her legs, then looked at her for a moment before standing. “I'll let you get cleaned up. If you need anything, call for me.” He walked toward the door, but Eliara stopped him before he could leave. “Ronan.” He turned around. She wanted to ask him so many things. She wanted to ask him about Kael, about the throne, about why Kael had spoken as thoug
“There was someone else.” Eliara said againRonan's attention immediately returned to her. “Someone else?”Eliara nodded. “A person was standing over there.”She pointed toward the trees where the stranger had been.“I couldn't see their face because they were completely covered in black. I couldn't even tell if they were a man or a woman.”“What did you see?” Kael asked.“Only their eyes.”Eliara frowned as she tried to remember them clearly. “I don't know how to explain it. They weren't a normal green. They were very bright, almost like they were glowing, but not exactly. I've never seen eyes like that before.” Ronan looked back at the bodies before turning to Eliara. “Did that person attack you?”“No.”“Did they speak to you?”“No.”“Then what were they doing?”Eliara looked toward the trees again, remembering the way the stranger had stood there and watched her fight. “They were just watching me.”Ronan's expression tightened.Eliara noticed it. “What?”“I don't know yet.”She fr







