A THIN THREAD OF TRUSTOctavia’s limbs ached with exhaustion as she reached her chamber, Kemmer’s footsteps fading down the corridor. The scent of damp stone clung to her even in the warmth of her room. She hadn’t meant to wander so far hadn’t expected the maze of halls to twist so endlessly. Her mind was clouded with thoughts she couldn't untangle.She slumped onto her bed without even changing. The silence in the room was heavy, but comforting. Safe.A sharp knock.Before she could respond, the door opened.Alpha Xavier stepped in.Tall. Imposing. His dark cloak clung to him like the night itself. His eyes locked on her, unreadable as always but this time, there was something tight in his jaw, something colder than usual in the way he looked at her.“you are awake?” he asked.“yes I just got in” she said quietly, sitting up.He crossed the room, stopping a few feet away. He didn’t sit. Didn’t soften.“There are too many risks around this palace right now,” Xavier said, his voice de
SHADOWS IN THE DUNGEON The stone walls of the dungeon echoed with Mira’s screams.“Please Mercy, I swear, I didn’t mean to!” she cried, her voice cracking as two of the palace guard stood there watching the prisoners in the dungeon. Her eyes darted around wildly, seeking even a shred of compassion on their cold faces. But there was none.They opened a rusted iron door and flung her into the small, dank cell from where she was tortured.She fell hard onto the stone floor, the air knocked out of her lungs. The door slammed shut behind her with a deafening clang that echoed like a death sentence.“Alpha’s orders,” one guard grunted. “No food. No water. Three days.”Then silence.Mira crawled to the corner of the cell, her body trembling as she curled into herself. Her cries faded into whimpers. How had it all gone so wrong? She had been promised safety, status even gold, if she played her part. All she had to do was slip poison into the Luna's drink, just one vial. One tiny act of b
TEARS OF A LUNAThe sounds of battle had faded into an eerie silence. Only the distant crackle of torches remained, and the soft moans of the wounded carried through the shattered hall like a haunting lullaby.Octavia sat at the edge of her bed, arms wrapped tightly around her midsection as if holding herself together. Her gown once pristine was now splattered with blood that wasn’t hers. She couldn’t stop trembling.Not from cold, but from everything.The bond hummed inside her still, raw and new a constant pull toward Xavier, a magnetic ache in her chest. She couldn’t bring herself to move. Her legs felt like stone. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears, too loud, too fast.Her mating ceremony had turned into a massacre.A poisoned goblet. A rogue ambush. The blood of strangers staining the sacred floor.She pressed a hand to her neck, fingers grazing the fresh mark. It throbbed slightly, both tender and warm an intimate brand of belonging.But instead of comfort, guilt bloomed in her
THE ATTACK They stood beneath the vaulted ceiling of the Lycarra grand hall, two figures bathed in torchlight and destiny.Alpha Xavier stood tall and composed, though his jaw clenched beneath the weight of emotion. His broad frame was draped in ceremonial black leathers, his crimson sash a slash of color against the dark. His eyes were fixed only on the woman before him.Octavia.She stood opposite him, luminous in her midnight blue gown, the fabric catching the light like stars caught in silk. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, not from fear but from the magnitude of the moment. Her eyes, wide and solemn, met Xavier’s with both courage and quiet vulnerability.The hall fell silent.The Elder stepped forward, robes whispering against the polished stone floor as he raised his staff high."Octavia of the Lost Bloodline," he intoned, his voice echoing, "do you accept Xavier of House Lycarra as your mate, your Alpha, your protector?"Octavia’s throat tightened, but she did
THE MATING CEREMONYLycarra Stirred with springs of livesToday wasn’t just any day.It was the day.The day Alpha Xavier of House Lycarra a name spoken with both reverence and awe would claim his fated mate before the eyes of his people and the world beyond.And the land itself seemed to hold its breath in wonder.By the pale blush of dawn, the pack house had erupted into beautiful chaos.Courtyards once quiet were now abuzz with movement and melody. Long silvery banners, heavy with the Lycarra crest a roaring wolf encircled by a crescent moon fluttered in the breeze like prophecy come alive.Wolves from neighboring packs arrived in caravans that kicked up dust and pride. Kitchen fires blazed.Bakers kneaded feverishly, while flames licked iron spits loaded with tender meat that crackled and dripped with juice. The air swelled with the scent of roasted venison, spiced berry wine, lavender-honey cakes, and loaves still steaming from the oven.Banquet tables of deep oak lined the m
TAMING HIS WOLF Across Lycran and every allied pack, lanterns were lit, drums rehearsed, and elders whispered of the ancient rites soon to be performed beneath the full moon. The kingdom was alive with movement, florists weaving moonpetals into garlands, warriors practicing the ceremonial march, and pack omegas scrubbing every inch of the castle until the marble floors gleamed. But deep inside the heart of the Alpha’s wing, all that celebration felt a world away. Alpha Xavier sat heavily behind his towering mahogany desk, the muscles in his jaw grinding as his fists clenched against the smooth wood surface. Across from him, Kemer stood like a pillar, arms folded tightly across his chest, his Beta presence grounded and sharp. The tension between them was thick. “She came into my chambers,” Xavier muttered, barely louder than a growl. “I didn’t even hear her. One moment, I was alone. The next…” He shook his head, the heel of his palm pressing into his temple. “I almos