WILLIAMS POVI walked out of Alpha Draven chamber, my breath hitching as fear gripped my chest.My hands trembled at my side, my body stiffened by Alpha Draven brutal command."Reject my daughter or you will die."The words rang through my mind like a death sentence, each word filled with Alpha Draven power and anger. Under the weight of danger I barely managed, my Wolf growled inside me, but now, as I hurried through the dark corridors of the house, all I could think of was her—my Mate.Alpha Draven daughter.How did it happen? Fate had bound me, an ordinary Omega servant, to the daughter of the strongest Alpha Draven.The same daughter whose name I spoke with reverence, whose presence I now respected, whose touch—oh, her touch—instilled something within me that I could never let go of.When I reached the small servants' room, my legs were about to wear out, and my heart was pounding under the weight of which decision I should make.I have to reject her. I have to do this.But our relat
ALAANA’S POVI returned to my room.My breath hitched, and my hands trembled as I grapped the doorknob and opened it. The golden light of the lanterns shone off the stone walls, casting shadows that reflected the chaos within me.I leaned against the door, as if trying to lock the chaos in my mind. My fingers pressed against the cold wood, and my lips trembled from the moment that was about to happen until he stopped me.Williams.The Omega servant.My Mate.A desperate, frustrated growl escaped my throat,I backed away from the door,pacing across the room. My Wolf snarled, anxious and dissatisfied. It hurt, how my heart ached for him, how my soul knew and wanted him. Yet, he refused me.I stopped in front of the mirror, my image a portrait of untamed emotion. My dark hair was disheveled and my golden glow faintly with the remnants of lust in my Wolf's desire.I pressed a trembling hand to my chest, feeling my heartbeat.Why couldn’t I control myself?I was never the kind of woman who l
ALAANA'S POVI took a deep breath,for a while,embracing myself for what was to come. My heart pounded, not with fear, but with determination.I stepped out of my room immediately. Rylan left. As I walked towards my father's chamber.The grand stone of Alpha Draven chamber loomed around me, reminding me of how powerful my father is.But tonight, I wasn't here as his daughter. I'm here to fight for my Mate.My father's chamber was dimly lit, a huge fireplace casting flickering shadows across the stone wall. At the far end of the room, my father stood beside a large wooden desk, studying a map. He was a man of insight, and his presence alone was enough to make the strongest Wolves bow their heads.My father didn't immediately look back, even though he knew when I entered.“Dad,” I said, my voice strained.Slowly, My father turned, his eyes locked on mine. “Alaana.” His voice was scary. “I believe you’re here to accept the Rejection.”"No."A muscle tightened from his back, but he remained
WILLIAM’S POVI frozed.My chest tightened."What?"She clenched her fist, her hand tense and desperate. “My father won't wait for me to Reject you. He might be planning something. If we don’t elope now, he’ll kill you.”The words hit me like a wound.Elope?The Pack?I moved my hands away as my breath came out in short. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, I…I can’t. Princess Alaana, can you hear yourself? You’re an Alpha daughter! You have everything, the power, the future here. I have nothing. You can't throw everything away just because of me.”Her face darkened. “You think I care about all that stuff?”“You should be, my Princess!” My voice cracked. “If we run, we will be homeless, Princess Alaana. We will be hunted. Do you know what happens to wolves that don’t have a Pack?”She frowned. “I’d rather be homeless with you than getting Mated to another man.”My breath hitched.“You can't understand,” I said.She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her hand over my chest. “Then you sh
ALAANA POV I stood in the middle of my room, my hands on the wooden box. My fingers trembled in fear as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind racing with the thought of escaping. I had packed the necessary things I needed, a bag of some food, a bottle of water, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. I had to move faster and think smarter. I couldn't afford to make a mistake.There was a sound.My body stiffened. I walked toward the door, my heart pounding. For a moment, I thought it might be Elara, my maid. Maybe she'd heard about the latest abuse somewhere and had come to me first. But that sound shattered my confidence.“My lady,” a deep, calm voice came from the hallway.I took a deep breath and pressed my palm to my throbbing chest. It wasn’t Elara. It was my father’s personal servant, Dave. Unlike Williams, he was a man of status and privilege in the Pack despite being a servant.I hesitated, curling my fingers. Dave never comes to my room unless it is something urgent.I walked to
WILLIAM POV I stood in the servants' quarters, holding the rough fabric of my bag tightly. Mychect beating against my ribs, each beat reminding me of what I was about to do. Leave. Escape. Flee with Princess Alaana before her father,Alpha Draven tore us apart. I gathered only a few things because I own nothing except from the baggy jeans and sweatpants I put on. I also take a bottle of water and a loaf of bread I stole earlier from the kitchen I walked to the hallway gently, barely hearing my footsteps. I was careful while walking to avoid the patrolling warriors from suspecting me because of the bag I was with. She should have been here. Princess Alaana had promised to meet me in my chambers once she had assured the safe access. But when I slipped through the narrow servants' tunnel into her room, I found it empty.She wasn't there. Her box was on her bed and the window was still open. Something was wrong. I breathed hard trying not to be nervous, I had to find her. I
WILLIAM POV I sat on a wooden bench outside the servant quarter, looking down at the dark path below my feet. I was overwhelmed by fear and doubt. War. It loomed over me like a dark cloud of dust.Swallowing hard, I placed both my hands on my head. I'm not a warrior. I have never trained or been to a battle ground before nor have I ever held a sword in my life.I let out a nervous breath. It wasn’t just the fear of death that tormented me, but knowing fully well that I have no chance of coming back alive. The warriors have undergone a series of training and have gone to war countless times, they were being trained from a young age and have a strong Wolf unlike me.Even the youngest warrior was stronger than me. How do I fight the enemy? Is it by waving the sword and seeking for mercy, not to be beheaded?The thought of dying on the battlefield, my body left among the dead soldiers, sent shivers down my spine. I rubbed my hair in frustration. Was there any way? Is there any way to retu
ALAANA POV I sat on the edge of my bed, my chest pounding so hard that i could ear it.The weight of my father's decree suffocated me.Tears filled my eyes as I imagined Williams on the battlefield. He was gentle and kind, dedicated to serving the Pack, not fighting. What he handled were mostly trays of food, not swords. How could he survive?I can recall how scared he was, the last time i looked into his eyes "Don't worry, Princess Alaana," he muttered, wiping away my tears with a shaky hand. "I'll get back to you.”But he was lying. I could see it in his eyes. He knew, as I did, that he wouldn't return.I placed my hand on my chest, where the Mate bond burned with uneasy agony. I could still feel him, distant, faint, but alive. It was the only thing that kept me from not falling apart completely.But how long will it last?I gritted my teeth. If my father would allow me to fight, I would have gone with him. I would protect him, fight alongside him. But my father will never agree.
ALAANA POV After Elara left. I wasn't feeling what I thought I would. Relief, joy, happiness—none of it happened. Instead, I had a strange, sickening weight on my chest. My instincts keep telling me that William wasn't safe, that something was wrong.I adjusted my clothes and walked down the corridor that leads to Alpha Draven chamber, my shoes squeaking on the wooden floor. The guards at the entrance stepped aside without question. They probably saw my expression—the urgency and fear. I didn't stop to speak to anyone. Nor did I see them, warriors gathered in the courtyard. My steps quickened, desperate, frightened by the silence that began to ring in my ears.There he was, my father, Alpha Draven, sitting at his desk, examining notes and documents, his silver-streaked hair still as neat as ever, his gaze still piercing, even at dawn. He looked up, a little surprised, but said nothing.I was waiting for him to speak."Father," I said sharply.He raised an eyebrow. "Alaana, you need t
ALAANA POV I woke up the next morning, the flashing lights of the rising sun flashed through my room. The atmosphere was calm, I could only hear the sound of the birds flying around the trees. I adjusted from my bed and looked through the window. Looking at the beautiful bird's, which subside the chaos I felt since the start of the war. I lay in bed for a moment, my heart heavy with anxiety. William would have long been back, and the uncertainty unnerved me. I came down from the bed, I felt a shiver as I placed my leg on the cold floor.I dressed quickly and descended the narrow stairs to the servants quarters. The Pack was bustling, but my mind was entirely focused on William. My heart was pounding, I had different thoughts of William not coming back alive, fear gripped me, I stepped through the door to the servant quarters. The smell of freshly baked bread and the voices of servants filled the quarter."Has anyone seen William?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, but thick
ALAANA POVI stood in the field where the warriors were. My heart was beating loudly, drowning out the sound of drums. I had been waiting impatiently for me to see William since the day they went to the battlefield.When the first line of fighters appeared, cheers rose. Their weapons shattered, their spears raised, their clothes stained with sweat and dirt and blood, but they marched with their heads held high. They were home. They were heroes.My lump was in my throat. I ignored the pain I had felt on my knees as my leg hit the rocks and trees as I was busy, looking around with hopeful eyes. I knew every warrior by name, even those I had never spoken to. But only the warrior's face mattered.Not him. Not him. I said as I looked at the warriors' faces.I was shocked and filled with excitement. As I saw someone with thick dark hair, tall and with a pale soft skin as William. My heart pounding, I took a step forward. I tapped at his back, then he turned, it wasn’t William. I stumbled
ALAANA POVThe halls seem to stretch on forever, each footstep echoing as I walked in pain. My leg trembled as I walked slowly.I barely even noticed the guards at the Pack who stared at me in amusement as I walked directly to my father's chamber. They stiffened at my approach, but I said nothing. A single glance at my pale face, pain shining in my watery eyes, was enough for them to silently open the doors.In the distance, my father, Alpha Draven, stood tall behind his desk, papers scattered before him, his silver head bowed, thoughtful. He radiated strength even in the stillness, a living testament to the power of his lineage. I paused in the doorway, my heart pounding, the bond with my Mate a deep, bleeding wound in my soul.I'd felt it moments before.A deafening silence transcended the bond that held I and William My Mate.My everything."Dad..." I whispered, the word catching in my throat like barbed wire.Alpha Draven lifted his head; his golden eyes narrowed slightly at the
ALAANA POV The sun wasn't really bright yet,but the faint morning light spilled through William's window. As I woke up from a restless sleep, after having a bad dream. Curled up under a worn, threadbare blanket that smelled of wood, moss, and William scents.I opened my eyes slowly , trying to adjust to the unfamiliar area. The stone walls surrounding me were gray and unadorned, the room silent. It was far from the velvet sheets and silk curtains of my room in the Alpha quarter, but last night it had been the safest, warmest place in the world, because he was with me.William.My Mate. My forbidden Mate.I stretched my hands instinctively, searching for him in the bright light.But there was only an empty mat. The flat spot where his body had lain a few hours earlier.I stood up, trembling.Where was he?Last night was… everything.Memories came flooding back, crashing down on me like floods during a full moon,his hands were all over my body as he spoke my name like a sacred oath.
WILLIAM POV The battlefield was chaotic, blood soaked the ground, mixing with the rain that fell from the sky, as if the moon goddess themselves were mourning the fallen. The Invaders were full of strength as they were tearing our warriors to pieces mercilessly. The air was filled with screams and screams mixed with the cries of the wounded and the dying warriors.I never dreamed of this day that I would be in a war fighting, I never imagined myself that I would be here. I was expected to serve, to submit, to stand aside. But today, duty had forced and dragged me into the battlefield alongside the strongest and most experienced warriors. I held the sword with both hands using all my strength though I have never held a sword before, breathing heavily as I struggled to fight the enemies with all the strength I have left.My heart was pounding, not just from fear, but from something deeper, inside me."William, look at your back!" came a voice.I had no time to react when the voice brok
WILLIAM POVI stirred awake. Sunrise flashed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. I blinked slowly, stretching my body. As I heard the gentle breath of Alaana. My arms wrapped around her neck,her body pressed against me. her dark blonde hair spread out on the pillow as she slept peacefully. She was relaxed, not bothered about the storm waiting outside.My mind flashed back to what happened last night, between me and Alaana. How Alaana's hands were politely stroking my cock,the way she whispered my name. Now, the world looks different.Last night was filled with moans and confessions. I never thought I deserved her touch and love. But all my doubts were silenced by her kisses and confessions, with the way she had clung to me as if I was the air she needed to breathe.Last night was a night of love, of fantasies and promises. It was a moment of stolen love, and I feared it would not last.Now, watching her sleep, I felt unbearable pain.Today was the day. War awaits me
ALAANA POV I sat on the edge of my bed, my chest pounding so hard that i could ear it.The weight of my father's decree suffocated me.Tears filled my eyes as I imagined Williams on the battlefield. He was gentle and kind, dedicated to serving the Pack, not fighting. What he handled were mostly trays of food, not swords. How could he survive?I can recall how scared he was, the last time i looked into his eyes "Don't worry, Princess Alaana," he muttered, wiping away my tears with a shaky hand. "I'll get back to you.”But he was lying. I could see it in his eyes. He knew, as I did, that he wouldn't return.I placed my hand on my chest, where the Mate bond burned with uneasy agony. I could still feel him, distant, faint, but alive. It was the only thing that kept me from not falling apart completely.But how long will it last?I gritted my teeth. If my father would allow me to fight, I would have gone with him. I would protect him, fight alongside him. But my father will never agree.
WILLIAM POV I sat on a wooden bench outside the servant quarter, looking down at the dark path below my feet. I was overwhelmed by fear and doubt. War. It loomed over me like a dark cloud of dust.Swallowing hard, I placed both my hands on my head. I'm not a warrior. I have never trained or been to a battle ground before nor have I ever held a sword in my life.I let out a nervous breath. It wasn’t just the fear of death that tormented me, but knowing fully well that I have no chance of coming back alive. The warriors have undergone a series of training and have gone to war countless times, they were being trained from a young age and have a strong Wolf unlike me.Even the youngest warrior was stronger than me. How do I fight the enemy? Is it by waving the sword and seeking for mercy, not to be beheaded?The thought of dying on the battlefield, my body left among the dead soldiers, sent shivers down my spine. I rubbed my hair in frustration. Was there any way? Is there any way to retu