LOGINStephanie POV
The man looked at me for a while before he looked ahead of me. I also looked at them and wondered why they can't just let me be. Just as I wanted to tell him that I don't know them, I saw him bow. I was shocked at first and I wondered how he knew the dragons. "I'm done with the meals," he said. The aroma of his food filled the whole place and my stomach reminded me that it was empty and I needed to fill it. That was when realization was done on me that I had walked into my strange mate camp. While I was trying to avoid them, I still walked with my legs to their camp. I bit my lower lip in regret but I didn't want to leave. The aroma of the food was just too much to resist for me to leave. "Feed the woman first," Davies said as if he knew I was hungry and walked away. I wondered if he could read minds or I was too obvious that I was already salivating at the aroma of the food I didn't even know. The guy standing was looking at me strangely. He must have been wondering where his boss got a woman. Well, I wasn't ready to get entangled with them and I've got my pride too. I wouldn't want them to see me as a freeloader. Moreover, I don't even know what Lycans feed on. They might have cooked humans for dinner, but I wasn't interested. "I'm not interested," I said bluntly and turned to leave. " You can't leave, " the guy said to me firmly. I frowned at him for using that time with me. " Why? " I retorted. "Because my...... My boss asked me to feed you. You can only leave if he says so," he said with a serious look. I didn't know what was wrong with him. He was acting like I was some hostage. I was really angry and I so much wanted to give him a piece of my mind. "Look here Mr-whatever your name is. Davies didn't capture me. In fact, I am his savior and I can leave at any will. I'm not interested in your food and I am not your captive!" I shouted at him not minding that my voice rang out in the wee hours of the morning. The guy gave me a mocking look when I said I saved him. He didn't believe me and that got me more angry. "You saved him?" He asked in disdain. "If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself, " I said between gritted teeth. What a prideful servant! I was almost exploding with anger. How could he think I was lying? Is Davies some kind of an almighty deity that can't be saved? "Jason, don't get the poor lady worked up. She's my benefactor and she should be treated well," I heard Davies's thick voice. It was then I noticed that he was already standing before me in a new pair of clothes. How swift was that? Looking at him in his pair of shorts and a round neck, he looked like a normal young man. Who could ever guess that he's a Lycan. He was looking so clean and handsome, he could have been mistaken for a rich billionaire in his house clothes. "I'm sorry Sir, I was only persuading her to stay," the guy called Jason said. Liar! I didn't know when he was persuading me and I rolled my eyes. "Even if you want to starve yourself, can you just pity the little one inside you?" Davies said bluntly. He seemed to be tired of my rebuffing. Why did he get tired so easily? The one who had promised to take care of me. I should have known that he couldn't be trusted. What he said gave me a guilty conscience. I knew that I shouldn't be suffering the innocent pup. He didn't know anything about what was going on around me and I still blame myself for bringing him into the world. If I hadn't gone to look for those pups, I might not have encountered the heartless Gregory, making me leave my pack. I even got myself in the same situation twice! I still find it hard to believe that I slept with Davies too and now I got myself pregnant. I unconsciously looked at my stomach and rubbed my hands gently on it. It still baffles me how Davies got to know about the pregnancy when I didn't know. "Fine, I would eat and stay for the night but I'll leave at first light of the day," I said plainly. Davies didn't say anything, he just went to the table that Jason was already setting. Seeing all the meals that were placed before him, I wondered where it came from. The food wasn't really what I expected. They were normal dishes that we even ate. I was actually expecting human hands or heads but it wasn't. I wasn't surprised by the meat but the remaining recipes of the food. The table was like it was for a King. Looking at the dishware, I know expensive dishes when I see them. It was never something to be expected to be seen in the hands of people who camped in the bush. It was too luxurious. Looking at him running from Seekers, he and his men must have stolen it from them. I was very sure that they can't afford such dishware. We all were in silence when Jason decided to speak. "Sir, did you chase the Seekers away?" He asked. Davies took a sip of water before he replied with a complicated look. It was as if he was trying to hide something and at the same time, he was trying to contain his anger. I think the former worked because I saw a faint smile on his face as he spoke, nonchalantly. "Those Seekers were tough and I almost got into trouble but was saved by this little woman. ," he replied, giving me a brief look. I gritted my teeth at him for calling me little but he gave me an indifferent look. What an ungrateful man he was. Did he forget what I went through all through the night? This man ravaged me as if he had been sex starved since he became a man and he dared call me little? I glared at him, clutching my fork tightly. "If you had allowed me to kill them......" Kilan, who hasn't said anything since we got into the camp, started to say but Davies interrupted him. "You are not killing anyone Kilan," he warned. " But Sir, if they find us, they will-" Kilan complained. One look from Davies made him shut up while wearing a grumbling look. There was this displeased look on Kilian’s face that made me think that he must like killing just like his name. I could feel that Davies was trying to hide something from me. Well, it's not my business because I would be leaving them soon. " I know what they want. I will sort them out at the right time. Let's just avoid them for now, their death time is not now," Davies said as he put a slice of meat in his mouth. Thinking back to the words of the Seekers of last night, could it be that they want Davies to mate with one of their females? But why? The Seekers always hunt Lycans to own them. Knowing how powerful they are, and the magic they can weld, they can be very useful. But then the Seekers had been looking for the Lycan King who was said to be a monstrous hybrid. If the King can be tamed, then every other Lycan would be under subjection. According to history, the Lycan King was a brute and before they could move close to him, hundreds of them were already gone. I even heard that many Seekers stayed away from him because of his brutality. There was only one sect that was a pain in his ass, though. But I have no idea who that sect was. "I've diverted their attention away from us for the main time and we can move our camp by tomorrow," Davies said. I was wondering why he wouldn't just go home. Was he an outcast? He must have offended his people to have casted him out. The remaining meals were eaten in silence and when we were done, Kilan and Jason cleaned the dishes. I wondered why they were treating him like some King. They are all Lycan rogues and he shouldn't act like a leader of a gang. "You should sleep in my tent," Davies broke into the silence. That was all he said and my heart skipped. " No, " I snapped. Davies looked at me for a while before he spoke. "Look, I know we are mates..." "We are not mates!" I interrupted him rudely. I don't want to remember that and he was constantly reminding me. That alone boosted my anger. I don't want to be mated to anyone again, I just wanted to be left alone. “ What about last night?" He asked, grinning. I could feel my cheeks heating up at his words. What the hell was he trying to tell me?Third Person POVThe sun rose over the pack territory like a molten crown, spilling golden light across the dense forest and the sprawling pack house below. Birds chirped as if they were celebrating the rare tranquility that had finally settled over the pack.The breeze carried the scent of pine and earth, mingling with the faint tang of wolf musk from the pack grounds. Alpha Gregory stood on the balcony, arms crossed, surveying the grounds with the sharp intensity that had earned him respect and fear among the pack members. Beside him, Stephanie adjusted the folds of her gown, her eyes scanning the horizon with a quiet sense of vigilance.It had been months since the chaos and yet the remnants of those days lingered in the air, in the way the trees whispered when the wind passed and in the silent glances exchanged by pack members. Gregory’s shoulders relaxed slightly as he glanced at Stephanie, his golden eyes softening.“You’re quieter than usual,” he remarked, his voice low but
Stephanie’s POVThe first time I noticed it, I thought it was a trick of the light. A shadow, a smudge, anything but what it truly was.I stood in front of the mirror in my chamber, the morning sun spilling in through the window and brushing over my skin. Pursing my lips, I tilted my head, pushing my hair aside and exposing the curve of my neck where Davies’ mark used to burn like a brand. Before now, it was always warm, pulsing, and alive. But now, it was faint and barely visible.It was now a ghost of what it once was.My breath hitched as I leaned closer to the mirror, my fingertips brushing the fading symbol.“No,” I whispered. “No, no, no…”It wasn’t supposed to disappear but yet, the reddish gold pattern that once glowed beneath my skin was dissolving like sand swept away by the tide.My knees weakened and I pressed a palm to the dresser to steady myself so I wouldn’t fall. “He’s really leaving me,” I murmured, the words thick on my tongue. “He’s really gone.” I gasped, grab
Davies’ POVI never realized silence could feel this loud.The battlefield had already been cleared, the scent of burned magic and spilled blood fading into the chill of the late evening air. Wolves were tending to their wounded. The dragons circling above had begun their slow descent back to their mountains. While all these were going on, the last remnants of the Seekers were being dragged away in chains.But none of that mattered. They were not compared to the weight in my chest nor was it compared to the small boy clutching my arm.My son, my blood, my heir.He was the only warmth cutting through the freezing hollowness inside me.Stephanie stood a few feet away. She was holding Gregory’s surviving twin, her other son. Her hair was tangled, her face bruised in places, dust and soot marking the lines beside her eyes. We were all battered and exhausted but she was radiant to me, in a way she should not have been because she was not mine to keep.I swallowed hard, trying to keep
Third-person POVThe black sun of the ritual day rose like a bruise in the sky.Clouds churned in unnatural spirals above the Seekers’ fortress, thick with magic as the air trembled with the pressure of a spell that had taken decades to perfect. The ground itself hummed, low, eerie and vibrating like the slow pulse of a dying beast. The scent of sulfur and burnt herbs drifted through the battlefield, where hundreds of hooded Seekers moved in coordinated circles around their towering stone altar.On it lay the child.Davies’ son, small and still, was bound by glowing sigils that clung to his skin like living scars.The elderly Seeker, who was wearing a black robe, stood at the peak of the ritual platform with his palms raised. His voice rumbled beneath his breath, dark incantations twisting through the air like serpents.“Prepare the vessel,” he commanded. Hidden beyond the ridge, the allied armies of dragons, lycans and wolves watched.In the forefront stood Davies, breathing like
Third-Person POVThe forest trembled under the weight of war.Night had long surrendered to dawn and dawn had surrendered to dusk, yet the fighting persisted. It was endless, merciless and unrelenting. For three days and three nights, the alliance of wolves, dragons, and loyal warriors carved through the Seeker’s labyrinth of traps and illusions.The air was thick with smoke and old magic; the earth pulsed with the residue of dark spells. Every inch of terrain was a battlefield and at the center of that storm was Davies fighting with a desperation that bordered on feral.His dragon fire scorched through the night sky, lighting up the Seeker’s compound like a broken constellation. He moved with a singular purpose, cutting down enemies with brutal precision. But there was a wildness in his eyes that was untamed, wounded and frantic.His son was still missing.No one had to ask what that meant to him. It was etched into every movement he made.Beside him, Gregory fought like a shadow
Davies’ POV The first thing I noticed when consciousness clawed its way back into me was the cold. It was not the kind that bites at skin or rattles bones, this one was stale, and heavy. It felt like the kind of cold that lived inside the walls, a cold that whispered that hope had no business here. My wrists burned with chains that were not ordinary. I could feel the faint prickle of spell-metal, an alloy forged with ground obsidian, raven bone, and cursed blood. The chain was used by witches or Seekers. My jaw tightened at the word; Seekers. Because it meant everything I feared was already in motion. I lifted my head, my vision adjusting to the dim, flickering torchlight. The room was wide, circular, and carved out of what looked like black stone. Old symbols were etched along the walls making every instinct inside me growl in warning. Then I heard it, a soft whimper that made my heart nearly split open. “Ryder,” I whispered. My son lay curled on the ground a few meters







