LOGINLucien’s POV
The moon hasn’t risen, yet my wolf refuses to rest. Ever since she crossed the boundary of ShadowFang territory… everything inside me has shifted. My instincts have sharpened — dangerously. My control slips with every heartbeat. Aurelia. Her scent still lingers on my palm from that brief moment I caught her. Soft. Wild. Forbidden. I tried to ignore the pull — but even a monster like me is not immune to destiny. My Beta, Elias, clears his throat beside me. “You haven’t stopped pacing for hours, Alpha. The council is asking—” “I don’t care what they’re asking,” I snap, the air cracking with my power. Elias bows immediately, veins in his neck pulsing. Everyone fears me. It’s all I’ve ever known. But fear doesn’t interest me anymore. She does. That young girl… the one who didn’t tremble. The one who sensed the danger in me and still stood her ground like a queen born to command. And those eyes — So bright, Like it sees through me. I turn toward the castle walls. Behind them lies the sacred border every outsider fears. Smart creatures stay far away. But not her. “She’s not normal,” Elias finally says. “Her scent— I’ve never smelled magic like that.” Exactly. “She’s mine,” I murmur — not to Elias, not to the night — but to the universe that dared to bring her to me. “But Alpha—” Elias hesitates. “The prophecy warns—” “The prophecy can burn.” I am the strongest alpha in existence. The richest. The deadliest. The one entire kingdoms kneel to. Fate doesn’t control me. I take what I want. A violent throb pulses through my chest. The wolf claws for freedom, desperate to run to her. Mark her. Claim her. Protect her. Who is she really? A mortal girl… or the reason the monsters in the dark are finally stirring? Because tonight… something ancient woke up. A shiver cuts down my spine as a raven slams against the window, cawing a chilling warning. The shadows whisper a single name… Aurelia. I bare my fangs. Whether she is a blessing or a curse… whether she brings salvation or absolute ruin… She is already mine. And hell itself won’t take her from me. ---------- I stalk out onto the balcony, the cold air striking my skin like needles, but it only feeds the hunger twisting inside me. Below, my wolves train in the yard, unaware their king is unraveling. “Alpha.” Elias steps out behind me again, hesitant. “There was another sighting near the southern ridge.” My jaw tenses. “Of what?” He swallows. “A breach.” A low growl rolls from my chest. Not possible. ShadowFang territory is protected by blood magic — ancient, impenetrable. No creature crosses it without being ripped apart by the wards… unless… Unless they were let in. I turn slowly, eyes burning. “Show me.” ⚔️ Moments Later ⚔️ The forest is quiet. Too quiet. The type of silence that comes right before death pounces. Blood stains the snow. A scent of decay poisons the air. We find a guard — throat torn open, eyes blackened with dark magic corruption. Elias mutters a prayer. I crouch next to the corpse, fingertips brushing the corrupted wound. Power sparks beneath my skin. “This is Hellspawn work,” I say darkly. “Creatures that haven’t dared touch this land in centuries.” Elias pales. “They’re hunting something… or someone.” No. Not something. Her. My wolf snarls violently, ripping through my control like paper. I nearly shift right there — bones cracking beneath skin, hunger tearing into me. I drag myself back before the transformation completes — but only barely. “Find every outsider that entered tonight,” I command, voice roughened with feral fury. “I want them questioned. Tortured if necessary.” Elias nods quickly, rushing away with a team. I remain, staring into the darkened woods. The creatures of the underworld had smelled her magic too. They had followed her. They would keep following her. I cannot allow that. She knows nothing of our world — the wars, the blood, the monsters that obey no laws. She thinks she walked away from me tonight. But the truth is far different. She walked deeper into danger than she realizes. My eyes rise to the horizon. Her kingdom lies in that direction — glowing with false safety. I whisper her name again, letting the promise bind itself to fate: “Aurelia… I’m coming for you.” Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now. My wolf lunges within me — satisfied. Elias returns, breathless. “The horses are ready. The council demands an explanation—” “They’ll get none.” I drag my cloak around my shoulders. “I ride before the next moon.” Elias looks alarmed, but he bows. “May the goddess protect you, Alpha.” The goddess will protect no one if I lose her. This is more than instinct. More than desire. It’s prophecy. It’s war. It’s bond. And if fate thinks it can claim her first... I will tear fate apart with my bare hands. I leap onto my midnight stallion — a beast as wild and savage as the wolf inside me. The gates creak open. My wrath shakes the ground. The hunt begins.The floor surged beneath him like a living thing.Pain lanced through his skull—Seraphine did not move immediately.She watched him — not as a woman might look at a man, not as a prisoner at a captor, not even as an ally measuring resolve.She watched him like a ritual component deciding whether it would hold.Then she exhaled.“Lie down.”Lucien didn’t argue. He lowered himself back onto the thin mattress, every muscle protesting, the stone beneath it radiating cold through his bones.Seraphine stepped fully into the circle.The air changed the instant she crossed the boundary.Not colder. Not warmer.Denser.As if the world inside the ring existed under deeper water.She knelt beside him, close enough that he could smell her — jasmine, ash, iron, something wild underneath. Her hair fell forward like a dark curtain as she leaned over him, pressing her blood-stained palm flat against the center of his chest.Right above his heart.Lucien’s wolf surged violently at the contact — not i
Lucien woke to fire in his veins and the taste of iron at the back of his throat.For a long moment he did not move. He could not. His body felt pinned to the world by something heavier than weight — by gravity sharpened into a blade. Breath came shallow, dragging through lungs that felt scraped raw, as if he had been breathing smoke instead of air.Light flickered behind his eyelids.Not sunlight.Candlelight.When he forced his eyes open, the world resolved slowly, like paint bleeding into wet canvas. Stone ceiling. Shadows trembling across it. The faint smell of ash, herbs, and something older — something metallic and sacred at once.He was lying on a thin mattress placed directly on cold stone.Candles circled him.Dozens of them.Their flames burned an unnatural white-gold, steady despite the faint draft whispering through the chamber. Between them, carved into the floor, ran lines of dark ink and powdered silver, forming symbols that pulsed faintly — not with light exactly, but
Darkness did not fall.It was simply there.Not the gentle dark of night, not the peaceful hush beneath silver moonlight, but a vast, suffocating absence that seemed to swallow even the idea of sound. It stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and oppressive, pressing against Aurelia’s skin like cold water.She stood alone in it.Barefoot.Unarmed.Uncertain how long she had been there.The ground beneath her feet felt like ash — soft, shifting, warm in places and freezing in others. When she moved, it sighed, as though disturbed from an ancient sleep. Above her, there was no sky. No stars. No moon. Just a heavy, lightless void that gave nothing back.She tried to summon her power.Nothing came.Not the familiar hum beneath her skin. Not the flicker of silver light that had always answered her call. It was as though the Moon itself had turned its face away from her.Her chest tightened.“Lolli?” she called, her voice sounding too small, too human in the vast emptiness.No answer
The palace had never felt so hollow.Not quiet — hollow.As if something vital had been torn out of its heart, leaving behind only stone, shadow, and the echo of panic still clinging to the air. Servants moved like ghosts along the corridors. Guards spoke in murmurs. Every torch burned lower than usual, their flames wavering as though uncertain they were allowed to exist in such a fragile silence.At the center of it all lay Aurelia.Unmoving.Unreachable.Lucien had not left her side.Three healers had rotated through the chamber. Two had nearly collapsed from exhaustion. King Rowan himself had come and gone twice, issuing commands that rippled through the entire kingdom.None of it mattered.Because Aurelia had not woken.Lucien sat beside the bed, elbows braced on his knees, her hand trapped between both of his as if he could anchor her to this world by sheer force alone. Her skin was warm. Her breathing steady but faint.Too faint.His wolf paced inside him like a caged storm, cla
Lucien did not remember crossing the distance. One moment the chain was snapping toward Aurelia’s wrist, the next the world narrowed into red. Claws tore through air, through steel, through flesh. His impact hit the assassin mid-lunge with the force of a falling boulder. The man’s body slammed sideways into the shattered wall, stone exploding outward as bone gave way beneath Lucien’s weight. The glowing chain slipped from his grip—but not before its cold metal kissed Aurelia’s skin. The instant contact was made, the pulse went off. Not an explosion. Not light. Something worse. Aurelia gasped as if all the air had been ripped from her lungs at once. Her back arched violently, fingers clawing at nothing, a sound tearing from her throat that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a wolf’s cry either. Lucien spun, eyes wild, abandoning the dying assassin without a second thought. “AURELIA!” She staggered backward, boots scraping against fractured stone. Her power ignited—but wr
Damon stood alone in his quarters, the quiet hum of the palace barely reaching him as he leaned against the stone wall, his fingers playing with the edge of his glass. The amber liquid swirled within, catching the light, reflecting back his thoughts in the same way. His mind danced between the plans already set in motion—everything was falling into place. Aurelia suspected nothing, and that was what made it so perfect.Her power had been tested, weakened, and the resonance had done its work. She had no idea that she was already tangled in their web.The attack—well, that had been phase one.Now, phase two was coming into play. The subtle manipulation, the games with Lucien, and the inevitable result of his loyalty. Aurelia would come to rely on him. And in doing so, she'd fall right into Damon’s hands.He smiled faintly. The wolf in him stirred, knowing that everything was just within reach.—---Meanwhile—----Lucien had returned to the palace after a day filled with tense council mee







