LOGINHer shoulders shook in anger, little puffs of air escaping her nostrils and lifting wayward strands from her hair into the air.
I stood mesmerized, held captive by this fragile but defiant beauty right in front of me.
“You have to forgive my family, my King”, she said.
I admit, I was annoyed when Alexander told me about the maids’ whisperings. I was going to get the Voss Family’s spare, the rumored unwanted daughter of the pack. Granted, hearing about Dahlia Voss didn’t incite any feelings even before I accepted Kieran’s marriage deal. It was the prospect of finally being done with my cabinet’s scheme to get me hitched that pushed me into welcoming Kieran’s forward plans for his family, and also for my own personal reasons.
And now this, throwing away his lesser daughter because I’m too what? Cruel to handle their “beloved” child? I didn't even know what to be more angry at. The fact that Kieran tried playing me or the fact that Ophelia kept calling me her king.
“It’s Rafael, Ophelia. You're not my servant” My head began to hurt. Being in her presence had my wolf restless. He couldn't smell her; this woman who was now supposedly ours. It was messing with his senses, and mine as well.
“Please, don’t punish my family for my insistence to wed you. My sister is so precious to me and I admit, the rumors going on about you swayed my father’s decision and caused me to offer myself willingly. It wasn’t a switch or an act of deceit. My father saw it as uttermost devotion to you, his daughter who eagerly accepted the Lycan King as hers.”
I was humored by her spiel. She hadn’t said much since we met and yet, she was lying for her family. Loyalty was clearly a strong concept to her, but in this instance, it was misplaced. I was aware that her family had forced her into marriage with me-– the unwanted daughter being made to wed the cruel King. I could almost laugh at that.
“What would you do for me?” I asked, a playing smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Her eyes snapped up to me, confusion lining her brows.
“If I was to cover up this deception and overlook your family’s blatant disrespect of my intellect. What would I get in return?”
From her shocked expression, I sensed she expected me to forgive her family simply because she asked. Despite being captured by her person, I wouldn’t let go of my principles.
“Business is business, Ophelia. I always put defaulters in their place, unless you give me something to make up for their actions”, I added.
“Anything you ask of me, Alpha…anything”, she said
My skin heated as I realized she had given me free reign over her.
“That’s too much ammunition to give someone over you, Little Dove”, I warned, despite being excited over her submission.
“If it’ll prove my devotion to you and remove any doubts you might be harboring about my family’s loyalty to you, then yes. It’s enough ammunition that I’m freely giving to you”
I considered her words for a moment, trying to place where her sense of devotion for these people stemmed from. I had heard the talks about Alpha Kieran’s illegitimate child —The deficit one; The mistake; Made to work like a regular servant in her own father’s house; Wolf less; Ugly.
The last was far from the truth though, as I had seen for myself. Her face was oval shaped, with dainty features that brought out a sort of elfish and serene beauty from her. Her lips were stained red; her eyes, the lushest green, with lashes thick and long.
“You’ll submit wholly and completely to me. No one should be aware of this transaction, that I’m hiding your parents’ faults-– or it’ll make me look weak”, I instructed.
She nodded eagerly at this, her eyes trained on me. “Whenever I call for you, you come running. When I demand silence from you, you pretend like your lips are nonexistent. And if I ask you to kneel-–”
My voice trailed off as her eyelids became heavy, her gaze flitting down till they brush the tips of my shoes. “---You kneel. You now belong to me, without question. Marriage or not.”
“You plan on backing out from the wedding?” she asked, her eyes looking wild as she tracked my pacing. “You can’t call it off, Rafael”, she continued.
I was pleased to hear my name on her lips. I lifted her chin, tilting her face to meet mine. “I’m never letting you go, little Dove. And if I have to get married to you to seal that for everyone else's doubts, I’ll do so. You now belong to me.”
She nodded quickly, a light sheen in her eyes.
“Rafael, thank you. I-– “ There came a knock on the door, causing her to stop mid speech. Whoever it was didn’t even wait for my allowance and instead, made his way into the room. My nose flared at my brother’s interruption, and my annoyance worsened when I noticed the way his gaze lingered too long on Ophelia before coming to meet mine.
“Alpha Kieran reminds that there are still a few legalities to be dealt with.”
I tried not to let Xander see my annoyance, smiling tightly at Ophelia. “You can head out now, Ophelia”, I said as I watched Ophelia leave the room.
When she got to the door, I caught Xander’s questioning look. So, I interjected before she left, just so she’d know that there could be no room for spilling our secret —“And remember, Ophelia. Just between us two.” She seemed to get it, as her eyes widened a bit while she proceeded to hurry out of the room.
Xander grunted once she was out of the room while giving me a black look. “Tell me you dealt with the problem and you’re actually getting married to the right sister”, he said as he casted a questionable gaze towards me.
“It doesn’t matter, Xan. Either way, we’re still going forward with the plan. We’re still going to make the Voss Family pay”, I said as I stared into the old lamp illuminating the room.
The Clash of KingsThe air split as Erebus lunged, his shadow-forged blade carving a jagged path toward me. I met it with steel, sparks flying as our swords collided. The force of the impact rattled through my bones, driving me back a step, but I planted my boots and shoved forward, refusing to give ground.The battlefield roared around us soldiers clashing, wolves snapping, guardians hurling fire but all of it blurred at the edges. There was only him. Only Erebus. His eyes burned with scarlet fire, and every strike carried the weight of centuries of darkness.“You were never meant to be king,” he sneered, his blade sliding dangerously close to my throat. “You’re nothing but a beast wearing a crown. A pretender.”I growled low in my chest, golden light sparking across my blade as the bond flared in me. “And yet here you are,” I snarled back, shoving him hard enough to make him stumble. “Bleeding from my hand.”Erebus only laughed, and the sound was wrong, hollow, echoing as if it came
The AftershockThe golden blaze of our bond burned itself into the battlefield and then withdrew, leaving silence behind. For a long heartbeat, nothing moved. My lungs fought for air, dragging in smoke and ash, every breath tasting of fire. My skin still buzzed where Rafael’s hand held mine, the memory of that living light carved into me like a brand.The world looked different now. The battlefield, once roaring with chaos, seemed to hold its breath. Wolves crouched, their ears pinned back, trembling in submission to something older and deeper than instinct. Soldiers stared wide eyed, grips slack on their weapons, as though caught between awe and terror. Even the guardians immense, ancient, carved from stone had bowed their heads, their molten seams glowing faintly in rhythm with the bond’s fading echo.I turned my head toward Rafael. He looked as exhausted as I felt blood streaked his jaw, soot marred his armor, and sweat dripped down his brow. But his eyes… his eyes blazed. Golden,
The world burned.Flames roared across the ridge, devouring wood, stone, and flesh alike. The air grew thick with smoke, the heat blistering against my skin. Soldiers stumbled back, coughing, shields raised not against steel, but against the inferno itself.And through the fire, he came.Erebus.Tall, cloaked in black that seemed woven from the night itself, he moved with a slow, deliberate stride, as though the battlefield bent to his will. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but when he lifted his head, eyes like burning coals pierced the haze, ancient and merciless.Rafael stepped forward, sword raised, every muscle taut with fury. The guardians themselves stilled, their molten eyes fixed on this singular figure, as though even they recognized his power.“Erebus!” Rafael’s voice rang out, hard as steel. “You dare set foot on Lycan soil?”The shadow king tilted his head, almost amused. His voice, when it came, was deep and resonant, echoing as if carried on the wind from every direc
Dawn broke not with sunlight, but with fire. The storm had passed, leaving the sky raw and bruised, streaked with crimson as if the heavens themselves bled for what was to come. Mist coiled across the valley, pale and ghostly, veiling the vast army that waited below.The drums had ceased. In their place came silence, the kind that made the hair on the back of my neck rise. Silence was worse than thunder it meant the enemy was ready.I stood on the ridge beside Rafael, my cloak heavy with dew, my fingers curled around the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thigh. Below us, soldiers shifted uneasily, shields raised, spears steady. Wolves padded restlessly at their sides, hackles raised, teeth bared.The guardians stood like mountains along the ridge, their stone bodies glowing faintly from within, eyes blazing like molten suns. Their presence filled the air with weight, as though the world itself held its breath.Rafael’s voice cut through the hush, steady and commanding. “Brothers, sist
The night was restless. Even after the bells fell silent and the great hall emptied, sleep did not come easily to the palace. Too many hearts beat too quickly, too many minds churned with dread of what dawn would bring.I walked the torchlit corridors, listening. From one chamber came the muffled prayers of a young archer whispering to the moon goddess. From another, a soldier’s quiet weeping, swiftly silenced when a comrade laid a steadying hand on his shoulder. Fear ran through the castle like a current, but so too did resolve.When I stepped out into the courtyard, the air was heavy with the scent of wet earth and steel. The rain had slowed, though thunder still grumbled above the mountains. Soldiers moved in precise formation under the glow of torches, their armor gleaming damply. In the distance, the silhouettes of the guardians loomed like jagged towers against the storm-lit horizon, immovable and eternal.Rafael stood at the center of it all, a pillar of iron-clad authority. Hi
The dawn crept slowly across the sky, painting it in muted shades of gray and pale gold. Yet for all its beauty, the morning felt wrong unsettled. The palace, usually vibrant with the calls of servants, merchants, and the rhythmic drills of soldiers, carried instead a stillness that pressed heavy on the soul.I moved through the courtyard, my steps echoing against the stone as I watched men and women don their armor with grim determination. The clinking of steel, the low murmurs of prayer, the tightening of straps and buckles all of it painted a picture of a people preparing to step into history.The scent of oil and leather clung to the air. Fires burned low in the training yards where the blacksmiths worked tirelessly through the night, their hammers striking sparks into the storm-dark morning. Banners rippled in the strengthening wind, their crests wolves and crowns symbols of loyalty and unity, even as fear gnawed quietly beneath.When I entered the war room, I found it already al







