Her 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 drums still echoed in my bones long after the ritual ended.I had grown up hearing tales of the Crescent Flame and the Phoenix Rising, of prophecies buried beneath blood and stone, but never once did I think those myths would manifest in my lifetime or that my son would become their centerEzren slept soundly now, curled between worn furs and moonstone charms in the quiet sanctuary we prepared for him. I stood beside him, watching his chest rise and fall, each breath a prayer. I wasn’t ready to lose him not to fate, not to war, not to prophecy.A hand gently touched my shoulder. Rafael. Silent, but always present when I needed him most."You haven’t rested," he said.I shook my head. “Neither has the world.”He didn’t argue. He simply stood beside me, our silence saying more than any words.Outside, the wind carried a different scent woodsmoke and steel. Soldiers from the western packs had begun to arrive. Banners flew high, unfamiliar sigils next to our own. Wolves we hadn’t seen
The moment Elira declared herself, everything in me snapped into focus. She looked like Ophelia, yes but something colder lived behind her eyes. Not pain. Not grief. Strategy. Purpose.Her wolves surrounded us, but they did not attack. Not yet.I moved closer to Ophelia, close enough that our shoulders touched. My fingers grazed the hilt of my sword, but her calm presence steadied me."What exactly do you want, Elira?" I asked, voice low.Her lips curled, the fire behind her casting long shadows over her pale face. "Recognition. Truth. My rightful place. I want the world to remember who I am.""You want a throne that no longer exists," Ophelia replied. "You want to rule ashes."Elira's smile faltered for a fraction of a second. Then she raised her chin. "You don't understand what was lost. You were never meant to be the one."The wind picked up, whirling around us like a warning. The tension crackled like kindling waiting to ignite."And you were?" I challenged. "Hiding in shadows whi
The fire crackled behind me as I stood before the Moonstone Council once more. The great hall, now rebuilt with new stones and sacred ash, pulsed with renewed energy. There were no thrones only seats, all equal, all facing each other.Ezren sat beside me, sleepy-eyed but attentive, a parchment in his lap where he doodled stars and wolves with half a mind to magic. Rafael stood just behind, a constant presence my shield and my anchor."We've received word from the Northern Ridge," I began, my voice strong but steady. "A faction of Crescent loyalists has gathered there. They refuse to recognize our peace accords."A murmur rose from the circle. Councilors exchanged glances. Fear. Weariness. A familiar tension.Rafael stepped forward, eyes scanning the room. "We do not seek another war, but we will not allow oppression to fester. If they raise blades, we will defend. But we will try words first."An elder wolfess to my right Councilor Maren nodded slowly. "Let them be given a choice. The
The scent of scorched earth still clung to the air as we stood at the edge of the battlefield. Ophelia’s flames had died down, but her power hadn't. She stood tall beside me, Ezren between us, our hands joined not just in union, but in defiance.From beyond the smoke, the Crescent army advanced. At least a hundred soldiers, their eyes glowing silver, their weapons drawn. Behind them, the Crescent Alpha Leoric emerged. Regal, calculating, and cruel. He was the last of the old regime, the architect of our downfall, and the man who had once tried to destroy everything we built.Ophelia shifted her stance, her crown reigniting. "He’s not just here to threaten us. He’s here to end this."I growled low. "Then let’s end it on our terms."We stepped forward together.Leoric raised his hand, halting his warriors. "So, the queen of fire finally reveals herself. And with a child, no less. A family reunion... how quaint."I bared my teeth. "Choose your next words carefully."He smirked. "You f
The fire still lingered in my eyes, long after we left the Spiral’s threshold. It wasn't just the glow of the Lycan Flame it was Ophelia. She walked ahead, blade on her back, the crown of fire hovering just above her in quiet reverence. She didn’t need armor. She was the storm.I followed her into the veil, where the air shimmered like fractured glass. The Spiral had shifted us. No longer beneath the earth, we stood on the edge of our world and another. The skies churned with storm clouds, and the winds carried the scent of prophecy.Ophelia said nothing. Her silence was not empty; it was heavy, expectant.I had so many questions. About what she saw. About who she had become.But one truth pulsed louder than the rest: she was not the same woman I led into the Spiral. She was more. And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel like her protector. I felt like her equal maybe even her follower.She turned to me, and her eyes no longer just violet, but streaked with burning go
1: The Threshold of BecomingThe staircase coiled upward like a serpent made of black crystal. Every step hummed beneath my feet, vibrating with a song I couldn't hear, only feel. It wasn't music it was memory. The Spiral realm wasn't just testing me. It was remembering me. Holding my every joy, my every grief, like a pulse echoing through stone.With every step, the fire within me grew steadier.Rafael followed behind. Silent, alert. His presence was no longer just protection. He was watching me the way one watches the moon rise after a long night with awe, and a hint of fear.The higher we climbed, the brighter the light became. It wasn’t sunlight, not exactly. It was radiant, like soullight the kind of glow that didn’t illuminate objects but truths.We reached the threshold.A great archway loomed ahead, carved with unfamiliar runes, its surface laced with gold veins. It pulsed once, then split open. The chamber beyond was vast like standing at the edge of the universe. Stars