Something wasn't right. I knew it long before I opened my eyes. Something bad, something I didn't want to remember, had happened and it was waiting for me on the other side of wakefulness. And though my subconscious tried to protect me from the pain that waited for me on the other side, my body was already resuming its normal functions without any prompting from me. My eyes sprang open. I immediately squinted at the bright lights overhead.
I sat up quickly, too quickly. The room spun for a moment, then steadied. I groaned as my fingers touched a raised bump at the back of my head. The bump immediately brought everything into clear, sharp focus. I remembered trying to run away from the huge men. I remembered Lora screaming for me to be caught while my father looked on. I remembered being grabbed and knocked out cold. I whimpered in fright. That meant I was in Alpha Ryder's pack now. I took in my surroundings. I was in a small room, sitting on a single sofa. The only window here had bars. Was I some sort of prisoner then? Was Alpha Ryder already angry with me for trying to run away? Lora's words echoed in my head. "Alpha Ryder is a ruthless man... There are rumors, terrible rumors of what he does to people who make him angry." I put my hands in front of my face and saw that they had begun to shake. But there was no one in the room with me. Perhaps I could still escape. My gaze darted to the door and just before I could make a move towards it, it opened. The biggest man I had ever met walked in. Apart from his build, his face was breathtaking. Nearly overlong lashes framed his vivid green eyes, while a tousled thatch of glossy, black hair framed his handsome face. We stared at each other for a long moment. "Finally. You're awake," he said in a deep rumbling voice only a man of that build would have. Seeing him sucked my breath away. I was transported back to the night of the mating ceremony. I felt an inexplicable pull towards him as though my life had been leading to all this moment. My wolf stirred within me, claiming him as her mate. I gasped at the realization that this man, whoever he was, was my second chance mate. "I was beginning to think that my people hit you a little too hard," he continued. "You may have guessed who I am, or maybe not," he amended as he took in my still-wondering expression. "I am Alpha Ryder." I gasped again. I didn't think I was capable of normal speech just yet. Ryder? This was Alpha Ryder? I had heard of him. Everyone in my pack had heard of him. Everyone said he was a savage, cruel man. How could a man everyone thought of as a beast be so devastatingly handsome? And why was he acting as though he couldn't sense our mate bond? I was curling my hands into fists to keep from launching myself into his arms. So far I was succeeding, but my wolf was by far harder to control. "Alpha," I said breathlessly. Then I paused as I tried to marshal my thoughts into words. He merely raised a brow, watching me struggle. Apart from the fact that he was completely disregarding our mate bond, he was also more than a little intimidating. "Alpha, don't you... feel it? The- the bond? The mate bond?" He was quiet for a long moment and I thought he wouldn't answer. "I suppose I need to make some things very clear," he said. "Firstly, you are not here to relax, to be at ease." He looked meaningfully at the sofa I was still sitting on. "Secondly, you will be working in my pack as a slave to pay back the money your father owes me. Yes, a slave," he acted, reacting to my startled look. He kept looking me over, like I was a particularly good specie of cow he wanted to trade. "As for the bond you mentioned, it's quite laughable that you would think for a moment that I would claim you as my mate. Kiara, you aren't even worthy to be a member of my pack in the first place. Did you get that?" I simply stared at him, as my brain desperately tried to play catch-up with my ears. "I said, did you get that?" he repeated a note of menace in his voice. He took half a step towards me. His eyes flashed and burned. It was at that moment I knew why people referred to him as a dangerous man. Fear pooled in my stomach. I nodded twice jerkily. "Yes, Alpha," I squeaked. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he stared down at me. "You will find that I expect prompt answers whenever I ask you a question. And like I said, completely erase the notion of a union between us because that will never happen." He was almost at the door before he turned once more. "I hope for your sake that you're physically strong enough to work. I have no patience for weaklings." The door clicked shut behind him and the tears I had been desperately holding back spilled over. I buried my face in my hands as I wept uncontrollably. What was wrong with me? I had been rejected by my first mate and turned into a slave by the other. What had I done in my past life for the moon goddess to punish me so cruelly? I nearly fell off the bed when I heard the door open again, thinking Alpha Ryder had returned. I quickly wiped my teary eyes and looked up. Another devastatingly handsome man had walked in. He was staring right at me. For the third time, I felt that this stranger was a missing part of me, the part that kept me whole. 'Mate,' my wolf screamed.KiaraThe moon had never looked so harsh. The goddess must have known that she had lost a special one. A man who cared for many. A man who loved me with all my flaws. The moon hung so low like she wanted to kiss the casket of her special creation. The air stood still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and candlemist. The pack had gathered in silence, their faces a sea of bowed heads and quiet grief.We buried Brandon beneath at the back of the manor, right under the terrace where he stayed almost every night when he wanted to think, when he wanted to be alone but not lonely. The spot was picked by Ryder and it felt right. It felt peaceful for his soul. Maybe too peaceful for a man who had died with so much rage in him.I stood beside Ryder, trying to breathe, trying to keep my knees from giving out. My fingers were clenched around the lily flower I held. I had plucked it this morning from the garden, meaning to lay it on his coffin, but for some reason, the petals wilted. Turnin
ErinaEverything felt perfect. Kiara’s misery, her sorrow, her loss. Watching her in so much pain makes my heart blossom. The time I had my lick back is finally near. But as it is, something must come up. The news came at the crack of dawn.I had not even finished buttoning my dress when one of Eaton’s guards stumbled into my room. His face was pale like that of his master and his eyes stood wide open like he had just seen his ancestors with them. “He accepted it,” he said panting. “The duel. Ryder challenged him at first light and he agreed.”Reasons like these were why I had to keep an eye on him through his guards because I knew he would act out. The news hit me like a bomb, and for a second, I could not move. The brush in my hand slipped, hitting the floor with a sharp click.“He what?”“Eaton agreed,” the man stammered. “They will meet at dusk..at the grounds by the old temple.”The room tilted. My pulse was suddenly everywhere; my throat, wrists, and behin
KiaraI felt a sharp pain in my chest When I woke, the rain had quieted to a soft tapping against the window. The candle had long burned out, leaving only the gray light of dawn. Ryder sat on the edge of the bed again, his back to me, shoulders still and heavy. His hands were clasped in front of him, and for a moment I thought he was praying.There was blood under his nails. I didn’t know if it was from the funeral fire or from the hours he had spent gripping his own palms too tightly. The sight of it hurt more than the ache in my ribs.“Ryder.” My voice sounded small in the dim room.He turned slightly, just enough that I could see the profile of his face. I could see the lines that had not been there a month ago, and the exhaustion that clung to him like smoke was present. “You should keep sleeping,” he said. “It is early.”“You weren’t.”He gave a tired half-smile. “I couldn’t.”I pushed myself upright, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders. “You didn’
Ryder The house was silent when I came in from the courtyard. Even the wind seemed to have lost its voice. Brandon’s funeral still clung in my memory, the scent of smoke and wildflowers clinging to my clothes no matter how many times I washed my hands. Kiara sat near the window, her knees drawn up, a single candle burning beside her. Its flame swayed when I closed the door behind me. She didn’t look at me at first, and I didn’t blame her. Everything I touched lately seemed to break. I took a breath before finally speaking. “You should rest.” She shook her head, her hair falling across her shoulder. “So should you.” I wanted to tell her that sleep was a luxury for the living, but the words caught in my throat. Instead I crossed the room and stopped a few paces behind her, afraid that if I stood any closer, I might not find the strength to leave when morning came. The moonlight caught on her wrist, the faint silver mark of our bond pulsing softly beneath her skin. I reac
KiaraThe world wakes before I do. The same way it has been for days. I can feel it through the thin veil of sleep. When my eyes open, everything is brighter than it should be. The ceiling glows differently, a reflection of morning light that feels too pure, almost sacred. The air smells of rain even though it has not fallen in days.Ryder told me once that when power leaves a body in grief, it marks the land. “Grief doesn’t just go away,” he said, and glancing at the way the curtains dance with no rhythm of the breeze, I think I understand what he meant.I sit up slowly in the bed. My muscles felt stiff, my head heavy, and my sight foggy. The monitor beside me hums a slow, steady beat, proving that I am still here. Alive. A cup of water waits on the bedside table. I drink, and it tastes faintly of metal and moonlight. Everything does now.Outside my window, the forest glows. I can see vines twisting higher than they should, flowers blooming in the wrong season, leaves
KiaraThe world ends. It stood still, staring right into my soul in silence.Not in a way that is jolly or kind, but in a manner that steals the sound from your throat and leaves you hollow.One moment, I am standing in the clearing with the wind against my face; the next, everything goes white. And when the light fades, I am on my knees, cradling him. Begging him to fight even harder. His eyes are still open, faintly dazed, like he is trying to tell me it is alright. He still cares for me at this state. He still wanted to reassure me, he always has. But the words don’t come, and my mind refuses to understand what my heart already knows.“Stay with me,” I whisper, shaking my head, my voice breaking. “You are alright. You will be fine. Please just… just stay.”The forest answers with quietness. Even the night creatures seem to bow in quiet grief. The crickets went silent. The birds had stopped singing. Something warm clings to my hands, and for a heartbeat, I can not breathe