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Sebastian woke up earlier than expected, even though that was not what he wanted. He longed to spend more time in bed, holding Ara in his arms. But an enemy was at large and on his land. Their territory was known for being barbaricârogues and beast-likeâso some sought alliances with them for protection. Kalis was one of those who had done so. However, their alliance was unlike any other. Both Sebastian and Kalis were powerful alphas of two massive wolf packs, and neither was willing to surrender to the other. This led to disputes now and then. Kalis had come for a visit after hearing rumors that Sebastian, who rarely purchased anything, had bought a betaâsomething unheard of. Curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to uncover what or who had piqued the interest of the cold-hearted barbarian alpha. Unfortunately for him, Sebastian was not pleased with this unannounced visit. Without hesitation, he summoned an urgent meeting, calling all his pack members together. Sebastianâ
The grand hall was filled with the flickering lights, the sun casting it's lights like a shadow on the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. At the center of the room stood Sebastian, his beautiful long White hair dressed behind him in his seat. His piercing green eyes scanned the faces of the council members, each one a formidable figure in their own right. His mind troubled, feeling the uneasiness of his council. Their questionable look and all thanks to Kalis. Kalis , he lifted his head after the apology. His tall figure was the most admirable. underneath that beautiful face of his , there was sneed that only meant trouble. He began to question Sebastian again. "Sebastian," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "you claim to lead us, yet you hesitate when it comes to dealing with our enemies. How can we trust you to protect our interests?" The prophecy is not only the elites enemy but ours to" Sebastian's jaw tightened,
Araâs POVâI need to ease myself, and I canât do that with you on me,â I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.The maid raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with skepticism. âYou said you wanted to explore the town, and now you want to ease yourself? Hmm, MissâĶââVoldine,â I finished for her, my voice steady.âVoldine,â she repeated, tilting her head as if the name rang a faint bell. âHmm, that name sounds familiar, but it doesnât matter. This is an order from our leader, I canât go against it.âI sighed, disappointment settling in. My escape plan wasnât going as smoothly as Iâd hoped. To make matters worse, I couldnât even remember what had happened yesterday. It was all a blur, like Iâd been in some kind of heat-induced haze.I paused, realizing my thoughts were spiraling. Get it together, Ara.The maidâs voice snapped me back to reality. âAi, I hope youâre not in too much shock just because I didnât do your bidding.âI shook my head. It was clear she didnât like me. Her gaze
"A Red-Haired Woman""Is she a Promas?" someone whispered."Thatâs impossible. Theyâve been gone for so long, no one even knows if they still exist," another voice replied.Ara was closer to the tavern now, and she could hear the murmurs and whispers behind her. Her appearance was drawing attention, and she knew it. She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, and stepped inside the tavern.The moment she entered, everyone turned to look at her. The scene before her was chaoticâmen and women drinking, laughing, and dancing, some even half-naked. But as soon as she walked in, everything came to a halt.She gulped, not expecting such a reaction. She knew she had to keep moving forward, but the air was thick with the pheromones of Alphas, making it harder for her to think clearly. She had to stay strong if she wanted to avoid being captured by the men staring at her.Ara made her way to the counter and took a seat. As soon as she did, the music and dancing resumed, and she finally fel
Finally, I managed to escape the tavern with Sebastianâs help. He was undeniably strongâhis presence alone spoke volumes. The moment he stepped into the tavern, the atmosphere shifted, and everyone seemed to fall under his command. I couldnât help but notice the way he carried himself, exuding power and confidence. For a brief moment, fear gripped me as I watched the tall, bulky man collapse, choking on his own blood. But when Sebastian extended his hand to me, that fear melted into admiration. He treated me like a princess, gently taking my hand and guiding me out of the chaos. âMy lady,â he called me, his voice smooth and flattering. I hadnât expected such courtesy. Once we were outside, I finally got a proper look at him. There was something oddly familiar about him, though I couldnât quite place where Iâd seen him before. He initiated a conversation, and I considered asking for his help. But before I could, his demeanor shifted. He pulled me close, his grip firm. I i
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped for air, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my face. I turned my head left and right, trying to orient myself.On my right stood an angry woman, her piercing glare fixed on me."You're finally awake," she spat. Her voice triggered a flood of memories from the previous night.I gulped. Even after losing consciousness, I had continued to thrust into her, driven by some primal urge. I had done whatever I wanted, and it still hadnât been enough. Iâd even chained her up. She must despise me more than ever now."Do you mind taking off these chains? I hate being tied up like an animal," she growled, her voice laced with venom.I sighed and got to my feet. As I turned to face her, she quickly covered her eyes, recoiling at my nakedness.I shook my head. "Why cover your eyes? You swallowed every inch of me last night. Why act shy now?""Pervert! Release me right now!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger.I ignored her, grabbed some clothes to c
The Black Moon PackNotice: Sexual content (MxM). Read with caution.Brago was in a foul mood after a heated argument with his council. They had vehemently opposed his decision to call upon the Elite Pack, refusing to listen to his reasoning no matter how passionately he argued. Frustrated and furious, he sought solace in a more carnal distraction.He summoned his finest omegas, both male and female, lining them up before him. Franco stood dutifully at his side.âFranco,â Brago began, his voice low and commanding, âwho among them do you find beautiful?âFranco hesitated, his eyes scanning the line of omegas before he sighed and replied, âNone.âBrago raised an eyebrow, surprised. âWhat? None? They are all pleasing to the eye. Why claim none?âSuddenly, Franco stepped forward, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. He bowed deeply, his voice soft but firm. âI am more than worthy to serve you, Brago.âBrago was taken aback by Francoâs sudden boldness. This wasnât the first time they had
Brago finally snapped out of his daze, his cheek stinging from the force of Kalisâs blow. He clenched his fists, his instincts screaming at him to retaliate, but one sharp glare from Kalis froze him in place. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.âDonât even think about it,â Kalis growled, his voice low and dangerous. âYou deserved thatâand more, you imbecile. I told you that if you ever decided to do anything, I should be the first to know. But of course, you went ahead and did whatever you wanted, didnât you?âBrago blinked, confusion flickering across his face. âHuh? What are you talking about?âKalisâs eyes narrowed, his frustration palpable. âIâm talking about the elite unit you called. Did you really think I wouldnât find out?âBragoâs heart skipped a beat. His jaw tightened, and his fists trembled at his sides. âWhat? How the hell did you find out?â he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and shock.He had been so careful, so sure his plans were hidden
Present:Sebastianâs POVâAhh!â I gasped as I woke up, my head spinning and vision blurry.âSeb, youâre finally awake,â I heard Gargathâs voice from a distance.I blinked. âAye, are you alright?â His voice was clearer now.I looked upâhe was standing in front of me. His voice trembled. He was worried.âW-What happened?â I asked.âYou fainted. We brought you to your chambers. You need rest, so donâtââI could hear him clearly now. My vision had returned. And suddenly, I remembered why we were here.It was the game. I had fainted because of the pain in my chest.I grabbed Gargathâs hand. âWhat about the game?âHe hesitated. âAye... itâs almost over.ââWhat about AraâI mean, the red-haired?âHe sighed and shook his head. I let go instantly.My chest felt heavy. No. It couldnât be. She couldnât be dead. We were connected.If she were dead, Iâd be dead too. So she must be alive. Or... maybe she ran away.She used this chance to run. She tricked me. She left meâagain.ThatââSeb. Seb,â Garg
A man burst into Ragnorâs chamber, haggard and nearly out of breath.âMy king, wake up!âThe king stirred, annoyed by the intrusion. He turned, pulling the sheets over Hulda beside him.âHow dare he wake me? What could be more important than my rest?â he growled.The man dropped to his knees, bowing low. âForgive me, my king, but there is urgent news.â His eyes flicked toward Hulda, who had pulled the sheet from her head and now sat up.Ragnor noticed the glance and stood, covering himself. He stormed over and grabbed the man by the neck.âYou fool! You dare lay your eyesâ!âBut before he could finish, the chamber doors slammed open again. More men entered, swords drawnâaimed not at Ragnor, but at Hulda.Ragnor let go of the man and turned sharply.âWhat is the meaning of this?!â he barked.One warrior stepped forward. âMy king, stay away from her. She carries ill intentions toward you.âRagnorâs face twisted with fury. âWhat madness is this?! Who dares accuse her?! You enter my room w
Past.. 1000 AD Notice: Sensual content ahead, read with caution. Hulda faced off her enemies head on. She fought vigorously and defeated many of the participating. After long battle. Hee emerged victorious. King Ragnor couldnât hold back his excitement. Finally no one could come between them. They could finally be together. No options, since she won the heart of them audience. VIKRONâĶ King Ragnorâs room. The torches flickered low in the royal room of king Ragnor. Casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of spiced wine and the heady perfume of desire. King Ragnor permitted for the servants to service his room. Make it look attractive and surreal. The servants did as they were told. Collected the finest perfumes and wolves skins. The wooden bed covered in fur. White. He stood by the arched window, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlight, his green eyes emitting such eagerness. His heart pounding as the heavy w
The horse kept talking about remembering and stuff i couldnât comprehend. His voice unfamiliar, feminine. His gaze unnervingly still watched me with eyes too knowing to belong to an animal. "Remember your past, Ara. That is the only way to win Sebastian Knightâs heart." he said like he knew my purpose of being in the game. I wondered. âHow did..â âAs I said earlier, I am here to help nothing more. You need to remember the memories you have chosen to forgetâ Its voice was smooth, like wind through the trees, yet it sent a shiver down my spine. I blinked hard, squeezing my eyes shut. âThis must be a dreamâ I muttered to myself. This is a dream. It has to be. When I opened them again, the horse hadnât moved. âWhat memories, are you in my dream or maybe I am still dreamingâ âListen to me I donât have much time Araâ He knew my name and called it once more. âI am here to helpâ âI donât even believe in you,â I muttered, more to myself than to it. The horse exhaled, a sound al
In the ash-gray dawn, wind whispered through the trees like spirits speaking in lost tongues. âWe need to split,â Franco whispered. âI disagree,â Rose said, eyes sharp. âSame here,â Ara nodded, her voice low like thunder before the storm. But their words shattered, for steel clashed aheadâtwo groups, charging, roaring, blades singing. The fight was wild. Not one soul gave ground. They fought like beasts. But one side had to break. One did. When the blood mist cleared, only three walked from the wreckâsilent, breathless. Franco, Rose, and Ara watched, horror in their eyes. Franco once held a sword like a king held a crown. But those days were behind. He had crawled to Bragoâs side, left battle for politics, and now his blade arm was slow, soft. He would not survive hand-to-hand. âThey failed, like the others,â a voice rang. Freda. She stepped through smoke and bone, flanked by wolvesâAlphas and Betas, fierce, fanged, loyal. Ara raised her hand, gesturing to Rose a
Araâs POV The gods must still look upon me with some favorâfor I had not drawn attention. Not yet. But the forest screamed. I could hear the cries of others in the distance, sharp and raw, carried by the wind. And worseâĶ I could smell themâdormant Alphas. Their scent was sour, primal. Disgusting. Still, I had no choice but to bear it. I pressed crushed herbs to my neck, masking my scent. An Omega must hide, not shine. I gripped my bow tight. The string hummed softly. No close combatâIâd lose before I even had a chance to strike. ThenâĶ footsteps. Quick, heavy. I ducked behind a thick tree, breath tight in my chest. From behind the branches, I saw her. A womanâtall, sharp-eyed. Black hair like nightfall, eyes like a frost sea. Her voice was silk and steel. âSlay as many as you can,â she said to the two men beside her. âAnd your reward shall be a night with me.â A cruel grin touched her lips. I recognized the first manâan Alpha with a dark tattoo etched across his arm. I had
NOTICE: Sexual abuse and high violence scenes read with caution. The forest sprawled like a burial ground, thick with shadows. Over three hundred participants swarmed beneath its canopy, hunting and hunted. Alphas unleashed pheromones to assert dominance. Omegas wielded charms to survive, while Betas scrambled for scraps of safety. Some had formed temporary packs, though alliances frayed like rotting thread. Soon, even comrades would turn on one another. fanco trudged beside Rose, though âteammateâ was too generous a term. Roseâs defiance crackled like static. âYou shouldnât have followed me here,â Rose snapped. Franco scanned the trees, jaw tight. âYou think I wanted to? Stay close.â âIf youâre so reluctant, then leave! Iâll make a fine feast for the Alphas.â Franco whirled on him. âIâm sick of this act. Being Bragoâs favorite doesnât mean Iâll cater to your whims.â Rose barked a laugh. âHis favorite? Who does he summon every night? He fought to keep you out
Ara's POVI stood again in the arena of blades, where blood-soaked earth remembers all who dared step within. The stench, sharp as a broken promise, struck my senses.It was just as I rememberedâthe cries of the crowd, the roar of warriors.But this was no homecoming.I alone bore bow and arrow. No sword. No axe. No iron fang to clash with theirs. They laughed then, and they laugh still. Fools. Or maybe it is I who was fooled.I thought it a game. A test of bravery. Not this. Not death in the dirt.And himâSebastian. I dared not meet his eyes. Shame is heavier than any shield.What fool enters a war of blades with feathered sticks?Would I survive long enough to make my plea? Would he remember me when I fallâif I fall?I shook the thought like snow from my shoulders. Of course he would. He is to be wed soon. And Iâwhat am I but a fallen leader of a broken village?He is loved. And he loves them in return. His people. His duty. Not me.But when he spoke , Gods, when he spoke my
Gargath stood tall, troubled by Vaxarâs strange stillness. Her eyes did not storm, her voice did not rise. She made no quarrel with Sebastian for allowing Ara to join the sacred games. And to Gargath, this was not right. He stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "VaxarâĶ have I asked a foolish thing?" She smiled, cold and knowing. "Not foolish, Gargath. Just amusing. You see me as the villain if I agree, and still the villain if I do not." His eyes narrowed. "You've done something, havenât you? I know you, Vaxar. No realm in all the nine worlds would find you pleased for Araâs joy. You hate her. We all know it." Her face hardened. "I do not hate her. I bear her no ill." "Oh, spare me that tale," Gargath snapped. She stepped closer, her voice a whisper meant to strike. "Would you have me raise sword against the Alpha himself? You all would rise like a pack of wolves and tear me down. I wasnât prepared for thatâĶ not yet." "Then why send Crystal to the maidens i