EMMELINEUgh. This day started off on the wrong freakin' foot and just kept nosediving. I woke up starving, ready to demolish a stack of pancakes, only to find my breakfast…gone. Vanished. Poof.Either eaten or tossed in the trash. Nobody seemed to know, or care, which. The empty plate just sat there mocking me.My first suspect? Olivia, of course. That girl has been a thorn in my side since she arrived.I marched right up to her, not even bothering to put on a fake smile. “Did you have anything to do with my missing breakfast?”She gave me this condescending sneer, the kind that makes you want to punch a wall. “Please, Molly. You’re way too irrelevant for me to waste my time on.”The urge to slap that smirk off her face was strong. But I held back. For now. “Fine,” I muttered, heading to the kitchen. “More for me, then.” I told the cook to whip me up something else, trying to ignore the simmering rage in my belly.But things just escalated. Hours later, I went to grab my clothes
EMMELINEFinally. Good riddance to Olivia and her batty grandmother. Now that they were gone, Darius and I could finally get back to business.I knocked twice on Darius’s door before pushing it open. No point waiting—he was expecting me.He sat behind his massive desk, looking far more relaxed than he had in days. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and for the first time in a while, there was no tension in his shoulders. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was actually in a good mood."Sit," he said, gesturing toward the chair opposite him.I settled into the plush seat, crossing my legs as I studied him.“I’m happy they’re gone,” he admitted, a genuine smile playing on his lips.I let out a breath, nodding. “Me too. Your aunt was terrifying and I was so scared she’d figure out the truth.” His lips twitched in amusement. “She’s certainly something.”“She was a lot, but Olivia? Ugh. That girl could make a saint throw a punch.”Darius chuckled, a rare, low sound that sent an unfamilia
EMMELINEWe pulled up to the supposed camp. It looked… deserted. Like nothing more than a patch of overgrown trees and tangled underbrush. Darius glanced at me, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.“This is it?” he asked, his voice low.Ironically, the fact that there was no sign of life convinced me this was the place. If they were trying to stay hidden, they’d do a damn good job of it.“Yeah, this is it,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. My stomach churned. "Let's go."We got out of the car, the silence of the forest pressing in on us. Each crunch of leaves under our feet sounded amplified, like a gunshot in the stillness. We walked for a few minutes, deeper into the trees. Then I heard something snap. A twig. Small, but unmistakable.“They’re here,” I whispered to Darius, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.He frowned, scanning the trees. “I don’t see anyone.”“They can see us,” I replied, my voice tight. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. We
DARIUSI watched as Emmeline jumped into Sylas' arms, her tears streaming down her face. Like everyone else, I was shocked, but not as much as I was when I found out what really happened on the day of the attack. It was her mating ceremony, and she was supposed to be with some guy named Jonas Sharpe. Who, by the way, is apparently Sylas' brother.No wonder she looked like she was walking on broken glass the second we got here. Had her restlessness earlier been because of some resurfacing memories? My mind was racing with questions, but I kept my cool, observing the reunion between Emmeline and Sylas."I never thought I'd see you again," Sylas said, his voice choked with emotion. He held Emmeline so tight, like he was afraid she’d disappear. Emmeline pulled back a little, wiping tears from her eyes. "Me too."Sylas loosened his grip just enough to look at her, his eyes searching hers. “How… how did you end up here?”Emmeline hesitated, taking a deep breath. "It's a long story."Sylas
EMMELINE“I can’t believe you’ve been living with them this whole time, and they never figured it out.” Sylas shook his head, his voice tight with disbelief. He paced the tent, his boots scuffing against the ground. Light from the small window flickered across his face, making the worry in his eyes even more obvious.That look… like he was trying to piece everything together, trying to figure out how I’d survived, made my chest tighten. He looked so disturbed by the thought of it.And that, for some reason, was starting to make me uneasy.I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, well, I’m not exactly broadcasting my presence, you know? I mask my scent,” I said simply. “I try to stay out of sight, and honestly, I rarely leave Darius’s estate. Most of them don’t even interact with me closely enough to suspect anything.”His jaw tightened at the mention of the estate—at the mention of him. He stopped pacing. “Darius,” he said, his voice flat.I tensed, waiting for the inevitab
EMMELINEDarius leaned against the wooden post inside Sylas’s tent, arms crossed, looking as relaxed as ever. Even though he was smaller than the Lycans and was the only werewolf here, surrounded by Lycans who could tear him apart, he didn’t seem the least bit fazed. Maybe it was because he had Lycan blood himself. Or maybe he was just that confident.Meanwhile, Sylas was on edge. He stood over the crude wooden table, staring down at the list in front of him like it held the key to everything. His jaw was tight, his fingers pressing into the paper like he wanted to crush it.“So from this list,” Sylas said, his voice sharp, “it’s clear that most of these people are Alphas and high-ranking officials. Taking them out would be like... changing the government for half the packs out there. It would be like resetting everything.”Darius gave a slow nod. “Yes.”Sylas turned his gaze on him, suspicion clear in his eyes. “And how do we know this isn’t just part of some plan for you to dominate
EMMELINE“You don’t get to decide this for me, Sylas.” My voice was firm, but my hands were clenched into fists at my sides. I had to keep myself steady, had to remind myself that I wasn’t some prize to be claimed.“I’m not deciding anything.” Sylas took a step closer, his jaw tight, his shoulders stiff. “I’m telling you what needs to be done.”“Oh, so now I need to belong to you?”I let out a short, dry laugh. “You seem to forget that I have a choice to make in this..”“And what choice is that?” Sylas argued. He exhaled sharply, his nostrils flaring. “My brother, Jonas deserves that respect from you.”I stared at him, stunned for a moment. My heart pounded in my chest, anger curling in my stomach like a snake ready to strike. “And you claiming me will give him that respect?” My voice was lower now, sharper.“Yes,” he retorted. “It’s the only way to honor his memory.”I shook my head. “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard, Sylas.”His eyes darkened. “You should be ashamed of yours
EMMELINEI barely slept. Not because my tent was uncomfortable, but because my mind wouldn’t shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sylas, his hard stare, his ridiculous claims. And no matter how much I tossed and turned, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Which, knowing Sylas, I probably was. He had his men all over camp, and I had no doubt they were keeping a close eye on Darius. Not that Darius cared. He had a way of acting like nothing fazed him, like he was above all of this. Maybe he was.Morning came too soon. I dragged myself up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and stepped out of the tent—only to find myself face-to-face with Sylas.He was already dressed, looking like he’d been up for hours. His gaze swept over me, unreadable. “Join the women for breakfast.” His voice was firm, more of an order than a suggestion.I clenched my jaw. There was something about the way he said it—like he was trying to put me in my place. Like I was just another one of
★▪︎EMMELINE▪︎★The morning sun felt like a warm blanket as I stepped outside onto the stone path. It had been a while since I just... walked. Really walked, not just dragging my feet around a room or down a hallway. My legs felt a little shaky, like they'd forgotten how to work properly after so much time spent either passed out or confined to bed. Darius was beside me and his presence was solidly comforting. He kept his pace slow, matching mine without making a big deal out of it, which I appreciated. The garden was more beautiful than I remembered, manicured and bursting with color – vibrant roses, neat hedges, little fountains bubbling softly. It was peaceful, almost ridiculously so, after the chaos of the past few weeks. But honestly, I was just happy to breathe the fresh air without feeling like I was about to collapse or be attacked. It felt like a small victory."Feeling better?" Darius asked gently. He glanced down at me, his eyes full of a quiet concern that made my chest ach
★▪︎EMMELINE▪︎★The first thing I noticed was the dull ache in my body, a stark contrast to the searing fire that had consumed me for what felt like an eternity. I was in bed, the sheets cool against my skin. The room was dim, the kind of light that happens just before dawn or late in the evening. I blinked slowly, letting my eyes adjust.Then I saw him. Darius. Asleep beside the bed, slumped over with his head resting near my hand, his fingers still loosely intertwined with mine. He looked exhausted, lines etched around his eyes. I could see faint scratches along his neck, little red marks that hadn't been there before. My heart squeezed. He’d stayed. He’d been here the whole time.I just watched him for a bit, quiet, letting the reality sink in. I wasn't burning anymore. The pain was there, a dull throb in my muscles and bones, but it was manageable. It felt… normal. Like the soreness after a long ride, not the agony of my body trying to consume itself.Slowly, carefully, I pushed my
★DARIUS’ POV★My gut twisted tighter with every second Anastasia worked. She moved fast, thank the goddess, her hands a blur as she crushed herbs, mixing them into some kind of paste, then adding liquid. It felt like an eternity, though. Every rasping breath Emmeline took, every weak tremor that still ran through her tiny body was a hammer blow to my chest. Hurry, damn it. Please, just hurry.Finally, Anastasia held up a small, dark vial. "It's ready," she said, her voice calm but her eyes holding a flicker of urgency that mirrored my own fear.I knelt beside the cot, my heart in my throat. Gently, so damn gently, I lifted Emmeline's head, supporting the fragile weight with my hand. Her skin was still too pale, her lips almost blue. Anastasia carefully brought the vial to her mouth.The first few drops went down, and Emmeline coughed, a weak, pathetic sound that tore right through me. My jaw tightened. Swallow, Em. Please, just swallow. Anastasia waited patiently, then tried again. Th
★EMMELINE’S POV★My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, heavy and distant. Every breath was a struggle, a shallow, rattling thing that didn't seem to bring enough air. I was floating, drifting somewhere between here and... well, somewhere else. Somewhere quiet and dark. It felt peaceful, in a terrifying sort of way. Like I was letting go."Emmeline? Stay with me. Please."Sylas. His voice. It sounded tight, strained, like he was trying not to break. I wanted to answer, to tell him I was trying, but my tongue felt thick and useless. I managed a small, weak squeeze of the hand he was holding. His grip tightened instantly, almost painfully."She's fading, Sylas," a softer voice said. Anastasia. The healer. I could feel her cool fingers on my wrist, checking my pulse. "The damage... it's spreading faster than I can counter it without the proper herbs."Fading. Yeah, that felt about right. Like a candle sputtering out. The pain was a dull throb now, constant and heavy, but almost se
★DARIUS★Hours. It had been damn hours. My body screamed with every step, every bend, every time I had to push aside a thorny branch that clawed at my already torn clothes and skin. The Crying Woods lived up to its name; the wind seemed to moan through the trees, and the shadows felt heavy, pressing down on me. And for what? Nothing. I hadn't found a damn thing.My eyes scanned the forest floor, blurry with exhaustion and pain. Silver plants, they said. Surrounded by thorny roots. Sounded like something out of a twisted fairytale, and right now, I felt less like a prince on a quest and more like a broken-down mule lost in a maze.I stumbled, catching myself on a tree trunk, the rough bark scraping my cheek. "Son of a bitch," I muttered, leaning my forehead against the cool wood. My lungs burned, my muscles felt like they were tearing, and the dull ache in my ribs was a constant reminder of the fight I'd barely survived. This was insane. I was running on fumes and sheer, unadulterated
★DARIUS' POV★The air tasted like blood and dirt, thick and metallic. This bastard, this rogue Alpha, was fast, I'll give him that. He came at me, claws out, a snarling mess of muscle and rage. My own snarl ripped from my throat, a low rumble that promised pain. He swiped, a blur of grey fur. I ducked under it, the wind of his miss whipping past my ear. Instinct took over. My jaws snapped shut, finding purchase on his hind leg. God, the feel of tearing muscle and sinew... it sent a jolt of brutal satisfaction through me. I yanked hard.He howled, a sound that was music to my ears, stumbling, off-balance. That was my chance. Don't hesitate. Never hesitate. I surged upward, putting everything into it. My claws raked across his face. I felt the warm, wet spray of blood, heard his shriek of agony as one eye was taken. Good. Let him see what happens when you cross me.He didn't back down though. Credit where it's due, the son of a bitch had guts. His rage doubled, making him sloppy, predic
★DARIUS’ POV★Damn, that place was even worse than the stories. The Crying Woods… they weren’t kidding with the name. The air hung thick and heavy, clinging to my skin like a shroud. It reeked of stale blood, rot, and something else… despair, maybe? Twisted trees clawed at the perpetually grey sky, their branches like skeletal fingers. It was unnervingly quiet in some ways, but the silence was punctuated by sounds that made the hairs on my arms stand up – distant growls echoing through the suffocating woods, the rustle of unseen things in the undergrowth.And the eyes. Glowing pairs of them, tracking me from the deepest shadows. Yellow, green, cold pinpricks of hate watching my every step. The rogues. They said rogues were just mindless beasts, driven mad by isolation. Bullshit. Those bastards were smart, cunning. They were hunting me, I could feel it. Packs of them, flanking me, testing my path, waiting for an opening.Being alone sucked right then, made every shadow seem like a thre
★EMMELINE’S POV★I woke up slowly, the dull ache in my body a familiar companion now. But something else felt wrong. Deeper. Colder. I reached out instinctively, my hand searching the space beside me in the bed. Empty.Darius wasn’t there.That wasn’t unusual. He was the Alpha, always busy. But this felt different. The bond, the constant hum of his presence in the back of my mind, felt… distant. Like a faint whisper across a wide, empty space. Not gone, not broken, but stretched thin, strained.Panic, cold and sharp, pricked at me. I pushed myself up, ignoring the protest from my aching muscles. “Darius?” I called out, my voice raspy from sleep.No answer.I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet finding the floor. I pulled on a robe quickly, my hands fumbling with the tie. Where was he? Why did the bond feel so… far away?I opened the door to our chambers. A maid was outside, tidying the hall.“Where is the Alpha?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.She curtsied. “Good
★DARIUS’ POV★The morning after Finn died, the air in the pack house felt heavy, thick with grief and unspoken fear. Six of my men, gone. Just like that. Torn apart in those cursed woods. It should have made me stop. Made me rethink. Made me listen to the fear that was gripping the pack.But it didn’t.It only made me harder. More determined. If my best warriors couldn’t get those herbs, if the Crying Woods was too much for a trained team, then there was only one person left who could go. Me. The Alpha.I didn’t waste time. I called Sylas into my study first. He was the most skilled, the bravest of my advisors.He walked in, his face etched with the sorrow of the previous night. He knew why I’d called him. He could probably smell the grim resolve on me.“Alpha,” he said quietly.“Sylas,” I nodded, getting straight to the point. No need for pleasantries. Not now. “You know what happened last night.”He closed his eyes for a brief moment, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “Yes, Alpha