MasukNoahThe ancient texts lay spread across the table like dead things.I had been reading for hours, my eyes burning, my head throbbing. The symbols were faded, the language archaic. But slowly, painfully, I was beginning to understand.Elena sat across from me, her face pale in the candlelight. She had been helping me translate, her voice steady even as the words grew darker. The flickering flames cast dancing shadows across her face, making her look older, wearier."The ritual requires a sacrifice," she said quietly. "Blood. Yours. And your child's."I felt the blood drain from my face. "What?""Your blood alone isn't enough. The curse is tied to both bloodlines. To break it, you need the blood of the descendant. And the blood of the heir."I pressed my hand against my stomach. The baby shifted, a small movement that felt like a protest. A tiny kick against my palm, as if my child knew what was being discussed."You're saying I need to use my child?"Elena nodded slowly. "Not to harm
NoahI found Adrian in the war room.He was slumped over the table, his face pale, his breathing shallow. Maps and documents were scattered around him, but he wasn't looking at any of them. His eyes were closed, his hand pressed against his chest.My heart stopped."Adrian?"He didn't respond. I crossed the room quickly, my body aching with the movement. I reached out and touched his shoulder."Adrian!"His eyes fluttered open. They were glassy, unfocused. For a moment, he didn't seem to recognize me."Noah?" His voice was weak. "What are you doing here?""Never mind that." I knelt beside him. "What's wrong with you?"He tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "I'm fine.""You're not fine." I pressed my hand against his forehead. He was burning up. "You're sick. You're really sick."Adrian shook his head weakly. "It's just the curse. It's getting worse."The words hit me like a physical blow. The curse. I had been so focused on my own pain, my own fear, that I had forgotten what
NoahThe infirmary was quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling over the side. The baby was restless today, shifting and turning inside me. I pressed my hand against my stomach and felt the small movements beneath my palm."We need to talk," I whispered. "You and me."The baby kicked softly, as if listening.I had been thinking for days. Lying in this bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of my life. The rejection. The captivity. The betrayal. The endless cycle of pain and fear.And I had finally reached a decision.I stood up slowly, my body aching. I walked to the window and looked out at the palace below. Guards patrolled the walls. Servants hurried through the courtyards. Life went on, oblivious to the storm inside me.I was done.Done being a pawn. Done being a possession. Done being the center of a war I never asked for.I was going to break the curse. And then I was going to leave.The door opened behind me. I didn't turn around. I knew it was Elena.
NoahI lay in the infirmary, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the stone.One. Two. Three.I had been counting for hours. Maybe days. Time had lost all meaning in this place. The walls were the same pale grey, the sheets were the same rough linen, and the air was the same stale mixture of herbs and despair.I didn't know how long I had been here. I didn't care.All I knew was that I was tired.So impossibly tired.The door opened softly, and I didn't need to look to know who it was. Elena's footsteps were gentle, careful, like she was walking through a graveyard.She set a tray on the table beside my bed and sat in the chair. I could feel her eyes on me, studying my face, my hands, the shallow rise and fall of my chest."Noah, you need to eat.""I'm not hungry.""You're always not hungry." Her voice was gentle but firm. "Your body needs strength. The baby needs strength."I turned my head to look at her. Her face was lined with worry, dark circles under her eyes. She had
NoahThe shouting echoed through the palace walls.I stood in the doorway of my room, watching the scene unfold in the courtyard below. Adrian. Elias. Kael. Three Alphas, their voices rising with fury, their hands clenched at their sides.They were fighting over me.Again."He needs to come with me!" Kael's voice carried up to me, sharp and desperate. "I'm the only one who ever gave him a choice!""You gave him a choice and then you let Tyrene drug him!" Adrian's voice was cold. "You failed him just like we did!""I was manipulated! Just like you were!""Enough!" Elias stepped between them. "Fighting isn't going to help Noah. We need to work together!"Kael laughed bitterly. "Work together? You two have been fighting over him for months. You've both hurt him. You've both used him. And now you want to work together?""We're trying to change!""Trying isn't good enough!"I watched them, my hand pressed against my stomach. The baby shifted restlessly, sensing my distress."Stop it," I wh
AdrianI stood on the palace walls, staring down at the army gathered beyond the gates.Thousands of wolves, their banners snapping in the cold wind. At their head, a figure on a massive black horse, his silver eyes fixed on me with cold determination.Kael.He had come. Just like he promised.I gripped the stone wall, my knuckles white. "He brought an army."Elias stood beside me, his expression grim. "I see that.""He's demanding Noah's release.""Of course he is."I turned to face him. "What do we do?"Elias was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "We go down there. We face him together.""You think that will work?""I think it's our only option."I looked back at the army. Kael was waiting, patient and still. He had been there for over an hour, giving us time to think.He was giving us a chance to do the right thing.I walked toward the stairs. "Let's go."Elias followed me through the palace, down the winding stairs, out the main gates. The guards parted as we approached, their eye
Noah~Something slammed into my side hard enough to drag me out of whatever unconscious state I had fallen into, and the pain that followed wasn’t normal. It spread through my body like something was eating at me from the inside. I sucked in a breath as my eyes snapped open, only for another kick
Noah~PRESENT I ran.I could hear their laughter and see their mocking stares as they said all sorts of cruel things about me.“How dare he call the Lycan King his mate?”“The abomination thought he had a chance.”“Talk about audacity.”I got to the entrance of the hall where the ceremony was held
Noah~I opened my eyes to see Tyrene standing above me with tears in her eyes and the ugliest expression I had seen in a while. “You have such an ugly cry face.”“Noahhhh!!” She said, wiping her snot filled face as she moved closer to me but I quickly put my hand in between us. “Ty, I'm not in pa
Noah~“I reject you. I, Adrian Laurent, reject this you as my mate and request to the goddess that the mate bond be destroyed.” A crushing pain engulfed my chest and sweat poured down my back as everyone else stared at me with pure mockery in their eyes. I could hear their words,“Flithy.”“Cursed







