"And?" Lord Rhovan asked, pausing mid-pour as the tea streamed into his cup."Then he ran," Varian answered.Silence settled between them.The only sound was the faint trickle of liquid until Lord Rhovan finished pouring and set the jar down with a deliberate thud."You didn’t follow him?" he asked, tracing the rim of his cup with a thoughtful finger.Varian lowered his head. "I did. But he vanished without a trace. No scent. Too fast."Lord Rhovan exhaled slowly. "He knew he was being watched. That’s why he didn’t shift." His fingers tapped against the porcelain. "I think we were wrong about Darius. He’s not a man-wolf. If he was, the Blood Moon would have forced him into ancestral sleep by then."A weighted silence stretched between them as he took a slow sip of his tea.Then, with a smirk, he set the cup down lightly."What about the substitute? Any word on her wound?""Nothing. The castle is silent about it."Lord Rhovan’s smirk deepened. "Then he intends to handle it in secret."
His Alpha voice thundered, shaking the very walls.Ethan’s wolf hesitated. His instincts screamed at him to bow—to submit.Lydia was stunned, her eyes widening as she watched Darius storm toward Ethan.Even without turning, his presence alone sent a shudder through her wolf, forcing it to cower in fear.Darius could kill Ethan in an instant. She couldn’t allow that to happen."Bare your neck!" Lydia shouted, rushing toward the massive wolf before them.I am an Alpha.Lydia stiffened. Ethan’s voice echoed in her mind—his mindlink reaching her even in his wolf form."He will kill you—look at him!" she screamed, panic rising in her voice.Darius’s claws were out, his entire form coiled with lethal intent. He hadn’t shifted, but his wolf was fully present, its murderous gaze locked onto Ethan.With his fangs bared and claws raised, he moved in for the kill—until a voice cut through the tension like a blade."Darius!"He froze mid-stride.Slowly, he turned.Lena stood at the doorway.In an
"Did you find out what I asked for?" Uthred asked, his gaze shifting to the raven perched inside its cage."Yes. I followed him closely, but then—he vanished. I think this Alpha Darius is one of us."Uthred smiled, turning fully toward the voice. "I knew it. He is not my Alpha. Where is my Alpha?" His words were more to himself than anyone else as he sank onto his seat.He looked up at the mage in a black cloak. "Does this mean this Alpha is a hybrid?"A heavy silence filled the room."I can't say for cert—""Before you finish that thought, I’ve seen him shift into a wolf."The mage swallowed. "Then it’s rare, brother. There is no record of a hybrid being born. Even among mixed bloodlines, one either takes the father’s side or the mother’s. That is the way of things.""Well," Uthred murmured, a slow grin spreading across his face. "We have our first hybrid."The mage’s eyes gleamed. "I know a way to find out for certain."Uthred leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell me.""Get a lock of his
"I—"Lena barely got a word out before Lydia seized her arm.She stepped in front of her protectively, shielding her from the accusing eyes of the crowd.Her sharp gaze locked onto the maid, burning with righteous fury."What did you do to her?" Lydia demanded, her voice laced with outrage."I knew you’d be disrespectful as always!"Kara Voss let out a bitter laugh.Her hands clenched at her sides, trembling with barely restrained fury."Disrespectful?" she echoed, her voice shaking."I have endured her cruelty for years!"Emotion thickened her tone as her breathing grew uneven."I have been insulted, humiliated, and treated like dirt beneath her feet."Her voice cracked with raw emotion.She glared at Lydia with red-rimmed eyes."But today..." The words caught in her throat before she forced them out."I refuse to be silent any longer!"Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd.A good tragedienne indeed.She was clever. Every word she spoke was her truth, yet now, twisted against Len
Alpha Darius stood unmoved, his mismatched eyes—one as cold as winter, the other burning like embers—locked onto High Lord Rhovan. His presence alone silenced the crowd.He took a slow step forward. The faint sound of his boots against the marble floor was the only noise in the vast space.“I will do nothing,” he repeated. His voice was calm, but laced with authority.A murmur rippled through the gathered Alphas. Some shifted uncomfortably. Others clenched their fists, bristling at his defiance.Alpha Valren sneered. “So, the infamous Shadow Fang Alpha finally graces us with his presence.”His voice dripped with mockery. “Tell me, Darius, was it cowardice or arrogance that kept you away?”Darius didn’t even spare him a glance.Instead, he walked past them all, stopping only when he stood directly in front of High Lord Rhovan. The tension was a coiled snake, waiting to strike.“You would cast my pack into exile?” Darius asked, tilting his head slightly. “For what, exactly?”Rhovan’s ja
Ethan’s lips moved hungrily against hers, his body pressing her firmly against the wall. His warmth surrounded her, drawing her in deeper.Then suddenly, Lena broke away, shoving him back with surprising force. Ethan stumbled, his eyes wide with confusion.Lena clutched her head, a sharp cry escaping her lips. The pain was unbearable, like her insides were being torn apart.“Lena?” Ethan’s voice was alarmed. “What’s wrong?”She couldn’t answer. The searing agony left her breathless, her vision blurring.Footsteps sounded outside. Heavy. Purposeful. Drawing closer.“I’m sorry,” Ethan muttered. “I have to go.”Without another word, he turned and bolted for the window. In one swift motion, he was gone, vanishing into the night just as the footsteps reached her door.The door burst open, and Darius stormed in, his gaze locking onto Lena.She was slumped against the wall, her face pale, one hand still clutching her head. Her breathing was shallow, her fingers trembling.He took a step forw
When the Alpha ordered Beta Cedric to escort the humans to the eastern lands for safety, he hadn’t given much thought to the slaves. But Lena had convinced her maid, Milicent, to join them.Now, with their task complete, it was time to return.Milicent stood near the carriage with the other maids, chatting in low tones. She was painfully aware of the Beta’s gaze burning into her back. Desperate to ignore it, she forced a laugh louder than intended and cringed at her own awkwardness.The Beta didn’t say a word. He just watched her, the way she glanced away shyly whenever their eyes met.He scoffed under his breath, leaning lazily against a pillar.“How’s the Luna treating you?” one of the girls asked.Milicent had expected that. Everyone seemed eager to pry, hungry for gossip about Kara Voss.“Well,” Milicent began with a smile, “I’d say she’s the kindest soul I’ve ever met.”The girls blinked, surprised.“Do you think the Luna isn’t who they say she is?” another maid whispered.Cedric
A century agoThe wind howled outside, clawing at the walls like a restless beast.He stood near the window, his gaze fixed on the darkened sky.The storm mirrored the turmoil brewing inside him.His chest tightened as footsteps sounded behind him.Soft, hesitant steps that belonged to only one person."You're late," he said without turning.His voice was low, strained.“I wasn’t sure if I should come,” Antara whispered.At the sound of her voice, he finally faced her.Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders.Her blue eyes, once so warm, barely met his.“You shouldn’t have come at all,” he said bitterly.“Unless you’ve changed your mind.”She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into the fabric of her gown.“I haven’t.”It felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.“Don’t do this,” he said quietly.“Please, Tara...”Her eyes closed at the sound of her name on his lips.When she opened them again, her gaze was firm.“I’m sorry,” she said.“I’ve made my choice.”“You’re choosi
Nightfall in Lena’s ChambersA soft voice stirred her from sleep. Her eyelids flew open. It was powerful—compelling.Dressed in a simple nightdress, she rose, drawn to the voice that called to her very soul.It led her beyond the familiar paths of the pack, deeper into the territory than she had ever ventured.At last, she arrived at an ancient dwelling, its walls weathered by time. She stepped inside."Lena…"The voice whispered again, guiding her down a narrow passage, deeper still—until the air grew heavy, thick with an unfamiliar scent.A scent that struck her like a blow.It was faint yet intoxicating—smelt like frost-laced cedar and crushed wildflowers.She pressed forward, descending into a dungeon.There, amidst the dim torchlight, stood a figure. A golden mask concealed half of his face, but his eyes—piercing, molten gold—bore into her."Beloved." His voice cracked as he inhaled deeply, his entire form shuddering. "You smell of—honeyed jasmine and aged myrrh." He sniffed, "Su
"How long has she been thus?" Lena inquired the moment they stepped beyond the chamber."Two nights past," came the reply."And how long shall she remain so?"Dylia pondered for a moment before speaking. "That, I cannot say. You see, Milicent was not merely wronged in body—she was stripped of her dignity, her very spirit wounded. Such a loss cannot be mended with time alone.""Then what must be done to aid her?"Silence fell between them.At length, Dylia spoke again. "Has she kin? A beloved, perchance?""I know not," Lena admitted."In such a case, we must seek one who holds her dear. If she knows there is one who awaits her, one who has not abandoned her, it may give her reason to return to us. Yet, I cannot promise she shall ever be as she was."Lena exhaled softly, nodding. "So be it." Then, after a brief pause, she lowered her voice. "There is another matter I must speak of."Dylia regarded her in silence."Come with me," Lena urged, stepping away, beyond the hearing of Cedric wi
The battle raged within Darius’s mind.Two dark beasts stood locked in confrontation.Their growls reverberated through his consciousness, a constant clash of power.A massive black wolf appeared, sleek and controlled.It positioned itself between the Lycan beast and its adversary.Draven, the embodiment of Darius’s wolf form, stood firm.His gaze was steady, his posture unwavering.He was the image of restraint, the side of Darius that kept chaos at bay.Before him, Craven, the enormous black Lycan beast, snarled.His fury crackled in the air like wildfire, an untamed force of nature.The Lycan’s massive form shook with frustration.His beastly eyes were wild with rage, teeth bared."As expected, you all acted like fools," Craven growled.His voice rumbled deep within Darius’s mind."If I hadn't been restrained, my mate wouldn’t have been wounded, beaten, and nearly violated.""But you two planned this and locked me away for half a century."Tension thickened the air, the weight of C
A night past.Within the castle of the witches' clan, Kara paced the chamber, her fingers trembling with barely restrained fury.That treacherous wretch—her own friend—had taken up with her husband, and she, the rightful wife, was left to seethe in silence.What was her mother planning? Why was it taking so long?"Why have you not touched your meal?" her aunt inquired as she entered, the maid trailing behind—the same girl Kara had dismissed upon arriving."I've no appetite," she snapped."Foolish girl. We do not waste away over a husband's whore. Nay, we welcome them if it serves our purpose. Stop this sulking and come eat.""I should sit at table while my hands itch to tear that harlot apart?"Her aunt sighed, stepping forward to rest a firm hand upon her shoulder."Your mother is handling it, that much I am certain. You know the woman she is."Kara wet her lips, bitterness sharp on her tongue. "My mother tells me nothing. Explain to me how my own husband took my handmaiden to his be
"Beloved..."The voice was gentle yet firm, slicing through the haze of pain and fear. Her eyelids fluttered open, vision blurred, but she recognized the familiar mask, the piercing eyes that haunted both her dreams and waking hours. But this time, instead of mismatched eyes, they were gold."Are you hurt?" His voice was calm, steady, a chilling contrast to the storm raging within her.A sob tore from her throat. Words failed her.His expression darkened. "Did they touch you?"She trembled, breath shallow, suffocating under the weight of horror pressing against her chest like an immovable stone.He exhaled sharply. Then, quieter, softer, yet deadlier, he spoke again."Close your eyes. Do not open them until I am done."She obeyed, squeezing them shut, waiting.Then, a voice rang out."Who dares stand in our way?" one of the men sneered.He did not answer. The very air trembled, thick with an unearthly force, monstrous and beyond mortal comprehension. His body shifted, bones cracking,
Warning: This chapter contains R-rated content and potentially triggering material. Reader discretion is advised. If you find such themes distressing, feel free to skip this section.“Come in,” Selena instructed, her voice calm yet firm. “See that he is given something to drink.”The maid curtsied and left the room.Selena turned her gaze back to Cedric. “I am inclined to believe you—not because of the Alpha’s name, but because you have shown some measure of truth. Yet I remain doubtful because of your claim to hail from the Shadow Fang Pack. My Alpha considers your kind an enemy, and I see no reason to trust that he would send you here. Speak plainly—how did you truly come to possess this seal?”Cedric gave a low chuckle just as the maid returned with a cup of wine.“Leave us,” Selena ordered.The maid obeyed without question, bowing deeply before departing.Alone now, Selena folded her hands in her lap, her eyes never leaving Cedric’s face.“You live up to your reputation,” Cedric s
Restlessness gnawed at him, his heart pounding fiercely. His wolf stirred in his slumber, then jolted awake, pacing anxiously."Our mate," his wolf growled. "Something’s happening to her."Vargr shot to his feet. "Keep enjoying yourselves," he told Jaime. "I must find the Luna."As if the gods themselves willed it, a child stumbled toward the gathering, her dress stained with blood."Some wolves..." she sobbed, her voice trembling.The crowd hushed, encircling her in alarm."Whose blood is that?""Are you hurt?"Questions flooded from the villagers."Do not frighten the child with your clamor," the old storyteller commanded. "Let her speak."Silence fell like a stone.Vargr knelt beside the girl, his voice calm yet firm. "What happened?""Three men came to the gate," she stammered. "They asked for Lena... they wanted to know which of us was her. None of us knew what to say... so they grabbed us, and..." Her breath hitched."And?" Vargr urged."They... they killed one of us," she whisp
Later that evening. The village gathered around a roaring bonfire. Sparks danced into the night sky, carried by the crisp breeze. Children giggled as they chased each other, their faces glowing in the firelight. Lena sat close to the fire, her gaze fixed on the old man at its center. He stood with a wooden staff in hand, his voice carrying over the crowd."Love," the old man began, "is not born from words or promises alone. It thrives in patience, in sacrifice... in choosing to stay when walking away feels easier."The crowd murmured in agreement. Some couples linked hands, others exchanged quiet smiles."Respect," the man continued, "isn’t just listening when it’s easy. It’s understanding when words won’t come, and choosing kindness when anger tempts you otherwise."Lena shifted closer to the fire. Memories stirred—her mother’s laugh, her gentle hand resting on her shoulder. She remembered her village before the raids, before slavery, before her life had been stolen from her. The
Vargr followed Lena down the narrow forest path.After a short trek, they reached a clearing where a grand carriage stood waiting. Two powerful black horses stood hitched to it, their breath misting the cool night air.A cloaked figure leaned against the carriage, hand on the hilt of a sheathed sword. At the sight of Lena, he straightened.“You’re late,” the man said, his voice sharp yet familiar.Vargr’s eyes narrowed. The man’s face was hidden beneath his hood, but the smug stance — and the hint of a smirk — put Vargr on edge.“Who’s this?” Vargr asked, stepping protectively beside Lena.She ignored him, pulling open the carriage door. “We need to leave. The guards will notice I'm gone soon.”“You didn’t answer my question,” Vargr pressed.The cloaked man chuckled. “Relax.” He pushed back his hood, revealing sharp features and dark hair. “Name’s Jaime.”“Friend of mine,” Lena said. “He’s helping us.”“Helping us do what?” Vargr shot back.“Get away,” Jaime answered. “Unless you’d ra