FAZER LOGINKelsey’s POV
The palace guards escorted us through massive iron doors, but instead of being thrown into dark prison cells like I expected, we were led straight into an absurdly extravagant residence.
It looked more like an elite royal academy than a place of captivity. Gorgeous crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, soft velvet rugs covered the stone floors, and the smell of fresh food filled the halls.
It threw my expectations off completely. But then I noticed the servants and guards stationed at every single corner, all smiling a little too much, and I knew the truth.
This luxury was just a gilded cage.
A warm-looking older woman stepped forward, smoothing down her black dress as she smiled at us.
"Welcome, young ladies," she said, her voice smooth and maternal. "I am the Head Matron. From today onward, you are no longer lottery victims. You are Candidates, chosen to help secure the future of our great Lycan race."
Nobody said anything back. We were led to our individual rooms, given ridiculously expensive silk clothes, and told to bathe before our medical examinations began.
As soon as the Matron locked my door from the outside, I started testing every window. I checked the glass, inspected the iron bars outside, and searched for hidden exits, quickly confirming that every single escape route had already been anticipated by whoever built this place.
An hour later, we were brought to a lavish dining room for breakfast, giving me a chance to observe the other girls.
"I heard the King gives his favorites actual diamonds," an overly optimistic girl named Bella gasped, buttering her roll. "I bet one of us is going to end up as Queen."
"Keep dreaming," a bitter noblewoman named Clara snapped, rolling her eyes. "You are common dirt, Bella. Some of us actually volunteered for the status."
In the corner, a terrified omega girl sat sobbing into her napkin, while a quiet woman with dark eyes just ate her food in complete silence, looking like she knew way more than she was letting on.
"They say King Zeus is over two centuries old," Bella whispered, leaning over the table. "He has rejected hundreds of candidates, and the Elders are losing their minds because he refuses to take a Luna."
"He hasn't smiled or laughed in living memory either," Clara added, though her voice dropped low.
I brushed off most of it as silly gossip, but I couldn't help noticing that nobody dared to speak the King's actual name above a quiet whisper.
Later that afternoon, the guards gathered us one by one for physical examinations.
Physicians checked everything from our heart rates to our scent compatibility, calmly explaining that these tests were necessary to see if our bodies could handle a Lycan pregnancy.
I found the whole thing completely degrading, but I kept my mouth shut and endured it because I just needed to survive long enough to find a way back home to my sister.
Finally, it was my turn.
I sat on the wooden table as the old Head Physician checked my pulse and wrote down notes on a scroll. Everything was proceeding normally until he took a small needle, drew a drop of my blood, and placed it onto an ancient red crystal used to identify wolf bloodlines.
The moment my blood touched the surface, the crystal didn't just glow like it was supposed to.
It fractured violently with a deafening crack that rang through the quiet room.
The physicians instantly froze in place, staring at the shattered crystal and then up at my face like they had just seen a monster.
"Equipment malfunction," the Head Physician suddenly barked, his voice loud and fake as he turned to the assistants. "Everyone leave the room. Now!"
I saw the terror flashing in his eyes, and I knew instantly that he was lying through his teeth.
Once the room cleared out, he pulled out a second crystal with shaking hands and dropped my blood onto it.
*CRACK.*
It shattered even faster than the first one.
He pulled out a third crystal, his breathing and panicked. My blood touched it, and the stone turned pitch black before completely exploding into tiny dust particles across the table.
"What is wrong with my blood?" I demanded, sitting up on the table. "Answer me!"
Nobody answered. Instead, the Head Physician rushed over to the wooden doors, shoved the remaining servants out into the hallway, and locked the doors from the inside.
He turned back around, staring at me for several long, suffocating seconds as if he were looking at a ghost.
Then, right in front of my eyes, he dropped straight onto his knees before me.
"Stop acting insane and get up!" I snapped, getting really irritated. "Explain what is happening!"
"You must not leave this room," he whispered, his hands trembling so hard he could barely hold his breath. "Do not move from that spot, child."
Before I could grab him and force an answer out of his mouth, he scrambled up from the floor and rushed out the side door, clutching the broken crystal pieces like they were priceless evidence.
Left completely alone, I immediately hopped off the table and started searching the room for answers.
I pushed open a few drawers and found a stack of old medical files hidden right beneath a low wooden cabinet. I grabbed the papers and quickly skimmed through them before I heard footsteps echoing outside.
My eyes caught only fragments of the text—dozens of previous candidates, endless reports of failed compatibility, and one strange sentence near the bottom: *Subject survived first contact with the Blood Stone.*
I barely had time to shove the files back into the cabinet before two guards shoved the doors open and escorted me away without saying a single word.
As I was being led back through the long palace corridors, everything felt distinctly different.
Servants stopped sweeping the floors to stare at me with wide eyes, whispering hushed words behind their hands as I walked past. Even the other candidates in the hallway backed away from me, avoiding my eyes without even understanding why.
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(Meanwhile, inside the palace’s private council chamber….)
The doors were suddenly thrown open as the Head Physician burst straight into the room, interrupting the high-ranking alpha lords and royal advisors seated around the long table.
He didn't care about protocol. He rushed straight toward the head of the table, where a tall, dark-haired man sat in a grand stone throne.
With shaking hands, the physician dropped the shattered, blackened pieces of the Blood Crystal directly onto the polished wood before the King.
The entire council room fell into a dead silence.
The physician bowed his head to the floor, his voice trembling so hard it echoed off the high walls.
"Your Majesty..." he whispered. "We found her.”
Chapter One Hundred and Ten — The Pact with Eira & The Stolen BloodMALAKAI'S POVThe morning after my scout returned from Oakridge, I slipped away from Fullcrest before the first pale light broke over the eastern walls.Public duties meant nothing when the entire architecture of my family’s century-old plan hung by a thread. I left my chambers under the guise of an early private council inspection, but the moment I cleared the outer gates, I shifted my path. Cloaking myself in heavy, silent magic that muffled my footsteps and warped the surrounding air, I rode hard away from the capital, heading deep into the untamed wilderness of the outer forest.The destination was a forgotten, shadow-drowned ravine that most sane wolves avoided. Here, behind weeping willows whose drooping branches seemed to claw at the dirt and thick wards of black obsidian stone that kept out wandering beasts, lay the hidden threshold of Eira’s sanctuary.I dismounted near the weeping mouth of a stone cavern, le
Chapter One Hundred and Nine — The Whispers of OakridgeMalakai's POV I stood by the tall arched window of my private chambers, looking out over the dark expanse of the outer estate. The night air was freezing, but I barely felt it. My eyes stayed fixed on the courtyard below until the heavy velvet drape behind me rustled, signaling that my primary scout had slipped into the room completely unannounced.The scout dropped to one knee on the cold stone floor, pulling back his dark cowl. "Lord Malakai. The journey held a great deal of danger, but I have returned from Oakridge."I did not turn around immediately. I poured myself a small measure of dark wine, letting the quiet rustle of my robes fill the heavy silence between us. "You were gone longer than anticipated. I do not appreciate delays when the fate of the high council hangs in the balance.""Forgive me, My Lord," the scout murmured, his voice tight with fatigue and lingering fear. "King Zeus locked down the entire perimeter of
Chapter One Hundred and Eight — Silent SignalsKelsey's POV I was standing by the mirror when I heard my door suddenly open and close with a loud thud.I turned around sharply, my hand hovering near the edge of the vanity, half-expecting a sentry bringing urgent news from the council. Instead, it was Rowan. She was pressed flat against the dark wood of the door, clutching a leather-bound book so hard against her ribs that her knuckles were pale. Her hair was slightly windswept, her chest was heaving with quick, shallow breaths, and a bright, unmistakable crimson flush was burning across her cheeks all the way down to her collarbone.I blinked, lowering my hand. "Rowan, what are you doing here?""I am here to help you change," she stammered out quickly, her voice dropping into that hasty, over-formal rhythm she used whenever she was trying to sound composed. She didn't look me in the eye; instead, her gaze darted toward the wardrobe as if the wooden doors held the answers to the unive
Chapter One Hundred and Seven — Weight of the CrownROWAN POVThe heavy wooden doors of the royal laundry wing finally swung shut behind me, sealing in the scent of boiling water, heavy lye, and endless piles of linens that had threatened to suffocate me for the past ten hours.I let out a long, ragged breath, rolling my shoulders back as the cool evening air hit my face. My arms ached, my lower back throbbed with a dull, persistent fatigue, and my fingers were wrinkled and sore from scrubbing down the third-tier banquet cloths. Working as Kelsey’s primary handmaid was a privilege, but it was also a relentless, sun-up-to-sun-down trial of physical endurance. Between managing her wardrobe, assisting Varian in the apothecary when the drafts got too heavy, and keeping the east wing running without a single flaw, my days were entirely consumed by other people's needs.The gardens were my only escape.Whenever the noise of the palace grew too loud, whenever the heavy politics of the Lycan
Chapter One Hundred and Six — Reflection in the StoneMarcus POV The heavy iron doors of the command barracks slammed shut behind me, cutting off the endless, droning voices of the high council.I dragged a hand down my face, pulling a deep breath of cool afternoon air into my burning lungs. My head throbbed with a dull, steady ache that had been building behind my eyes for hours. Four straight hours of back-to-back security briefings, fake guard manifests, and subtle political posturing from Malakai’s lapdogs had ground my patience down to absolute zero.As the Beta of Fullcrest, my mind was usually an iron fortress—calm, calculating, and anchored by military logic. But today, the sheer weight of the court’s endless paranoia was threatening to push me past my limit. I needed a break. I needed to step away from parchment ledgers, troop numbers, and scheming lords before I lost my temper completely and threw a senior committee member over the stone parapet.My boots led me away from t
Chapter One Hundred and Five — The Obsidian AltarMalakai's POV"A secret is only as safe as the blood you spill to keep it buried."I muttered the old family proverb aloud into the damp, freezing air of the underground cellar, my hand steady as I slid the iron bolt out of the stone wall. The thick slab groaned on its rusted hinges, parting to reveal the dark, steep staircase leading down into the bowels of my family estate.While I waited for word from Kael in Oakridge, my mind found no rest. The pieces on the board were moving too fast. Zeus was tightening his grip on the council, and the human girl—Kelsey—was beginning to anchor herself too deeply into the heart of the fortress.I stepped through the threshold, pulling the door shut behind me, plunging myself into absolute silence.The steps down were long, winding down through layers of damp earth and ancient bedrock that had been hollowed out centuries before my birth. At the bottom of the stairs lay the altar room. It was a cave







