❋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐘❋
Gripping onto the counter I shut my eyes tight, trying my best to blink away my haziness. My stomach and head ached badly.I was being starved as my punishment, but this time it was the longest I had ever gone without food. 6 days ago I was seated in the cellar, tied down and bound by ropes and chains. I awaited the grim reaper to dish out my punishment. He was exactly like his name, he was huge, always wore a dark veil and had this leather whip in his hand. He was very muscular and in my eleven years of being here I had never seen his face, honestly I consider myself lucky.He came in and removed my chains. "You have been pardoned from the physical torture" his gruff voice informed me as he pulled off the heavy metals. I hissed when I saw the burn marks on my ankles. Wolfsbane. I would be weak for the next 2 weeks because of them. SugarsWolfsbane like any other poison was illegal and banned from the reach of all packs. I was shocked when I found this pack had an endless supply. They must have smuggled them in despite the very clearly stated laws against owning or even selling such. It was no surprise that various packs got away with possession of wolfsbane or silver bullets. The king never went around for inventory, neither did he ever send any of his guards. I pushed myself to my feet, staggering to the entrance where I came face to face with Vivian. I swallowed harshly, averting my gaze from her jade cat eyes that glinted with amusement. "Don't for a second think you will not be punished" her ear pinching voice came, increasing my throbbing headache.Just like her mother's."You are not going to get even a morsel of food. You will beg for crumbs and would not be given. Added to that you will do all the chores your fellow omegas are supposed to do and that too without any help. You will be put on cooking duty as well" she smiled wickedly, knowing fully well the smell of food would kill me. "Maybe after that you will learn your place" she spat, looking at me with eyes filled with hate, disgust and resentment. She walked away, her white blonde hair following her movements.With much difficulty I steadied myself, inhaling deep breaths to keep my gaze concentrated. I could see the other omegas trying their best to help dish the other meals for me. I mouthed a soft 'thank you' to them before walking out to the dining hall where everyone was seated. I slowly strolled over to the Alpha and placed his dish before him, the smell of the delicious food making my stomach growl. I apologised for my posterior orchestra and excused myself to go pour the drinks in everyone's cups."I'm sure all of you have heard that tomorrow is the annual Mating ball and for the first time since it was made a tradition, the Alpha King is going to be gracing us with his presence" Alpha Nicholas informed , raising his jug to his lips and taking a swing of his drink.The King, the Alpha King. Alpha King Darius Lockhart. His name was enough to send shivers down people's spines. His name echoed throughout the dynasty, he was ruthless, a beast. He was also a very private person and as a result a lot took his public absence to their advantage. His secrets remained hidden behind the shadows of his distance.Some had never seen him in their life but the mere mention of his name was enough to leave a thick mist in its path. Some say they had seen him and never forgotten the encounter. He was said to be the most feared ruler of the mystical world, because he was impulsive and very short tempered. He had lived for hundreds of years and still never found his mate, as a result of this his wolf was angry and out of control.A lot speculate that it was the moon Goddess' way of punishing him by giving him a very dangerous uncontrollable wolf and no mate. He was never destined to find true love or receive the unconditional love a mate could offer. Thinking back at the stories made me sad. Everyone deserves love, be it even the big, crude, scary Alpha King. The stories I heard as a young pup depicted him as a sharp clawed beast; his hands were so big they could rip people's limbs apart, his claws long and sharp to cut through people's throats in a single swipe, his voice so thunderous it had everyone fall to their knees. And his eyes, dark and stormy like an eternal abyss drawing you into their depths to drawn you. He was feared by everyone and anyone, even though a very large popularity had never laid eyes on him. He always stayed away from events, occasions, even ceremonies, even those that would demand his presence, he missed them all. It added to his eerie, mysterious aura. So why as he attending this Mating Ball?"We are in charge of serving, so all the omegas will be transported tomorrow morning to get themselves ready. Everything has to go perfectly, one slip up and we are done" He finished, giving me a pointed look as if telling me to not mess things up. I gulped down hard feeling my hands begin to shake at the attention drawn to meSugars, breathe."I hear he is still unmated father," Vivian chimed in, chewing on a piece of steak. Gosh I couldn't stop staring at how good it looked."Yes, that's right," he confirmed. "Everyone above the age of 18 is expected to come and who knows you may find your mate Vee""My mate may be the King for all I know" she smiled, blushing slightly at the thought.Why would Vivian think being the King's mate would be something to smile about or even expect? I doubt she'd heard the rumours surrounding him and his markings. "We have a lot to look forward to," Nicholas added, drawing everyone's dispersed attention back to him. "After this mating ball hopefully Hunter would have found his mate and would assume the position of Alpha"I noticed Hunter's grip on his fork tighten, his eyes flickering to my shaken form. I diverted my gaze, going round to fill the Luna's glass. "I have already found my mate Alpha" Hunter's impatient tone came, making my eyes widen at the tone he used in front of everyone. The betas and their children included.Hunter and his father didn't have the best of relationships. They weren't that different, they both loved power and were very corrupt and horrible rulers but surprisingly they never agreed on how to run the pack. Nicholas was more of a dictator and believed in being the strongest of all packs. He wanted this pack to be one that gave him glory and fame. At the end of it he was a partial ruler, he controlled the pack with fear. Everyone feared if they went against him he would lock them up or burn them with his endless supply of wolfsbane. No one, not even the Betas- Lucius and Finley, dared to stand up against the Alpha's cruel rule and now someone even worse was expected to assume position soon. This pack was doomed. The Silver Moon pack would not survive. Whereas Hunter hated this pack and never wanted to become Alpha, much to his father's displeasure."This girl is not your mate Hunter" the Alpha spoke irritably, banging his fist against the table in annoyance, his nose flaring with anger. His outburst made me flinch and I excused myself back to the kitchen.After taking care of the dishes and cleaning up the whole house I retired to the basement-my room. I lay down on my mat, my muscles ache so badly. I felt worn out and weak to my core. My eyelids were heavy, sleep was fast approaching but I hadn't had my bath yet. I contemplated going to the stream to bathe or just sleeping, choosing the latter. I pulled myself up with a lot of effort, standing to my feet. I picked my towel and bar of non fragrant soap from the small cabinet beside my mat.Grabbing extra clothes I slipped out of the basement and towards the stream, my body swaying with the cold breeze that blew through the air. Winter was coming, if the little frosts falling from the skies told me anything. I increased my paste, ducking when I saw anyone passing. I didn't need any of the guards watching me while I bathed. Only the thought had my cheeks burning with embarrassment.I walked further into the forest, depositing my extra clothes and towel behind a tree. I stripped down, my teeth chattering when the cold hit my skin. I rushed to the stream, sighing when the warm water hit my tired limbs. I lathered my soap, using my wash sponge to scrub my aching body. Hastily I dipped my hair into the stream, a blissful sigh leaving my lips once the now cool water hit my hot throbbing skull. I both loved and hated the cold. I loved it because I absolutely adored the little snowflakes that danced in the air, creating beautiful glaciers. The snow was so gorgeous and its beauty ethereal, but I hated how easily I caught a cold during the winter. Quickly I washed out my hair and dried myself off.Slipping into my hand knitted sweater, faded jeans and combat boots I padded along the forest to the stone path towards the pack grounds. I quickened my steps once the snow began falling quickly.Arriving at my room I plopped down on my mat, pulled my hair into a side braid and kicked off my shoes. I buried myself under my tart and tried to fall asleep despite the amount of pain I was feeling. It would all be over soon, I tried to tell myself over and over again with each painful ache of my muscles. My eyes finally draped closed and I succumbed to the darkness.I was awoken by the chilling feeling of someone in my room. I was in complete darkness, but even at that I could feel someone's presence with me. I shut my eyes tight, my heart thumped furiously in my chest and my breathing became laboured as fear creeped into me. A cold shiver ran up my spine when I felt a slow breath against my ear "I swear I will make you mine, Audrey" a familiar voice whispered into my ear making me squeeze my eyes even tighter. It was Hunter. I felt his cold fingers against my cheek, slowly caressing my skin.SugarsI willed myself not to scream or cry. If I kept still maybe he'd go away. I could feel him hovering over me. A few minutes turned into hours and he just remained there, watching me as I slept or at least he thought I was sleeping."My beautiful mate" he said, leaning down to inhale my scent, making me almost gag.Oh goddessI finally felt him rise, but he remained in my room. It was easy to tell he was still here, the room was very little and his tall form made the space feel even more suffocating. "When I become Alpha I will have you by my side". I heard his soft footsteps fade away and the creaking sound of my room door closing resonated through the room.I stayed still, scared he was still in my room. After a few minutes of silence I let out a heavy breath, tears rolling down my cheeks. I sighed, sitting up almost hitting my head. I wiped at my tears, sniffling slightly. Just two more days, after the mating ball I would be free and I would leave everything behind and start fresh somewhere else.The afternoon sun stretched over the valley, golden light slanting across the cottages and smoke trails curling from hearths. Ryker swung an axe down into a thick block of wood, splitting it clean. He gathered the pieces into his arms, the scent of pine and sap clinging to him as he carried them toward the gentle slope leading to Rae’s house. The rhythm of it—chopping, stacking, carrying—had begun to soothe him. A routine. A life that, though simple, tasted sweeter than any dream he had dared while in the Duke’s service. Rae sat where he always did in the afternoons, perched on his stool outside the small house with a skein of yarn looped around his bent fingers. The old man’s hands moved slow but steady, twisting and weaving, his eyes half-lidded in thought. When he saw Ryker crest the hill with the firewood, he set the yarn aside and smiled.“You’ll have me spoiled,” Rae said, voice rough with age. “Another day or two of this and I’ll forget how to fetch my own firewood.”R
The path narrowed as they climbed, pine branches brushing against Elara’s sleeves. The air grew crisper with every step, scented with resin and damp earth. Behind them, the village lay tucked in its valley cradle, smoke curling upward like threads of spun silver. Ahead, jagged ridges loomed, dark against the morning sky.Rae trudged steadily, his wool cloak flapping at his heels. He leaned on his walking stick, but his stride betrayed strength still coiled in his wiry frame. Ryker walked close behind, steadying Elara when roots snagged her skirts. She had insisted she could manage, but her slippers were ill-suited for the rocky ground. Every now and then, she stumbled, cheeks burning as Ryker’s calloused hand caught her elbow.“You’ll not last an hour up here in court shoes,” Rae remarked without turning. “We’ll see about that when we reach the cabin. A pair of boots will serve you better than all the silks in the empire.”Elara bit her lip, unused to such bluntness, but she nodded. “
The path sloped down into the valley where the village lay, roofs of thatch and timber clustered close, smoke curling lazily from chimneys. For Elara, the sight was unlike anything she had known. Gone were the towering stone walls, the echoing marble floors, the stifling trappings of nobility. Here was life simple and unadorned, where the rhythm of day and night seemed written not by decree but by the land itself.Ryker slowed his pace as they passed beneath a wooden arch, its beams carved with symbols worn smooth by rain and years. His horse’s hooves clicked against the cobbled path, and already voices rose in greeting.“Ryker!” cried one of the women from a doorway, her gray hair escaping its kerchief as she rushed forward. “Goddess above, it is you!”Others followed — stout, rosy-cheeked matrons with aprons dusted in flour or damp from laundry. They came like a tide, clucking and cooing, their hands reaching for Ryker’s arms, his shoulders, as though to prove he was no phantom but
The grand hall was too quiet for Lord Sawyer’s liking. The shadows of the high-vaulted ceiling stretched long across the marble, broken only by the flicker of torches mounted in wrought iron sconces. He sat upon the edge of his seat at the banquet table, goblet untouched, tapping a gloved finger upon the wood. The longer he waited, the more bile rose in his throat.Elara should have come by now.Patience had never been a virtue of his, and this house — this damned, echoing house — felt as though it mocked him with its silence. He had been promised a bride, pledged by Duke Cortez himself, and yet when he demanded her presence, the girl had not arrived.He motioned sharply to the steward at his side. “Summon her. I did not ride through half the Empire to be made to wait like some supplicant.”The steward hesitated only briefly. “My lord, she was… indisposed. Her chamber maid said she had not yet risen.”Sawyer’s jaw tightened. “Then wake her.”The steward bowed quickly and re
The torches in the Grand Duke’s manor hissed as the rain outside battered the stone walls. Thunder grumbled in the distance, rolling low like some restless beast, as servants hurried through the wide corridors to prepare for their lord’s return. At the far end of the hall, beneath the banners of the Empire, the great oak doors swung open with a groan. Grand Duke Cortez strode inside, his cloak soaked from three days’ ride, his presence commanding and cold. Elara stood at the balcony above, her hands clenched upon the balustrade. Her father had returned—yet not when she needed him. He had missed her return from Lord Sawyer’s keep, missed the silent tears she had shed when she crossed the manor’s threshold alone, and missed the ache in her chest that had grown heavier with every absence. As always, duty had consumed him, and she was left behind. “Summon Lady Elara to the grand hall,” Cortez’s voice echoed, deep and resonant, filling the vaulted space. “There is much to discuss.” A
The sun hung low over the sprawling dukedom, its golden rays filtering through the ancient oaks and casting dappled patterns across the garden’s winding paths. Elara’s boots crunched against the gravel as she wove through rosebushes and lavender beds, her breath uneven, her side still tender from the wound that had kept her bedridden for weeks. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth, a perfume that once soothed her restless spirit. But today, it offered no solace. Her heart throbbed with a pain far sharper than the stitched gash beneath her linen tunic—a pain born of absence, of neglect, of being forever second to her father’s ambitions. She had pictured his stern face softening, perhaps even his arms opening to embrace her after weeks under Lord Sawyer’s suffocating care. Instead, the grand hall had been empty, save for the murmured apologies of servants and the distant echo of her father’s voice barking orders in his war chamber. Work. Always work. Map