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"Yes Stormy... Yes right there, don't stop." Liora moaned softly, her claws digging lightly into his shoulders to demand he maintain the pace.
In less than three minutes, their combined scent filled the air as they both climaxed. The affair between Liora and Storm was no secret to the staff. Well... except to the naive omega lying in the opposite wing of the Castle, fast asleep in La- La land. "Would you like me to join you in the bathroom Stormy baby?" Liora purred. She slipped out of the sheets and approached a stark naked Storm. As he turned toward the shower to wash up, she planted a lingering kiss on his chest and neck, her fingers tracing the rigid lines of his abs. No matter how much his conscience pricked him, Storm felt completely hypnotised. He tried to look away, but her intoxicating scent appealed to his masculinity in ways he couldn't comprehend. "Yes... please?" he breathed, his voice sounding less like an answer and more like a plea for permission Her eyes glazed over as he dragged his knuckles across her ribs, her involuntary shiver drawing them even closer together. "What have you done to me Liora?" He asked before scooping her in his arms into the bathroom. Their moans echoed against the walls of the bathroom and the heavy scent of sweat and orgasm filled the space until three in the morning. Afterwards, wrapped in their robes, the room suddenly grew cold. Liora stood by the vanity, staring blankly at herself in the mirror whilst mindlessly fiddling with her long red hair. "What's wrong baby? I thought we just had a good time," Storm asked, approaching her with slow, uncertain strides. He sniffed the air tracking the sudden drop in her mood. "What did I do to ruin your mood?" She smirked into the glass, still playing with her hair. "I'm just suspicious. And worried." "Did I do anything to make you suspicious... or worried?" He nervously wiped the imaginary sweat from his forehead. "If it was about hugging her earlier today, it meant nothing I swear. I _" "I smelled her scent near the pups' nursery on my way to your room tonight." Liora interrupted, lines of worry etching onto her forehead. Storm heaved a massive sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. At least he didn't do anything wrong. "I'm sure your stupid sister was just tucking the Pups in or something like that," he assured her. He pulled her from the vanity chair to sit on his lap. "I'm f*cking serious Storm. She had a very eerie aura tonight. You know I've always told you my sister has a scary side she hides from the pack." She sighed, gently laying on his shoulder. "Baby, there's no need to worry that pretty head of yours over what your weird sister is doing." He tapped her back soothingly, planting soft kisses on her cheeks. "I love you, Liora. Not your pea-brained sister." "If you say so Stormy..." She pulled back just enough to flash him a pair of wide, vulnerable puppy eyes. "But at least send a guard to check on the pups? Just so I know they're alright." Storm chuckled at the submissive, cute face she was pulling. He couldn't resist her when she used that tone. "Okay, Your majesty. I'll do as you ask. But promise me you'll go to bed right afterwards, and let me cuddle you?" Liora buried her face into his neck to hide her triumphant smirk. Safe from his line of sight, her eyes rolled at how easily he was manipulated, though her voice remained sweet. "Deal." Five minutes after Storms commanded his royal guard, a piercing howl pierced through the night. Commotion erupted through the corridors. All thirty pups had been brutally massacred. "Nooo!" Liora shrieked as she reached the Nursery, dropping to her knees. The air was filled with the metallic stench of fresh blood. Storm stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth agape. As Alpha, his inner wolf reeled with agony at the sight before him: thirty innocent pups laying motionless, their heads completely severed from their bodies. He had never witnessed such wickedness. "It's all your fault, Alpha Storm!" Liora wailed, throwing herself forward to shove his chest. "My fault?" Storm gasped, catching her by the shoulders to steady them both. "How could this be my fault?" "If you had listened to me! If only you had issued the search the moment I told you I smelt her, these innocent pups would still be alive!" Liora bellowed, her face twisted in grief and fury. Storm had never seen her this angry, but his own Alpha pride was not about to take the hit. "Liora, think clearly. What possible reason could Tatsumi have to butcher children? She might be strange, but she's no cold-blooded murderer." "Get a grip on yourself, Liora!" Storm said, his hands clenching her shoulders firmly. Liora burst into a sharp, crazy laugh. "You think so, huh? You want to know why? I'll tell you why!" She aggressively wrenched her shoulders out of his grip, stepping directly into his space. "Jealousy!" "Jealousy?" Storm shook his head, thoroughly confused. "Tatsumi is a weak Omega getting married to an alpha. She knows that her fragile body could never bear strong Alpha pups of her own." Liora ranted, her voice dropping to a cold tone as she leaned in close. "So what does she do? She flies into a mad, jealous rage and takes out her bitterness on the future of this pack." Storm flinched. The logic was twisted but it resonated with his own deep-seated fear of weak bloodlines. "But this is your sister we're talking about here..." "Yes, she's my sister! That's exactly how I know the darkness she's capable of!" Liora yelled, backing away toward the door. She gave him one final, disgusted glare. "Do with this information whatever you wish... Alpha Storm." The sharp rhythm of Liora's heels echoing down the hallway, left Storm standing alone in horror. He desperately wanted to believe that Tatsumi couldn't do something as horrible as this, but Liora's poison was already spreading. Besides he didn't want to lose her. Her theory made sense. Steeling his heart, he turned to the trembling royal guards. "Assemble a unit. We march to Tatsumi's wing. Now." When the doors to her quaters burst open, Tatsumi looked up in bewilderment. "Believe me Alpha Storm, I would never hurt a pup." Tatsumi softly pleaded, fat tears welling her eyes as the horrific accusations were laid bare. "I love them too much, I would die before ever thinking of hurting them." Storm looked at the gentle Omega, his chest tightening with guilt. But order needed to be restored. "I'm sorry, Tatsumi. But until your name is cleared, you're the prime suspect. Take her." At his command, the heavy silver chains were bound around her thin wrist. Tatsumi didn't fight as they dragged her away into the cold and musty dungeon.The heavy silver blade sliced through the noon air, stopping a mere millimeter from Tatsumi’s exposed, trembling neck. Storm’s chest heaved violently, his large hand trembling so hard the leather hilt of the executioner's sword creaked under his white-knuckled grip. The deafening, bloodthirsty roars of the crowd blurred into a chaotic, dizzying static in his ears. Deep within his chest, his inner wolf was clawing at his ribs, howling in absolute agony, begging him to drop the weapon. From the edge of the scaffold, Liora saw his hesitation. A flash of genuine panic darted through her eyes before instantly hardening into a cold determination. 'If Storm backs down now,' she realized, her heart hammering against her ribs, 'if he allows an investigation, the truth will come out and my head will be the one on the chopping block.' She needed to move, and she needed to move now. Catching the eyes of the two massive execution guards who were currently wrestling with a thrashing, fu
The wind roared in Roran’s ears as ascended, his knees almost giving away from running. He didn't care about the pain. He didn’t care about the fractured bones or the bruised muscles. His dark irises were locked entirely on the elevated wooden platform where Tatsumi knelt, her fragile body trembling under the weight of the silver suppression chains. He fought his way through the suffocating crowd like a man possessed, his massive shoulders throwing screaming pack members aside. He had to reach her. He had to stop this madness. "Get out of the way! Move!" Roran bellowed, his voice raw, flaring to clear a path. When he finally breached the perimeter of the royal guards and scrambled up the wooden steps of the scaffold, the sheer horror of Tatsumi's state struck him like a physical blow to the chest. It broke him completely. She was a shell of herself. Her knees were scraped and bleeding from being dragged across the rough wood. The heavy silver collar around her neck was biting d
Beta Roran stepped into the damp, suffocating dark, his throat burning from the scent of stale rust and old blood of the dungeon. He was drowning in a sea of his own failure. "I was off duty," his mind screamed, the thought a recurring nightmare that had played on loop since the council meeting. "The one night she needed her guardian, I was asleep. I let her get framed. I let that spineless Alpha tear her away." Every step down the moss-covered stairs felt like a weight pressing onto his chest. He had failed the former Alpha who had entrusted Tatsumi to his care. He had failed the pack's future. But most of all, he had failed the quiet, gentle Omega who had never known anything but loneliness. He had let them put her in silver chains. As he approached her cell block, Roran’s hands began to shake. A sudden, paralysing conflict tore through his mind, slowing his steps to a painful halt. "How do I even look at her?" he thought, his chest heaving. 'Do I face her with the stoic mask
Tatsumi watched her sister closely, the crushing weight of the silver chains on her wrists completely forgotten as the pieces of the puzzle violently crashed together in her mind. The suffocating, musty air of the cell no longer mattered. The piles of ancient bones in the corner blurred into nothingness. The terrifying fear of being unjustly executed, of being dragged to the gallows for a slaughter she had absolutely nothing to do with sent a massive jolt of fury through her veins. It was an awakening, for someone who had spent twenty-five years being passive, submissive, and quiet. 'Why did Liora know the exact minutes the pups died before the pack healers even finalized the autopsies?' 'Why was she wandering the royal corridors so late, completely ignoring a childhood bedtime routine she had fiercely defended for over a decade?' 'Why was she so desperately, fiercely eager to point the finger, jumping to the conclusion without a single shred of hesitation?' The twisted logic
"Liora! Thank the Moon Goddess you’re here," Tatsumi cried out, her raw voice cracking as she pressed her body against the freezing iron bars. The heavy silver chains rattled against her wrists, a harsh sound in the quiet of the dungeon. "You have to tell them, Liora. You have to tell Storm that I could never do this!" Liora stopped a few feet away, her red eyes wide and brimming with forced, unshed tears. She clutched her silk handkerchief tightly to her chest, her entire frame trembling as if she were facing a terrifying beast. "Tatsumi... how could you?" Liora whispered, her voice trembling beautifully. "The pups... our future Alphas... they were just babies." "I didn't do it!" Tatsumi’s golden eyes flashed with desperation. She reached her hands through the bars, pleading with her sister. "Listen to me, Liora. Last night, I couldn't sleep. The pack house felt so suffocating, so I went out to the royal gardens to get some fresh air. It was exactly 10:00 PM. On my way back to my
Meanwhile, Tatsumi sat on the cold, musty ground of the dungeon. The air stunk heavily of rotten flesh and stagnant water, a stark contrast to the pine and earthy scent of the pack house above. In the dark corners of the cell lay piles of ancient bones, dark reminders of the prisoners who had come before her. The suffocating air forced her to press her face against the iron railings just to breathe in a draft of fresh air. It was still musty, but it was manageable. Just last night, she had fallen asleep dreaming of her upcoming wedding. She had seen Storm holding her in his large, protective arms, kissing her so tenderly she hadn't wanted to wake up. Yet, in a cruel twist of reality, he had burst into her room hours later, ordering for her to be thrown into prison for a heinous crime she knew absolutely nothing about. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion. As the Grand Heiress, she was meant to perform the pack ritual and bless those thirty precious pups. Now, they were all go
By dawn, the commotion had grown tremendously. Not only from within the palace but also outside; everyone was in a state of panic. Outside the heavy Gold gates, a desperate crowd of bereaved parents stood outside the palace gates. They banged on the metal screaming for justice. Some threw stones t







