THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 1

The Great Hall was hauntingly silent that night, as if the vibrant life it held had been overshadowed by desperation. Krishna sat alone in Luna's chamber, her fingers quivering as they etched the subtle embroidery of the royal crest upon her cloak. For weeks now, she had been trying to unravel the curse that had plagued the Crescent Silver Moon pack, pouring her magic and soul into the effort. But day after day, the wails of the dying rose louder, and night after night, Miyal's hope for her dwindled.

She had been pacing the room for hours, anxiety eating at her. Miyal had withdrawn, cooled off day by day. He stopped seeking her counsel or comfort. His anger, unspoken though it was, thundered like a storm on the point of breaking.

She became aware of a flicker of light under the door. Faint voices echoed through the corridor. A tightening of her heart recognized Miyal's low, commanding tone. She hesitated, then moved forward, silent on her bare feet against the stone floor.

The voices took her to his private chambers, a place she hadn't been invited into for weeks. The door was slightly ajar, and through the gap, she saw them.

Miyal sat at the edge of his bed, his amber eyes fixed upon Perfera. She stood before him, her lithe frame draped in a gown which clung to her curves and the golden fabric caught the flickering light from the nearby hearth. Red hair tumbled over her shoulders like a flame, and her pale blue eyes shimmered with a deceptive softness.

"Miyal," Perfera said, her voice smooth as silk, "you carry so much on your shoulders. Let me help you. Let me ease your burden." She knelt before him, her hands resting lightly on his knees, her touch intimate yet calculated.

Krishna's heart stopped. She pressed herself against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow as she watched.

"I cannot look upon you any longer," said Perfera, her words full of concern. "Your people are being slaughtered. Your pack is dissolving. And her…She's not even there doing anything productive other than spouting spells and falsehoods," she concluded as her lips formed a silent smirk.

Miyal frowned. "Do not speak of Krishna like that," he told her as if trying, though his tone wasn't quite sure of itself.

Perfera tilted her head, her fingers trailing up his arm. "I only speak the truth. Open your eyes, Miyal. The plague began when she started experimenting with her magic. The dead rising, the skies weeping blood—this is her doing."

"She swore she's trying to find a cure," Miyal said, his voice wavering.

Perfera's was a soft laughing, poisonous as a flower. "Of course she did. Witches are masters of deception. She's led you by the nose, using her magic to twist your thoughts. Think, Miyal. Why else would this calamity strike now? Why else would the pack suffer so?" She leaned closer, her lips near his ear. "She has cursed us all.

Krishna's chest constricted, her nails digging into the stone wall as she fought back tears. Her instincts screamed to burst into the room and confront them, but her legs felt rooted in place. She couldn't look away.

"She wouldn't…" Miyal's voice broke, uncertainty clouding his eyes.

Perfera took advantage of the moment. Her hands cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. "You're a strong Alpha, Miyal, but even the strongest can be blind. You love her, I know. But love can be a weapon, and she's used it against you. She's poisoned this pack, our home. You must see that."

Miyal's shoulders slumped, the weight of doubt and exhaustion pressing him down. "If you're right…"

I am right," she whispered, her voice a seductive lull. Her fingers traced his jawline, her lips brushing against his cheek. "You deserve better, Miyal. Someone who truly stands by you. Someone who would never betray you."

Before Krishna could process what was happening, Perfera leaned in and kissed him.

Her world shattered.

The kiss wasn't brief; it deepened, Perfera's hands sliding around Miyal's neck as she pressed herself against him. And to Krishna's horror, Miyal didn't pull away. Instead, his hands found Perfera's waist, his grip tightening as he surrendered to her.

“Are you prepared to do everything I ask?” Perfera questions.

Miyal laughs nervously but then says, “yes.”

“Good,” Perfera says. “Would I be the next Luna.”

Miyal laughs. “Of course you will.."

“OK. Lets make our union oficial my love Alpha, I certainly wouldn’t use it normally during sex.”

Perfera blindfolds Miyal with his own silk tie and leads him up to the bed and she whispers some kind of verse that make Miyal submissive like he's in a spell. She ties his hands together and takes him to the strong hook she embedded in the wood beam earlier.

“Back up three steps,” she commands and he does so until he is against the wall. Perfera raises his arms above his head and loops his hands over the hook so he is well restrained.

Miyal seems anxious but his dick is rock hard in his trousers and a small spot of pre-cum oozes into the fabric.

The sight of the juices makes Perfera want to cum almost immediately.

She moans and howling loudly signalling to Miyal that she is aroused. She knows he can smell her, hear her but he cannot touch. She knows he wants to be inside her but is not in a position to take control.

She starts by exploring his face, moving her gloved hand all over his cheeks, gripping his chin and then over his mouth and nose. He inhales deeply, and his knees start to buckle.

“Gods that smells divine,” Miyal says when she leaves his mouth free to speak.

Perfera taps his face with her hand, a small sharp slap.

“Shhhh,” she says, “don’t speak until I tell you to Alpha.”

Miyal groans and nods.

“Good. Alpha.” She punctuates each word with a short sharp slap to his cashmere covered dick. More precum oozes into the fabric. The smell and heat of it makes her start to drool.

Perfera unbuttons his clothes and removes it, scratching her sharp red nails down his chest and flicks his nipples twice.

Miyal jumps and yelps.

“That hurts,” he moans but she is not fooled by his complaint. She flicks his nipples again and watches as his cock pulses.

“It may hurt but you like it, my Alpha,” she snickers.

His chest and face turn a lovely shade of crimson. He looks as though he is about to protest but thinks better of it and remains silent. She strokes his hard big cock again saying, “That’s right Alpha. Quiet.”

She brings one of the lit candles to his collar bone and slowly tips it until hot wax drips down to his nipple.

“Ahhhh,” he moans as the wax burns and then starts to cool.

She dribbles the wax over his other nipple and watches it harden. Her own nipples are as hard as his by this point. She moves to tip the wax down the centre of his chest. “This is going to hurt coming off because of all your hair,” she muses. He stays quiet except for moans.

Perfera spends some time creating patterns on his chest with the wax, building up a thick layer of it and waiting for it to cool down. She removes his blindfold and takes out a buck knife. She brings the knife to his face and runs it over his cheek. “Don’t move or you will get cut Alpha,” Perfera says noticing him trying to control his trembling. Lowering the knife to the wax, she begins to remove it using a blunt edge. This tugs the hair on Miyal’s chest and some is pulled out as Meredith picks at the wax. Jared yelps and whimpers and it delights her. It takes a long time and all the while his cock is pulsing in his trousers.

“I am going to cum,” he moans.

“If you do, this evening is over and you don’t want that do you?”

“No Perfera.” His eyes are pleading. “No, I want more.”

She squeezes his cock in his trousers. “Then. Don’t. Cum.”

He moans but remains still.

Perfera can tell he’s struggling and undoes his belt and removes it. Then she slowly unzips his trousers, rolling them down along with his pants until they are on the floor. Miyal’s cock springs out hard, head sticking out from its protective sheath.

“Mmmm, that looks scrumptious,” she says as she watches the precum drip. Perfera gets down to eye level and takes one long lick from his balls to the tip, lapping up that nectar. “Mmmm it is delicious but that is enough for now.”

Perfera strokes his dick, watching him struggle not to come and runs her sharp nails around his shaft, pinching lightly at the sensitive skin. Miyal howls with pleasure. She strokes him some more, the leather making the experience sublime. She leans in and takes his mouth, devouring him, leaving red lipstick over his lips and cheeks.

Perfera turns slowly and sways her ass about two inches from his tool. Miyal watches, licking his lips. She backs slowly into him, bending from the waist, pushing onto his erection and rubbing him with her bum.

She can sense him trying hard to hold back, she knows he wants her, he wants to release inside her sopping cunt, to feel her gripping him and to hear her screams of pleasure as he does.

“Good things come to Alpha who wait and nothing comes to boys who don’t.” Perfera says slyly and presses even harder into him before dancing away.

“Cock tease,” he says.

She knows he doesn’t mind as long as he gets his satisfaction in the end. Perfera goes over to a gold bowl sitting on an end table and grabs a handful of something making sure Miyal cannot see. She returns, runs a nail down the centre of his chest, scratching lightly all the way down until she is kneeling in front of him, examining his stiff bobbing dick in front of her face. She reaches out and grips the loose skin of his ball sack and quickly attaches a small clothespin. He yelps but doesn’t move. She attaches four more clips to his bollocks.

The clips won’t hurt too much as long as no one touches them. She knows Miyal fears the pain but he is obedient. He whimpers as Perfera flicks the clips and swallows his cock whole. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat and then down so that she is working on the root of his cock with her lips and can feel him pushing down her throat.

Miyal’s sounds of pleasure get louder as Perfera moves faster over his cock. He howls. She swirls her tongue around the root and then up to the head, licking the frenulum and sucking quicker and harder.

Miyal presses forward trying to get deeper in Perfera’s throat so he can come but his hands are still tied above his head and he cannot gain balance, she uses this to her advantage, keeping the power.

Perfera sucks on the head of his cock as she quickly pulls off the clothespins. The blood rushing into his balls causes Miyal to scream but his dick becomes so hard it feels like it is made of marble except it is hot and pulsing. Perfera lets Miyal’s cock fall from her mouth.

“That isn’t fair,” Miyal complains and howls.

“Yes it is. You agreed to do everything I asked,” Perfera replies.

Miyal bushes a deep scarlet. “Yes, Perfera my soon to be Luna, I did.”

Perfera’s eyebrow raises and a smirk smile at the ‘Soon to be Luna’. She lowers Miyal’s arms and leads him by his tied hands to the bedroom and her sumptuous four-poster bed. He climbs up into the centre and lies down on his back. Perfera unties one wrist and attaches it to the bedpost leaving the other free. Stripping off her remaining clothes and kicking off her heels, she climbs up and positions herself on Miyal’s chest. She plays with his nipples and enjoys watching his reactions.

A soft gasp escaped Krishna's lips, unexpected yet gentle, but it was enough. She witnessed Perfera and Miyal in an act of betrayal that deeply hurt her. Their intimate moment was interrupted by a small cry from the door. Curious and shocked, they went to see what was happening. Miyal and Perfera stepped apart, both moving toward the door. Krishna moved into the light, her emerald eyes gleaming with tears.

"Krishna," Miyal said, his voice thick with shock and guilt.

Perfera's face altered in a split second, transforming into one of mock concern. "Luna," she said sweetly, standing up. "I didn't see you there."

Krishna's eyes scorched Miyal. "How could you?" she hissed as her voice cracked. "After everything we have been through, after everything I have done for you Miyal!"

Miyal straightened, his face darkening. "You shouldn't be here."

"I shouldn't be here?" Krishna's voice was cracked now, the tears falling without restraint. "You are in our chambers, with her, and you have the audacity to say I shouldn't be here?

Perfera stepped forward, her hand on Miyal's arm. "She's upset, Alpha. Maybe she needs time to process everything."

Krishna rounded on her, her heartbreak giving way to fury. "Don't you dare speak as though you're innocent. You've been whispering poison into his ear, haven't you? Twisting him against me."

Perfera's lips curled into a faint smile. "I only speak the truth, Luna. Can you say the same?

"Enough!" Miyal's voice was sharp, silencing them both. He turned to Krishna, his expression cold and unyielding. "You have no right to question me, Krishna. Not when your magic has brought ruin upon us."

Her breath caught. "You don't believe that."

"Don't I?" He stepped closer, his voice low and cutting. "Every death, every nightmare, every scream—this pack suffers because of you. Because of your cursed magic."

"That is not true," Krishna said, her voice breaking into a sob. "You know that isn't true."

But his amber eyes, once so full of love, were now empty. “I don’t know anything anymore.”

Perfera moved beside him, her hand slipping into his. “We’ll figure it out, Miyal,” she said softly, casting a smug glance at Krishna. “Together.”

Krishna stumbled backward, her heart breaking. "You will regret this," she whispered, her voice breaking with a combination of heartache and anger. "Both of you."

But as she fled the room, her tears blurring her vision, she couldn’t shake the image of them—Miyal and Perfera, side by side, their betrayal cutting deeper than any wound.