For twenty-four years, Alpha Draegon longed for a son, but the Moon Goddess had other plans. When his wife bore a daughter, he defied fate and raised her as a boy, hiding her true identity from the world. On Valen’s eighteenth birthday, the feared Lycanis warriors descend upon their kingdom, demanding a male from every family—or war will follow. To protect her secret, Draegon prepares to offer himself in her place. But before dawn breaks, Valen is gone. She has surrendered herself to the Lycanis. Taken to the High Dark Mountain—a cursed land where no man has ever survived—Valen learns the terrifying truth. The Lycanis are on the brink of extinction, and the men taken captive are meant for one thing: to breed. The strongest among them will become warriors, the weakest will become slaves. To her horror, Valen is both strong and dangerously beautiful, making her the most desired among the Lycanis females. But one man’s attention is deadlier than all their King. A monstrous warrior feared by all, he chooses Valen as his personal guard, unwittingly drawn to the one person who holds his fate in her hands. Valen struggles to conceal the truth because he is bound by duty, tormented by forbidden dreams, and forced to endure his darkest indulgences. Yet, secrets have a way of unraveling. And when war erupts, a single spear thrust reveals the one truth that could change everything—Valen is no man. Now, the King must decide: will he cast her aside as a traitor, or will he claim the only soul that can soothe his madness?
View MoreIn the days of the old, an Alpha King, driven by greed and desperation, sought victory in a brutal war against his rival packs. In a reckless move, he transformed every member of his pack into alphas, creating a feared and unstoppable army known as The Pack of Alphas.
Their victory was swift, but their hunger for power only grew. Blinded by ambition, they waged war on the witches, vampires, humans, and even their kind. The land was drenched in blood, countless lives were lost, and chaos reigned. Then came the Lycanis. The witches call them SANGUIS RELICTUS- the forsaken. The werewolves call them UMBRAE FEROX- the savage shadows. The vampires call them NATI RUBRUM- the redborn. The humans call them MALEDICTA NOCTIS - the night curse. Unlike werewolves, the Lycanis were more than just beasts. They were intelligent, calculated, and powerful beyond measure. Like vampires, they craved blood. Like witches, they possessed deep ancestral magic that was linked to the ancestors. Like werewolves, they can shift, faster and stronger than any creature alive. The Lycanis ended the war, restoring balance and forcing peace among the witches, werewolves, and humans. But peace never lasts. Years later, under the cursed glow of a Red Moon, the Alpha of the Lycanis lost his mind. In a single night of madness, he slaughtered those he once vowed to protect. The four strongest warriors of the Lycanis rose against their king, chaining him and casting him into the shadows. In fear, the witches, vampires, and werewolves banished all Lycanis to the Dark Mountain, a place spoken of in whispers and nightmares. Since then, the Lycanis have been hunted. Feared. Erased. Until they became nothing but a myth. Yet some still believe they exist. 300 years later, in the werewolf world "Uwah! Waaaah!" "The baby's here." Alpha Draegon stood up to his feet instantly after hearing the exciting announcement from his beta. The cries of the baby were loud. Oh, mighty Goddess. How long he had desperately wanted to hear those beautiful sounds. His eyes lit up, and his fingers that were tightly clasped behind his back released themselves instantly. "Congratulations, My Lord." His beta, Gray, bowed his head, and Draegon nodded happily, a dry laughter erupting from his throat. The door was suddenly pulled open, getting the two men's attention. Draegon glanced at the midwife who had stepped out. "Well?" The midwife, rather than appear happy, had a solemn look on her face as she tried to look anywhere else but the alpha, whose eyes were boring into her at that point. "Well?" Gray repeated louder this time for her to hear. She gulped and lowered her head, "It's a girl, my Lord." It was as if someone had poured cold water on his hot body. Draegon's smile instantly disappeared, and worry filled his eyes. He was in a state of disbelief. Girl? That was impossible. He did everything that he could to prevent this. How could it possibly turn out to be a girl? He was devastated, and he didn't hesitate to show how pained he was. With bitterness in his heart regarding the situation, he asked, "And my wife?" "She is asleep." Alpha Draegon made his way to the room where his wife was and saw how exhausted she looked. "Now, let me make this clear to you all," Draegon said sternly as he walked in between the spaces to the eyewitnesses of his girl child, the two midwives, and his beta. They were on their knees with their heads bent. "The news of the gender of this child shall not be revealed to an outsider. You all know the implications of that, don't you?" "We know, my Lord." "If, for any reason whatsoever, I get the news out there or the rumors start flying around regarding her identity as a girl, I will ensure that I ruin your lives and your family with no generation left to carry on your names. Have I made myself clear?!" "Yes, my lord." Draegon heaved a sigh of relief, "Good. You're only three, so I will be able to figure out who does something wrong. You may leave." They got back on their feet and exited the room. Draegon turned to his wife, who was still disturbed by everything. Understanding her feelings, he reached for her hands and touched them softly. "Are you sure this will work? I am scared for the life of my daughter. I am also disappointed that I can't give you a male child..." "It's okay, my darling. You don't determine the gender, I do. So if there is anyone who should take responsibility for the gender of that child, it should be me." "What then do we do about her? We can't cast her away." Draegon released his wife's hands and moved towards the baby, who was wrapped up in a blanket to prevent her hands from moving all around and grabbing things. He stared into her calm and magnificent eyes and smiled. "She has your eyes. Those same eyes that I fell in love with, Seraphim." Seraphim moved closer to him, "Draegon, now is not the time for compliments." Draegon turned his attention to her, going quiet for a moment as if considering whether or not to tell her what was on his mind. "If we can't have a boy, she can be the boy." He replied afterward, and Seraphim's face fell. "What is that supposed to mean?" Draegon didn't reply instantly and just continued staring at her while waiting for his suggestion to sink into her brain. "We don't have any other choice but to do this. That's the only way we can keep her close to us and protect her from any harm," he added. Seraphim didn't look pleased with the suggestion. She looked at her daughter, unable to comprehend that this was the only way for her to survive. "I am sorry, Seraphim."Valen had not even settled in fully at night when someone knocked on his door. He turned to look at who it was soon after the door was opened. "Star? It's you." Valen said and put on his clothes. Star stepped and shut the door. She leaned against it and watched Valen sit on his bed. "Is there any problem? Do you need to see me?" "If I didn't, I don't think I would be here — bothering you at night." "Well, go ahead then," "I saw Alpha Jethrom earlier today." Valen looked away with his lips slightly parted. He licked his lower lip as his mind wandered. He knew he was going to face it. It was like his most dreaded moment had come. "Good. From your expression, it seems you know too." "How sure are you that it's Alpha Jethrom?" "Don't play that mind game with me, Valen. I can recognize that man's face and voice any freaking time. He is like a peacock. He was being dragged away by two guards when I saw him today. I want to understand why he was bei
Jethrom was pushed violently down to his knees, causing his body to scratch the ground, and he winced, scrunching his nose and shutting his eyes from the pain. His injured face had almost hit the ground. Valen's eyes skipped a beat as he watched the inhumane sight in front of him. On the other hand, Rhydian was relaxed. His eyes were even shut. What he was thinking was unknown, but if the King of the Lycanis was as calm as this on any day, it only meant one thing: Trouble.Jethrom was pulled back up to sit on his knees while his hands were roughly tied behind his back. His eyes seemed to be searching for one person as he turned his head around, faster than lightning.Then he found him. The one person who could save him — Valen. His lips shook as tears flowed down his cheeks. "Va-Valen, please...save me. Save me, Valen... please. I don't..." Iza slapped him across his head from behind. "Keep your fucking mouth shut! You are in the presence of the Lycanis King you damn
"Alpha! Alpha," A guard rushed into the pack house with fear while trying his best not to slip. The ongoing laughter between the Alpha and his guests stopped abruptly as their attention soon turned to the guard. Jethrom's forehead creased as he looked at the guard with displeasure. "Why are you shooting? Why did you have to interrupt my meeting?"The guard fell on his knees, sweating, his breath coming out in hysterical gasps. "My Lord..."He stretched his hand towards the door and tried to catch his breath, "Your life is in danger. The Lycanis are here. We have sensed them coming."The men who were seated with Alpha Jethrom sprang to their feet. So did Jethrom. He gently put down his drink as anxiety covered his body, causing goosebumps to overwhelm him."Are you sure about that? I hope this isn't a joke."The guard crawled to him and hugged his knees as he cried out, "I will never dare to play such a cruel joke on the Alpha. One of our men saw them while taking the security
"My Lor...Rhydian, I am a werewolf." Valen started. "How is that a problem?" Rhydian inquired, confusion boldly written on his face. "That means that whatever you want to have between us might not work." Deeply, Valen was grateful that the King wasn't forcing himself on him. At least, that saved his head from being cut. Other than that, if he had to build on this. It would jeopardize his plans. "You're a Lycanis. I am a werewolf. We already have history together. The past can not just be thrown aside..." "You don't have to worry about the past getting in the way, Valen. If you're in on it, then whatever anyone else says doesn't matter."Valen sighed, his heart troubled, "I...I will think about it."Rhydian was going to press further but he decided against it. It was better that he gave him a chance to think about it. He understood the weight that Valen must be bearing — giving it all to him, a Lycanis was just too much. He had a family awaiting him. It sure
Valen paced his room, unable to sleep. Maybe it was worry. Maybe it was something else. He looked at the time. It was almost midnight. The whole palace was silent too. Maybe he could just take a walk instead. So, he stepped out and walked down the hallway. Maybe his wish to the king should be, "My Lord, I would like you to fill me in on what is happening." Valen shook his head, that was lame. He exhaled and turned the corner to Rhydian’s room while coming back. He stared at the door for a few seconds. Would he be asleep now? Probably not. He then walked to the room, knocked on it once before opening it. "I'm just here to check up on him." He reassured himself and entered. Oh, he was asleep.Valen stepped in quietly and closed the door. He walked closer to Rhydian and stared at him intently. Rhydian lay on the bed, still. His chest was bare, and the blanket was half draped over him. His lips were parted, and a stubborn frown sat between his brows even in sleep.Valen did
"You don’t understand!" one man slammed his fist against the stone table, his voice quaking with anger as his eyes darted across the room, landing fiercely on each Alpha present in the meeting. "My son, he was only thirteen! They took him, dragged him into the dark like he was nothing! It's my son, not theirs! Why should we have to sit still and do nothing?" Another man, older and tears streaming down his beard, hit his palm on his chest. "My two daughters. They’re gone. I warned them never to walk past the eastern field, but they were taken in broad daylight despite not breaking any rules, and it's not far-fetched that this is the doings of the Lycanis, and nothing else." Draegon sat at the head of the table, silent and still. "Say something, Draegon! Your silence is costing us our sane mindset." a third man growled. "You’re one of us, or you used to be. We fought together. Your son was also taken, right? That's the only son you have. Or maybe it was cause we don't kn
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