LOGIN“Show?" I croaked out as I tilted my head, smirking despite the pain that was going through me.
“You call that a show?" I couldn't help but laugh, Adriana ran her hand on Xander's chest as she kissed his shoulder, her eyes locked on mine. “All I saw was a man trying to fuck a woman but failing miserably,” I sneered, my voice laced with mockery. “Tell me, Xander, was that supposed to be impressive? Because from where I stand, it looked like you were trying to convince yourself you still have it.” Xander's eyes darkened but I wasn't done, if he thought that he could break me with this little show then he had something else coming for him. I leaned forward despite the pain, smirking. “Let me guess—you had to fake it, didn’t you, Adriana?” I tilted my head. “Watch your tone!” she snapped as her eyes narrowed in slit. "Oh my bad, you were a little loud and extra and I thought you were trying to fake it not to offend the King,” I said with a wicked smirk on my face, Xander slowly stood up from the bed and for a moment I felt fear grip me because of the dark look in his eyes. He was still naked but I refused to look down. He stopped in front of me as his hand harshly gripped my face. He leaned down to my ear, dropping his voice so only I could hear him. “So are you that desperate for me to fuck you, you're trying to piss me off?” he whispered and I couldn't help but scoff, "You're not man enough,” I said looking him straight in the eyes as his hand around my jaw tightened and then without another word he stepped back before walking away and disappearing into the bathroom. It was left with me and Adriana and she just kept staring at me like she won some prize or something. “Must be really painful…” she started as she climbed down from bed not bothering to hide herself. Like I told her I was interested in looking at her small tits and flat ass. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Must be really painful for you to look in the mirror and see those,” I said as my eyes landed on her chest and I knew I struck a nerve with the way her hands clenched, "Well, the king still likes them,” she defended and I just chuckled at how she looked. If she was a cartoon character she'd have smoke coming out of her head. “Does he? Because from the look of things he was ready to throw you away the second he found his mate. Just happens that he doesn't like me…well, for now.” I said and her eyes got dark as she walked towards me. "Let me tell you something…" she growled and I arched a brow. “The king is mine,” "Yet I bare his mark,” the look in her eyes told me she wanted to kill me instantly but she held back and that gave me some sort of satisfaction knowing that she couldn't do anything. "Soon enough he'll discard you as soon as he finishes his torture with you and I'll gladly help him,” she said as she moved back then she started walking to the bathroom and I knew what would come. When she reached the bathroom door she paused as she turned to me. "I'll do everything possible to make sure that Xander kicks you out of this kingdom. I bet you.” "Good luck trying,” ***** Xander and Adriana finally left me in the room after their series of activities in the bathroom. She was a whore there was no two ways about it. I was starving and my throat was dry like I swallowed a handful of sand. I was still chained and they left me like this to suffer. My hands were aching and it felt like all the blood from my hands flowed to my shoulders. I sighed as I looked down in exhaustion. I swallowed whatever saliva I had left to wet my throat but that wasn't enough. I needed water, I needed food. Back in my pack they hated me so nobody bothered about giving me food but I always found a way to feed myself. Well, I steal some food and that way I can be able to eat because even my fellow omegas hated me and didn't share any leftovers with me. It was that hard. At the same it shaped me to become the woman I am. I started receiving a lot of hate at the age of six. I could still remember the way those people had treated my parents. I was little but I knew when something wasn't right. The way they had all pushed them that night, taking them out of the pack. I had followed from a distance, too small for anyone to notice me. I saw them gather under the moonlight. And then my parents were in the middle. My father had been holding my mom's hand, the fear in their eyes. His eyes had met mine and I could see him telling me to run away but I was too scared to move. They were called names that day I couldn't remember. But one I'll never forget is traitor. They had called my parents disgrace to the pack and right before my eyes they had killed them. A dagger straight to the heart. I couldn't even make a sound. No tears fell from my eyes. But at that moment I felt a shift. My heart hardened. And I made a vow to kill everyone of them who had stood there and watched my parents get killed. There were twenty on my list. And one was already down. The rest; I was waiting for the right time. And when that time comes. Nobody would be able to stop me. And then; I'll paint this kingdom red.“Mother,” I whispered.The shadows moved again—and then she stepped out.Tall. Beautiful. Terrifying.Her black gown moved like smoke, her long hair glinting like ink under the dim light. Her eyes—sharp and bright as cut glass—locked on me immediately.And then I saw it.That look.Disappointment.It sliced deeper than any blade.Her gaze fell to the silver chains around my wrists. Her lips curled, not in anger, but something worse—disgust.“I sent you on a simple task,” she said, her voice smooth but cold enough to freeze the air. “And you keep failing me.”My heart thudded painfully in my chest. “Mother, I—”She raised her hand, and I fell silent instantly.The pressure of her power filled the room like poison. My throat burned just breathing it in.“I’m sorry, Mother,” I said quickly, lowering my head. My voice shook despite how hard I tried to steady it. “Whatever punishment you give me, I’ll take it.”Her laughter filled the room—soft at first, then sharp and cruel. “Punishment?”
The room was quiet. Too fucking quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the chains around my wrists. The silver glinted faintly under the dim light, each link pulsing with a strange, faint glow. Every time I tried to break it, it healed itself—like it was alive, mocking me.I closed my eyes and tried again. The air around me shifted, stirring with my power. I whispered the old words under my breath, feeling the energy rise from deep inside me, hot and wild like fire ready to explode——and then, nothing.The light faded, my strength disappeared, and the chains remained, whole and unbroken.I hissed in frustration, slamming my wrists against the bedpost. “Come on!”My voice echoed through the room, but no one answered. Just me, trapped in this stupid, beautiful prison. The walls were made of smooth stone, covered with soft tapestries that did nothing to hide the feeling of being caged.I hated it here.I hated the silence, the smell of wolf, the weight of the bond that kept tugg
The air outside the palace felt heavier than inside.Cold wind brushed against my face as I walked down the stone steps, my boots echoing against the marble. Behind me, the guards followed, dragging her along in chains. The sound of metal scraping against metal made my wolf growl low in my chest.Victoria didn’t make it easy for them. Every step she took was sharp, angry, full of fire. Even with her wrists bound, she still looked like she ruled the night. Her chin was lifted, her eyes locked forward, refusing to look at me.When we reached the car, I opened the door and turned to her.“Get in,” I said quietly.She stopped. Her eyes finally met mine, burning with that same wild defiance that both thrilled and infuriated me.For a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us was thick, charged with everything we couldn’t say here.Then, with a sharp breath, she lifted her chin higher. “You think I’m just going to walk into that car because you said so?”I leaned in slightly, lowering
The sound hit me before the doors even opened.Struggling. Chains rattling. Her voice—hoarse but furious—spitting fire into the silence of the hall.“Let me go! Do you hear me? Let me go!”The guards pushed the heavy double doors open, their grips tight around her arms as if they feared she’d burn them alive. She stumbled into the office, wrists still bound, hair disheveled, eyes wild and flashing with defiance.My wolf lunged against my chest, a snarl ripping through me from the inside. The sight of her chained, treated like a criminal—it made my blood roar, my vision go red. Every instinct screamed to tear those chains apart, to crush the guards where they stood for daring to manhandle her.But I didn’t move.I couldn’t.Her life was hanging on the edge of a blade. One wrong move from me, one wrong word from her, and I knew this room would become her execution ground.So I sat rigid, my fists clenched against my knees, nails biting into flesh, and forced my wolf down. I had to play
Silence.That was all that filled the office. Heavy, suffocating silence that wrapped around my throat like a chain.Xander sat behind the desk, his hands folded neatly in front of him, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp as blades. The weight of his gaze pressed into me. Raven sat to his right, her posture stiff, her fury radiating like heat from a forge. And me—goddess, I sat across from them, shoulders tight, heart pounding so hard I swore it shook the chair beneath me.Their silence was worse than shouting. Worse than any punishment they could have hurled my way.Because they were waiting. Waiting for me to explain how the woman who had been caught trying to steal their daughter was mine. My mate.Raven’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “So what now, Dante?” Her tone was sharp, cold, laced with disbelief. “What do you want us to do? Free her? Free the woman who tried to take my child?”Her words slammed into me like hammer strikes. I couldn’t even bring myself
The moment the word left my lips—Deal—I hated myself. The sound of it still echoed in my head, clanging louder than the rattle of chains when the wolf—my mate, as he dared to claim—turned and left me in the dark. I sat slumped against the stone wall, breathing hard, pulse hammering in my throat, as though saying that single word had cost me a piece of my soul. A deal with him. A deal with fate itself, maybe. I pressed my wrists against the iron cuffs until the raw skin there screamed. Pain was better than thought. Better than the creeping realization that maybe—just maybe—he hadn’t been lying. Mate. The word burned hotter than fire. It explained too much. Why my magic had faltered that night in his room, betraying me when I had stood over him, blade in hand, victory within reach. I should have ended him. I wanted to end him. But the spell fizzled, the strike faltered, and for the first time in my life, power had turned traitor. Because of him. Because of the bond. I dug my n







