Prologue
Three Centuries Ago “Your highness, what have you done?!” “Oh Goddess, please have mercy!” The exclamations forced me to open my sleepy eyes and the panicked faces confused me. My mother stood there with my father and brother, Acquilleus. Her body was wrapped in mine and she stirred. “You are going to wake her, mother. We had a long night,” I told them with a proud smile on my face. “I know you are wondering who she is and I was going to introduce her later but this is Gyai…” “Bearer of the staff and the next in line as royal priestess. Not to be defiled by any mortal as she is a sacred tool of the gods!” My father quoted. I was fully awake now, my arms tightening protectively around Gyai. “What are you talking about…?” Mg voice trembled as I asked. “Get the Elders!” My father instructed Acquilleus. “Tell them it is urgent. A sacrilege has been committed.” My heart skipped a beat. I was even more frightened now. “Ezra, you need to get away from her, right now!” My mother instructed but my entire body was frozen. “I can't, mom. She is my mate…” “She can not be mated to anyone, Ezra! She belongs to the goddess! She is a forbidden fruit and you have just put our entire lives at jeopardy!” My father snapped and a strong feeling of dread gnawed at me. My heart was pounding at a rapid rate now. I just discovered she was my mate last night and we made passionate love and promises to each other. Dammit we had our whole future planned out so what were they saying! “No, no, this has to be a mistake! We felt the mate bond. I smelled her! She called to me! She is mine!” I shook my head stubbornly. “She calls to everyone, son. She is no ordinary wolf, Ezra. She is the chosen so definitely her glorious scent will appeal to all creatures, male or female. Wolf or man…” “Don't give me that! I know what I felt!” I fired. Before they could say anything else, my older brother returned with the Elders and they looked at me just the same way my parents did. Shock. Horror. Disgust. Dread. They were all dressed in white and looked every inch as scary as they did during the park rituals. These men were known to be cruel, ruthless and emotionless. They were feared even more than my father and they were never seen on an ordinary day or at blissful occasions. Only when blood and sacrifice was involved and that was what frightened me the most. “Take her,” came an instruction and the guards matched towards me. “Sue has been desecrated and heavy considered filthy!” “No! No! You can't take her… you can't…” I tried to figbt them but I was just eighteen and against these men, I was an ant. Gyai was snatched from my hands but not once did she wake and it was terrifying. “He has done the unthinkable,” One of them said and all their scary golden eyes snapped to me. “Please spare him, he is only but a child. He does not know anything about the pack rules and traditions…” my mother immediately started begging. “Where are you taking her?” I asked. “You have to bring her back, she is my mate!” I yelled and tried to run after them but I was held down my guards.”You don't understand, I marked her. You have to let me go…” My cries fell on deaf ears of course. “Please spare him,” my mother went on begging. “You should have taught him better. Strip him!” He instructed and before another could say a word, my pants were ripped off me,. leaving me completely naked before them. My mother nudged my father desperately but he didn't say a word. He just stared. I was too frightened to react, I was more worried about Gyai. What they would do to her. “Please let me go to her. She did nothing…” I pleaded. “We love each other…” “Shut up!” My father snapped. “How many times do we have to tell you that she is a priestess. No love can exist between you two!” I flinched hard as tears rolled down my cheeks. Why was no one saying where they took her? Would they kill her? Punish her? I wanted to know. I needed to know if she was finally awake. “He must be bound to the blood altar for seven days and seven nights without food or water for his soul to face judgement. After the gods unleash their wrath upon him, he shall be sent out of the pack to live out his curse!” Another Elder said and my heart stopped. CHAPTER 1 /-JACQUELINE-/ "When is your boyfriend proposing to you?" Nina asked, as we made our way into the party hallway. We could hear the loud bass from the music just a few walks away. It was my boyfriend’s birthday party. I had found out that he bought a diamond ring a few days ago, and ever since then, I was over the moon. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. "I'm sure as hell he will be proposing to me tonight!" I squealed happily, throwing my hands in the air. Only heaven knew how excited I was about tonight. I stretched my left hand in front of me, imagining how the engagement ring would look sitting on my fourth finger, glowing brightly like it should. "How sure are you?" Nina nudged me with a big smile on her face. "Sammy bought an engagement ring a few days ago. He hid it very well, but I found out about it!" I almost jumped in the air. I was the happiest person alive tonight. "I'm so happy for you, bestie!" Nina placed her hands on mine as we finally got to the entrance of the party hall. Everyone was vibing to the music, while most were drunk and others were making out hotly. 'This isn't a club! Get a room!' I wanted to scream at them, but the excitement I was feeling didn't let me. We walked past them as I maneuvered my way around, searching for Sammy. The earlier he proposed, the better for me. I was literally dying in suspense! "Hey baby!" I sprinted towards him and kissed him deeply. "Happy birthday." He didn't kiss me back like he always did, not in front of Nina. I had no idea what was going on. Maybe, due to how excited I was, I had no idea that Sammy was different tonight. He was distant and cold. "Are you okay?" I asked, breaking the kiss though he never reciprocated it. "I'm fine. Just stressed." he stylishly moved away from my hold. "Is there any activity you will be doing other than your birthday party?" I asked, my doe eyes shining and glittering under the neon lights in the party hall. "Yes, why did you ask?" "Why not get it done already!" I bit my lips, tugging my curly hair behind my ears stylishly. "You don't have to tell me what to do. I will do it at the right time." he said. A smile crawled its way onto my lips. Sammy was indeed a walking green flag – an intentional man who I would love to spend the rest of my life with. Nina stood beside me, watching and observing everything that was happening. She wasn't drinking or flirting with guys like she usually did at parties. She was way too calm, but I turned a blind eye to that. "Ladies and gentlemen!" Sammy cleared his throat, and my heart hammered in my chest. Thousands of butterflies were jubilating inside my stomach, and I was grinning widely until my cheeks hurt. "As much as this is my birthday, I want to propose to the love of my life. The woman who made me feel whole and alive." he continued, his eyes on me. "Without her, my life would be incomplete." His eyes, which were on me, suddenly dragged towards Nina, and my brows furrowed in confusion. Sammy took slow steps towards Nina and knelt in front of her. Funny enough, my hand was already stretched forward, ready to receive the ring, but I was met with air when he walked past me towards my best friend. "Nina, will you marry me?" he asked, his eyes glowing with all the love and care. I was speechless as my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. My mouth opened widely, but no words seemed to form. "Yes! Yes! I will marry you, Sammy!" Nina gushed as her right hand flew to her mouth to muffle her scream. I stood like a fool, watching as my boyfriend, whom I had loved since my first year in college, engaged my best friend right in front of me. Sammy gently placed the ring on her finger, and they both engaged in a long kiss while the crowd cheered for them. "What...what is going on here?" I finally found my voice after what seemed like forever. "What does it look like?" Sammy said coldly. "It seems you're forgetting something, Sammy. I'm your girlfriend, not Nina. Fuck!" My fingers found their way into my hair, deep into my scalp. "I'm the one who was supposed to get the ring." I was trying to remind him of who I was to him. "And?" He cocked an eyebrow, rendering me utterly speechless. "Did you have an affair with my best friend behind my back?" I asked, trying to snap out of whatever nightmare this was. But it was the damn reality, not a freaking dream! "It's Nina I love, not you." Sammy said, and I let out a bitter chuckle. "So, all this while, you were also pretending, Nina. You both played a fool out of me." Tears stung my vision, but I was trying my best to hold them back. I didn't want to break down in front of these betrayals and everyone else. "I didn't betray you, Jack. You were the one who was blindly in love with Sammy, who barely even loved you." Nina pointed out, her eyes fixed on the engagement ring that was meant to be mine. “You think you fooled me? Well guess what…” My eyes burned and in a fit of rage, I grabbed the young man next to me and crashed my lips against his. Gasps immediately followed and murmurs filled the room. He stood still, his lips unmoving, mine hovering above his, hungrily nibbling like my life depended on it. I blinked back my tears, about to pull away from the stranger, but he suddenly snaked his cold arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. It was like a spark in him had been ignited, like we were completely in a whole new world. Our world. We stood there, sucking each other out in public, and hell, it felt so good. His fingers around me made my heart melt, and even as much as Sammy's betrayal hurt, I didn't want this moment to end. I pulled away, staring at those thin cherry lips that just gave me my best kiss. And when I gazed into those mesmerizing golden eyes, my breath hitched. He was so beautiful… I'd expected the stranger to push me away, slap me across the face for assaulting him in public and forever stamp this embarrassing night in my head but instead, he played along. With my arms still around the stranger's neck, I turned to look at Sammy, feeling his burning gaze on me. He had a chilling glint in his eyes, his lips were parted, but he couldn't get anything out of them. Raking my hands through the stranger's silky hair, I flashed him a smile, “Babe, the fun is officially over, get me out of here. This party is so fucking boring.” my voice trembled, tears blurring my vision as the stranger swept me off my feets. “Let's get you out of here.” He responded, his deep silky baritone voice grazing my ears. Slowly, he walked right out of the party with me in his arms, leaving everyone in a bewildered state! As we left the building, I furiously wiped the tears from my eyes. My heart was breaking and I… I couldn't stop it. “I hope you have a good reason for kissing me out of the blue, Stranger. Where I come from, we take intimacy very seriously,” that rich deep voice immediately snapped me out of my misery. “Huh?”JACQUELINEUnfortunately, Blair couldn't join me in my frantic social media search for information about Mr Philips. “I gotta head home early today. Amy gets cranky if I’m late.”I was a little disappointed that I was going to have to do this alone, but I completely understood. Amy couldn't be by herself. “How’s she doing? With the arm and the ribs?”Blair gave a soft smile. “Better. She’s stopped whining about the ribs, which means they’re healing. Still stuck in that cast, though. She decorated it again this morning. Put glitter stickers all over it. I told her it looked like a disco ball.”I laughed. “Sounds like her.”“Yeah. She’s been sleeping more, eating well. The worst seems behind us.”“That’s good,” I said. “Really good.”She glanced sideways at me, her expression soft. “Mom keeps saying she wishes she could thank whoever helped us out with the hospital bills. She’s still trying to figure it out.”My throat tightened.Blair kept talking, her voice quiet, like she wasn’t tryi
JACQUELINEThe corridor was packed with chatter and footsteps as students spilled out of Mrs. Winterthur’s classroom, brushing past each other with loud sighs and rustling bags. I walked with the crowd, half-listening to a girl behind me complain about the number of readings due next week. I barely noticed the people brushing against my shoulders or the way the light filtered through the narrow windows, casting long gold shapes across the floor. My thoughts were stuck somewhere else. At the door, I spotted Blair standing just outside, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and one foot hooked behind the other. She looked up, eyes scanning the crowd, and then narrowed them the moment she spotted me.“You look like someone ate your favorite candy,” she said, not even bothering with a hello.I slumped against the wall beside her, clutching the strap of my bag tighter than necessary.“He wasn’t there.”Blair blinked. “Who?”“Mr. Philips. He didn’t come to class.”She tilted her h
JACQUELINEThe door was locked.I stood there for a long moment, hand hovering over the knob like it would magically turn if I waited long enough. But it didn’t. My stomach knotted.Me Philips wasn't truly here. Where else could I look?I stepped back, hugging my bag to my chest. I didn’t know where he lived. I didn’t even know if he had family here. I didn’t know anything about him, did I? Just a name. Ezra Philips. And that he taught poetry. That he smelled expensive...like cedar and mint and something darker. That his fingers were long and calloused. That he had tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and said nothing about it afterward.I swallowed hard.I moved to a bench in the hallway, cold plastic against my thighs as I sat. My phone felt heavy in my hand. I tapped on his name and pressed call, my breath catching as it rang once, turn, twice. A minute later, God voice came on. Low. Terse. Controlled.“You’ve reached Ezra Philips. Leave a message.”A beep followed.I froze.W
JACQUELINEI’d never taken so long to pick an outfit for school.Not even on presentation days.I stood in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side, watching the way my jeans curved over my hips and hugged my thighs. They were my favorite pair, slightly faded at the knees, tight in all the right places, and if I was being honest, they made my ass look about twenty percent bigger than it really was. Which, in this case, was the whole point.I tugged down the edge of the tiny crop top I’d bought online for something like two dollars and seventy-five cents. The fabric was soft, a little clingy, ribbed and snug across my chest. It was probably meant for girls with smaller boobs, but I liked the way it made me feel dangerous, kind of. Like a dare wrapped in cotton.I ran my fingers through my hair for the tenth time, combing through the soft waves that curled over my shoulders. I’d brushed and rebrushed it until it gleamed, tumbling down like a honeyed waterfall. Same shade as Mom’s
EZRAAs Tarius and I stepped back inside, he moved with the efficiency of someone born to war. His hand clamped around Beatrice’s neck in one swift motion, and without ceremony, he yanked her to her feet like she weighed nothing.Her lips curled into that same smug smile that always made me want to rip her throat out. But she didn’t fight him. No. She let herself be dragged up, that collar still glowing faintly around her neck.“Oh, look. The lapdog’s got hands.” Her lips twisted. “Did your master teach you that trick, or did you figure it out all by yourself?”Tarius didn’t flinch. But his grip tightened.“I should snap your spine,” he muttered.She snorted and then turned those eyes on me. “You think cages work on creatures like me? You’re getting slow, Ezra. You forget things. Like who your enemies are.”Tarius didn’t blink. He kept his grip tight, eyes forward. Beatrice, however, kept talking.“It’s always the ones you protect who drive the knife in deepest,” she murmured. “The on
EZRA“I didn’t think you’d actually open the door,” Tarius muttered.I didn’t answer. Instead, I strode across the lawn, fully aware that if Beatrice wanted to listen in on our conversation, she would. But I had needed to step away from her and that devious little tongue. She was trying to get a rise out of me, to provoke me to wrath. But my proof of self-control would be her undoing. The air smelled of pine and the fading light of dusk, and beneath that, something more bitter. Beatrice’s scent lingered in the wind like rot. I needed it gone.Tarius stood stiffly in the driveway, hands in his coat pockets. He eyed the windows like he could sense the wrongness inside.“Who is she?” he asked. “She smells like death.”“Demonic wolf,” I growled.His eyes widened. He understood the weight of that. Rare, vile, and impossible to reason with. She had no ties to the moon, no reverence for the ancient laws. Only hunger.“She stays collared,” I said flatly. “She’s not safe to be left alone.”H