로그인Five’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the cold.It seeped into my skin slowly, curling around my ankles and wrists.Then came the ache.My back throbbed from where he’d slammed me against the tree. My wrists burned from the iron shackles digging into them.And between my thighs—Heat.I squeezed my eyes shut in fury.Even now, my body remembered him.“You’re awake.”My head snapped up, locking on the cell opposite me. It was dark, pitch black. Even with my unusual heightened vision, I couldn’t make out anything—not even a silhouette. But someone was there. And I hadn’t noticed until now. “Who’s there?” I called, leaning forward slightly. But the shackles on my wrist limited my movement. “Two twenty.”I went completely still. “You’re from the facility,” I whispered, my voice coming out breathy. I didn’t get a response after that.“How did you get here? Who brought you here?”I almost thought she was going to ignore me again—Then she spoke.“The King’s gamma,” she whispered.
Five’s POVI’d spent the entire day listening to the whispers—rut, full moon, breeding—until I couldn’t stomach another second of it.When curfew came, I didn’t head to my room like a good little slave. Instead, I hid in the pantry, waiting until the last footstep disappeared into the quiet night. Then I snuck out. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t slow. I moved with practiced precision, my steps soft and quiet against the polished marble, my breathing even. A feeling of Deja vu hit me. Something twisted in my gut, something that felt too close to grief. I stepped out the backdoor, the cold night air hitting my skin. It felt cool and soothing, pulling me in, promising freedom. So I followed it, disappearing into the woods. The wastelands were rumored to be littered with rogue wolves, but I didn’t care. I’d rather take my chance with them than have my body be used as a breeding vessel.The moon cast slithered glow through the trees. I was focused ahead, my movements q
Five’s POV The King hadn’t looked at me the last time. That meant he didn’t care for me. There was no chance he would breed me. He hated me. He hated me. Yet he had picked me. Somewhere during everything that had happened, I forgot the sole reason I was born, the sole reason I was brought here. To be a slave. A sex slave. The broom I was holding shook as I walked. Getting pregnant would foil my plans of escape. “Damnit” I cursed under my breath, feeling that familiar helplessness clawing at my insides. “Never heard a facility girl curse.” I whirled around, my hand coming up to my chest. A woman stood there, her dull green eyes fixed on me curiously. She wore a yellow flowery dress, her red hair flailing behind her in wild curls. She looked a hot mess. In a good way. Oddly. What was even more odd was that absence I felt. There was no heavy weight pressing down on me, no aura choking me. She was… human. “You’re human,” I voiced my thoughts, my brows pu
Five’s POV Cleaning the kitchen was much harder than I expected, considering the fact that I’d never cleaned a day in my life. The facility prepped you to be a good breeder, a good woman, but never had they mentioned anything about chores. I was struggling with the counter top when a girl approached me. She was young, younger than me, yet she carried herself like the room answered to her—her own little room. “You have been summoned.” I dropped the napkin, dread pooling in my stomach. Less than twenty four hours here, and I had managed to get myself beaten up, and punished by the king. Without another word, she turned on her heels and I followed her. Every muscle in my body ached as I moved. She led me through a series of hallways, our steps bouncing off the walls. The Citadel was breathtaking, but something about the four corners made it feel similar to the facility. Finally, she stopped in front of a room then turned around and left. Not without shooting me a
Lucien’s POV I smelled her before she knocked. That distant scent of something sweet and warm, tinged with something else, something I couldn’t recognize. Older, darker. It made my wolf stir in that way I despised. She knocked softly. My jaw clenched. “Enter.” The door pushed slowly, hesitantly. I heard her footsteps as she stepped in, a bucket of water slushing as she did. But I didn’t look up from the paperwork I was handling. She moved around with the practiced precision of someone who had learned to be invisible. Good. I didn’t need her distracting me. I squinted at the words printed on the report. Alphas in the southern district requesting more territory, more land. I held back a growl. The southern district had more wasteland than any other district. Requesting more land means funding a cleanup the kingdom couldn’t afford right now. A loud thud split the careful silence, my head moved—slowly, irritated. And instantly, my wolf lurched forward. Not
549’s POVThe Iron Howl Citadel was nothing like I expected.I peeped through the window at the looming structure ahead, and my breath caught in my throat.The citadel wasn’t just silver—it was forged. Sheets of darkened metal fused together, rising into jagged spires that clawed at the sky. The walls weren’t smooth; they were ridged and uneven. Massive gates stood at the entrance, carved with warped wolf sigils—elongated jaws, too many teeth, eyes hollowed into black pits. The entire citadel seemed alive in a way that made my skin crawl—low, metallic groans echoing through its frame, as if it were breathing. As if it were watching, waiting.And somehow… it felt like it already knew I was here.The gates opened with a groan and the car rolled in.The road wasn’t as bumpy and uneven as the one we’d gone through on our way—this was smoother. “Welcome back, your majesty,” a tall man greeted immediately the King stepped out of the vehicle. The King nodded, then whispered something I







