LOGIN"I was sold to pay a debt I didn't owe, to a man who isn't even human. My father’s gambling cost him everything, so he gave away the only thing he had left: Me. Now, I am a substitute bride, delivered like a package to the doorstep of the 'Scarred King'—Alpha Silas. He is a monster cloaked in muscle and scars, a ruthless ruler who everyone fears. I expected a life of misery and chains. I expected him to break me. Instead, the moment his eyes meet mine, the air shifts. He doesn't want a servant; he claims I am his fated mate. But Silas is a man of secrets, and his obsession is as terrifying as his power. As I am pulled deeper into his dark world of pack wars and blood oaths, I realize that being his bought bride is only the beginning. Between his possessive touch and the secrets behind his scars, I am faced with a choice: run from the beast who bought me, or embrace the fire and become his Queen. He paid for my body, but he will have to fight for my heart."
View MoreSedari tadi, Effie masih berkutik dengan ponsel pintarnya. Jemarinya lincah menekan layar sentuh kapasitif pada ponsel itu. Sesekali, mata cokelatnya menatap ke atas langit-langit sembari mulutnya komat-kamit. Effie harus mengingat kembali apa saja materi yang diberikan gurunya, mencatat, lalu mengirim catatannya itu ke situs web Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah.
Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah adalah sekolah khusus yang ditempuh oleh para calon peneliti. Para akademianya berasal dari seluruh penjuru negeri. Pendidiknya merupakan para akademisi yang telah melahirkan banyak penemuan terkemuka. Gedungnya bak istana kerajaan dengan halaman yang luas seukuran bandara. Tak heran jika Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah dijuluki sebagai akademi bonafide dan hanya dapat dimasuki oleh orang-orang elite.Setiap enam bulan sekali, akademi ini mengirimkan putra-putrinya ke daerah terpencil sebagai tugas penelitian yang harus dipenuhi untuk penilaian akhir semester. Di daerah terpencil itu, para akademia mengaplikasikan penelitian yang telah dirancangnya dan divalidasi oleh para ahli. Setelah penelitian berakhir, para akademia lalu menganalisis hasilnya dan kembali ke Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah untuk mempresentasikan temuannya.Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah terdiri atas dua divisi, yaitu divisi ilmu murni dan terapan. Kedua divisi ini terbagi menjadi tiga keahlian, yaitu Ahli Sains, Matematika Statistik, dan Humaniora. Sebelum menempuh pembelajaran di akademi ini, para calon akademia diwajibkan menjalani serangkaian tes, mulai dari tes pengetahuan, tes psikologi, serta tes minat dan bakat. Hasil dari tes minat dan bakat inilah yang akan membagi para akademia ke dalam dua divisi tersebut.Berdasarkan hasil tes minat dan bakat, Effie terpilih menjadi akademia divisi ilmu terapan. Effie lalu memilih keahlian matematika sebagai bidang yang akan ditekuninya selama menempuh pendidikan di sini.“Effie!” Suara serak seorang perempuan memanggilnya dari arah belakang. Perempuan itu berlari-lari kecil mendekati Effie.“Ada apa?”“Kamu sudah kirim catatannya ke situs web sekolah?”“Baru saja kukirim. Memangnya kenapa?”“Ayo ikut aku!” Perempuan itu menarik tangan Effie dengan tergesa-gesa dan menyeret Effie sebelum sempat menjawab ajakannya.“Aduh, kenapa harus lari-lari sih,” keluh Effie. Perempuan itu tak menjawab, masih teguh menarik tangan Effie agar berlari bersamanya.Semakin lama, perempuan itu berlari semakin kencang hingga meninggalkan Effie di belakangnya. Effie sudah tidak kuat lagi berlari dan akhirnya hanya bisa berjalan tergontai-gontai.“Kamu tuh ya, kita mau ngapain sih?” Effie membungkuk sambil memegang lututnya.“Ini lo, Fi.” Perempuan itu menunjuk pintu ruangan yang ada di hadapan mereka berdua.Effie dan perempuan itu hanya diam mematung mengamati pintu ruangan yang ada di hadapan mereka. Di atas pintu ruangan tersebut, terdapat papan putih yang bertuliskan “Asrar Balad”. Effie lalu melangkah mendekat dan memegang gagang pintu yang terbuat dari stainless itu.“Enggak dikunci?” Effie membuka pintu ruangan itu sedikit demi sedikit. Effie dan teman perempuannya lalu masuk ke dalam ruangan itu.“Aku merasa aneh sama ruangan ini dari tadi. Tapi, aku takut kalau harus masuk sendiri. Makanya aku ajak kamu.”Effie dan teman perempuannya mengamati seisi ruangan yang hampir mirip gudang itu. Tidak ada papan tulis, seperti ruang kelas pada umumnya yang biasa digunakan para akademia. Hanya ada meja bundar dan kursi hadap yang biasa digunakan untuk rapat.“Mungkin ini ruang profesor untuk rapat?” tanya Effie pada perempuan itu.“Bukannya kalau ruangan rapat ada tulisan ‘Ijtima’ ya di papan pintunya? Ruangan ini kan tulisan di papannya ‘Asrar Balad’.” Effie dan perempuan itu saling menatap ganar penuh tanda tanya.Effie menutup pintu ruangan dengan perlahan-lahan lalu menguncinya. Setelah diamati beberapa kali, Effi baru menyadari bahwa ruangan itu tidak memiliki jendela. Hanya ada pintu dan dinding yang telah dipasang panel insulasi kedap suara di dalamnya.Rasa penasaran Effie dan teman perempuannya semakin menjadi-jadi tatkala melihat di atas permukaan meja bundar itu terdapat layar sentuh.“Sepertinya ini bisa dinyalakan. Tapi, di mana tombolnya?” Effie meraba-raba layar sentuh itu untuk mencari letak tombol power.Bruk!Belum selesai Effie mencari tombol power, terdengar suara jatuh yang cukup keras dari belakang Effie. Suara keras itu datang dari teman perempuannya yang terjatuh.“Fi, ke sini deh.”Perempuan itu tidak segera berdiri. Selama beberapa menit, perempuan itu masih terduduk dan melambaikan tangannya pada Effie. Effie berjalan menghampiri perempuan itu.“Tombol apa ini?” tanya perempuan itu sambil menunjuk tombol yang ada di hadapannya.Effie berjongkok untuk melihat tombol pada sisi kaki meja tersebut. Tanpa berpikir panjang, Effie pun menekannya.Setelah menekan tombol, seketika itu juga layar sentuh yang berada di atas permukaan meja bundar menyala.Selamat datang di Asrar Balad! Silakan lakukan pencarian dengan mengetik keahlian Anda. Suara yang muncul dari layar sentuh itu menampilkan kotak kosong dengan background putih yang dapat diisi. Effie lalu mengarahkan telunjuknya pada kotak kosong tersebut. Layar itu kini menampilkan keyboard yang dapat digunakan untuk mengetik salah satu keahlian yang ada di Akademi Mahfuz Tajribah.“Coba ketik matematika, Fi,” bisik teman perempuannya. Effie pun mengetik kata tersebut.Keahlian Anda adalah matematika. Pilih salah satu kota yang ingin Anda ketahui lebih lanjut.Effie dan teman perempuannya semakin bingung.“Kenapa harus pilih nama kota? Apa hubungannya?” tanya Effie.“Lakukan saja, Fi. Siapa tau di akhir nanti kita dapat jawabannya,” bujuk perempuan itu. Effie mengetik salah satu nama kota yang diketahuinya.Anda akan menemukan penelitian terdahulu di kota Giriwarsa.Selama beberapa saat, layar sentuh itu tak mengeluarkan suara. Hanya ada tampilan layar penuh semut. Setelah dua menit berlalu, layar sentuh itu menampilkan pegunungan dan jalanan yang berliku-liku, menurun dan mendaki. Tak lama kemudian, layar sentuh itu berubah menampilkan sebuah gedung sekolah sederhana yang hampir seluruh struktur bangunannya menggunakan bahan kayu jati.Pada tahun 2008, sekelompok peneliti yang berasal dari Badan Riset Nasional pernah melakukan penelitian di Sekolah Menengah Pertama Kalpasastra. Sekelompok peneliti itu melakukan penelitian berjenis design research. Variabel bebas dalam penelitian itu adalah Pendidikan Matematika Realistik sedangkan variabel terikatnya yaitu kemampuan pemahaman konsep. Salah satu peneliti yang terlibat di dalamnya adalah pendiri sekolah ini, Lema Alfa Sayyid.Sekonyong-konyong, Effie terkejut mendengar bahwa kakeknya pernah melakukan penelitian di kota kelahirannya itu.The void was not empty. It was a suffocating, churning sea of forgotten memories and discordant screams. I was trapped within the deepest recesses of my own mind, a prisoner behind a wall of frost. I could feel the First Speaker’s presence prowling through my thoughts like an apex predator, tearing through my childhood memories of the Southern slums, my training in the North, and the intense, burning heat of the bond I shared with Silas.Every time the Speaker touched a memory, it tried to bleach it white, erasing the humanity to make room for its own icy, infinite expanse.“Such fragile attachments,” the Speaker’s layered, discordant voice echoed in the white space. “You built a life out of sand and expected it to withstand the tide. You are nothing but the shell, and the shell is ready to break.”I pushed back. I didn't try to fight the entity with logic or reason; I fought it with the only thing it couldn't comprehend: the raw, chaotic, and messy imperfection of my own life. I grab
The solstice arrived not with a shout, but with a suffocating, unnatural silence. At midnight, the air in the capital stopped moving entirely. The torches burning along the palace battlements didn't flicker; they turned a sickly, translucent green, then extinguished all at once, plunging the city into a darkness so absolute it felt heavy against the skin.I stood in the center of the throne room, my feet planted firmly on the cold stone. I had stripped away my heavy silks, opting for a suit of light, fitted leathers reinforced with star-silver plating. My hair was braided back, and the obsidian collar—now back around my neck—was not a sign of bondage, but a focus for my will.Silas stood three paces in front of me, his body braced, his broadsword humming with a rhythmic, pulsing violet light. He was a statue of pure violence, his nostrils flared as he scented the air, searching for the first ripple in the void.“They are here,” his voice echoed in my mind, cold and sharp as a mountain
The revelation from the temple priests hung over the palace like a shroud. I didn't tell Silas immediately. I spent the remainder of the night in the war-room, pouring over the archaic texts of the High Coven—books that had been hidden in the deepest, most restricted vaults of the palace, written in languages that shifted and bled ink like living things.The term "Vessel" wasn't just a metaphor. According to the texts, the Coven’s original form was a diffuse, discordant frequency of pure, chaotic energy. They couldn't survive in the material plane for long without a physical anchor—a conduit that possessed enough structural integrity to hold their immense, crushing power without shattering. They required someone who was already "touched" by the void, someone whose bloodline had been seasoned by both the harshness of the Northern peaks and the unnatural, corrupting influence of the deep dark.I looked down at my hands. They were steady, but the star-silver bracer was pulsing with a fai
The three weeks leading up to the winter solstice became a blur of frantic, brutal efficiency. The palace was no longer a seat of governance; it had been transformed into a sprawling, multi-tiered armory. The sound of hammers striking iron echoed from the palace courtyards to the city’s outer perimeter day and night, a rhythmic, metallic heartbeat that signaled the preparation for the coming storm.I spent most of my time in the subterranean foundries, where the northern blacksmiths were working alongside the remaining Southern master-smiths. It was a volatile partnership. The Northern smiths were experts in tempering steel to survive the biting cold of the mountains, while the Southerners possessed the delicate art of etching runes of conduction into star-silver. Under my directive, they were no longer forging weapons for border skirmishes; they were crafting mass-produced anti-shadow armaments.I watched from the gallery as the smiths dipped a long-sword into a vat of liquid violet
The lower dungeons of the High Council’s palace were built from a dense, volcanic basalt known simply as the black stone. Unlike the pristine white marble that coated the surface world, these subterranean vaults were designed to absorb all light, ensuring that any prisoner locked within their depth
The keys to the agricultural valleys were surprisingly heavy. Made of raw, unpolished iron rather than the delicate filigree gold favored by the High Council, they felt solid and cold against my palm. As I held them, the permanent star-silver bracer on my right arm gave a quiet, satisfied thrum, it
The journey back up the volcanic shelf was a silent, slow march of victory.The thousand elite Sentinels of the vanguard rode in perfect, tight symmetry, their star-silver pikes no longer held at a defensive tilt but resting upright against their leather-clad thighs. The dawn that broke over the So
The iron-reinforced gates of the Golden City did not hold.Silas hit the center of the massive barricade first. In his colossal, nine-foot shadow-wolf form, his sheer momentum was equivalent to a runaway siege engine hurtling down from the northern peaks. The star-silver plating forged over his hea


















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