Prologue

Author's note:

This book will feature some dark romance and mature themes, so if you do not like such stories, you may leave peacefully.

This book picks up almost 18 years later of where 'My Fated Alpha' ended. However, you can read this as a standalone as well.

The demons of the past are back to haunt our lead couple and their family along with the entire werewolf community residing in the forest.

But this time, they are not alone. Help is available though it remains to be seen if they are willing to risk accepting it as everything comes at a cost.

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There was once a time eons ago when a handsome prince walked through the wide open gates and marched towards the castle.

Nobody was around and that was how he liked it. Solitude was how he managed to bury the chaos within him. 

However, the moment he set foot inside the gate, he sensed a presence.

Instantly, his posture went rigid and his footsteps echoed through the wide space, the sound of his shoes’ heels clattering on the glassy surface of the ground, bouncing off the walls and further amplifying the noise.

He was angry…he was fuming in rage.

His handsome face was now turned into a scowl and the clouds above mirrored his dark mood instantly. The whites of the cloud were replaced by grey and soon they began thundering, in tandem with the footsteps of the prince.

There was only one thing on his mind…vengeance.

Curling his hands into fists he kept advancing ahead, slamming the wide and large doors of the palace open just with a thought. He didn’t even have to use his hands to make it happen.

The doors crashed into the walls behind them with a booming voice, almost throwing splinters around but the being sitting on the far end of the hall paid no heed.

A vein throbbed in his forehead signifying how much he loathed to see the person sitting on the throne.

His throne.

She was an otherworldly beauty, a sight to behold and she was currently sprawled across the throne, her heels tapping against the floor when she moved. The folds of her large, pale blue gown rustled as she crossed her legs.

His rage was emanating from him like a whiff of smoke, angry and charred yet she refused to look in his direction.

Her long silky hair cascaded down her back like a river and her dress glittered as if it was made of the stars themselves.

Maybe, it was.

A thigh high slit revealed her long, slender legs as the dress’s folds fell on either side of her as if it was made of liquid silk.

She knew his eyes were on her so she slowly raised her hand and placed the tip of her nails painted with the color matching that of the sky. She then began tracing loose circles on her thigh as if she was doing so absent-mindedly.

But, he knew better.

She was caressing her leg, suggestively, her smooth skin glowing radiantly. Her hair fell forward, hiding her beautiful features as her eyelashes fluttered when he raised his hand and smacked the air in front of him.

A wave of air hit her as if he had slapped her with his hand. But other than blinking rapidly, she did nothing else.

“Begone intruder”

He snarled as he continued walking toward her.

That was when she finally raised her head to look at him. Again, she said nothing but her hand now travelled up her slender waist and towards her chest.

She bent a little to adjust her dress’ folds and he was gifted with the sight of her cleavage. Her shimmering, pale blue dress clung to her curves perfectly and left little to the imagination while the low neckline did a lousy job of covering her bosom.

Her fingers trailed the underside of her breast as she stared at him unabashedly tracing slow delicate circles on her skin. 

Now he was affected. 

He folded his hands over his chest and glared at her as his reaction made a ghost of a smile flash across her face.

Had he not been consumed by rage, he would have ripped that dress apart and taken her then and there. She knew that all too well.

“You want me, don’t you?” 

She asked in a seductive voice and he clicked his tongue reproachfully. He wanted to look away but that would only tell her that he was affected…of how much he wanted to throw her back on the throne and let his hands roam on her bare skin…of how much he wanted to…

He shook his head as if to clear the intrusive thoughts in his head.

“Leave before I throw you out” He scowled but she paid no heed to his insult. Instead, she continued to smile.

“I hope you know that you will have to touch me to do that, your highness.”

She stressed the last two words longer than necessary, her voice dripping with mirth. 

If she had meant to make his scowl turn uglier, she failed. In an unexpected reaction, he let out a chuckle that soon turned into a laugh.

For a moment, she forgot everything else and kept staring at him like a curious bird. 

His face lit up like the sun when he laughed, and he clutched his stomach to stop himself. His eyes watered and he wiped them off with the back of his hand.

Her smile faded and she got up from the throne and began descending the steps. She was truly ethereal and her hips swayed from left to right as her heels clinked against the floor.

Slowly, like a gazelle, she approached him and raised her hand to place it on his chest right above his heart which was beating wildly.

He shuddered at the touch and clenched his jaw as his eyes fell close for a short moment. She observed his face, the numerous scars etched on his skin that had now faded with time, leaving only faint lines behind.

Those scars made him look even more handsome, more princely.

After taking a moment to calm his heart, he asked, “You think I want this palace? The riches?” referring to the way she had taken a jibe at his title.

He waited just for a moment before answering, “Then I’ll reduce the palace to ashes”

No sooner had he said so, flames erupted all around them. He had set his palace on fire.

It was of no use to him now that she had set her foot in here. The flames danced around them, as the palace began to slowly crumble.

The throne behind them was being devoured by angry flames as he grit his teeth, “I will do anything to get rid of you….anything.”

She saw the flames mirrored in his eyes that were devoid of all emotions except hatred. She closed the distance between them, their lips just a hair’s breadth away as she whispered, 

“And, I will do anything to make you mine”

She smiled as she dug her nails into his chest which began to bleed.

“Anything”