Bliss
A tall woman walked in — with sharp cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked into a braid, and eyes that looked like they’d seen a hundred wars but didn’t flinch once. She was dressed in dark tactical wear, not a wrinkle in sight.
“Your room”, she said, “ don’t trash it.”
I blinked. “ I wasn’t planning to.”
She arched her brow like I had just failed a test. “You’ve been granted temporary housing. That’s the only reason you’re not sleeping in a holding cell.”
I looked around again. “This… is temporary?”
“For our standard? This is basic ,” she said, and then she set a silver tray down on the glass-top desk. Food. Don’t make me regret it.”
“What’s your name?” I asked in a voice quieter than I wanted it to be.
She hesitated. “ Sally. I’ll be your handler until Alpha says otherwise.”
“Alpha Kharo?” I said without thinking.”
“Don’t get ideas,” Sally said, already halfway to the door. “The mate bond doesn’t mean anything here, unless he says it does.”
With that, she left.
I sat at the edge of the soft, platform-style bed and stared at the food — grilled salmon, avocado rice, and a small bowl of berries.
Gourmet. Clean. Like something served at a luxury wellness retreat.
Just wondering what happened to the one they brought before the alpha summoned me.
My hand shook as I reached for a fork.
I didn’t realise how hungry I was until I had the first bite. The warmth grounded me; the taste reminded me I was still alive. That I hadn’t drowned.
After eating I walked into the bathroom. I gasped.
It was the size of my entire bedroom back at my uncle’s place.
Black countertops. Backlit mirrors. A rainfall shower. Gold accents on everything. And a robe hanging with the Kareem insignia stitched into the collar—a silver wolf crest.
I turned on the water, stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the steam. The water hit my skin, and I nearly broke.
I leaned my back against the glass and let the water wash away everything.
Back in the room, I pulled on the robe and wandered to the window. Outside, floodlights illuminate manicured edges and security walls topped with cameras. Wolves patrolled in human form, black uniform and earpieces, moving like ghosts across the property.
This was power. Real, terrifying power.
My eyes drifted to the slick nightstand where someone had placed a sleek digital tablet with my name on the screen.
I tapped it.
Welcome, Bliss.
Temporary clearance level 1:
Schedule uploaded. Training begins tomorrow.
I flinched at the word training. I had no idea what that meant here.
Fight? Spy? Run? Heal?
Another knock, this time gentler
A different girl peeked in— soft features, wavy hair tied up in a messy bun, a calming smile on her face. She wore a white lab coat over casual designer clothes.
“Hey, sorry, just checking in. You’re good?”
I nodded slowly. “ I think so.”
“I’m Elara, a healer intern. They asked me to drop by; Alpha said you might be…” She glanced at the food tray and smiled. “Starving, looks like he was right.”
“ I didn’t know he knew I was still here.”
“Ohh, he knows,” she said, lowering her voice playfully. “He’s got cameras in every hallway. Or let’s just say he doesn’t normally care where new strays sleep, but you? He’s watching.”
That did not calm my nerves.
“Do I look like a threat to him?”
She shrugged. “You look like someone who survived something impossible. That’s threat enough.”
“He didn’t put cameras in the bathroom or something like that, did he?”
She laughed, “Who would do that?”
I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. I hadn’t even noticed.
“You will feel it less in the morning,” she said softly, noticing. “The body is smart; it knows when it is not running anymore.”
“Am I safe here?”
She didn’t lie “for now”.
That night I curled up in the luxurious bed with too many pillows. Under silk sheets that smelt faintly of lavender. I stared up at the ceiling.
Even if it’s for now, at least I wasn’t dead. Let me make good use of it.
Bliss"So what do I do?""You survive. You train. You help Kharo find a way to stop Lycaon before the vote happens." She leaned forward. "And you accept that some people will hate you no matter what you do. That's the price of being different."Different. Such a gentle word for what I was. A woman who'd died and come back. A Cycle-born with power I didn't understand. A target for ancient magic and political maneuvering."I should leave," I said quietly. "If I'm gone, the resistance loses its focus. Kharo can unite the pack against Lycaon without me dividing them.""And if you leave, Lycaon hunts you alone. Picks you off without pack protection. Then come back to harvest everyone here anyway." Aria's eyes were hard. "Running doesn't save anyone, Bliss. It just means you die tired."She was right. I knew she was right.But the weight of it all, the deaths, the politics, the constant feeling of being a problem that needed solving, it was crushing."I'm so tired," I whispered.Aria's expr
BlissThe compound felt different when we returned from the temple.Not physically, the same stone walls, the same torches burning in their sconces, the same wolves moving through corridors they'd walked for years. But the energy had shifted. Something fundamental had cracked, and everyone could feel it.I walked through the main courtyard with my head high, refusing to show the exhaustion that made my bones ache. Refusing to acknowledge the stares that followed me like wolves tracking prey.They blamed me. I could see it in their eyes.Four deaths. Four harvests. And now a failed assault on an ancient enemy that had left their Alpha wounded and their territory vulnerable.All because of me."Ignore them," Kharo murmured beside me, his voice low enough that only I could hear. His hand brushed mine, not holding, just touching. A reminder that I wasn't alone.But I felt alone. Even standing next to the most powerful wolf in the territory, I felt like I was drowning.We separated at the
Bliss"Thank you for coming," Kharo began, his voice carrying easily across the hall. "I know many of you have questions. About the deaths. About what happened at the temple last night. About the threat we're facing."The crowd murmured, restless.An older wolf near the front spoke up. "Four of our pack members are dead, Alpha. We deserve more than vague reassurances."I recognized him, Solas. One of the pack elders. His eyes were sharp, his posture challenging."You're right," Kharo said calmly. "You deserve the truth. So here it is: we're being hunted by an ancient wolf named Lycaon. Some of you may have heard the legends. He's real. And he's using dark magic to harvest souls from our pack."Gasps rippled through the crowd. Several wolves shifted nervously."Why?" someone called out. "What does he want?""Power," Kharo said. "He's building toward a ritual. One that requires the deaths of multiple wolves and the capture of someone specific." He gestured to me. "Bliss."Every eye in t
BlissWe barely made it out of the temple alive, Lycaon’s attack had been brutal, dark magic that felt like it was trying to tear us apart from the inside out. Kharo had shifted mid-battle, his massive wolf form launching at Lycaon with a fury is never seen. Calla and the warriors had fought with everything they had.But we'd been outmatched.Lycaon was ancient. Powerful. And he'd been playing this game for centuries while we were just learning the rules.We'd retreated when it became clear we couldn't win. Kharo had grabbed me, literally grabbed me in his jaws, carefully but firmly, and carried me out while the others covered our escape. The humiliation of being rescued like a pup stung, but I'd been too exhausted to argue.Now, hours later, we were back at the compound. Dawn was breaking over the eastern ridge, painting the sky in shades of blood and gold.I sat in Aria's medical wing while she checked my injuries. Nothing serious, bruises, a few scrapes, exhaustion that went bone
Kharo "Then we fortify. Lock her down. Keep her safe until we figure out what they want.""She won't accept that. She's not the type to hide while others fight." I closed the file. "And forcing her into confinement might push her away. Make her question whether she can trust us.""So what's your plan?""Information first. I need to understand what Lycaon is planning. What the ritual requires. Why Bliss specifically." I stood. "And I need to do it without showing my hand too early."A message alert flashed on my computer. I pulled it up—security feed from the western boundary showing fresh magical residue."The old temple," I said. "Someone's been there recently.""Lycaon?""Possibly. Or Ria." I grabbed my jacket. "I'm going to check it out.""Not alone, you're not." Calla was already moving toward the door. "I'll assemble a team.""Small team. Discreet. I don't want to spook whoever's been there."Twenty minutes later, I was heading toward my chambers to change into tactical gear whe
Kharo I watched Bliss leave my office and felt my wolf claw at my chest.The howl that echoes through the territory is unmistakably Lycaon's. I've heard it before, centuries ago, when he was still bound to this land. The sound of something that walks between worlds. The sound of something ancient and hungry.It accelerated the timeline.I stood at my window and stared out at my pack grounds, at the wolves moving nervously through the compound, at the uncertainty settling over everyone like a shroud.Four missing. Four dead. And now Lycaon has made his presence known, which means he's ready for the next phase.Which means I'm running out of time.I pull up the files on my computer—everything I've gathered on Liam over the past two months. The surveillance reports. The magical signatures. The pattern of deaths that all trace back to him.My brother had become something I didn’t recognize. Something that feeds on pain and power and the desperate hunger for immortality.When did he becom