MasukAmara is just an Alpha’s daughter. Though, she’s treated like she isn’t. Abused, hated, and treated like garbage, she found a way to survive with her family. And at the age of 24, she still hadn’t found her mate, so she was chosen to attend a ball at per the Dark Lycan kings request, along with 39 other unmated females from surrounding packs.Scared and lonely, she is forced to endure the ball with her strength. That is.. until she ends up finding her mate. Sebastian has a dark past. Every night is always the same with him. He can’t sleep, especially after the death of his wife. Plagued by nightmares, his beast takes control every night wreaking havoc upon his palace. He doesn’t even remember the night his chosen mate died, only the aftermath. Only finding her in his bed with him covered in her blood. But then, he met Amara.The Moon Goddess had given him a mate, even after taking a chosen mate and losing her.And his fear of what would happen to her grew stronger with every night he watched her sleep in his bed. Afraid that one day she would cease to exist. That he would be the cause.. or maybe even the many snakes that stay within the walls of the palace.Will Sebastian finally be able to trust himself enough to love her? Will Amara be the one to break through his walls? Will Amara be able to love such a beast, even as she fights the bond alongside him?
Lihat lebih banyakAmara POV
“Wh-what do you mean?” I asked my Father. My heart was thumping erratically in my chest as my fear perfumed the air. Am I going crazy, or did he just say what I think he did? He’d pulled me aside to tell me something urgent. Something he says may change my life forever.. and the words he’s saying only makes me believe that it’s true. “You’ve been chosen as one of the two girls from our pack to attend the Dark Kings Royal ball.” He said. He clasped his hands together and sat back in his chair as he watched me. “But.. why?” I asked with wide eyes. “He’s choosing a wife. He went through every packs list of unmated females over 18, and he selected you and Lola from our pack.” He said. A wife? Another.. wife? I couldn’t believe my ears. Surely, I must be hearing my Father wrong.. am I hallucinating? Am I dreaming or something? I pinched myself.. but nothing happened. Then I dug my fingernails into my palms, cutting through the skin and letting blood seep out. Nothing happened. This is real life.. “Me?” I asked as I wiped my bloodied palms nervously on my training pants. My Father nodded his head and sighed, clearly getting irritated with the fact that I’m still not grasping it completely. “Yes, Amara. You. There are 40 girls in total, and you are one of them. If this turns out in our favor.. you could be the Queen. We will be wealthy, and because of that, the pack will flourish.” He said, pointing out that I’m only doing this for the well-being of the pack. How could he? How could he allow this? I’m supposed to be waiting for my mate! I may be 24.. but I still have time to find my mate. Yes, it’s very rare to not have found your mate by now, but here I am. If I were to be picked.. I wouldn’t be able to be with my mate. The King would force his mark on me, and my mate would never be found. The idea made my heart sink to the pits of my stomach. “H-how will he choose?” I asked nervously. I fiddled with my fingers in my lap as I stared at him, waiting for his response. “He will observe each of you during the ball. I’m sure if he takes interest in you, you will know. He will likely spend most of his time with the girl he plans to pick.” He said. I let out a breath as I took in all of the information. The Dark King is choosing a wife. He only just lost his chosen mate a few years ago.. no one knows exactly what happened, but there are rumors that he went mad and killed her, himself. The man is a beast.. all he knows is death and destruction. He’s killed so many men.. including his parents and his siblings. That is why they call him the Dark King. The Dark Lycan King. “Father.. I don’t think-“ he cut me off with a glare, forcing the words right back down my throat. “You have no choice. He picked you. The ball is this weekend, so I will have a gown made for you.” He said. I tucked my hair behind my ear nervously, trying hard to fight back the tears that threaten to fall. I am the only daughter of the Alpha of Black Forrest pack. Not his only child, but his only daughter. His youngest child.. the child that is the cause of his mates death. During childbirth my mother passed. He has always been.. indifferent towards me. Deep down I know he despises me with every fiber of his being. He’s never been kind to me, always treating me as if I’m some disobedient child. He has always been cruel man. It doesn’t help that my two older siblings don’t like me much either. They blame me for the death of my mother, as if I had any say in that. They act as if I’d taken a silver blade and rammed it straight into her heart.. but all I ever did was be born. “You will be on your best behavior. Do you hear me? If you mess this up for us, Amara.. I swear to the Moon Goddess you will pay.” He growled those last words in such hatred, I swear I felt it pulsating off of him. “Yes, Father. I will, I promise.” I swore to him. Despite the urge to to scream and curse at him, I will be quiet and do as he asks. Not only because I’m afraid of what he’d do, but I’m afraid that if I make the wrong move that the King would take my head. I prefer it where it is.. so I will try to be on my best behavior. “Have you finished your training for today?” He changed the subject. I nodded my head once as I looked away. “Yes, Father. Beta Jamie has posted this weeks scores.. if you’re interested in seeing them.” I said. He nodded and handed him the sheet of paper that was laying in my lap. He snatched it from me and examined it closely. “You’re the top, again.” He said, still unimpressed. Beta Jamie trains all of the warriors. We each train in different combat skills, a new one each week. At the end of the week, we hold one on one competitions where we fight each other. Beta Jamie then scores us from best to worst. I, always end up at first place.. but it never seems to impress my father. “Yes, Father.. I’ve been training extra hard lately.” I said. I was aiming to become one of the head warriors, but every time I ask Father, he turns me down. The only time I’m ever allowed out of the pack-house is to train.. so I don’t see him allowing it ever, but I still try every time. “That won’t be necessary now. Especially if the King chooses you.” He said plainly. He tossed the sheet on his desk and folded his hands together. There was several moments of silence.. each second feeling like a knife to the skin. He leaned over and picked up the glass that smelled heavily of whiskey. “Good, that is all I needed from you. You may go now, Amara.” He said. I closed my mouth and lowered my eyes as I stood. Once I was away from his office, I let out a breath. Goddess, what am I supposed to do? Theres a possibility of me being picked. I’m glad that there are at least 39 other women, but somehow that still doesn’t ease my nerves. I made my way to my room, listening closely to my surroundings. The last thing I need is to run into one of my siblings. If they have heard about this, I’m sure they’d rub it in my face without hesitation. I rushed up the stairs and sighed once I’d made it to my room, walking in and closing the door behind me. I’ve never felt so afraid in my life. I’m going to a Royal ball to be offered to the king.Amara POV Peace turns out to be far louder than war. Not in the ways I expected. War carries screaming and steel and blood soaking into stone. Peace carries life. Children laughing through castle corridors that once echoed with fear. Vampire merchants arguing playfully with wolf blacksmiths in crowded market squares. Fae musicians filling taverns with strange glowing instruments while witches pretend not to enjoy themselves in the corners. The kingdoms breathe differently now. Like something ancient unclenched its fist around the world. The borders vanished three months ago. Not physically. The mountains still stand. The rivers still cut through territories. But the walls between species are gone. Travelers move freely now beneath unified law. Wolves venture into vampire cities without expecting violence. Fae caravans cross Lycan territory openly beneath moonlit skies. Witches have begun establishing sanctuaries near mixed villages where every species walks t
Amara POV “By the gods. A Lycan?” The fae queen’s voice cuts through the chamber sharp as shattered crystal. Disbelief flashes openly across her face now, elegance cracking beneath the sheer force of whatever she feels crashing through her bond. Her violet eyes remain locked on Edgar as though looking away might somehow undo what just happened. Edgar still has not moved from the doorway. Honestly, I do not think he remembers what he even came in here for. Rainwater drips quietly from the edge of his black coat onto the stone beneath him while the entire council chamber watches the terrifying fae queen stare at one of Sebastian’s guards like the world just tilted sideways beneath her feet. Magic pulses again. Wild and ancient. The flowers woven into the fae queen’s silver hair bloom violently all at once, pale petals spiraling briefly into the air around her before dissolving into glowing dust. Edgar swallows hard. “Your Majesty,” he says carefully, sounding one
Amara POV The storm does not quiet for the rulers of kingdoms. It greets them like an omen. Thunder rolls across the mountains long before the first delegation arrives, dark clouds swallowing the sky until the castle itself feels stranded between worlds, suspended somewhere between ruin and rebirth. By nightfall every throne has answered Sebastian’s summons. The great council chamber blazes with torchlight and old tension, massive pillars carved from black stone stretching toward vaulted ceilings painted with the history of kingdoms that once tried very hard to destroy one another. Now all of them sit beneath the same roof. Watching me. Judging me. Fearing me. The fae queen arrives first. She enters like moonlight sharpened into a weapon, silver hair braided with living flowers that bloom and wilt in shifting colors as she walks. Ancient power hums around her so intensely the air itself bends faintly near the hem of her pale gold gown. Beautiful. Terrifying
Amara POV The throne room has never felt this cold before. Not because of winter. Not because of the storm clawing against the mountains outside. Because every person inside it can feel something shifting beneath the world. Sebastian stands beside the black stone throne with his arms crossed tightly over his chest, golden eyes fixed on Azriel like he expects the old man to transform into a monster at any second. Luther remains near the doors with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, while Beta Jamie watches in sharp silence from the edge of the chamber. No one trusts him. Frankly, neither do I. Yet somehow Azriel looks entirely unbothered by the hostility curling through the room. He simply studies the vaulted ceiling above us as servants rush to prepare the chamber for the elder council. “This.. is the first king,” Sebastian says quietly to me, clearly unbelieving. “I know.” “You believe him?” The question lodges somewhere ugly inside my chest. Do I?
Sebastian POV For a moment none of us move. The kid stands there in the firelight like he just wandered into the wrong campsite by accident. Dirt on his cheeks. Bare feet. Torn shirt hanging off one shoulder. And a dagger humming with enough magic to make the hair on the back of my neck sta
Amara POV For a moment the throne hall feels too quiet. The fire crackles softly beside me, its flames dancing in lazy orange waves that reflect off the polished black desk between us. My father leans back in his throne like a man completely at ease, like the conversation we just had was not
Amara POV Morning comes slowly. Slower than usual. Not with the sounds of the people waking for training, or the distant echo of warriors sparring in the courtyard like I’m used to. No. This morning arrives in quiet, creeping through the tall windows in pale strips of gray light. F
Sebastian POV Morning came slowly, like the forest was reluctant to admit we’d survived it. Sleep didn’t come easily. But at least I got a few hours while Luther took over watch. A thin wash of gray light filtered through the canopy, catching on the dying embers of our fire. The air was damp
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