LOGINShe knelt beside him, the poison was spreading fast and he was growing worse every passing second.
She mixed the remaining herbs she had left and rested his pale face on her breast. “You better not die. I've risked enough already.” She grumbled, stroking his hair softly. “This is going to hurt…” She applied the mixture she had prepared from the herbs on the wound. He winced but she smiled warmly at him. “Stay still. Can you do that for me?” She was still prepping the thread and needle to stitch him up. “I'll try.” He groaned. “Look away…” Slow and steady, she patched the wound on his side. His impeccable strength seemed like a myth to her as he didn't even move all through the process, just soft growls. Thereafter, she brought out the medicine for him to drink. “Drink up. It's nice…” He knew she was lying. The smell alone made his stomach churn. “That's not wine… and I'm not drinking anything apart from wine,” he protested. She just looked at him like a silly old man, wondering if he thought he was in his palace or something. She raised an eyebrow at him and forced it into his mouth as he gulped angrily. “If you know where you are, you'll shut your mouth and drink up.” Finally, she covered the wounds in cloth and held him close like a child, allowing him to peacefully relax on her chest. All these while, she's been busy tending to him, and totally forgot about herself, but that was too late now. The King was fast asleep. He started healing slowly, but still faster than normal. She carefully studied his bare chest slowly, having her fingers dance around it. The scars he had littered all over his body remained a mystery to her as she couldn't understand why the Alpha King would have such an amount of injury marks. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. Her heart skipped a beat and immediately, she rose to her feet and dragged him to a corner, trying not to wake him up and unsheathed her dagger. Five wolves entered the cave, all rugged and brutal, their weapons out. Black uniforms, red crests, she closely observed all of them. She was trembling but had her dagger ready for anything. The look on her face meant nothing but death, she was ready for it now. “Who the hell are you?” One growled. Immediately, she grabbed Theron's neck and pinned her dagger. To her, that was the only way to save herself as she felt they were his men. “Hey! Easy!!” Theron intervened. “Aldridge, come on, she's got a knife on him. Step away!” Another cried. They still didn't listen, circling around her. However, she was more than happy it wasn't Evander's men. “Now y'all listen carefully. You know he'd be dead if I hadn't touched him right, genius?” They were still not listening. And one of them finally dived at her, but she was fast and had anticipated it. She had been noticing his movements since and immediately, she slashed his cheek and he fell back in pain, wanting to come back at her with full force when Theron's voice echoed across the walls. “Enough!!” They all froze. The madness ended. All weapons dropped and resounding echoes sent shivers down their spines. The area went silent immediately and they all dropped to one knee. “Sire… she…” “She saved me. She lives. Is that clear?” They exchanged glances in confusion and nodded in affirmation. She put back her dagger in its sheath, but didn't let go of it, hoping she might use it anytime soon. They took them back to his pack and he was taken to the hospital, although he ordered she must be taken care of well. Later that night, she was given a small guest room in an old lodge by the edge of Theron's house and she only retired to sleep when she was sure he was okay. However, she couldn't sleep. Her skin itched, her heartbeat wouldn't let her rest, her mind was not at rest. The haunting fear, it never left her. She got up and looked through the window, smiling at the stars. She had always wished she was like them, far away, but can always be seen, always be felt. “I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't have helped him. I should've run further.” She cried and dropped to the ground. In her dilemma, she felt something stir inside her. She felt her heart tremble. A soft hum breathed beneath her ribs, her eyes widened. Fear enveloped her as she whispered. “No…” She held her chest softly as she knelt. She knew it, she felt it. Mate bond, it was real, she just wouldn't accept it. ‘No, definitely not him. No. I'm not… in fact, I don't care.’ The door creaked open softly. She knew he was near, and immediately, she rose up and wiped her tears. He stood there, wrapped in sheets, his eyes tired and needed sleep, but clear. “You felt it.” He wasn't asking, he was stating, but she wasn't ready to accept it, she still didn't care. “Felt what?” “You know.” “I'll leave tomorrow morning,” she declared. “What?! No! I won't allow it.” She rolled her eyes at him and shrugged, tapping her feet softly on the wooden floor. “You're not safe out there. You were running from something, those men, they're still out there,” he recalled. “Please, don't go out into those woods again.” “And you want what? Gratitude? I should clap for you for helping me right? If that's it, you won't get it,” she slammed. She still had her habit of being sassy, the same reason she always got it hot from Evander. She felt she deserved a thank you, and not protection, after all, she protected him out there. He shook his head in frustration, remained quiet for some seconds while she breathed with anger and paced around endlessly and he finally spoke. “Thank you…” Her eyes shone in shock, she wanted it, she just never expected it. “You saved my life out there. I owe you. Just let me protect you. It's the least I can do.” His voice was more than beautiful and it cracked her stony heart, just as if that ‘thank you’ opened her heart. “Okay. I'll stay. But just so you know, it's not because of some bond. I'm staying because it's the only way I can survive.” “Good. Then we understand each other.” He smiled gracefully. “Good night then.” She watched him limp away and shut the door softly behind him and dropped to the ground there. “I'm in love, I can't deny. But love is not real. I'll use him, just the same way Evander used me.” While she sat there plotting evil, the door flung open and pushed her away to the corner. Her heart left her soul already. All she saw was Evander, but the moment she heard his voice, she took a deep breath and almost dived at him. “You scared me!!” He was breathing heavily, “I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask for your name?” She was pissed but couldn't help it. “So that's why you had to push the door that way?” She frowned. “I'm sorry. Just tell me your name. I already told you mine.” “Nyx… Nyx Knight.” He smiled warmly at her. His body itched him to hug her, he just couldn't say the word. “Okay. Sleep tight, Nyx Knight,” he winked and left. “Don't come back here again, silly…” She looked into the skies, a black raven was watching from the dark shadows, its dark eyes glowing with mischief, but the moment it saw her, it flew away. He never let go, Evander was watching, she knew it.The council chamber was filled when Nyx and Theron entered it that morning.Every Alpha was seated and waiting, their faces showing various degrees of sympathy and political calculation. Nyx felt their eyes on her as she took her seat beside Theron’s throne, and through the bond she felt his steady presence anchoring her.Darius stood when everyone was settled, his expression carefully neutral.“Alpha King, Luna,” Darius said. “The council extends its deepest condolences for your loss. We know this is a difficult time.”“Thank you,” Theron said, his voice flat and emotionless.“However,” Darius continued, choosing his words carefully, “the matter of succession cannot be delayed indefinitely. The Northern region needs stability. It needs to know that the Alpha King’s line will continue.”“Then it will be disappointed,” Theron said coldly. “Because the Luna and I are not producing more children.”The chamber fell into heavy silence. Several Alphas exchanged glances, clearly not expectin
Morning came three days after Aria’s burial, and Nyx woke knowing she had to return to the grove. She’d barely left their rooms since the funeral, couldn’t face the corridors of the residence or the eyes of the wolves who lived in Ashville or the weight of everything that had happened. Theron had stayed close, neither of them speaking much, just existing in the space where their daughter should have been. Through the bond she felt his grief matching hers, felt him trying to hold himself together while falling apart at the same time. But the grove was calling to her, the three small graves beneath the oak tree pulling at her like a physical weight, and she knew she couldn’t avoid them any longer. “I need to go back,” Nyx said quietly, and Theron nodded without asking where she meant because he already knew through the bond. “I’ll come with you,” Theron said. They dressed in silence and walked through the residence toward the forest. It was early enough that few wolves were awake,
Night fell and Nyx couldn’t leave the grove.Theron had tried to get her to come back to the residence after they’d finished filling in Aria’s grave, had told her gently that she needed rest and food and time away from the three mounds of earth that held everything they’d lost. But Nyx couldn’t make herself move, couldn’t make herself walk away from her children even though she knew staying wouldn’t change anything.“Please,” Theron said quietly as the last light faded from the sky. “Come back with me. We can return tomorrow.”“You go,” Nyx said. “I need to stay here a little longer.”Through the bond she felt his reluctance to leave her alone, felt him weighing whether to insist or to give her the space she was asking for. Eventually he nodded and stood, telling Caelum and Elara to return to the residence while he stayed with Nyx.When they were alone, Theron sat down beside her and they both looked at the graves in silence. The moon was rising through the trees, casting pale light o
Nyx held Aria’s body for hours after she died, unable to let go even though she knew she should.The small form had grown cold in her arms, the warmth that had radiated from her feverish body during the night fading until there was nothing left but the terrible stillness of death. Aria’s face was peaceful, her tiny features relaxed, and if Nyx didn’t look too closely she could almost pretend her daughter was just sleeping. But the chest that had struggled so hard to breathe didn’t rise and fall anymore, and the small hands that had clenched into fists when she cried lay open and motionless.Theron sat beside her on the bed, one hand on Nyx’s shoulder, and through the bond she felt his grief matching hers. It was different from the grief they’d shared after Lyra and Kael, sharper somehow, more devastating because they’d had Aria. They’d held her while she was alive, had fed her and soothed her and loved her for eight days. Eight days of hope and fear and the desperate belief that maybe
By nightfall, Aria’s condition had worsened. Her temperature continued to climb despite the cooling cloths Elara applied, and her breathing became more labored with each passing hour. The strange high-pitched crying had given way to weak whimpers, and Nyx held her daughter close, feeling the heat radiating from her tiny body and knowing with horrible certainty that they were losing her. “What’s happening to her?” Theron asked, his voice raw with fear and helplessness. “I don’t know,” Elara said honestly, her hands moving over Aria’s small form with practiced efficiency. “Her lungs sound congested, like she’s fighting some kind of infection. But she was fine this morning. Babies don’t decline this fast from normal illness.” “The curse,” Nyx said flatly. “This is the curse. The moon goddess said any child born of my body would be tainted. This is how it’s manifesting.” Elara didn’t argue, just kept working, preparing herbs and tinctures that might help with the fever and the breath
The first day with Aria was the longest day of Nyx’s life. She held her daughter almost constantly, afraid that putting her down would somehow jinx whatever miracle had allowed her to be born breathing. The baby nursed weakly at first, her tiny mouth struggling to latch onto Nyx’s breast, but Elara helped guide them both through it and eventually Aria figured it out. When she did latch properly, she fed with surprising determination for someone so small, her little fists clenching and unclenching against Nyx’s skin. “She’s doing well,” Elara said after examining the baby thoroughly that first afternoon. “Breathing is steady, heart rate is good, color is healthy. Everything looks exactly as it should for a full-term baby.” “Finally,” Nyx said, and felt Theron’s hand tighten on her shoulder. Through the bond she felt his relief matching her own, felt him wanting to believe that finally meant they were safe, that the curse had been defeated. But Nyx couldn’t quite let herself believe
The Confession He Never Wrote Evander had not been inside the Ashville council chambers in weeks. It felt longer than that. He stood in the corridor outside the great doors and straightened his coat and breathed slowly and let the familiar smell of the place settle over him, old stone and candle
The message arrived at dawn. Nyx was already awake when the raven landed on her window ledge its dark feathers catching the pale morning light. She had been awake for most of the night lying in the dark with her bound ribs aching and her mind turning over the same questions it had been turning ove
The dungeons beneath the River of Fernwood were not like ordinary prisons.Ordinary prisons were designed to contain. To hold a body in one place until whoever had put it there decided what to do with it next. They were practical things built of stone and iron and the simple logic of walls and lock
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