Lucian POVUnder the scorching midday sun, I watched as the pack members unleashed their raw power in the training arena. Their every strike was like lightning, their movements a symphony of deadly grace. Yet, amidst the flurry of their prowess, my eyes fixated on Lyra, a pitiful figure at the fringes of the sparring ground.A surge of fury coursed through my veins as I witnessed her feeble attempts to mimic Alex’s strength. Every motion she made was a mockery, an insult to the very essence of what it meant to be an Alpha. How could I, a creature born of unparalleled might, be cursed to endure the chains of association with someone so pitifully weak?My contempt for Lyra intensified with each passing second, fuelling a fire within me that threatened to consume everything in its path. The weight of the curse that bound us became a suffocating vice, squeezing tighter with every beat of my furious heart. I could no longer tolerate the indignity, the profound injustice of being shackled t
I descended the staircase, each step echoing through the dimly lit hallway. The anticipation and urgency weighed heavily on my shoulders, an invisible burden that propelled me forward. My mind buzzed with the need to find information about Selene, to unlock the secrets hidden within the dusty tomes of the library.Selene's curse gnawed at my soul, a constant reminder of the darkness that threatened to consume me. It whispered in my ear, urging me to dive deeper, to seek answers that could break the chains that bound me. With every passing moment, the urgency grew stronger, intensifying the shivers that ran down my spine.At the bottom of the staircase, Asher leaned against the railing, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes sparkled with anticipation, oblivious to the storm raging within me. I plastered a facade of casual curiosity across my face, hiding the turmoil that churned deep within my being."Ready for a trip into the depths of knowledge?" he asked,
My eyebrows arched imperceptibly, a subtle response that barely betrayed the surprise that I felt from the collision. I glanced at Asher and Alyssa, their eyes widened in amusement, and I could sense the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. With practiced composure, I straightened my posture, a stoic resolve settling over me like a cloak of authority. My eyes bore into hers, a silent acknowledgment of her presence, as I awaited her next move.Stepping closer, Asher's mischievous eyes sparkled with amusement. "I see you've met our librarian, Lucy," he chuckled.I nodded, offering a polite smile. "Yes, it was quite the introduction," I remarked, a hint of amusement lacing my voice. "You certainly know how to make an impression."Lucy, fumbling with her fingers blushed and stammered out an apology. Her scatterbrained nature was evident in her disoriented demeanour. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you like that. My mind tends to wander off at times."I co
Lucy's determination radiated through the air, tangible and electric. Her fingers danced delicately across the library shelves, her gaze like an arrow seeking its elusive target. Book after book blurred in her relentless pursuit, her eyes darting from one weathered spine to another. I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness.Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding and eager antic
Lyra’s POVEntering the library, I cradled the stack of books in my arms, remnants of my recent exchange with Lucy. The scent of aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the faint hint of dust. My eyes eagerly scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of Lucy amidst the rows of towering bookshelves, but she eluded my sight.Instead, my attention was drawn to Alyssa and Asher, their figures huddled together at a nearby desk. Rays of sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting a warm glow upon their animated faces. With purposeful steps, I made my way towards them, the sound of my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet beneath my feet. The world around me seemed to fade into the background as my focus zeroed in on the scene before me. Alyssa's brows furrowed in concentration, her delicate fingers tracing the faded text on weathered pages. Asher, leaning in closer, his eyes alight with curiosity, absorbed every word.With a mischievous glimmer in my eyes, I couldn't resist the
Alyssa's excitement bubbled over as she revealed their own discoveries. "That's incredible! We've been uncovering family records and personal accounts," she gestured towards the scattered books, "and they mention the Lycan Lords too."My heart quickened with anticipation, this was the perfect opportunity to learn more about Lucian, if he truly was a Lycan lord. This was my chance to unlock the mysteries that lay beneath the surface, to peel back the layers of Lucian's identity and understand the depths of his connection to the legendary figures."Can I join you?" I interjected, my voice teeming with anticipation. "I have a certain familiarity with ancient texts and, well... Lycan Lords," I emphasized, my eyes darting momentarily to meet Lucian's piercing stare. Yet, I refused to back down. The fire within me burned brighter, igniting a determination that overshadowed any doubts.I turned my attention back to the rest of the group who all nodded in agreement, granting me permission to
As the early morning sunlight bathed the training field, I stood in the front row of the punching bags, determination etched on my face. I arrived early, eager to hone my skills and push myself further. The memory of my previous training session, where I struggled to keep up with Alex, fuelled my frustration and igniting a burning desire to prove my worth.With each strike against the punching bag, my frustration found an outlet. My punches landed with a mix of power and desperation, as if trying to physically vent my emotions. However, deep within the recesses of my being, a lingering feeling of being dismissed by Lucian clawed at my thoughts. The memory of offering my assistance, only to be met with his curt words, "Haven't you helped enough?" played on an endless loop in my mind.It served as a reminder of the consequences of my initial summoning, binding him to me against his will. Had I overstepped my bounds in offering my assistance? Were my efforts in helping him break the curs
A rush of adrenaline surges through my veins, electrifying every fibre of my being. The moment hangs suspended in time. Our eyes locked in an intense gaze. The weight of his scrutiny bears down on me, mingling with the heat radiating from our bodies. It's as if the entire training field holds its breath, anticipating the outcome of our entangled struggle.My chest rises and falls rapidly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Beads of sweat roll down my temples, mingling with the dirt and grime on my skin. The air is heavy with the scent of exertion and the lingering traces of our previous banter.A triumphant smile dances on my lips, a silent proclamation of victory. The surge of satisfaction courses through my veins, emboldening me further. I have proven my resilience, my determination to overcome any obstacle standing in my path.But even as the triumphant glow envelops me, I can't help but feel a tinge of vulnerability. Lucian's piercing gaze seems to unravel the layers of my soul, ex