When Anastasia, a lower level green witch, finally flees from a vengeful wolf pack, she finds herself soul-bond to the very thing she hates, a Lycan. Not only is he a Lycan, but he’s none other than Dominiko, the Lycan King himself! She thought struggling to accept him was the worst of her worries until she is faced with a catch 22. She must overcome her prejudice, embrace her power, and choose between the witches and Lycans, all while a war threatens to tear both worlds apart. Could she really go against her own people? Or will the Lycan kings hope for peace work?
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The wind blew my hair in all directions as I ran as fast as I could from my captors. I only had a few minutes to get over the barrier before they could track my scent again. If it hadn’t been for that cocky meathead guard, I don’t think I would have ever escaped. Who knew challenging him to an arm wrestling match would work in my favor? My heart was racing in my chest and my lungs were burning. My legs felt weak and brittle, but I couldn’t stop running. I had to make it. If I stayed here any longer, I knew I wouldn’t survive another day. The trees broke and the barrier was in clear view now. Just when I thought I would finally be free, a howl sounded in the distance and more howls joined in. He must have noticed I was gone. I push my legs to run even faster. I couldn’t let him catch me. Not again. My coven and I were a peaceful bunch. We keep to ourselves and would help others if they needed. There was a time when we were able to mingle freely between the humans and the wolves until unexplained deaths began to surface. The wolves didn’t mind at first because it was only humans. That was until wolves began to turn up dead as well. Witches were blamed automatically, of course. We thought that we could continue to ignore the war between the witches and the wolves. We chose to stay out of it, but the wolves didn’t care if you participated or not. They only knew hate. Our coven remained visible to the outside world until the year I turned 10. We were attacked, losing many of our people, including my parents. That’s when our High Priestess decided that it was safest to cloak our coven. Had I stayed within the boarders of my coven, I wouldn’t have come in contact with the Silver Moon pack. I had only ventured a few feet south of the boarder when he caught me. He held me captive for two years! Two years his entire pack abused me in ways unimaginable. For two years I was forced to do his bidding. I was a green witch. I followed specific laws with my magic, but for the past two years, I had no choice but to forget those laws. My magic was ment to heal, not hurt but I had no choice. I couldn’t go back to that. I couldn’t hurt anyone else. I couldn’t do that anymore. I was only a few meters away from the barrier when suddenly, wolves came running towards me, breaking through the trees. I was running as fast as I could, but they were faster. My heart jumped into my throat as they grew closer. Finally, I made it. I was halfway through the barrier when I felt a sharp pain rip through my side. I screamed. My body was yanked back. I was being pulled away from the barrier. One of the wolves managed to sink their teeth into me as I was crossing. I tried to crawl away but it was useless. I surged up just enough energy to use the earth around me. The ground broke as the roots of the trees rose up and grabbed hold of the wolf that held onto me. It whimpered and let me go as I made the roots squeeze. Free again, I took off running, ignoring how much blood I was losing, and ignoring the pain. The wolves stopped chasing as they all focused on ripping away at the root that held one of their friends prisoner. I reached the barrier and ran right through it. I didn’t stop running until I reached the road. My feet were bare and they felt raw on the cement surface. Now that I was past the barrier, my Coven should be able to track me. I had to catch my breath before I started moving again. I couldn’t stay on the road, it wasn’t safe. He could easily get in a car and come look for me. I had to think, but my vision was getting patchy. I knew it was from the blood I was losing, but I needed to get off the road. If I could get to the trees, I could use the earth to mask my scent. I managed to get across to the other side and the earth welcomed me. I walked as deep as I could into the trees, and found a spot up against an old oak tree to rest against. My breathing was labored now. I needed to stop the bleeding. There was yarrow all around me, so I collected as much as I could. Using my magic, I pulled the water from the damp morning grass and made a paste. I ripped the fabric from the hem of my now bloodied dress and used it as a wrap. The bite wound wasn’t as big as it felt, so it was just enough paste made. After I patched myself up, I rested back against the tree and used every bit of magic I had left to cover myself in leaves and vines, camouflaging myself from the eyes of anyone. Allowing the soil to mask my scent. The ground beneath me swallowed me whole and I accepted the protection the trees roots gave to me. A wolf running by wouldn’t be able to detect me and that was perfect. I just needed enough time to rest. Just to catch my breath while I waited for my coven to find me. I just hoped they would find me before it was too late. My body felt limp, and I was loosing energy fast. I knew that soon my present state would become a faded memory.Anastasia’s POV He quickly sat up and pulled my panties off of me. His eyes hooded, looking sexy and wild. I could tell that Amos was now here too. It only made me want him- them more. I felt like I was in shock as he stood to his feet and pulled the rest of his clothes off. He was everything a woman could dream of. Tall dark and handsome, and his package was massive. It was intimidating but I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me. Or at least, not on purpose. He climbed back onto the bed and on instinct, I spread my legs to him. He inhaled sharply as he gently climbed back on top of me. Looking up at him with complete vulnerability, his eyes held so much care for me. “This is gonna hurt, but I will go slow.” He spoke softly, and apology mingled in his lust filled eyes. I nodded and braced myself. I whimpered as he pushed through my entrance. With every inch of him, my walls trembled, and my eyes filled with tears. He whispered sorries into my hair and once he was fully in, he slo
Anastasia’s POV I tried my best to maintain my sexual urges while sitting across from this man. I hadn’t seen him in days, and as much as I wanted to stay hating him, it was impossible. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I gave up the fight the day of the attack. I avoided him because I was struggling with internally. I felt guilt and shame for my undeniable need for him, and for the pain I knew it would bring Aron. I purposely used his choice to execute his people as a crutch, an anchor to keep myself away from him. But every night without him, I could physically feel the pain of his absence. We were talking about the witches desire to build a sanctuary for our practices in exchange for knowledge, but I was having a hard time focusing. The longer his peculiar orange eyes lingered on me, the hotter my desire burned. His nostrils would flare with every wave of pleasure that washed through me just from his movements. The way he wore his shirt slightly unbuttoned, his t
Dom’s POV He’s been getting on my last nerve about this the past few days. His impatience was rubbing off on me, and I wasn’t liking the way it was making me. There was so many things I had to do, and the last thing I needed was to be wrapped up with was the lack of a mark on my mates neck. That reminds me, “I came here for something else too. Our prisoners, the witch, Rosalia. She spoke of a prophecy, do you know anything of it?” I asked trying to keep my nerves on ease. “Yes, I know a few prophecies circling around which one are you preferring to?” A few? “The one that has something to do with, what did she say? A redeemer will rise and a guardian of fall?” he immediately started looking through more piles of books. He opened a few and begin roaming through them, searching for any passages that could read similar to what I said. “The witch from the war, before she was killed, she kept mumbling ‘all will end in a gaze of emerald.’” His brow furrowed. “I think I might ha
Anastasia’s POV “We need a safe place to continue our practices and rituals. These modern homes aren’t very helpful.” “Right? I’m having a hard time founding myself in them. Many of the others complained as well.” Rowan complained. Oh boy. This was gonna be a lot. But I won’t let them down. I can’t. “It might take a while, but I will do my best.” I announced. “We will notify the others, and once the sanctuary is complete, we can have the official ceremony.” Rowan stated. I nodded and the others spoke a title more of how they wanted the sanctuary to look. It would not only be our safe haven for rituals, but it would also rule as a school as well. Thankfully, when we were leaving, I made sure that Dominiko got his people to grab our books. Knowledge was important. “Merry meet.” I extended my arms to them expecting the usual exit, but they all gave me the traditional valediction you would a High Priestess. “Merry meet, High Priestess.” They walked away in the direct
Anastasia’s POV "I know, but right now, the witches need me. This is a huge change, and I feel responsible for them. If I never came back, then maybe High Priestess would still be alive." She looked at me with sad eyes. Another reason was that I could also still feel my brothers' and sisters' emotions, but not as strongly as I did the first day. I couldn't tell if it was watering down, or if I was just getting used to them, but what I did know, was that this was another punishment. "I know that you blame yourself, but it wasn't your fault. You couldn't control that outcome, my luna." She patted my head in a nurturing way and I smiled up at her weakly. I finished up my breakfast, and for the first time, I managed to eat nearly all of it. "Look at that, Luna! Your appetite is improving well!" Miss Elaina exclaimed, a huge smile on her face. I stood to my feet and thanked her for the meal. Now that the witches were in the kingdom, I decided to move to the east with them. Do
Dom’s POV projected onto her, wrapping my aura around her so tightly, I could see her physically struggling to breath. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” She whimpered. “I saw her. Rosalia. She was using magic at the river.” She pulled in a few deep breaths before she continued. “I threatened to tell if she didn’t help me.” She admitted. “I just wanted the witch to die, but I knew I couldn’t get caught doing it and she agreed to help. I had someone else switch places with me, and during shift change, she used that time to do it.” I looked at her cautiously. Something wasn’t adding up. ‘She’s telling half truths.’ Amos chimed in. “Did she go inside of the dungeon?” I asked. She shook her head. So that means she didn’t need to enter to kill her. “Then why did you leave, if she didn’t need to enter? Why did you go to her?” I could hear her heart pick up speed. I ripped the other dagger out of her hand and plunged it into her other leg. She screamed loudly. “Don’t leave anythi
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