Idris was overreacting. He was taking this incident more seriously than I desired. Though I wanted to expose Asma Mirza for the devil she was, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. If anyone found out she handed me over to a pack of rogues, it would be hard to explain how I managed to escape. That too, without being violated. “What reason would anyone have to target Caira, let alone kill her?” Einas Raed snarled, wrapping a protective arm around the she-Lycan’s waist. “Unlike someone else, she’s gentle and sweet, without any secrets.” My heart clenched at the veiled strike. I breathed through my nose, rapidly blinking my eyes to suppress the flood of tears. I felt emotionally unstable right now. His words cut deeper than a knife, twisting my insides and coiling my stomach in the most painful way. The effects of Zaria’s short takeover mustn’t have faded. “Einas.” Idris Raed growled, so deep and low, goosebumps broke out on my skin. “Are you…are you saying Saira deserves to be
The clatter of cooking pots exploded in the air as I dropped them on the floor. They spun in circles, rolling over to the corner where a heap of disposable plates and utensils waited for sorting. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Calm. I needed to stay calm. I counted to ten. The rage, the frustration, the heartache…they flowed out of my limbs with each breath. When my body stopped shaking, I grabbed my purse and strolled out of the Palace kitchen. I did the shopping and prepared the menu. It wasn’t my duty to sort the items. The second I turned the corner, the pungent scent of air-freshener and perfumes drifted into my nostrils. With pale expressions, Omegas and she-Lycans scurried out from a nook on the other side of the kitchen. My chest felt stuffy, my steps heavy, as I trudged out of the palace back to the Lycan Heir’s mansion. The past week had been nothing short of a nightmare. After Einas Raed proved me a liar in front of his clan, the Lycans avoided me like a
I paced in front of Saira’s door. After that day, we barely exchanged a few words of greeting. Or, I wondered, is she avoiding me? Just as I frowned in contemplation, an Omega came up the stairs and dipped into a bow. “Lycan Heir, Beta Zubair is here to see you.” I sighed and waved her away. “Send him to the study.” With a slight nod, the Omega she-wolf turned and headed downstairs. I placed a hand on the doorframe. But my hand wouldn’t move to turn the knob. Would she even want to see me? Lowering my hand, I gave the door a reluctant glance, then turned and went to my study. “Did you see it clearly?” “Yes, Lycan Heir. The Lycan Leader and Lycan Commander entered Mirza Orabi’s mansion through the back entrance.” “Heh. Just as I expected. They haven’t given up on the idea of forming a Royal Court.” I sneered and swiveled around, rising out of my seat. “With the Former Commander’s support, even the Clan Elders won’t be able to stop them.” With my authority, it wouldn’t have been
Growing up, that man spent all his time and energy on the son of his mistress. I sulked in a corner, thinking he didn't like me because of the Luna. I cried and complained to the Moon Goddess. Blamed her for not making me the son of Eira Haris as well. I didn’t understand. Why did Raed Basil not care about me? Even if he hated the Luna, I was still his son. I thought he cared about me, but just didn't show it because of Luna Nazia. So at ten, when I overheard him make a personal request to the former Lycan Commander to train Einas Raed, I gritted my teeth and decided to train in secret as well. Maybe, he would notice me if I showed him I wasn't any worse than Einas. That's what I thought. How naïve I was. The day his bastard son had his evaluation, I challenged him. Though I won, what I got wasn't praise. No, Raed Basil locked me in a basement for training in secret. In his words, training in secret was the first sign of ambition. Of rebellion. Of possible usurpation of his posit
I woke to the sound of banging. Startled out of my beauty nap, I groaned and groggily yanked my blanket to the side and slipped out of bed. Bang! Bang! “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Goddess gracious! Only Asma dared to slam my door like this. I frowned, beyond annoyed, as I stumbled forward and yanked open the door. “Who died and why should I care?” I snapped with ire. Asma brushed past me as if she owned the room. Without the slightest grace, she slumped on my mattress and rolled around until the entire bed sheet was crumbled up. I swear, older sister or not, one of these days, I’m going to kill this bitch! “Your boyfriend and his father are sitting downstairs. Shouldn’t you go and entertain them?” She asked, lying on her stomach. “There are Omegas for a reason. If I have to do their job, they might as well not exist.” Stifling a yawn, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. My hair looked like a bird’s nest. But it’ll have to do with a little comb. There were still a few more ho
After my phone call with Kaim, I finished the dress I was working on and packed up my sewing machine. The full moon this year fell on the first of the month. Which meant, in five days, it would be the first of December. The first night of the Moon Dance. I brought out my laptop and logged onto ‘I, Luna’, the online site for my designer line. I smiled at the membership promotion Sofia set up. She ran the site better than I expected. When my designs began to gain recognition in the human and supernatural world, she took it upon herself to turn it into a famous brand by modeling for the first line-ups. And now, she ran the online site as Vice President, while I made new designs and kept up with custom-orders. In the past few days alone, over a hundred orders came in. Over a thousand shipped out. When I saw the profit sheet, my jaw fell in shock. “Goddess! That’s enough to smuggle in an entire stock of new drugs!” My heart pounded with excitement. With this amount, I had one less thi
We shared an emotional hug of excited squeals and silly giggles, before drawing apart and scanning each other. “Sai, you lost weight.” Sofia commented with a trace of heartache in her eyes. “And you look same as usual.” I gave an uncomfortable chuckle, and asked, “How did you get here? I mean, I’m glad you’re here. But aren’t you four days early?” “Heh. This is all thanks to your husband.” I grimaced at the word. Ignoring my expression, Sofia grabbed my arm and wiggled her finger towards the Palace door. “Girl, are you blind, or what? Look at that hank. Not only does he have the looks and the hot body to go with, he’s also oozing with male god sexiness, that's just begging me to dig my claws in." Leaning closer to my ear, she added, "If he cared for me as much as he cares for you, I would’ve already said to hell with whatever soulmate and taken him to bed!” Idris Raed waved, his lips stretching into a grin when my gaze collided with his. I glared at him. He chuckled and turned in
Eira Haris led us to a secluded corner of the Palace teeming with overgrown trees and bushes. “For privacy.” She explained, when I narrowed my eyes on her. I shrugged nonchalantly, but my guard was up. Not one of the people in this clan could be trusted. “Alright, shoot. What do you want to say to me?” I asked with impatience. “That…” Her gaze went to Sofia. I shook my head and said, “Whatever you want to say, say it in front of her. She’s not leaving.” Eira Haris’s expression turned awkward. She hesitated for a few seconds, but when she saw the firm look in my eyes, she sighed in resignation. “I heard you quit the Warrior Squad?” She began. I raised a brow, but didn’t answer her question. My silence was answer enough. “Look, Saira. I know you’re mad at Einas. From his behavior in the past few days, I can tell there’s more to the story than what he claims.” Ah…she found out her son’s lie. So, did she want to apologize now? I thought that would be ridiculous, as one, she wasn’t