**Idris** The instant the Alpha King appeared, the righteous anger on Raed Basil's face cooled into an impassive mask. I smothered a chuckle. The two men glared at each other in what could only be described as a silent war. The Alpha placed the Lycan on edge, that's for sure. In a weird moment of communion, I detected unease from the woman beside me. More palpable than any scent in the tension-laden atmosphere, her apprehension had me instinctively pulling her closer to my side and rubbing her waist in silent comfort. She was worried. I knew. But I also knew she had nothing to worry about. I wouldn't allow her or her dear ones to suffer a loss on my watch. After a period of time that stretched like hours, the Lycan Leader finally opened his mouth and asked, “Alpha Malivik, what do you mean by this?” I raised a brow. When my gaze fell on his clenched fist, a ridiculing sneer stretched across my lips. The placidity in his tone almost fooled me into thinking he’d regained his calm
**Caira** I felt the smile on my face stiffen. “Damn! Damn! Damn! What did that old geezer just say?” Isra was howling in my head. Her disbelief, outrage, and wrath mirrored my own. “He…he said…Idris would become the…Lycan King!” I hissed, my nails sinking into the flesh of my palm as I coldly stared at the Lycan. My heart was racing, the pump of blood pounding in my ears, as I fought to maintain my gentle mask that threatened to crumble. Idris Raed couldn’t become the Lycan King. I worked so hard, endured the nauseating touch of this bastard for so long…all to become the First Lycan Queen! Fuck! I even rejected my fated mate and acted as if he didn’t exist, when every single cell of my body screamed to be near him! For what? Definitely not to be the babysitter of this Clan and the showpiece of this bastard! I gritted my teeth and opened the link between my father and I. “Father! Do something! If Einas doesn’t become the Lycan King, you know what I can do…don’t you?” I snarled at
"Caira Mirza, daughter of Mirza Orabi, former Commander of the Pacific Sea, do you accept Einas Raed as your Chosen Mate and Lycan Commander, your husband and...” My heart broke two months ago. What remained of it shattered a week before. Its ashes…they scattered at this moment. The voice of the Shaman became distant and far. The telltale sign of Zaria’s impending shift twisted my features into a grimace of pain. Seeing my fated mate taking the vows that should’ve bound us together with another female tipped me off the edge. “Idris, I need a breather.” I rasped, already wrenching his hands off my waist and turning to leave. “Wait, Saira! I’ll go with you!” The Lycan Heir grabbed my hand, anxiety and unease flickering in his eyes as he scrutinized my face. “I’ll go with you.” He repeated. “No, Idris. I want to be alone.” My voice came out more of a snarl than I intended. Zaria. She was fighting for control. I pulled my hand out of his grasp and weaved through the throng of crowd w
As Zaria zapped through the woods, I began to contemplate my situation. It was the full moon. The night of my 22nd birthday. This night, I should’ve been accepted by my mate. However, Einas Raed accepted, and by now, probably marked, Caira Mirza, as his chosen mate. Though I had a plan to get him back, Idris Raed’s reaction when the bomb blasted made me hesitate. He had been worried about me. Frantically searching for me. For the umpteenth time, I wondered why. Clearly, the Lycan Heir was everything I wanted in my soulmate. Gentle. Accommodating. And most importantly, supportive. So why did the Lycan Commander turn out to be my soulmate? The bastard didn’t like me. And if the absence of heartache was anything to go by, the connection between our souls grew even weaker than before. So weak, in fact, that I no longer felt anything at the sight of him and his chosen mate together. Slowly, but surely, our soul bond was fading. From every perspective, the chances of us coming togethe
Swift as a wraith. Accurate as a reaper. Ten seconds. That’s all it took for Zaria to rip off their heads. I was in the back of her mind, given a 3D view of their exchange. Even then, I couldn’t figure out how she did it. I was becoming increasingly aware of how different she was, how different we were, from the ordinary she-wolves and she-Lycans. And with this awareness, my anxiety increased. If there was anything that I had learned from the few years of living in the Evergreen Pack, that was she didn’t bless others with special abilities for no reason. I’d received mine from birth, and embraced it early on. However, that still did not prepare me to discover just how drastically different I was. Because impersonating Alpha Malivik's daughter seemed to be only the first step of a grander scheme that my mind failed to grasp. “Of course. Why else would this Princess be trapped with you?” Picking up on my thoughts, Zaria scoffed and turned towards the waterfall. “We still have an un
“Sai, the usual drill?” Sofia asked, pulling me back to my senses. Zaria relinquished control enough for me to mind-link them. “Yes. Send the unconscious to the lab, and the rest for testing. We must make sure nothing happens to them.” “Hm.” Sofia nodded and turned to the girls. “Let’s get to work.” She hollered through the link, getting them to action. Again. I commanded her natural ability to take control of the situation. As their Alpha, all I had to do was give the order, and she saw to it that it got carried out. “We need to scour the perimeter.” Zaria reminded me. I gave the girls a few more instructions. After ensuring they didn’t need me, I said “Girls, the usual drill. Once clear, leave immediately.” “Yes, Alpha!” They chorused in unison and shifted into their human form, looking awfully like a squad of military soldiers. Tia, Bilia and Calla unstrapped the women and set water repellent balls around the water screen, while Sofia, Oma, and Zoya rolled them out to hand t
Seated in a hall of opinionated Lycans, I popped the button of my suite in restless agitation. “Idris, calm down. I’m sure Saira will be fine.” Luna Nazia said, looking warm and relaxed in her seat near the fireplace. So unlike a Luna whose clan had narrowly escaped a disaster. I felt stuffy. Saira was missing, and I couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling that every wolf and Lycan sitting in this hall was safe because of her. “Fine? Heh. Saira runs off, refusing me to accompany her. The second she enters the woods, a bomb explodes and she goes missing. Nothing about this seems fine to me, and you’re asking me to calm down?” Every second we were separated from her, Malko drew closer to the edge. He wasn’t listening to me. Growling and snarling was about all he did. I had the feeling that if I hadn’t kept him on a tight leash, he would’ve already broken to the surface and slaughtered anyone and anything in his way to get to her. And that was the problem. For as long as I have known
I returned to the clan more dazed and shaken than I’ve ever been before. Stars twinkled in the sky, and the full moon glowed radiantly above the trees and crystal-like buildings.Sofia and the girls trailed behind me. The worry in their eyes seared my back. I knew they had questions. In fact, many questions. However, upon seeing the vacant expression on my face, they waited. They probably thought I would tell them what happened in that underground stronghold when the time came, or when I got myself together, like I always did. But the incident this time…I didn’t think I could tell them. “Saira!” “Mate!” Two cries rang out at the same time. I snapped to my senses and raised my head to see Idris Raed and a troop of warriors racing towards us. The worry and fear in the Lycan’s eyes formed a lump in my throat. It’s only been a few minutes, half an hour at most, after the blast. But this short period felt as if hours had passed since I last saw him. My limbs moved without conscious