The second I rounded the corner, the cacophonous chatter of female voices entered my ears. I stopped and surveyed the scene. In the center of the open-island kitchen, a group of she-Lycans clustered around a figure. They sounded excited, fawning even, as they praised and complimented the female of their attention. Even though I couldn’t make out the face of the female, with the cluster of she-Lycans and all, I knew who she was the second I saw them. Caira Mirza. The beloved fiancé of the Lycan Commander, the envy of the Lycan females. As the prospective Luna to the one and only Commander Einas, Caira’s current status in the clan wasn’t any lower than Luna Nazia’s. The reason was simple. Though he was the Lycan Heir, Idris Raed’s authority in the Pacific Sea couldn’t match-up to his father and brother’s. I suspected it had something to do with the Lycan Leader. His deep infatuation with Eira Haris must’ve undermined the Lycan Heir’s authority. However, their family conflict had noth
I moved the instant she stumbled. Slinging an arm over her shoulder, I steadied her body against me, and waved to the girls. “I have a private matter to discuss with Saira. If anyone asks, tell them we’re in the gym.” They nodded their heads, and mumbled something I could only interpret as yes, under their breaths. I ignored the curiosity in their eyes and guided the she-wolf towards the back door. Caira trailed after us with hesitant steps. “Sister…” “Not now. We’ll talk later.” I hissed, and dragged Saira Malivik out of the kitchen, across the flower garden, and into the woods. It was barely noon, yet the autumn chill gave the place a dark and dreary atmosphere. I liked it. It was the perfect ambience to commit a crime. “Fuck, why is she so heavy?” I huffed and crouched. Half-shifting, I pulled her on my back and raced into the depths of the woods. Sound disappeared, and trees flashed past me in a blur. About an hour later, I skidded to a halt in front of a black tree. “I’m h
“I know it’ll be hard. But we can’t drag this matter anymore. From the intelligence we gathered, the witches joined hands with the bloodsuckers, and...” I gulped and swallowed my words. Everything was only an assumption right now. Without proof, how could I convince the Clan Elders? They would call me an alarmist out to disrupt the peace of the clan. “In short, we need a Royal Court!” I finished stubbornly, praying, wishing, hoping I would get through to them. However, their following words dashed the kindle of hope I held, and sunk my heart into utter despair. “Commander Einas, I don’t mean to question you, but this matter concerns the political affairs of the Pacific Sea. You keep pushing for the formation of a Royal Court. Have you ever considered who would lead the new reign? You’re not a bad candidate. But at the end of the day, you’re only a commander. What do you know about ruling?” “And then, there’s us. As Elders, we advise the Lycan Leader and have a say in the passing o
“Did you get the manacles?” “Yes, father. Do you think it’ll work?” “Hm! We can administer the shock if it doesn’t!” My father kicked open the steel bar. Tailed by my brother and mother, they strode into the cramped space with a menacing aura. I scrambled to the darkest corner of the cell. Something in their eyes made my skin crawl and my heart quiver in terror. Fear. That’s the word. Like a razor tongue, it sliced my skin as it slithered up my back and sunk into my organs, coiling its slimy membrane around my trembling heart. I always knew they hated me. They abhorred the very sight of me with venomous disgust. At this moment, however, the waves of dark resentment flowing from their figures made me realize the depth of their hatred for me. To them, I wasn’t a family member. I was their shameful secret. And they hated me for ruining their lives. “You vile creature of sin, get over here!” My brother hollered and rushed over to grab my hair. Dragging me from the corner, he thr
A spark of disappointment shot through me at the she-Lycan’s decisive departure. When I said I wanted her, I had meant it. I don’t know if it’s the aura of command she wielded with mastery, or the wicked soul she tried so hard to hide. But something about the brunette drew me to her. It certainly wasn’t love. A meaningless feeling like that didn’t belong in our world. I glanced at the female laying on the ground and smothered a humorless chuckle. ‘Must be her vicious spirit.’ No female with an ounce of kindness in her heart would deliver another female to our hands. The restlessness of my subordinates was a testament to that. They shuffled on their feet, their entire attention focused on the unconscious she-wolf. Sweat beaded their foreheads, sliding down their naked frames. Their muscles bulged as they fought for restraint. Mating and violence. They were the two things that made us Dark Rogues. We reveled in the pain and terror of our victims, feeding on them the way leeches fed
The piercing howl of wind blasting my ears cut off under yet another shriek of terror. Anxiety pushed at my limbs, initiating the shift from man to wolf without conscious thought. Large and majestic in his coat of obsidian black, Jalal raced through the woods, crushing and stomping anything that stood in his way. Anything that delayed him from getting to her. By this point, I couldn’t be bothered to tell him to remain calm. It wouldn’t make a difference. Ever since we picked up the she-wolf’s scent and left the clan grounds, the idiot had seemingly lost the ability to understand basic language. I relinquished control over our body to him and sat in the back of our shared mind. When I threw a rejection in her face, the link between soulmates hadn’t been established between our wolves. So, he led by scent alone. I didn’t regret my decision. On the contrary, my resolve to draw a line with the bitch became even firmer after yesterday’s discovery. “Einas, Saira’s in danger!” Jalal’s ag
**Saira** “Zaria, no! Don’t you dare hurt him!” I thought my mate rejecting me for another female was the worst thing that could happen to me. That I had everything figured out, and nothing more could hurt me. I thought wrong. The worst thing that could happen to me was now unfolding before my eyes. Staring me down with the familiar revulsion that haunted my every dream. Einas Raed, my mate and the last person I wanted to see this appearance of mine, gazed at me with unblinking eyes. Zaria sent him flying with a vicious kick. “You don’t tell me what to do, vile human. You’ve done enough of that for the past four years.” Resentment dripped from her ruthless tone, almost choking me with a murderous grip. An overwhelming force slammed into me, jolting me in the mental cage, the same way I shoved and sealed her in. The resulting pain shocked me to realization. This wolf, this beast I’d kept suppressed, was filled with bitterness to the depth of her soul. She blazed with a mad rage
The Living Hall of the Lycan Palace was full. The Lycan Leader, his Luna, his mistress, and every extra that either worked or was in the building at that moment was present. I helped Saira to the sofa, blatantly ignoring the presence of my brother, as he shadowed us. Growing up, we never got along. But for some reason, his face irritated me more today, then it ever had before. “It’s called jealousy, Idris. You’re jealous he found Saira before us.” Malko moaned melancholically. I could almost envision him curling his tail around himself. Shoulders drooped, eyes vacant, as grief and unwillingness assaulted my senses. He was right, of course. Though their bond was incomplete, Einas still found Saira before I did. This was the advantage of a soulmate bond. It was an intangible link a bonding mark, or even a chosen mate bond, couldn’t rival. I felt a spark of jealousy. Just a tiny bit, at the bond, at the strong connection my brother still shared with my wife. But I would never admit it