I focused on the faces scrunched in worry and concern. The same clan, the same Lycans, and yet, so different in behavior after the incident. Yes, I saved their mates. I’d also saved their pups. And most importantly, the virus I infected with the female members not only conditioned their body to the witchcraft of the dark forces, but the antidote also ensured they wouldn’t fall prey to a similar craft in the future. This was an advantage the other species didn’t have. A cure that would cost most millions of dollars to procure. And when the truth of this matter was exposed in the war to come, that immunity would take the form of a blessing that would protect their soul and rise their ranks above the various races. However, that was all in the future, and that war wasn’t the reason why I decided to act. My intention had been far simpler than that. Since the Lycans couldn’t be relied on, and I didn’t have the time to win Einas Raed’s heart, releasing the viral agent and curing the inf
My woman was a gem. This fact was proven with the way she dealt with the couple. As Luna, she had the right to call for their execution. The evidence Zubair gathered would’ve been enough to convict them. She, as well as every clan member in the yard, was aware of this. However. Instead of calling for their execution, Saira commanded the man to repay his mate’s medical fee. If one looked at this from an outside perspective, it seemed as if she was punishing him for being ungrateful. Only the insiders knew she had just exonerated them from the death sentence. Her command was equal to a punishment, and that punishment was equal to her giving the sentence for the attempt on her life. I realized this, and so did the crowd present in the yard. The shift in their emotions was almost palpable, as their gazes on her turned complicated. Without trying, without meaning to…she’d just won the hearts of the clan members. My heart clenched. I didn’t want to let the couple slide so easily. If I h
“Damn it! She got away again!” I slammed my fist into the tree, leaves and branches flying, as the trunk caved in. Hatred and frustration roiled in the pit of my stomach. Four days, 10 hours, and 55, 56 seconds. That’s how long I’ve been trying to get rid of the she-wolf since Idris Raed’s nomination for Lycan King. Never before had I wasted so much time scheming and plotting to remove an obstacle from my path, as I’ve done in the past four days. Even with Asma, I only spent 2 hours. “Caira, there’s something’s wrong with this she-wolf.” “Oh? Why do you say that?” I retracted my hand and calmed down upon hearing Isra’s words. The two of us were a team, the perfect equal in strength and intelligence. We covered each other’s weaknesses and solidified each other’s strengths. If I failed to notice something, it usually didn’t escape my wolf’s sharp senses. “Think about it. Since she came to the Pacific Sea, nothing’s been going well for us. I mean, yes, Einas’s still wrapped around
Fear. Guilt. Shame. Shame. Guilt. Fear. These heavy feelings torture my conscious over and over again, until I'm strung so tight, I'm begging the Moon Goddess to end it. To get me out. She doesn't. Shame. Guilt. Fear. And every passing year...I'm closer to the edge than I was before. ... I grew up in a prominent pack. One deep in the mountains, beside a clear stream of water, surrounded by evergreens on every side. My father was the Alpha and I, his only daughter. Usually, females, no matter how strong and capable they were, never inherited their father's legacy. This case was true for the daughters of Alphas, Betas, and Gammas alike. No matter their status, at the end of the day, they all ended up in the same group. The incompetent, the unqualified descendants, deprived of the right to carry their father's mantel, because they weren't born with a giant stick. But this wasn't the case for me. You see, my daddy fought for me. He earned me the right to lead his pack after him. S
It felt like weeks, months, years had passed since I entered this pack. By some cruel twist of fate, I finally met the soulmate I had been waiting for, only to discover he loved another, and refused to accept me.So here I was, far from the familiar comfort of my home and pack, trapped in a glided room with Omegas, while the Lycans of the Pacific Sea decided my fate.The arrogant pricks didn't starve me or torture me. They kept me well fed with clothes and accessories fit for a Luna. But the anxiety of not knowing what was happening in that hall was wearing down my patience. My fingers were trembling in the telltale sign of an impending shift. But I couldn't risk a shift. Not when I hadn't fully grasped my wolf. So, I forced myself to stay calm, to keep my breathing even by taking deep gasps of air and releasing them on a long exhale.Patience. This was a virtue I never learned to cultivate. I never needed to, when everything I desired was placed at my fingertip before I even voiced
Idris Raed watched me from the bed as I stood before the mirror and brushed my hair. Then braided the sides and coiled it in a swooping ponytail. The ember strands naturally swayed to my butt, showcasing their lustrous shine and thick volume. Withdrawing a white-blue skirt that swept the floor and a long-sleeved blouse from my suitcase, I changed in the bathroom, and applied a cherry lip gloss and smoky eyeliner before checking myself out in the mirror. I always knew. The heated gazes of the males in the Evergreen Pack said it too. But at this moment, probably because I put in the effort and had the intent to seduce, I looked better than I've ever looked before. Hot wasn't even the word. Breathtakingly stunning, but with a hint of innocent charm just about described it. I was glowing, oozing with confidence and grace that would put the most beautiful she-wolf to shame. Exactly as I wanted. At this moment, I was out to win my mate, and any female with a brain should know to step ou
As the Lycan Commander of the Pacific Sea, few males dared to confront me, let alone indirectly deride me. Of course, those few just had to include my brother Idris. "Idris, watch your tongue." I snarled at him. "I would say the same to you." He flashed me a cocky grin and leaned back in his seat. "Don't forget. The one sitting here is my wife." He said it lightly, but I caught the hidden warning in his tone. Interesting. It seemed my little brother was smitten with his new wife. I fought off a chuckle and picked up the glass near my hand, sneaking a glance at the soulmate the Moon Goddess chose for me over the rim. "Oh? Last I heard, this wife of yours was my mate?" I sneered. Same as earlier, I meant to provoke a reaction from the woman with my crude choice of words. But my rejected mate lived up to her reputation of a standoffish bitch. Not a flicker of distress crossed her features when I associated her with the common whore. "Was. The moment you chose Caira, you lost the rig
Once we left the Commander's Mansion, I wrenched my hand out of Idris Raed's grip and practically fought not to storm my way back to the mansion. Though it was now dark outside, there were still some Lycans and wolves loitering around. I didn't want to become their morning gossip."Saira, watch your steps. There are shells in the sand." The bastard I hate called from behind me.I wondered if this dude had a screw loose. He didn't seem to understand my body language, or the dark expression on my face. The hatred in my eyes could freeze anyone to stone. But it wasn't frosty enough to keep him at bay."Saira, slow down. The sand is slippery." He cried out again, sticking to my side with dogged determination that made me grit my teeth so hard, they itched.Picking up my speed, I tried, like always, to ignore his presence and treat him like air.And failed miserably."Saira, your skirt is dragging on the floor. Be careful not to trip.""Saira, how is your arm? Is it still hurting? If it i