Elora, a 25-year-old Omega, is sold as a slave to Lycan King Alaric Greyhound. Despite her circumstances, she falls for him, but on their mating ceremony day, he rejects her for her cousin. Heartbroken, Elora discovers Alaric's rejection was part of a sinister plot against her and her family.Determined to reclaim her place and seek justice, Elora navigates the treacherous Lycan world, uncovering dark secrets and ancient rivalries. Will she overcome her past and forge a new future, or will the shadows of her rejection consume her?
View MoreAlexander listened attentively to me as I began my story. His expression and demeanor remained the same throughout-curious filled. I narrated to him how I was sold by my father to Alaric for the sake of his kingdom and how I had been treated nicely at first in Alaric's mansion only to have my heartbroken when my own cousin was revealed to be his Luna. I told him about my journey through the forest and how many times I avoided death by rogues. I revealed everything to him-all except my pregnancy. Alexander relaxed in his seat after I had finished telling my story. His eyes remained fixated on me, his expression now stoic. I held tight the wine glass in my trembling hands as I tried to read the thoughts behind his new demeanor. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry about what happened to you," he said with a voice so calm that it managed to relaxed my nerves. "What your father did... it's unacceptable and all that you went through in Alaric's hand..." he paused,
I froze, almost stumbling to the ground as I sighted the weapon in the Alpha's hands. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes locked with his. He seemed to be asking me something as his mouth moved but everything sounded distant. "... you okay?" I managed to catch a few of his words, though my mind struggled to process them amidst the stirring anxiety in my chest. "Yeah, I'm... I'm okay," I stuttered after I had found my voice. I tried to steady myself on the crutches but they kept on slipping under me. "I'm... I'm actually--WHOA!!!" The crutches suddenly slipped from beneath me, causing me to lurch forward. Instinctively, I reached out for support, but all I caught was air. Suddenly, I heard a small whiz and a flash of red blur. Before I could process what was happening, I found myself stopped by strong, firm grip. I was then pulled upright and steadied, my heart still racing. I looked up to see Alexander's golden eyes focus on mine intensely, the look of concern in them. "You ha
I sat up on my bed after hearing light knock on the door. Adjusting my duvet over myself and patting down my dishevelled hair, I called for the person outside to come in. The door creaked open slowly and in walked a young maidservant. She had a small tray on her hands with a cloche on top. I presumed she was bringing me my breakfast. "Good morning, miss," she greeted with a small smile as she closed the door slowly with her foot. "How do you see your room?""It's... good," I answered with a small sigh as I relaxed my back against my beds headboard. I watched as she walked over to my bedside table and placed the tray on it. Turing to me, she smiled warmly and said, "it's good to hear that, miss." "Thank you," I replied to her softly, returning her smile with a faint one of my own. "But... I prefer you call me by my name and not... Miss." She stared at me for a few moments, a somewhat blank expression on her face. It didn't take too long for me to realize that she was waiting for me
"You're... you're saying, I'm with child?" "Well, yes, you're with child," the old man said with a small chuckle as though I had said something funny. He looked up from what he was doing and his smile immediately faded away as he saw the expression on my face. He paused, his hands hovering over the bottles on my bed. "You didn't know?" Before I could give an answer, the door suddenly opened and both our eyes turned towards it. Standing by the doorway was Alexander, the man who had rescued me earlier. His intense gaze moved from the old man to me and I saw a look of concern in his eyes. "You're awake," he said softly as he walked into the room and closed the door behind him with a soft click. Unwrapping his sheathed sword from his side, he walked over to my side and sat on a small stool by the bed. His eyes lingered on me for some moments before turning to the old man. "How is she, Azreon?" "She's actually getting better," the old man replied as he poured the content of one of the
I sat on the ground in silence, staring at the man's outstretched bloodied hands. I didn't know know what to say as my mind still struggled to process all that I had just witnessed.The chase, being close to death, the blur, and now this stranger standing before me, offering his hands as though we were close friends-I just didn't know how to react to it all. The smile on the man's face remained, widening as he withdrew his hands back. His strange expression seemed out of place, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked chaos before me, but still, I couldn't deny the fact that I felt some kind of... safety in his presence. "You're not good with strangers, I see," the man said as he unsheathed a bloodied sword from his side that I had not seen in his hands before. Part of the blade that was not covered in blood gleamed in the sunlight as he wiped it with a small rag. "And you seem to be the quiet type too." "I'm... I'm sorry," I muttered, my voice barely a whisper. My gaze flickered from
I paused my eating and crouched as my eyes turned to the window. Small murmurs and laughter echoes from outside as large shadows passes by. I turned my gaze to an open window before bringing it to the slowly approaching figures. I muttered a cuss under my breath as I quickly left the table and ran to the window. Carefully, I crawled out the small space, careful to not let any of the broken glass cut me, and landed softly on the grass outside just as the wolves pushed the door open. "Go drop the spoil at the back so we can go on with our feast," I heard one of the wolves say. Whoever he had been speaking to grunted in response, and I heard the heavy footsteps grow louder. My heart raced as I crouched lower, trying my best to stay hidden behind the tall bushes by the house. The scent of the wolves filled the air, sharp and pungent, and I knew at once that they were rogues. Why was I always stumbling into them? Keeping low, I crept along the side of the house, moving silently throu
I grabbed a handful of mud and threw it at the rogue wolf. He grunted loudly as it hit him on his face, causing him to lose his vision temporarily. He tripped his foot against a stone and fell down hard on the ground right beside me. I let out a loud gasp as he fell by my side. His hands swayed from left to right as he tried getting a hold of me but I scooted away from him before they could get to me. Taking my chance to escape, I hurriedly stood up to my feet and jumped into the river. As I swam to the other side, I took a few glances behind me to see if he had recovered, but to my relief, the rogue wolf was still disoriented, slipping and falling constantly as he struggles to get up on his feet. I reached the opposite bank and scrambled out of the water, a small chill running down my spine as the cold water trickled down my back. My clothes were heavy and my breaths came in short gasps as I knelt down on the floor. I took another glance at the rogue wolf and to my horror, found h
The rogue wolves circled the base of the tree, their eyes never leaving me as they sneered up at me perch. I knew they could get to me if they wanted but it seemed like they wanted to play with their prey first before attacking.Suddenly, one of them leaped from the ground and swiped at my branch with his claws. A large chunk of it immediately broke off and fell to the ground. They laughed as the branch underneath me began to creak. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and whatever though of escape that I had formed immediately fled from me as my body trembled with fear. The branch I was on was about to give way and I knew I wouldn't stand a chance against them if I fell to the ground. Suddenly, one of the wolves ears twitched and they all stopped moving. Their heads immediately snapped in the same direction as a small rustle was heard. From the corner of my eyes, I saw a movement-a flash of fur dashing through the underbrush. I recognized immediately from its coat that it was a sma
I stopped by a large tree and laid down by its large roots. My breaths came in sharp wheezes as I tried to calm my beating heart. Beads of sweat poured down my face, glistening in the moonlight as they fell to the ground. I was exhausted. I had been running for more than an hour now-a feat that I never believed I could achieve-and my legs were begging me to stop. If I continued on, I could break down from exhaustion and lose whatever strength I had left in me. "Ughh," I grunted in pain as I grabbed my grumbling stomach. The hunger that had left me since morning had finally descended upon me with full rage. I should have eaten when Gadot told me to. I lifted my head up, searching the trees for any fruit that I could eat to satisfy my groaning stomach but unfortunately, I could t find any. I sunk into the ground and closed my eyes tight as I took in deep breaths. Suddenly, I heard a snap and a small object hit me on the head. I opened my eyes and stood up from the ground quickly, t
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