The Contracted Bride
Walking through the hallways of the moonlit palace, Ayla’s heart trembled at the stares she received from the people. Two years into her marriage to Alpha Asher, Ayla was still treated as the low omega who killed her mother.
She thought leaving home would bring her some kind of solace but her past seems to be right up her alley, ready to devour and remind her of who she is. A nobody.
“Do you mind?” Ayla asked the person in front of her.
“I do mind,” the person said, refusing to budge. “You don’t belong here, Omega,” the person spat, their harsh tone cutting through Ayla like a sharp knife.
“I’m not here for trouble, just a bowl of water, that’s all.” Ayla’s voice came out as low as possible. She didn’t want any ammunition to be used against her.
“Let her go,” someone else said. “A bowl of water is the only thing she is asking for, don’t make a scene.”
Ayla breathed a silent sigh of relief as her tormentor stepped aside, allowing her to pass.
She walked to the kitchen, retrieved a bowl of water, and quickly left before someone else could harass her.
That had been Ayla’s daily reality since arriving at the Moonlit Pack. She had allowed herself to dream that life would be different here. But things never change, not as long as she is around anyway.
Ayla placed the bowl of water on a stand beside the bed and gently caressed the face of Luna Kali, who slept peacefully before her. Upon her arrival at the Moonlit Pack, Alpha Asher quickly made it clear to Ayla where she stood and where she belonged. Which was confined to the four corners of this room, caring for the woman who held her husband’s heart.
Ayla couldn’t help but allow the tears in her eyes to flow down her cheeks. This was going to be her for the rest of her life and there is nothing she could do about it but wait and see if the goddess finally shines her light on her.
The door of the room cracked open. She quickly wiped her tears, turned around and bowed to Alpha Asher. She knew better than not to bow, especially after he publicly humiliated her.
“What progress are you making?” he asked her and she sighed.
“Her skin colour is returning back to normal, Alpha and this was something we didn’t see two weeks ago,” she said with a smile on her face. She was proud of the progress she has made so far.
“Hmm,” Alpha Asher’s hands were on his jaw, caressing it. “Her skin colour.”
“Yes, Alpha.” she said. “It’s a really good progress,” Ayla could sense the atmosphere in the room getting tense.
“Good progress!” Alpha Asher roared, hitting the bowl of water off the stand. His breathing became heavy, it could be heard across the room.
Ayla flinched, taking a step back. She was trembling from her hands to her toes.
“You were given a job to do,” Asher pointed, taking a step closer. “But you seem to suck at everything, just as you suck being a wolf.”
Those words cut through Ayla like a sharp knife, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to well up, but she fought to hold them back. She wasn’t about to give Asher the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
I-I’m sorry, Alpha,” Ayla muttered, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. “I’ll try to do better.”
Alpha Asher’s face turned into pure disgust and disappointment. “Try? You think trying is enough, you are a disappointment Ayla. choosing you as my wife was a mistake.”
Ayla felt like she had been punched in the gut, she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe or think. All she could do was stand there, frozen in humiliation and in pain.
Suddenly, Alpha Asher’s face was inches away from her. His hot breath filled her face. “You are nothing but a failure. And failures have no place in my pack.”
“Wh-what does that mean, Alpha Asher?” Ayla stuttered, her eyes moving in a lot of directions.
He walked away from her, towards the bend where Luna Kali laid. He bent over and kissed her forehead. Ayla closed her eyes, no one has ever treated her like that.
“It means,” she opened her eyes as soon as she heard him speak. “I’ll have no choice but to return you back to your father’s pack.”
Ayla’s eyes widened in horror as she processed Alpha Asher’s words. Return her to her father’s pack?
The thought alone sent shivers down her spine and she trembled within. She knew what awaited her back there, rejection, humiliation.
“Please, Alpha,” she took a step forward. “Please, don’t send me back. I will do anything. Please give me a second chance.”
Alpha Asher turned to her with a smirk on his face. “Will you do anything?” he asked and she nodded.
Ayla felt movement around her and in a matter of seconds, she was on the floor on her knees with Alpha Asher’s hands pulling her hair. Pulling her towards the door.
She crawled on her knees through the hallway with Asher pulling her hair. People began to whisper and the palace became filled with crowds, trying to get a peak of Ayla’s humiliation.
Ayla’s knees stung from the pain and humiliation of crawling down the hallway. She could hear the whisper and snickers from the people around her, and felt like she was going to die from shame.
Alpha Asher finally stood in the mini field in the middle of the palace. People gathered around to hear what the Alpha had to say.
“This is Ayla Stormbringer, an omega without a wolf,” the people around gasped, including Ayla. she never thought her wolflessness will be broadcasted in front of the whole palace.
"She's a failure, a disappointment, and a shame to our pack," Alpha Asher continued, his voice echoing through the courtyard. "She's been given every opportunity to prove herself, but she's failed at every turn."
Ayla felt like the air had been knocked out of her chest, she could hardly breath. She couldn't believe Alpha Asher was doing this to her, humiliating her in front of the entire pack.
"As your Alpha, it's my duty to protect and provide for this pack," Alpha Asher said, his eyes scanning the crowd. "And I will not tolerate failure. Ayla Stormbringer, you are hereby stripped of your title as Alpha's wife. You will be relegated to the lowest rank in the pack, and you will serve as a servant to the pack, and my wife."
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Ayla felt like she was going to vomit. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Alpha Asher's eyes locked onto hers, and Ayla felt a chill run down her spine. “Now go, before I change my mind.”
Ayla didn’t realise how fast her legs took her but she ran towards Luna Kali’s room as fast as she could. She got in and stood against the door, trying to even her breathing.
She picked up the bowl, there was a bit of water in it and she could see her reflection. In anger, she screamed, throwing the ball against the wall. A huge ball of lightning emerged out of her, knocking her unconscious.
The Awakening & BetrayalAyla’s eyes opened and she felt like she was laying on the ceiling and looking down on the floor. She tried getting up, but felt lightheaded and stayed back down.She caressed her forehead, wondering what made her lose consciousness. Upon hearing Alpha Asher’s voice Ayla stood up to find Luna Kali awake and in Asher’s arms.“Luna Kali,” Ayla’s voice was filled with excitement. “You are finally awake,” Ayla couldn’t contain her excitement. This was something she had wished for since she got the Moonlit pack.“And you are?” Luna Kali asked, seizing Ayla up. Wondering who the woman who has been laying on the floor since she woke up was.“I’m Ayla Stormbringer, your caretaker and healer,” Ayla responded then looked at Alpha Asher. “I’m also…”“A nobody..” Alpha Asher interrupted before she could speak. “And you need to leave now!” his voice echoed in the entire room. Ayla wept as she scurried away.As Ayla ran, the trees blurred together, their branches twisting o
The Auction & The Lycan’s ClaimThe grand hall of Asher’s palace was bathed in golden light, the chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Laughter and chatter filled the air as noble families and powerful Alphas celebrated Kali’s miraculous return. The wine flowed freely, the music was enchanting, and the scent of power and wealth clung to the air like a heavy perfume.“Look who it is, the wolfless omega,” Ayla’s eyes shone as she turned around to see her stepsister. “Oups, don’t they know about it?” she asked, looking around maliciously.“What are you doing here?” Ayla asked her.“It’s a party and I was invited on behalf of my father,” her stepsister responded and Ayla scoffed. Her father had never once let her take his place at an event. He was scared she would embarrass him.“He is my father too,” Ayla said, her voice low and even. But her step sister laughed.“Judging from the way you look, I highly doubt that,” she sipped her wine and walked away.
The Lycan’s Prison or Sanctuary?Alya had expected chains. Darkness. Cold stone walls and cruel whispers in the night. But as she was led into Slade’s territory, she found none of those things.The massive gates of his domain creaked open, revealing an expanse of towering pine trees and rugged cliffs. The scent of earth and rain filled her lungs as she stepped hesitantly forward. Wolves—both in human and beast form—watched her with unreadable expressions, their golden eyes tracking her every movement. Yet no one moved to harm her. No shackles were placed around her wrists. No cage awaited her.Still, the uncertainty ate at her. What did Slade want from her? Why had he spent such a crazy amount of money just to bring her here?The answer came soon enough.Slade strode ahead of her in his wheelchair, his powerful frame cutting through the crowd effortlessly. He stopped just before the grand estate nestled against the cliffs, turning to face her. His piercing gaze bore into hers, sending
AYLA“Wake up, wake up!” I heard the sound of Slade’s voice as I struggled to open my eyes. I looked around my elegant room, and no one apart from me was in it.“Ayla….” his voice trailed from outside the door. I rolled my eyes as I walked to the door, not before hitting my head on the pole of my bed frame.“Urggg….” I grumbled as I robbed my temple. The door opened, and there he was in his wheelchair again.“Your highness,” I bowed slightly, trying to keep my eyes off the wheelchair. I thought I healed him days ago. Why is he still using it?Slade sighed, his deep brown eyes watching me with amusement. "You don’t have to do that every time, Ayla," he said, shaking his head.I straightened, crossing my arms. “I’m new to all of this. I’m still getting my bearings, so you will have to bear with me,” I said to him, but he wasn’t looking at me. He was, but not my face, where his eyes were supposed to be.“Hmmm,” I coughed slightly, adjusting my robe. His eyes met mine, and they had a hint
AYLA“Left, right. Left right,” I kept swinging the rod in my hands, trying to get a solid grip on it.“Again,” I heard Slade’s for the tenth time. I rolled my eyes and kept swinging the rod in different directions.When Slade offered to help me train to own my powers, I thought it would be something more rigorous. Not something as simple as swinging a rod.Slade stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his face unreadable as usual. The late afternoon sun streaked through the treetops, casting shifting shadows on the forest floor where we trained. I was already slick with sweat, my arms aching from the repetitive motion.“I don’t see how this helps me control my powers,” I muttered under my breath.Slade raised an eyebrow. “Control starts with discipline. Focus. If you can’t command your body, you’ll never command the powers.”Easy for him to say. He didn’t have magic curling in his veins, begging to be unleashed.Frustration boiled just beneath my skin. I swung the rod again. this time h
AYLAI stood in the high hall holding my breath as Queen Lyra walked around me, measuring me up with her eyes.“The goddess plays games,” she said, and I swallowed hard. What does she mean by that? “Giving an omega such an amount of power,” her words brought tears to my eyes.“Mother…” Slade’s voice stretched. Like he was giving her a warning. “It’s fine. I can handle it, Slade,” I said, and she gasped.“Your Highness,” she said, and I looked confused. “You do not call my son by his name in this palace,” I nodded and bowed slightly in obedience.She turned around and walked towards her chair. I looked at Slade, who just shook his head in exhaustion.“Where are you from, girl?” she asked as she took her seat.“Stormbringer pack, my Queen,” I answered, and she rolled her eyes. Other members of the council murmured among themselves.“What’s going on?” I asked Slade.He cleared his throat, “Stormbringer pack aligned themselves with the Moonlit pack and declared war upon us years ago,” h
AYLAMy eyes drifted to Slade, who had a look of concern on his face. I haven't been able to control my powers, and he knows this. But from the look of things, I don’t think he will be able to change his mother’s mind.“Well, go on,” I could hear the mockery in her voice. “You do not want to keep this subject of the King waiting,” I cleared my throat. “You want to serve at the pleasure of our King. You want to be useful so you won’t be cast out?” she asked, and I nodded.“Good. Then do what you were brought here to do. Heal her,” I looked down at the woman in front of me.I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with both fear and confusion. I had never been asked to heal someone like this, with so many watching, with so much riding on the outcome. And the pressure was almost unbearable. The council’s eyes were sharp and full of judgment, and I could feel the weight of every expectation on my shoulders.I stepped forward, hesitating for only a moment before I knelt in front of the woman
SLADE“Up against the wall!” I yelled to my soldiers around me. “Stand fast! We must show no mercy!” I took a deep breath. Breathing the smell of the battle before my eyes. My body felt on fire.I haven’t felt this way since the last battle I fought in that almost cost me my legs. The pain. The rage. The burning need to win at all costs. “Secure the east flank!” I barked, my voice sharper than steel. “Don’t let them through!”“They are close, Your Highness,” one of the senior soldiers said to me. I looked around and I could see that a lot of eyes were on me. Some are probably thinking, What am I doing here, and How am I on my feet.Too bad, they don’t have the right to such answers. Today, I’m going to show the world that Lycan Slade never fell, but he is stronger than ever.“Stay here,” I said to Ayla, who had been by my side since we walked into the tower. “Not a chance!” she yelled, and the whole place became quiet. “Carry on!” I yelled, and activities began again. “I’m sorry,
AYLAThe sky was pale purple and gold as the sun started to rise. The air was cold and fresh, biting against my skin, but I welcomed it. The cold helped me focus. Helped me forget everything else for a while.I punched the tree in front of me again and again, feeling the pain in my knuckles through the wraps. But I didn’t stop. I needed the pain. It kept me grounded.I wasn’t swinging to train.I was swinging to forget.To forget Slade’s words.“I arranged for Riven to cross paths with you.”To forget the way Riven stood silently and watched my world shift on its axis.To forget the way it felt when my power responded to my anger, too easily, too fiercely.Slade had kept secrets from me. And Riven? He had followed me, watched me, fought me—all without telling me who he really was. My heart ached with anger and confusion.I kicked the post hard, and a piece of wood snapped off.“You’re going to break it,” someone said behind me.I didn’t need to turn to know who it was.Riven.“Then ma
SLADEI watched as Ayla’s eyes drifted from nine and landed on Riven. She had a calm and relieved expression on her face. Not like the way she reacted when she saw me.“Riven, wh….what are you doing here?” she stammered, walking towards him. “I had him released,” I said and she turned around to look at me. “Released?” she asked. “I thought he was going back to the war. That’s what you told me,” her voice was filled with confusion and distrust.“Like you have been told before. I don’t answer to you and you don’t have the right to question my decisions,” I said to her.“Then why is he here?” she pointed at Riven who stood like the soldier he is. The one who is used to obeying instructions and doing exactly what he is told.“He is here to train you,” I said and she scoffed. Ayla stood tall, fire in her eyes. “I don’t need him to train me. I’ve done just fine on my own.”She turned to leave, heading for the door.“Don’t you dare walk out that door, Ayla!” I shouted, my voice booming th
AYLAIt’s been a few days, or rather weeks, since my steamy encounter with Slade after I walked in on him and Maria. I don’t know what that makes me, but I’m not proud of it either. My head keeps spinning whenever I think about it.I haven’t seen Slade since then. I don’t know if he is avoiding me or if we are avoiding each other. Kissing him, or rather telling him to kiss me, was a mistake that I don’t regret making. My eyes drifted to the mirror in front of me, my fingers went up to my lips as I applied a little gloss to them. It felt like I was back in the chambers with Slade, and I could feel his hands all over me. I can’t believe I put myself in that position to have feelings for him. Especially after everything that happened with Asher and my father. Any man who comes into my life isn't in it to protect or save me. They are in it for themselves, and Slade is just the same.My focus has to be on my training, finding out about the prophecy, and more about my mother. That’s the w
SLADE“Ayla,” I whispered, pushing the woman in front of me away. How is she here? I had her door guarded. How did she walk past them without them knowing? This is their last day on the Job. “Leave,” I ordered the woman in front of me. She quickly put on her clothes, walked past me, not before touching me flirtatiously. She and Ayla shared a look. I don’t know what that was about.“What are you doing here?” I asked her as I put my clothes back up, trying to stop the feelings inside of me. “That’s all you are going to say?” she asked. I looked up to see the pain and disappointment in her eyes. “Especially after what we shared a few days ago.”The kiss. She is talking about the kiss. I ran my hands through my hair. Without answering her question. I opened up my cabinet and brought out the potions I had my Beta procure for me. I looked up to see Ayla having the same look she had when she looked at the woman I was with.“I thought you were better than the other Kings,” she said. “Using
AYLAI looked at her, confused. “How did you know?” I asked her. Instead of responding, she took the cup from the small table beside her and sipped from it. “Tea?” she stretched it forward. I scoffed and shook my head.“No, thank you. I’m here for answers,” I said, looking at her. “What makes you think I can give them to you?” she asked me. I rolled my eyes and walked around the room. It looked different from the first time I had been here. More clean and neat.“Probably the same thing that told you I would return with questions,” I answered. She sighed and placed the cup on the table.“I’m sorry, I can’t give you what you came for,” she said, and I arched my eyebrows. “You can’t be serious,” I said to her. “I am and I know I owe you, but I can’t give you what you want, my lady,” she said. I turned around and held my head.“You don’t owe me anything. I just need answers,” I said to her. “You really are cut from the same cloth,” she whispered, and I turned around. “What’d you jus
AYLAIt has been a few days since Slade confined me to my room. I wasn’t allowed visitors or maids. My meals were brought in, and that was the only human interaction I had seen.But instead of being upset, I used the time to learn some spells from the old books I found. I started with easy ones, like lighting a candle with just a word or lifting small things with magic. I’ve gotten good at those, so now I’m trying harder spells. Some of them can actually be used to protect myself, or fight, if I need to.Ever since I started practicing with spells, the magic in me seems to be growing stronger unpredictable. I still haven’t come to terms with being a wolfless werewolf and a witch. But I try to push the thoughts away and focus more on my practice. Today, I’m ready for something bigger. I raise my hand and speak the words from the spell, “Pa vanos.” The air around me shivers, and the window in front of me suddenly shatters, disappearing into nothingness.“Damn,” I mutter, stepping back
AYLAI roamed my fingers around the letters of my mother’s pack, Seraphina Nightshade. I remember her telling me stories about it. She used to say how beautiful it was, and everyone loved each other like family. The thought or act of conflict wasn’t heard or seen in Seraphina Nightshade. I begged her numerous times to take me there, but she always had the same answer for me back then. “I’m no longer a nightshade, Ayla. I’m a Stormbringer,” remembering those words now, I could hear the fear in her voice. Like she thought returning to her home wouldn’t bring peace, but war.I opened up the pages, and as I read each line, it sounded like my mother’s voice in the back of my ears. I could feel her breath like she was behind me. What I read were exactly the stories she told me back when she was alive. I flipped the pages when I saw another title that peaked at me.“The Prophecy,” I read out loud. It stated that it begins in the Nightshade pack about a werewolf who is also a witch. This wer
AYLA“That’s a lie,” I said to Maria. “You knew I’d make it,” I said to her. Her smirk turned to anger. “What were you thinking, leaving the palace?” she asked. I exhaled and walked away from her. “I was thinking someone needed my help, and there was no way, I’m not going to give it.” I placed my hands on the walls of the building. “That’s just great, you are both stupid and righteous,” I took my hands from the wall and looked at her.“If saving a woman’s life means I’m righteous. Then I’m all for it,” I turned to her fully. Standing right in her face. “Are we going to get this over with or not?” I asked her.“We should come back another time. The palace is too hot right now,” she said, and I scoffed. “You are afraid of getting caught?” I asked her, with a bit of cockness in my voice. She didn’t say a word, but her silence was all the answer I needed. “Might I remind you, I have something that can destroy you and your place in the palace,” I said to her. “You could lose everythin
AYLA“You need to get out of my way before I lose my patience,” I said as she stood between me and the door.“I’m sorry, my lady, but I’m under strict orders not to let you leave the palace,” she said, and I scoffed.“Let me?” I asked her. She blinked and nodded her head. I sighed and looked around the room. I’m really getting tired of people telling me what I can and cannot do in this palace.“You need to get out of my way.” My hands turned into a fist. I could feel something inside me rising. “It’s okay, Lady Tara. My mother will pay the ultimate sacrifice,” Tara said. I turned to her, confused and sad. How could someone say that?“No one is paying any ultimate sacrifice because the King won’t pay your wages. I will take matters into my own hands,” I turned to the one standing between the doors. “Now, move,” I released my fist, and a wind filled the room. The wind didn’t cause any damage, but it was heavy enough for me to see the fear in her eyes. I closed my eyes and calmed down