The rain didn’t let up. It fell in heavy sheets, soaking the forest in silence and steam. We followed the trail from the map for hours, pushing through underbrush and ducking under fallen trees, our legs aching, our bodies barely holding on.But we didn’t stop.We couldn’t.Amber glanced back every now and then, her hand never straying far from the blade strapped to her thigh. I didn’t need to ask. I felt it too. That pull. That invisible thread tugging at my spine, warning me that something was wrong. Again.By midday, we stopped near a thicket to catch our breath, our clothes clinging to our skin, breaths misting in the cold air.That’s when Amber stiffened.She didn’t say a word. She just turned slowly toward the northeast, toward the path behind us. I followed her gaze.Nothing. Just trees and fog. And then I smelled it. Rot. Wet fur. Blood.My throat tightened.“No,” I whispered.“It’s them,” Amber said, her voice sharp with disbelief. “How? We’ve been running for days. We masked o
A soft hand shook my shoulder.“Kayah.” Amber’s voice was low, but urgent. “Wake up. They’re gone.”I blinked hard, my brain slow to catch up. The dampness of the soil, the cold seeping into my bones, the overwhelming stench, it all came rushing back.“Gone?” I croaked.Amber nodded. “They stayed a while. Sniffed around. I thought we were dead for sure. But they gave up. Probably confused by the rot or lost our scent.”She offered her hand. I took it, groaning as I pulled myself from the shallow grave.“We need to move,” she said. “Opposite direction. If they circle back, we can’t be here.”We didn’t waste time. We shifted, our tired bones snapping back into fur and muscle, and we ran. Slower than before, sore and sluggish, but we moved. The trees blurred past in streaks of green and brown, the world quieter now. Still dangerous. Still hunted. But quiet.After an hour or two, the forest thinned, and we found it, a river. The sound of rushing water was the sweetest thing I’d heard in
No man’s land stretched wide and endless before us, untamed forest, broken earth, and shadows that whispered of the past. It was wild, yes, but free.We moved cautiously for two days, always in silence. Always watching. No patrols. No signs of trackers. Just trees and wind and the echo of our own breath.And for a brief, foolish moment, I let myself believe we’d made it. That maybe Axel hadn’t noticed. That maybe, just maybe… he didn’t care. But that night shattered the illusion.We’d made a tiny camp, just enough to rest and eat. Amber built a small fire, careful to shield it with rocks and branches. It barely flickered, barely glowed. Still… it was too much.The growl ripped through the forest like thunder. Low. Deep. Wrong. My blood turned to ice. Amber froze mid-bite. Her eyes met mine. We knew that sound.Ferals.Not rogue. Not Alpha.Ferals.An abomination of wolf and rage and madness. Creatures so far gone even the moon goddess had turned her back on them. Axel’s personal dogs.
I didn’t take clothes. Just stuffed everything into a plain black backpack. Something I could throw over my shoulder and run with. Clothes didn’t matter. Freedom did.I hid the bag in a loose panel behind the dresser in my room, then cleaned everything. Every step. Every breath. Every fingerprint.By the time night fell, I almost let myself believe this might work.Until I heard the door. I froze.The scent hit first, his scent. Axel. No. No no no..He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not yet. Not tonight. I shoved the panel back into place, threw myself onto the bed, and forced my body to go limp just as the door opened. He stepped in slowly, the weight of exhaustion dragging at his frame. His shirt was dirty, blood-streaked. His hair matted from sweat. He looked like he’d been through hell. But all I felt was fear.He looked at me.I smiled. Soft. Tender. Practiced.“You’re back,” I said gently, rising to my feet. “I was worried.”His eyes softened just a little. “You stayed up?”“I always
The moment the door slammed shut behind him, I collapsed. My legs finally gave out the second his presence left the room, and I crumpled to the floor, a broken heap of fear. The sickly-sweet scent of forced lavender oil still clung on me. The room,the so-called “mating room”, felt like a cage.It was supposed to happen here. He said it over and over. “It’s fate, Kayah. You were mine first.”No. I was never his. I stopped being his mate when he couldn’t stand for me before his parents but started hunting me like I was some prize to reclaim.He almost did it, we almost forced the bond to tie us together. Until the knock came. Until one of his warriors whispered something about “Lunar’s here. Urgent business.”And just like that, he was gone. I thank whoever made it possible. I should have felt relieved. I should have thanked the stars, or whatever divine force had sent her. But all I could feel was the aftermath. My body was shaking. My skin felt wrong. Violated. Like his hands were s
I watched him as he swallowed his two fingers coated with my juices as he watched me intensely.Axel grabbed the back of my head and put my mouth on his. My tongue tasted my juices and I nearly exploded.I gasped when Axel eagerly lifted me up onto my lap. My exposed core touched his dick through his black slacks.His hands wrapped around my shoulders and into my long hair. He tugged and pulled while he let me ride him. I wanted to get off but just by looking at his black eyes, I felt like my knees started to tremble.“Make me cum against my slack, Kayah. Try it.”I looked at him for a second. I tried to copy what was doing and I kept going, trying to make him climax by trying to dominate him. I tried kissing him but it turned out to be a sloppy kiss, tongue fighting each other, lips all wet from each other's saliva.He put his hand up the back of my dress and played with my ass. I hated the feel of my body flushed against his."Kayah, you're making me lose my mind." He mumbled again
"This is crazy." I mumbled. “It was Axel’s words,” Amber replied, her gaze couldn’t meet mine. “You know what will happen to us if you don't go.”My hand trembled. I haven’t even recovered from that damn Wolf Mating and Axel already demanding my presence? Grinning my teeth, I said my goodbye to Amber and walked to the west wing of the castle where, according to Axel, our love nest. Not only did I feel exposed because I’m not wearing underwear underneath my dress, I felt humiliated. Each step I took was heavy, like I’m pulling a chained stone behind me. I knocked twice and I heard Axel’s voice inside. “Come in,” he said. I took a long sigh before entering the room. Without any warning, Axel pulled me in before I could even close the door. I stumble onto him. Axel moved me on the bed, accidentally revealing my thighs when my dress was lifted up. His eyes were glued to me but his hands cupped my inner thigh, finger tips softly caressed my body. Axel lowered himself as my little d
I shifted, my bones cracking, fur breaking through my skin and the small brown wolf stood in my human place. My paws trembled slightly as I stepped forward, head low.Amber opened the grand door quietly. Her gaze locked with mine, one final whisper of strength before I passed through. The air was cold. And every single guest was watching. Their eyes lit with wild approval, fangs gleaming as the first howl broke through the night.Then another. And another and until the entire crowd was howling, urging Axel to begin. To claim. To seal the bond between our wolf and to shire a seed, an heir. I didn’t wait. I bolted.My paws slammed against the polished stone and then grass and earth. I sprinted across the enchanted lawn, past the marble statues and rose arches, toward the open forest beyond the castle’s edge.The air hit me like a whip. The night was heavy and alive, the moon too bright for my liking. But I didn’t stop. Every stride was a heartbeat of freedom, a breath of stolen air. I
The moment Lunar vanished into the crowd, the rage I had bottled inside threatened to break through my skin. My vision blurred. I couldn’t tell if it was from fury, heartbreak, or the wine.And then I felt her hand and so it was Amber.She appeared beside me probably to guide me to a room I never want to go to. "You look like you want to kill someone," she said, her voice low and edged with amusement but her eyes were scanning me, worried, careful.I let out a sharp breath and gripped the table to steady myself."You have no idea how much I wanted to kill that bitch," I whispered back, my voice cracking as I fought the tears threatening to fall.Amber didn’t say anything at first. She just slipped an arm under mine, helping me rise from the heavy throne-like chair."Hold it in," she murmured in my ear. "Not here. Not now."I nodded, barely. My throat burned and my body ached from the weight of everything I was pretending not to feel."I will," I said quietly. “For now.”Amber didn’t