Emily Silver's life has been a relentless journey through heartache and betrayal. Meeting her destined mate, Jacob Galahad, who abandons her the next morning. This marks the beginning of Emily's harrowing descent into tragedy: she loses her wolf abilities, endures a five–year tribulation and loses another potential love. After suffering the weight of all these, she gets captured by a rogue king. Emily is kidnapped and sold to Alan Black, an ancient werewolf king who uses dark magic to sustain his life. Her escape from clutches leads her to encounter Alan's twin brother, Aiden, which triggers a descent into madness. As Emily becomes a feared Berserker, she is eventually captured by the skilled wolf hunter, Ransom Fayne. Despite initial hostility, Ranson's uncaring disposition offers Emily unexpected solace. Emily must gain her strength and take her rightful place as the queen. How possible would that be? Find out in this intriguing and suspense filled story.
View MoreEmily's POV Jacob’s fists clenched at his sides. “You can’t make me—”But his voice cut off as Fayne’s shadows rose from the floor, curling around his throat like smoke.“Apologize,” Fayne repeated, voice like a demon’s whisper.Jacob choked, eyes wide. Then slowly, painfully, he looked at me.“I’m... sorry,” he said, his voice tight, ragged. “Emily... I was wrong.”The words hit me like a slap. I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.Jacob dropped his gaze.Fayne lowered his hand, and the shadows receded.Jacob collapsed fully to the floor, trembling, humiliated.Fayne turned to me, his expression softening.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded slowly, still shaking. “I think so.”“Come on,” he said, offering his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No,” I said. “I'll take care of things around here. You should go.”Fayne gave me a look and then he said, “Fine. But right now, I currently have Jacob under control. That should buy you time to take the pack for yourself.”I breathed deeply. “
Emily’s POVThe second I shut my door, I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wood. My head was pounding, my chest felt tight, and all I wanted was to crawl under the covers and sleep for a year. Everything had felt off lately—whispers behind my back, side glances in the halls, a strange chill in the air that no one else seemed to feel.I walked to my bed and collapsed onto the mattress, letting my eyes close for just a moment. My body ached with exhaustion, but it was more than that. It was the kind of tired that sank into your bones, the kind that sleep couldn’t fix.I didn’t even hear the knock until it came again—louder this time.Groaning, I sat up. “Yeah?”The door creaked open, and Melissa stepped in. Her expression was unreadable, but there was tension in her shoulders. Something was wrong.“The Alpha wants to see you,” she said.I blinked. “Jacob?”She nodded once. “Now.”“Did he say what for?”“No,” she said quietly. “But I’d hurry if I were you.”The door closed beh
Emily's POV He held my gaze, something burning behind his eyes now. Not anger. Not exactly. Just... urgency.“If something does come,” he said, “promise me you’ll call me.”“I always do.”“No.” He stepped even closer. “Not when it’s convenient. Not when you’ve run out of options. Call me first.”I nodded slowly, not trusting myself to speak. Finally, I sighed.“Fayne,” I said softly, arms still folded over my chest. “You should go.”He didn’t answer at first. He just looked at me, his eyes unreadable in the dim glow from the fireplace. The window behind him was still cracked open, letting in a hush of cold air that licked at the back of my neck.“I can stay until morning,” he offered, voice low, almost tender. “Just to make sure—”“I’ll be fine,” I interrupted, a little more firmly. “I can handle tonight. You need rest too.”For a long moment, he didn’t move. Then he stepped forward—closer than he had all evening—and reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from my cheek. His fin
Emily's POV The sun was barely down when I retreated to my chambers, but the ache behind my eyes told me night had long since fallen inside me. I didn’t bother lighting all the lamps—just one by the fireplace to cast a warm enough glow that I could pretend the world outside didn’t exist. My boots slid off with a soft thud, and I sank onto the edge of the bed with a sigh, letting my arms go slack at my sides. The fabric of the sheets was cool against my palms, the velvet coverlet tugged gently beneath me as I leaned back. Just for a moment, I told myself. Just a short rest. The minute my head hit the pillow, the heaviness in my chest began to dissolve. My thoughts were a swirling pool of everything I’d tried to avoid all day—the funeral preparations, the silence in the halls, the empty chair at supper. And the waiting.Always the waiting.I didn’t even hear the door open until a familiar voice called gently from the threshold. “Milady?”I blinked, lifting my head off the pillow. Mel
Emily's POV After Fayne left, the silence in the pack house felt louder than it had in weeks. I tried not to notice how empty the halls seemed. I tried not to notice how my chest felt like it was hollowed out. He didn’t say goodbye—not really. Just a quiet look and the brush of his shoulder as he disappeared into the trees. Typical Fayne.So I did what I always do when everything feels like it’s spiraling—I danced.Not for anyone else. Just for me.I waited until the common room was empty, then turned on that old, scratchy music player tucked behind the bookshelf. The pack didn’t care for music anymore—not since the last Alpha banned “useless” rituals—but I kept a few tunes hidden, tucked away like old friends. I played one, soft and slow, and let my feet remember who I was before everything got so… *twisted.*The rhythm became a meditation. My mind floated as my body moved. I could breathe again in those moments—really breathe. No Alpha, no orders, no poisonous tension pressing down
Fayne's POV She used to feed him clovers while I watched, pretending I didn’t care. But I did. God, I did.The memory slammed into me like a wall of light, piercing the haze.Gray would sit in her lap for hours, twitching his nose while she read stories aloud. She’d always look up and smile at me—soft, kind, like I wasn’t some ticking bomb of wrath and teeth. Like I was human.I blinked, and the vision of blood drained away. The rabbit in front of me froze, sensing me. One more heartbeat and I could’ve—But I didn’t.I let out a long breath, stepped back. The creature bolted, a blur of brown vanishing into the trees.I stood there, trembling, hands clenched into fists.The demon inside me snarled, unsatisfied.But Emily’s memory held stronger.For now.I thought handing off the box would bring me peace. I thought completing that task would loosen the weight that had been growing on my chest since the day I was pulled into all this. But the truth is, even after placing the box into Pe
Fayne's POV After going back to the inn, I paid for a room. I went to the bathroom to take a shower and when I came back, I saw a note on my bed.Meet me in the woods- Penelope I grabbed the paper and squeezed it into a ball and tossed it in the nearby basket.I got changed quickly and prepared to leave. Then I grabbed the box containing the gold and went out.***The woods was different at night.Colder. Wilder. Alive in a way cities could never understand.The trees whispered to each other as I moved between them, the shadows hugging my frame like a second skin. The scent trail was faint, but I followed it—pine, smoke, and something old. Penelope had vanished like smoke in daylight, but not without leaving a trace.She wanted to be found. She just wanted it to be on her terms.And I wasn’t in the mood to play by her rules.The deeper I pushed into the woods, the more the forest changed. The air thickened, charged with some kind of old magic that buzzed against my skin. Even my wol
Fayne's POV The cool morning air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of the Galahad Pack House, but the heat from Emily’s lips still lingered on mine. I touched them without thinking, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. That kiss—raw, unexpected, real—kept replaying in my mind like a song I couldn’t shut off. Her scent still clung to my hoodie, soft and electric, and I could swear her heartbeat still echoed faintly in my ears.The Demon in me wanted to turn back. To storm up the stairs, pull her into my arms, and claim her—completely. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.Not yet.There were too many questions still unanswered. Could we make it? She was a werewolf, soon-to-be Alpha and I was just a Demon. I loved her more than life but when it came down to it, was love enough?I chuckled to myself, thinking of Emily's poised and beautiful eyes. She was strong and beautiful, I loved her for it. But mostly because she was just herself no matter the situation. My stomach growled loud enough t
Emily's POV Because Fayne wasn’t just mine.He was with me.When we pulled away from each other, I looked at Fayne.“Hey, what's wrong?” He asked me.“I have something that I haven't told you about.” I said.“And what is it?” He asked, his eyes boring into mine.“Well,” I whispered. “It's about my rogue friends. Penelope sent a letter talking about how I'm in danger and I think it's because of Jacob.”Fayne clenched his fists.“There must be something Penelope knows from the outside that I don't know. So I would need your help with something.”Fayne leaned in closer as though urging me to say what was on my mind.“I need you to leave Galahad pack.”Fayne's jaw dropped and he held my shoulders softly. “I can't leave you when I know Jacob is out to get you.”“You don't understand, Fayne. Regardless of what you think, I'm still going to send you out of the pack to achieve a greater mission that is of help to me.”Fayne pursed his lips because he knew that he had no choice.“Then what is
Emily's POVStanding by the window pane in my blue dress, I took out my right hand and snaked my fingers through the rays of moonlight that beamed into the room.For a moment there, my fingers stiffened. My nails got darker and elongated till my claws were fully jutted out.It wasn't a full moon that night, but I hadn't gained total control over my wolf-self.Fancied, — as though I hadn't seen my claws a million times — I swung my hand and cleaved at the window, leaving four slash marks on the glass. I had to hold back, so I wouldn't have to start clearing up broken shards of glass, again.Then I heard a voice, a familiar voice…“Ugh… Seriously, Emily, you have to stop doing that.”I retracted my claws and turned my gaze away from the window. Standing at the other side of the bed, with a hand on her tapered waist, was my best friend, Lyla Dune, a beta like me. She was much stronger though.“You know we just got that window, right? If you break this one, we'll miss the party,” she adde...
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