MasukThe story is about Erina Saul, the daughter of a wolf hunter who is captured by werewolves and sold to the feared werewolf king, Magnus the Lycan. Despite mistreatment by the pack, Magnus desires Erina because of an ancient prophecy. At first, he fights this attraction to her, knowing that if he gave in, it might mean his death. Erina's father orchestrated her capture to fulfill the prophecy of an unspoiled maid conquering the Lycan. However, Erina, who never wanted to harm anyone, eventually stood up to her bullies with the Lycan's support. She eventually lets Magnus turn her into a werewolf and falls in love with him, only to be betrayed by both him and her father. Erina leaves the pack, raises her pup in France, while Magnus realizes his mistake and searches for her. The story questions whether Erina will forgive Magnus for his actions or will she live as a rogue forever.
Lihat lebih banyakErinaYou would think that I would get used to the enigma that was Magnus, his changing moods. One moment he was all hard edges and sharp as steel, and the next he would look and touch me with such tenderness it would make a heart of ice melt. My body remembers too well how it bends to his caresses, the feel of his lips on mine. How my core hummed when he took me to the edge, losing myself in his embrace. But that was just physical.I was adamant to guard my heart, lock it in a cage and throw away the key if I must. There were too many unanswered questions and too many uncertainties between us. And still… I hated the way my body reacted to his touch. Even the life growing inside me reacted at the smallest of touches, moving inside me, straining towards him, wanting to be closer to its father.“Bring the Luna,” he snapped his fingers at the guard. “Let’s hear what she has to say.”I recognized the hard tightness around his stormy eyes, the slight twitch of the muscles in his cheeks. He
I joined Hein, Erina and Sabelle where they stood on the lawn watching the soldiers as they dragged more pack members from their homes in the valley below. We heard the noise drifting up: desperate cries for mercy, shouts of defiance, and the sounds of pain as the soldiers used violence to stop resistance.Hein acknowledged my presence by bowing and stepping respectfully away from Erina. “I’ve ordered the men to separate the females from the males, my king.”“Good. We will take all the unmated wolves and the young back to Black Rock.” I owed him for being there to save my mate, but a small part of me resented the fact that it was him and not me.“What will you do with them, Magnus?” Erina asked. “They had no part in what happened to us.”I couldn’t care less if they weren’t involved. They were part of Fritz’s pack, and that was enough for me. “Sell them. Use them as slaves. I have yet to decide.”A shadow crossed her features. She still had empathy for them. I couldn’t decide whether
MagnusAs demanded, Fritz’s pack gathered outside, males and females separated. Being separated from their young and females kept the males subdued. I instructed my soldiers to take Fritz and his luna bound and chained to wait outside for me while I got Erina. I needed her by my side.But when I was about to step inside, I overheard the conversation between Erina and Elise. I heard more than enough. So Elise knew about Fritz’s plans for Erina, and she was right. I would punish her but force her to reject Eric? Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it. But first things first. I wanted to face Fritz, make him tremble in fear for what was to come.Elise turned a ghastly shade of green when she saw me. It was only Eric’s hands that kept her from sinking to the floor.Erina lifted her face to meet my glare. She had changed, my little mate. What I saw in her face was the huntress; fierce, proud, unwilling to yield for anyone and least of all to me.I smirked at her. She was oblivious of what that did
ErinaThe packhouse was devoid of life as Magnus’ soldiers had ordered everyone out. Resting on a couch in the vast living room, enjoying the quiet before the storm I knew would follow the moment Magnus walked through the front door. There were so many things I needed to say to him. He had to know that I was done begging for scraps. It was all or nothing, and I meant it this time.He wanted me to be his mate. I never asked for any of this. I never wanted to love him. God knows I preferred to hate him, to hate what he made me become, and for a time I thought I had. But this was enough. I almost died for him.The slamming of the door startled me out of my thoughts. My heart leaped with anticipation, butterflies churning inside my stomach. Treacherous heart. It still yearned for him. Probably will until time’s end.But no, it was Eric. A pale-faced, tense Eric. Elise hurried after him as he headed for the stairs.“Eric, wait…” Elise grabbed his wrist to stop him.He spun around, his ches
I was not in the mood for jokes. But this was no joke. Eric’s wolf distorted his features in a mask of fury. Gray fur erupted on his skin. Golden eyes blazed at me. The animal was in control and was stupid enough to challenge me. I had to stop him before he went too far. He was Erina’s brother. She would hate me forever if I killed him.I roared out his name. “Eric!”The full force of my Lycan power hit him, and he fell to his knees. I kept pushing my aura until he lay face down in the dirt, baring his neck to give as he should. I wasn’t playing around. “Control yourself!” What madness was this?No one dared to breathe. Even the wind fell silent. My power brought them all to their knees. All heads bowed. Except for Sabelle. She approached us, floating across the gravel as if she were a ghost.“Well, well, this is an unexpected turn, not so?” she winked at me.Ignoring her, I withdrew my aura, releasing everyone from my power. My focus was on Eric. He had some balls to challenge me, I’
ErinaHe knelt in front of me, the powerful Lycan king, in front of his entire army. I heard a collective sharp intake of breath from them. Magnus has never knelt before anyone, much less the hated wolf hunter’s daughter, his slave.I looked into his stormy eyes while I knelt with him, the gravel pressing into my knees. But I hardly noticed the discomfort. All that mattered was the longing written on his face that made my foolish heart want to melt. “Did you think I cursed you? I thought I did,” I murmured.Unable to resist, I touched his face, and he leaned into my palm. His dark beard had grown wild, his hair longer than mine in the short time he had gone. I had to stop myself from leaning in to kiss those full lips. If I gave in to my emotions, the way my body reacted to his touch, I would once more be his little slave. No, no more. I removed my hand. I was no longer his plaything. “My love, let us not talk about curses now.” He stood and pulled me up with him, his arm around my w
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