เข้าสู่ระบบHow did you know my wolf name? I asked genuinely curious.
It doesn't matter, she stated.
I, Arya Daston , daughter of Halton and Celine rejects you, Kory Raven future Alpha, as your mate and future Luna, she said confidently.
Immediately she finished talking I felt howour bond got broken. It was so painful I had to stagger back almost falling. My chest burned that few tears escaped my eyes. Why isn't she in pain?
Now it's my turn; I Kory Raven, the future Alpha of stone creek woods rejects you, Arya Daston, daughter of Halton and Celine as your mate and future Luna. I managed to say, stuttering to the end. As soon as I finished, the most tremendous pain I have ever felt engulfed me. I didn't understand how she was still standing.
"Light, why doesn't she feel any pain? I asked my wolf, he must have a clue as to why she seems oblivious to the pain.
"I don't know, maybe she's powerful," he replied retreating to the back of my mind.
His last statement made my mind run a thousand miles per second. Arya powerful? How can she be when she doesn't have a wolf, I wondered. I thought to ask her of why she seemed unfazed by the rejection pain but before I could I heard her say;
I am not going to answer any of your questions. I know you are my mate for the past two years, I knew you were going to reject me so I saved you the drama. Leave me alone from now on, she warned her face emotionless yet, she remained even more beautiful when angry.
I was brought back from the thought when her father entered the room. He seemed angry; for what reason, I don't know. He's always angry anyways only concerned about power and money.
"Like your any better than him," light growled.
"Wait light," I was trying to speak to him when Alpha Daston voice broke my train of thoughts.
She's refusing to be the King's breeder and we're running out of time. Apparently he doesn't want to force himself on someone. What a pussy . Daston lamented.
I wouldn't talk about the king like that if I were you, you know how he could be cruel as I do, I warned him.
Yeah... yeah... So what do we do? Daston asked
"We threaten her" christabel suggested.
"How dear? From what I know, Everyone hates and treats her poorly, Daston said. And it's true I don't think she has a single friend here."
"We could threaten her with that filthy old beggar; Adams." Arya would do anything to protect him. Christabel replied."
It wasn't a bad plan, but we couldn't hurt any lack members without a reasonable reason.
"We can't hurt him christabel, " I said.
" We don't have to , just make her believe we would if she doesn't comply." She corrected.
"What if she realizes you're just bluffing," I insisted.
Arya wasn't stupid and wouldn't fall for such a trick .
" She won't realize , trust me , she said confidently.
I saw the smile etched on her face as she said that and it somewhat didn't settle with me.
Alright dear, if you think you can; then go ahead, her father permitted her.
She pecked me on my cheeks before leaving.
" What if Arya finds out, you know all our plan is going to back fire right? She won't budge anymore, I stated
Well let's wait and see , he said less bothered and that got me thinking is he really going to hurt a pack member for this.
They took me out of the dungeon and led me into a room in the pack house. They gave me a new clothes to change into when the king arrives. I don't think I have had such a good clothing for as long as I could remember, it consist of shirt, skirt, dresses, pants everything you can imagine. They were even some makeup for me to put on, I don't know how but it's here. The sad thing is I'm only given this because I'm about to be exchanged. That is how I see it, at least, I'm giving my virginity . In fact I have never been touched by anybody not even my ex-mate.
Today is the day the king would arrive . I had to make myself presentable. Thankfully, since I gained my wolf I had been able to heal faster though not as fast as other wolves but I suppose it's because I haven't had my first transformation.
Sometimes I doubted if I had a wolf. It's been two years since she last spoke to me. The only thing that reminded me that she's still present is my healing, still if you look closely at me, you could see the faint bruises all over my arms. As I walked to the pack house I could hear their whispers . They were all the same. For them I was a w***e who sells her body for power.
Yeah right, like I wanted any of these, they couldn't be more wrong.
I would gladly let them be the King's breeder if they wanted my position that badly.
When I reached the pack house I found my sister at the entrance. A huge smile was plastered on her face. She got what she wanted, I thought. She was finally able to get rid of me but in the worst way possible. I tried to ignore her but she had other plans.
"Arya!" So you decided to come , she uttered smugly.
Arya breathe, remember your doing this for Adam.
"Well I wasn't giving much of a choice right," I replied angrily. I just want to wipe of that smile from her mouth . I still can't get it; I'm her sister yet she treats me like her worst enemy. I'm even weak compared to her.
I would understand if I was bad to her but as a kid I have always admired her not until I got to know how rotten she was deep inside.
I know right, that's what makes it more exciting, she replied. Just as I was about giving her a piece of my mind when Kory approached us.
Our bond is broken now but the fact still remains that he's very handsome.
He's about 6ft tall which is a lot taller than me, as I'm 5'7ft tall. He has these wavy brown hair that buzzed to the side contrasting with his lean muscular physique that gives him the bad boy look , that makes all the females pack members fall for him.
The king has arrived and everyone prepare to welcome your majesty he announced, and Arya behave yourself he adds, his tone low yet commanding.
The chains had barely finished tightening around the Shadow Alpha when the sky split open. At first, I thought it was thunder. The clouds above the courtyard trembled. The air shifted, the pressure dropping so suddenly that everyone stilled, heads snapping upward in instinct. Then it came. A blinding beam of white-golden light shot from the heavens, striking the center of the courtyard with a force that cracked stone and sent wind spiraling outward in violent waves. I staggered back, shielding my eyes. Gasps and shouts erupted around me. Warriors who had just been roaring in battle now stumbled in confusion. Even the vampire king hissed sharply, retreating a step as the light intensified. It wasn’t shadow. It wasn’t spring. It was something else entirely. The beam condensed slowly, narrowing, and shaping. And then I saw him. A figure descended within the brilliance, suspended as though carried by the light itself. His body lowered with controlled grace, boots tou
Arya’s POVThe day arrived faster than I thought.I felt it before the sun rose.The air inside the palace was wrong. Even the servants moved too carefully, their whispers thinner than usual. Outside my window, clouds drifted low and heavy, dimming the morning light into something grey and watchful.He was already awake.The Shadow Alpha stood near the balcony doors, staring at the courtyard below. His posture was rigid, his hands clasped behind his back.He didn’t turn when I sat up.“You’re awake early,” I said softly.“I didn’t sleep.”Of course you didn’t.Suspicion clung to him like a second skin now. He had been watching me more closely these past two days. Asking careful questions. Testing my answers.He felt the weakness in his blood. He just didn’t know its name.I rose slowly and crossed the room. “You’re tense.”“Am I?” His voice was mild.“Yes, something is troubling you.” I said placing an arm on his shoulder.
Shadow Alpha’s POVSomething was wrong.Not with the kingdom, but with me.I stood before the mirror in my private chamber, watching the faint ripple of shadow coil around my fingers. It responded but slower than it should have. The darkness that once leapt eagerly at my command now moved like thickened smoke.I clenched my fist.The shadows snapped tighter, obedient but the strain pulsed along my veins like resistance.Impossible.I do not weaken.I had consumed ancient magic. Broken alphas older than dynasties. Bent seers to silence. I was not some fragile warlord undone by fatigue.And yet... Scott’s voice echoed in my mind.You think I’m weakened.No.I did not think.I knew something had shifted.The question was why.I rolled my shoulders, dismissing the mirror. The air around me felt different lately less reactive, less afraid. Guards no longer stiffened instantly when I entered a corridor. Servants’ heartbeats
Scott’s POVPower has a sound, but most don’t hear it.For years, I heard it in him.The Shadow Alpha didn’t need to announce himself. His presence moved like a storm front pressurized, and inevitable. Even standing ten paces behind him, I could feel the weight of it pushing against my chest, reminding me who commanded the darkness in this kingdom.That sound had changed.I noticed it three days ago.At first, I thought it was my imagination.I mean, he had been training in the southern yard, demonstrating a new shadow-bind technique to the elite guard. Normally, when he summoned his power, the air tightened instantly like lungs refusing to expand. The ground dimmed. Light recoiled.But that afternoon, it lagged slightly.The shadow pooled at his feet a fraction of a second too late. The bind formed but slower than how it used to be.No one else reacted.They were too busy watching the spectacle, too blinded by habit to question the rhythm
Two weeks.It's been fourteen mornings of feeding pine sap onto an unmovable body.Fourteen nights of carefully brewed tea poured with soft smiles and lowered lashes.Fourteen days of walking a blade so thin that one misstep would cost me everything.I learned the rhythm of it.At dawn, I would slip from the Shadow Alpha’s bed under the excuse of prayer or restlessness. I would retrieve the pine root now smaller, whittled down piece by piece and carry it to her chamber. I fed it to Kaid’s mother with patience that bordered on desperation. Sap smeared across her tongue. Spring energy poured into her still chest.And every time... still nothing.No flutter of eyelids.No tightening of fingers.No whispered breath.She lay frozen in that cruel in-between, as though death had paused mid-claim and forgotten to finish.If the dream had lied, I would force it to tell the truth.At night, I returned to the Shadow Alpha’s side, playing the atte
Arya’s POVI woke up with her voice still echoing in my skull.Wake me, she had saidmNow, what do I do? I thought.The room was dark. The Shadow Alpha’s breathing was steady beside me, deep and untroubled. One arm lay heavy across the bed, close enough to touch, far enough to avoid. I lay still, staring at the ceiling, feeling the dream cling to my skin like cold dew.It had not been a normal dream.It was a pull. A direction.The spring stirred inside me, restless and bright, like sunlight trapped beneath ice. I closed my eyes and reached inward, letting its current guide me the way it once had in the forest long before blood and power had complicated everything.A single image of a pine tree surfaced.I inhaled carefully, easing myself from the bed without waking him. The Shadow Alpha shifted slightly but did not stir. The tea was doing its quiet work. Not enough to alarm him. Just enough to soften his edges.I dressed quickly in dark layer
Arya’s POVThe vampires stopped underestimating me by my fifth month in their kingdom.At first, they had watched from the shadows, whispering behind gloved hands, eyes lingering too long on my stomach as if pregnancy stripped me of my worth. I felt their doubts beneath my skin.
Meanwhile the Shadow Alpha made use of the loop hole and entered into the spring directly. The spring swirled around him. The massive current that spilled inside the cavern with the help of the seer surged into his body. Alpha Daston and Light charged forward to kaid and Bobby. The spring pu
Campbell’s POVThe hall had never felt this small.The Blue Moon pack hall which was once alive with laughter, heated arguments, and the scent of home, now carried the oppressive stillness of submission. The banners had been replaced. The air itself felt wrong, tainted by foreign dom
Campbell POV The wind was sharp as we left the pack house behind. I gripped the steering wheel of my SUV like it was the only anchor keeping me from losing myself entirely in the storm of what was coming. Beside me, Linda sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, eyes fixed on the road ahead







