로그인" I wanted to come see how long you are going to last because the moment you die, your little friend is coming to take your place for attacking his future Luna." She smirked.
B***h, she must have made Adam loose his temper, she knows how to push everyone button.
"What do you want?" I repeated to her again in anger, she was really starting to piss me off.
" You know what I want, she stated frankly.
She knew how to get me . She knew I was never going to break down through physical violence.
This might be the only way I could accept what they wanted and my sister discovered my only weakness.
I couldn't even blame Adam, I knew the moment I was brought back to prison, she had went looking for him, making him loose his temper in the process. Knowing Adam he had probably being defending me and offend her in the process.
" Go tell your boyfriend and father; they have gotten a breeder."
They have won once again , like they always did. I hate how they get what they wanted all the time.
She grinned evilly, pure excitement showing on her face. I know she couldn't wait to let Kory know and Kory would definitely be glad upon hearing the news.
I can't let them hurt my best friend, although he's alot older than I he has always been the one protecting however he could from their trajectory hatred. When everyone is asleep he always sneaks in to tend to my wounds and compare to the way other people see him as a mad man he is actually very mentally okay. He even taught the basic martial arts; that's why I would do anything to protect him even if it means selling my body.
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Alpha Kory POV
It's been three days since my ex-mate has been at the dungeon . Right now christabel is on my lap while we await the presence of her father. She has been trying to get into my pants for the last few days, but I don't enjoy her anymore, what's wrong with me? Or is it my ex-mate? I asked myself. I was never one to bothered about her but why does it bother me that's she's at the dungeon. I have seen be tortured several times and I have never batted an eye . I do not participate directly but I have always seen her father do that.
"Kory....Kory! Your not listening to me, christabel pouted.
"Sorry baby, I muttered though my mind wasn't with her."
"Your acting weird, she said" but what can I say when I do not even understand my own feelings, Ever since that b***h came."
A growl I couldn't control came out from my throat not letting her even finish her statement and that startled her. S**t , I need to calm myself and that of my wolf. I haven't heard from him since I rejected our mate, once in a while he makes himself present but do not say anything.
" See ? you just growled at me, what's up with you? she pouted." I tried to connect to Light"my wolf" but he ignored me.
"Nothing ..... Nothing is going on , I just need your sister to agree to become the King's breeder." but she has refused to even though she has been tortured since she was taken to the dungeon . It's partly true that I want to use her to build an alliance with the supreme Alpha king to make my pack stronger but I don't feel good that she's going to be with another man. I didn't even get a taste of her , she didn't let me. I still remember the day she found out we were mates.
I had just turned sixteen when I discovered she was my mate but I kept quiet , that must be wrong; she doesn't even have a wolf. How can someone so weak be given to me by the moon goddess as a Luna. So I decide to wait until she's sixteen since I was three years older than her. That's a long wait, every year it was getting difficult for me to control myself around her.
She's beautiful with her pale skin, and grey sparkling eyes contrasting with her dark straight hair. She has amazing curves that anyone would die for. She has grown beautifully even though she's food deprived.
That didn't stop me from wanting her, so I decided to be with her elder sister christabel. She's not as pretty as Arya , I mean they're two worlds apart in character or beauty.
I waited until the the night the full moon rose and went to find her . It wasn't hard to find her. Her strawberry scent lingered in the air and I allowed it to lead the way.
I reached the lake that divides both Territories and found her. She looked up the sky and tears trailed her beautiful face. I felt my heart ache but quickly recovered from it as turned her head towards me.
She looked straight into my eyes, the normal fear and weakness gone. The way she looked at me clearly indicated that she knew what we were.
I stared at sparkling eyes surprised that she what we were when she doesn't have a wolf or did she? Anyways I wasn't here for all that and I'm not going to back down now.
"Kory, please don't do it , she's a gift from the Moon Goddess, light pleaded but I couldn't care less.
Before I could continue she said something that startled me;
" you came to reject me right?" She asked. I looked her astonished, why doesn't she look sad? It's like she was expecting it.
"Why do you care, do you want her to suffer? Light barked at me."
I know light is mad at me right now, all your wolf wants is a mate but I couldn't let a wolf-less she wolf become the Luna of stone creek, my mother 'the queen' won't even allow such.
"Mark my words Kory if you reject her I would never forgive you." Light threatened.
"Too bad , I don't care what anyone thinks," I countered back.
I know your wolf light doesn't want to reject me but I wouldn't be with someone who already knows I'm his mate and went ahead to still date my sister. Confusion etched on my face, I don't remember telling her my wolf name and I highly doubt anyone from mine or her's pack would tell her , so how the hell did she know my wolf name?
By the time Arya reached her chambers, the morning light had already begun to swell across the glass panes. The world outside glimmered—rosy gold mist curling around the far gardens, the faint trill of the aviary—but none of it felt real. Not after that moment in his office. Not after those words.Be careful who you trust.They replayed in her head with every breath. They didn’t sound like advice. They sounded like confession.She closed the door softly behind her, her back pressing against the carved wood as if to steady herself against the weight of thoughts that had no shape yet but threatened to swallow her whole.Her eyes drifted toward the small desk by the window. The letter lay there, the same one she had hidden away the previous night. The parchment still hummed faintly—soft, muted, alive in some way that defied reason. Even when untouched, it seemed to pulse faintly, as though aware of her.And now, her father had it too. Or another like it.She cro
The night stretched long in the ice wood pack, heavy with unspoken things. Candles burned low in their sconces, throwing gold over the marble floors and the veined tapestries that bore the sigil of my father’s line — the crescent wolf beneath the red crown. It was beautiful, regal, and somehow… wrong.I walked through the corridors with my cloak drawn close, the echo of my boots soft against the stone. Behind me, Bobby followed at a respectful distance. He said nothing, but i felt his presence like a blade still sheathed — reliable, ready, but always assessing.I paused before the great door of the council library — a vault of secrets older than most of the pack itself. The guards were gone. I had made sure of it; a whispered command from the Alpha king mate, was enough to buy me a few hours of solitude.I pressed my palm to the carved wolf emblem. The door sighed open.“Keep watch,” I muttered.Bobby nodded once. “If I hear anything, I’ll make a distraction.”
The night stretched long and thin around in icewood. Outside, the wind combed through the frost-heavy pines, carrying whispers that could have been breath — or memory.The feather lay before me on the desk, glimmering faintly under the candlelight.Its veins pulsed with a color I couldn’t name, neither violet nor silver, but something between the two — something alive.Bobby had refused to leave, posted by the door like a sentinel carved from impatience and loyalty. Every few moments, he would mutter something under his breath — a joke to fill the silence, but the words always died before they left his mouth.“This thing gives me the creeps,” he finally said, glancing over. “It’s… humming.”“It’s resonating,” I corrected quietly, not looking away.“Right. Resonating. Much less creepy,” Bobby muttered.I smiled faintly, but my attention never wavered from the letter.The parchment lay flat, its strange runes faintly glowing in the feather’s proximity.
Then the room was empty again. The wards sealed. The candle flickered once — then went out.Kaid stood there in the dark, his breath slow, his mind burning.He could still hear Adam's last words echoing in his skull, heavy as iron:The thing that hunts her wears the shape of what she loves most.He clenched his fists.No more hesitation.No more waiting.When dawn fully broke, the Alpha of Red moon would begin to move his pieces.----------------------------------------------Kaid povI couldn't sleep throughout the night, Dark and Ravage kept stirring my emotions. As soon as first light of dawn bled through the frost-tinted windows of Red moon pack, I stood at the northern terrace, cloak brushing the cold stone, eyes fixed on the horizon where the forests stretched like a sleeping beast.Adams words hadn’t left me.The echoes of his words rang deep in my pulse. Something beneath your land. He had said.I could still feel that hum — fai
Third person pov The room was silent but for the wind. A candle burned low beside Kaid’s desk, its flame steady — unnervingly steady — as though even the air itself dared not stir in the Alpha’s presence.Kaid sat half turned toward the hearth, the faint glow of embers drawing a bronze edge along his jaw. The wound across his shoulder, though half healed, pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat — a reminder of the ambush, the blood, the near-death he’d met at the border. But that wasn’t what kept him awake.He felt it before it happened.A shift — small, deliberate, like the air folding in on itself.The wards he had woven into the chamber’s bones — crafted with silver dust, iron binding, and the quiet muttering of Icewood incantations — shivered. Not broke. Not burned. Simply... parted.He rose, slowly.The candle’s flame flared once, then steadied again.From the far corner of the room, the shadows lengthened — a ripple across the wall that deepened, d
My heart raced . Yet I pressed my fingers along the seam until i felt the slight give of a latch, hidden just beneath the wood grain. It opened with a soft, reluctant click.Inside lay a handful of sealed envelopes. Most bore my father’s crest — the familiar silver wolf of their bloodline. But one was different.It was bound in black wax, the seal unmarked except for a single vertical line — simple, clean, and unnerving. The parchment itself was darker, almost gray, as if time had already touched it though it looked newly made.It piqued my interest When i lifted it, the faintest pulse traveled through my fingertips — a thrum like the echo of a heartbeat, faint but undeniably there.I froze. My wolf hawled in recognition to the seal.I gasped quickly withdrawing my hands from it. It stopped the moment I withdrew my hand, leaving only silence.I stared at it for a long time, my pulse matching its ghost rhythm. Then, carefully, i broke the seal.The







