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Chapter two
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2025-08-14 19:39:10It seems you have forgotten your place," Alpha Daston growled.
I saw Alpha Daston eyes fogged meaning he was mind linking someone. Some seconds later the door burst open and two hefty warriors stepped inside . They grabbed me and injected wolfsbane into my system as I tried to break free from their grip. My father just kept staring at me.
Some time I wonder if he really is my father. The hatred seems rooted like something so deep and I can't even remember committing an extreme offense. There was supposed to be a familiar love but instead all I got was hatred.
It was useless struggling so I just watched them drag me into the dungeon, a place I know far too well for my own good. Their fun is just starting, at least I don't have to prepare for christabel's ceremony. Even death is better than living like this.
It's been three days since I have been there, I think. It's really hard to know the time when you haven't seen the sunlight. I have been tortured all this time. Apparently they can't offer me to the king without my consent, so they need me to "change my mind."
Like hell ya! That is going to happen, they can torture or kill me for all I care. I don't think they put it into consideration that I have a high tolerance for pain all due to the pain they've subjected me to all this years. In fact they have been doing just what they regularly do in every other situation before this, just added some whipping and cutting here and there.
It won't make me budge; I won't sell my body.
My cell is relatively small, just a tiny bed not even enough for two people to sleep in and a hole to do my business. According to them, I don't deserve anything good, so.... when they provide me with basic necessity it's simply because they want me to last longer. I haven't eaten anything since I was brought here not even a piece of bread, if it continues this way, I'm sure going to die. The only thing I have drank is wolfsbane, my throat is burnt as hell , interesting fact is my body is not supposed to react to it but it does as if it were a wolf.
My Dad is one, so maybe it's in the gene and that's why it react as even though I don't manifest a wolf.
My hair is in a complete mess, soaked in sweat, dirt, blood. I have a few broken bones especially my ribs as it seems to be the best fun part for them. I think they also broke my skull because blood keeps oozing out.
I'm in much more comfort as I could feel my life slowly drifting away. Finally I would be able to meet my mother and asked for forgiveness.
The only thing I regretted was not leaving the pack back then when I had the chance, keep telling myself that they were going to change , it was a stupid thought, " I know", but I believed it. I thought my father is going to change, start caring for me and even the entire would treat me differently but that didn't happen, I guess the Moon Goddess also hates me too.
I heard footsteps approaching the cell. Let me guess it's Alpha Daston again , he has been coming here every single day trying to change my mind and anytime I refuse to be a breeder, he bits the sh*t out of me. He has been one of the main reasons for most of my injuries; I guess he enjoys hurting me.
"Little Arya," christabel's voice rang across the room.
What the hell is she doing here? Isn't it enough that she's the one who instigated this whole drama.
"What do you want christabel?" Came to rejoice, I sneered.
I looked up and saw that sinister smile forming on her face ; she has always been been , enjoys seeing me and for what reason, I do not know ', she has everything she ever wanted.
"Ohhh! Sister, why are you so impatient? She clicks her tongue; I can see your all covered in dirt and blood but trust me the fun is just starting, her tone low yet magnetic. I'm going to destroy you because as long you are alive you'll always be a threat to I and Kory."
Is she delusional? She's the one that stole ' my mate,' not that I'm complaining.
Are you kidding me? I laughed. So You're the cause of my rejection and took my mate from me and now you want me gone, because I'm a threat to you? What have ever done to you? I never told anyone that I and Kory were mates , they all assumed his mates was dead and that's why he picked christabel.
Damn! Did I say that out loud she's going to beat the hell out of me.
"You took what was originally mine " she seethed.
"If you talking about Kory then....he was my mate first, I retorted. I should learn to keep my mouth shut it has always gotten me into trouble."
"Alpha Kory to you," she corrected. I wanted to laugh to show she was saying nonsense but I know how terrifying she could be. Not only that she wouldn't even come to me she would go to person I care about the most.
"Whatever, he was my mate first and you decided to break the bond which I accepted so there's really no need for you to fret over it , I'm not even interested anymore , I muttered.
" Liar, you have always wanted a mate , I bet when you discovered who it was , you thought your place would change, she snarled.
I whimpered softly because what she said was partly through, when I found out Kory was my beloved mate, I hoped things would change that the Moon Goddess has finally blessed me and I'll be able to prove my worth or change how my pack and his saw me but he proved me wrong. He chose his part and I choose mine.
"What do you want christabel?" I asked through gritted teeth. I know she didn't come all the way down here just to gloat at my predicament.
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The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: Something like fear
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 hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN: The veil of the morning
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 hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY SIX: The feather and fame
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.
The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE: Play at prophecy
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
The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: The blood remembers
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
The hidden past of my Alpha king and Me CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: A call of kin
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
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