LOGINBLURB: My life has never been my own to live or control. At age eighteen, I am sold to the Lycan King by my father – a man everyone fears for his cruelty and respects for his power. Cast into a world ruled by his steel-hard will, I am doomed to be nothing more than a servant in his palace. Tristan Price is everything I detest: cold and unfeeling, arrogant and merciless – and completely out of my reach. But each time he's close, my unfaithful heart beats faster, and I don't know if I want to flee from him or into his arms. Is this my fate? To be the servant of a man who treats me as nothing more than property? Or is there something more than that behind those icy eyes, maybe I'm just delusional. Maybe escaping is the better option, especially after I find out that I'm pregnant with the child of the most hated man in town.
View MoreReya's POV The past had elapsed in such a serene manner, as water flowed through the stone and pain was gradually eroded. Today, there was no fear of the wind and nothing but laughter. And it wasn't mine. It belonged to my children. Running through the fields outside the Riverdale compound, Pearl and Luis were happily howling as they ran around, their golden-red fur shimmering under the sun. My arms were swung back and I couldn't contain my excitement as I rested on the porch railing. My every breath had the aroma of freedom. Of peace. I never obtained anything, and I struggled hard to give it to them. Behind me, the porch creaked. I didn't have to turn to find out if it was Alpha Tristan. “They are moving at a faster pace than us,’ he blurted. "I grinned." They seem safer now than they were before. Our children were playing wolf-like, and we stood in silence. But Pearl was more strategic, quicker and sharper. Luis, raw power. Balanced. Dangerous. They were trained by me to
Reya’s POVThere was a distinct sensation in the air at Riverdale. Lighter. Without any fear of kneading, I stood in the courtyard of the Riverdale Packhouse for the first time in years. This was an unusual sight. The burned banners had been exchanged. Blood oozed out of the stone. Children played in the places where warriors had fallen. And Alpha Tristan…. He stood beside me. Not as my Alpha. Not even as my mate. I am a man who is bruised, mournful, and making an effort. Upon arriving, Lydia was met with the realization that they still talk about their actions. You fashioned something out of nothing, Reya. I didn't respond. Our children were under my observation instead of the others. Amidst the afternoon sun, Luis and Pearl are chasing each other, their laughter echoing through all the hills. They deserve a childhood they never had,' I murmured. The voice of Alpha Tristan was lowered beside me. "And they've got it, thanks to you."I turned to confront him. "We're in relatio
Reya’s POVThe stench of ash and burnt earth.” The wind blew. Smoke drifted from the far-off Wyvern's castle ruins, and the sounds of death had faded to a dull background. We had won. Yet, there was no sense of achievement. While blood covered my armor, some were mine and most were not. The adrenaline crash from the war caused my limbs to shake, not weakness. Despite the fact that my children were safe, the foretelling was accurate, and Myra Webb was only a remnant of scorched bones, I couldn't shake off the hollowness. The Lycan King walked through the debris and inquired, "Is it finished?" Nodding and blinking through grimy, I said: "Myra's gone." In reply. Alpha Wyvern's soldiers have surrendered. It's over.”His eyes twinkled with a sharp flicker." And your passion?" I asked. My veins were still so hot, and I said "I buried it with her." There was still something within me from the divine being. She was watching. Despite his face burned, the Lycan King reached into his cloa
Reya’s POVFire. Pain. Blood. I was drenched in all three.” Our last siege caused the fortress grounds to shake. My troops had penetrated the walls of Alpha Wyvern. War whistles echoed through the sky. Magic crackled in every direction. Injected corpses tumbled, clouds shone, and the odor of coal and steel made breathing impossible. Myra Webb's savage kick to my chest caused me to fall over and collide with a heap of crushed stone. My ribs screamed. My breath hitched. My hands trembled. "I had a greater expectation of the Luna Phoenix," she said, her eyes wide open and her mouth swish. "Take heed of me." Bleeding. Broken. Powerless.” I coughed, tasting blood. A blackened armor, adorned with silver runes, belonged to Myra and was filled mitting with cursed energy. Dark magic ruined her eyes, but they still sparkled like that. Our warriors were pushed back by the remaining men of Alpha Wyvern behind her.” Alpha Tristan was residing in someplace, fighting against hell. My childr












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