"Triston!" he had heard his mate yell out his name. Immediately, and without thinking, his head whipped around and he snapped his teeth at Damaris. She didn't budge, didn't show any sign of fear and Triston calmed a little.
"That is enough!" she said to him sternly. He growled at her in protest and turned back to Zina whimpering on the floor and in her mother's arm. She was bleeding from her mouth and Triston looked down at his arm which she had bitten, there was a tooth embeded in it. With his other hand, he held the tooth in between two claws and then transformed into his human self with a chuckle. "Your new found title of being the Alpha Prince's mate has gotten so deep into your head," Triston said to Zina, but kept his eyes on her tooth in his hand, "I will keep this as a souvenier, and let that pain be a reminder to you of who I am." "I promise you," Zina said to him, bitterness and hate in her eyes and voice, "I will make you pay for this!" In a flash, he transformed into his wolf, seized Damaris up from the floor and threw her on his back, giving her very little time to adjust and hold on to him, before dashing out of the house, his Delta and Betas following closely and fast behind him. Damaris held on to him like her life depended on it, grabbing a hold of his fur with her body pressed flat against him. She saw he was racing towards the forest and she spoke to him through her wolf and in her mind. "Where are you going?" "Back to Elyria." he replied curtly and sped up. "Elyria?" fear came into her heart. Everyone knew about the rivalry that had been going on between the two kingdoms, and although she knew she wouldn't be safe here anymore, but would she be any safer in Elyria, moreover, she was leaving something behind. Someone... "Wait!" she said to him in her thoughts just as he broke into the forest, "We have to go back!" Triston ignored her and ran on ahead, past trees and over exposed tree roots. He was careful to go very low underneath branches for Damaris' sake, but the girl would not stop screaming at his wolf, and when he would not listen to her inside voice, she started shouting out loud. "Triston stop!" she screamed, "We have to go back! We have to go back now!" The forest was a large one and some deeper parts of it served as the border between Nyxoria and Elyria, at his speed, they reached and crossed the border in no time. Everyone, when they came of age could feel when they had crossed it, it was like an invisible wall of force field, and had a mild sucking effect when one crossed. Damaris thought to let go of him then, but at his speed, if she fell off, she could really injure herself, slamming hard and rolling over the uneven and debri filled floor of the forest. She gritted her teeth and remained quiet, pressing her body tightly against his back. As soon as they cleared the forest and came out the other side to Elyria, they stopped and Damaris, without wasting time, slid off his back. Triston transformed back into his human form and Damaris, fueled by anger, transformed quickly into her wolf form. She barked angrily at Triston who was startled by her sudden behaviour and tripped, landing on the ground. She charged at him, snapping her jaw and baring her teeth as she loomed over him. The others with Triston, still in their wolf forms made to attack Damaris but Triston held out a hand to stop them. Damaris would never hurt him, no matter how angry she was. She held his gaze for a while as she heaved in and out in anger, and then just as suddenly as she had attacked him, she transformed into her human self. "I told you to stop!" she yelled at him, "I told you we had to go back!" "Go back to what?" Triston was surprisingly calm in replying her. He chose to remain seated on the ground and just looked up at Damaris, "You can no longer be safe in Nyxoria." "And I will be safer here?!" she charged at him again, "With what is going on between the two kingdoms, do you really think I will be safe here, Triston?" "Yes, you will," he frowned, "You are with me and you are my mate, so yes, you will be safe." "And what about my sister?" Triston narrowed his eyes and tilted his head at her in confusion, "What about her?" "Excatly, Triston!" she yelled and kicked into the dirt, "What about her?! You are so stubborn and tight headed to listen to me! Why did you think I kept screaming at you to stop! Did you think i didn't have a reason? You just..." She went on and on and he just watched her, a smile slowly growing on his face. Triston had never had the opportunity to see Damaris get angry like this. She had come off as a quiet and reserved girl that had no complaints about anything, even if it was not to her favour. Seeing her like this was just as surprising as it was oddly pleasing. "If only you had listened to me, you would have realized that my sister was not there with us!" she yelled on, "She's back in that house! And if Zina finds her..." "We will go back for her..." Triston said calmly and made to stand up from the ground. "No!" Damaris yelled out again and Triston's eyes shot up to her. He frowned and she continued with a finger poking against her chest, "I will go back for her!" And with that, she transformed into her wolf and dashed back into the forest, heading back to Nyxoria and to that house to get her sister before Zina and her mother would find her where she was hiding.Two years had passed since the final battle, and the once divided lands of Elyrian and Nyxoria now stood united under a single banner. Peace had not come easily, but it had come, and with it the slow and steady work of rebuilding what war had torn apart. Villages scorched by fire, homes shattered by conflict, lives fractured by grief—all were being stitched back together, piece by piece, under the watchful eyes of the new regime.The grand throne room of the Elyrian castle now served as the central seat of power for both kingdoms. Sunlight streamed in through tall stained-glass windows, casting softened colors over the long stone table where the Deltas had gathered. Maps and ledgers were scattered across the surface, ink still wet on pages cataloguing food reserves, medical supply routes, and construction efforts for Nyxorian villages devastated in the conflict.Jaxon stood at the head of the table, strong and composed, dressed in formal robes bearing the crest of both kingdoms interw
For the first time, true fear took root in his eyes. Not the prideful arrogance of a conqueror, not the rage of a rival. Fear. The kind that settles deep and cold when one realizes the end has come.He opened his mouth to speak, but only a wet gurgle emerged. He stared up at Triston, choking on his own blood, the flicker of defiance finally extinguished as his gaze began to lose focus.Triston stood over him, unmoving, a predator watching the last breath leave the body of his enemy. And when Reyes’s hand finally fell limp and his chest stopped rising, only then did Triston lift his head toward the sky and release a slow, thunderous growl that echoed through the hall. It was not a cry of triumph, it was a warning, the alpha had claimed his vengeance then he fixed his eyes on the falls Nyxorian Alpha as he approached him."This is for Annora’s body you desecrated," Triston snarled, his voice a low rumble laced with wrath and grief. Still in his wolf form, he stepped forward and planted
Ivone dragged herself upright with a grimace, her good hand gripping the edge of the doorframe for balance as she slipped into the room. Every breath was laced with pain, her broken arm a searing line of fire down her side. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.The room was quiet now—hauntingly so compared to the chaos outside. Her eyes landed on the bed, the sheets tangled and torn. With trembling fingers, she stumbled toward it and ripped a strip of fabric free. Her teeth clenched as she forced herself to the small table nearby, where a pair of long wooden spoons rested forgotten near a plate of half-eaten fruit.“This’ll have to do,” she murmured through a gasp, sweat dotting her brow.Bracing herself, she set the spoons parallel to the limb, aligned as best she could by touch and instinct. Then, with the strip of cloth in her teeth and tears streaking silently down her cheeks, she began to wrap her arm. The pain was blinding. White-hot. But she bit down on the scream and kept going u
“No!” Reyes barked, voice thunderous and primal. His body quivered with fury, lips peeled back from sharp teeth. “She stays exactly where she is.” He fixed Triston with a fiery, defiant glare, his chest heaving. “She’s mine now, Elyrian. Marked and claimed. Step aside, return to your kingdom, she's not going anywhere with you.”Triston’s growl deepened, rising from his chest like a storm gathering force, a sound that rattled the very air in the space and seemed to shake the very walls of the castle, vibrating through the cracked stones and dust-choked air. His silver coat bristled, catching the light from the torches that lined the corridor, and his claws scraped against the marble as he stepped forward—slowly, deliberately—like death incarnate stalking its prey, muscles coiling beneath his fur like a predator on the verge of snapping. Every muscle in his massive frame coiled with lethal intent, his shoulders squared, body low to the ground in a hunter’s crouch. His head lowered but
Triston thundered up the final flight of stairs, his massive wolf form a blur of silver muscle and fury. His paws pounded against the stone floor, each step reverberated through the stone like a war drum, his claws sparking against the ancient flagstones as he followed the scent in a rhythm of urgency—hers. The corridors blurred past him, tapestries whipping in his wake from the sheer force of his speed, but his focus never wavered.The scent was stronger now. Hers. Ivone.The corridors led him straight to a grand, open hallway, and the sharp scent of blood struck him like a blade to the chest—the unmistakable mix of blood and fear, tangled with her familiar essence. His lungs pulled in the scent with a snarl lodged deep in his throat. She was close—too close to danger. He pushed harder, his heart pounding against his ribcage like it could break free, each step a prayer, a promise, a threat.He surged forward and rounded the corner into another wide, dimly lit hallway—and paused momen
Snarling, he spun away from the balcony with renewed rage, his cloak whipping behind him. His boots slammed against the marble as he stormed back to Ivone, who still sat shackled to the bed, staring at him with narrowed eyes, one wrist chained, her body tense with uncertainty.He crossed the room in swift, angry strides. “You won’t be here for him to find,” he spat, grabbing the chain and unlocking it with a swift flick of the key he pulled from around his neck.Ivone jerked back, but he caught her before she could react. His hand clamped around the back of her neck, fingers digging cruelly into her skin as he yanked her from the bed.“Let go of me!” she screamed, struggling to pry his hand off.“Quiet!” he barked, dragging her toward the door.She kicked against him, twisting her body, but it only made him grip tighter. “You think he’ll save you?” Reyes growled. “You think I’ll let him take you from me after everything I have come to learn?”“Triston will kill you,” she spat, breathl