LOGIN“I’m wet for you, King Nightbane. I’m soaked.” I growled. Not from pain but from the effect of her words. Her touch. Her relentless stokes. She didn’t need to tell me. I could smell her. She filled the room with her intoxicating arousal. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be fucked all night like a dirty slut.” “To have my hand wrapped around your phallus like a possession.” “To have it… buried in me.” “To have your tongue worship every inch of my body.” FELYNDRA She was a normal girl living in her small village pack. When she turned eighteen, she discovered a new side of herself: a beast who would roam every crescent moon to kill the unjust. When a bounty was placed on her, she was suddenly sold by her parents to be a breeder for the cruel alpha king. Why her? Why not her sister? They said she was wolfless. They look at her and see a wolfless girl but if only they knew she was no wolf. She was something more sinister: a Crescent Fox. She accepted her fate, hoping to leave after giving the king a son. NIGHTBANE VOIDHEART He is the infamous cruel alpha king. His reputation precedes him. He believes his mate doesn’t exist, as he has traveled every corner of the world in search of her. When the breeder showed up, everything changed. She was just a breeder, a secret to be kept from the woman he was engaged to. And yet , she consumed him. The ache in his teeth, the raw hunger in his veins - she drove him insane. He wanted her. To taste her blood but why did the shadows whisper that if he did, it would be the end of them?
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Tears slipped from my eyes as I stared at the warm intestines in my bloody hands. My eyes traveled to the pair of dead eyes staring back at me, reminding me that I had taken his life. It happened again. As I lifted my head and looked at the waxing crescent moon, I knew it was that time of the month. The time when I sneak out and go on a killing spree. Spilling the blood of those who I found guilty of one crime or the other. The intestines dropped to the wet earth and as I kept staring at the crescent moon that had turned me into a murderer, a soft silver glow emanated from me, and with a sickening crack, my bones began to snap, shifting, twisting as I was forced back into the beast I feared to become. A faint glimmering trail like moonlight on water followed me as I fled into the woods, the voices of people who would soon discover the aftermath fading into the distance, swallowed by the dark. Stopping at our backyard, a gust of wind swept me over, and the next thing I knew, my world shifted and I saw myself on my wooden bed, still in my brown nightgown which was once stained with blood but now completely clean. My hands were completely clean too. No trace of the gore that had clung to them moments ago. It wasn't normal but this has been happening to me for 105 days since I turned eighteen. The judge I killed tonight is my sixth victim. The relentless knock on my door jolted me awake from my sweet peaceful slumber. I'd just fallen asleep barely an hour. With a frustrated groan, I stumbled to the door, unlocking it with shaky hands. Standing there were my sisters, with their blankets wrapped around them, their eyes wide in fear. I arched my brow at them and the eldest, Gini spoke first. " The beast was out last night. It killed the judge and tore his intestines out." She said, her voice trembling and my other sisters clutched their blankets tighter, their faces pale, shivers running through them. " After pulling his intestines out, it ate some and left a moonlight glow on its trail but this trail disappeared inside the woods," Gini added, her voice barely above a whisper, and my eyes widened. I don't remember eating the judge's intestines. The thought of it made me want to empty my gut on the floor. " Felyndra is scared," Xena my immediate younger sister who is seventeen said, pointing at me. " Mom and Dad have gone to the pack meeting which was summoned by the alpha." " So early?" I murmured. My mind racing. Why would the alpha call a meeting so early? Was he afraid of something? " It's 7 a.m., Lyndra. “ Gini replied, her voice soft, almost pleading. “Your room is warm and safe. Let's stay together until Papa and Mama come back," They ushered themselves in and I just watched as they made themselves comfortable. If only they knew the person they came to for safety was the beast the whole pack feared. Their nightmare. I wanted to tease Gini for being so frightened despite having found her wolf but I was too exhausted. I grabbed my blanket and slept on the floor, leaving the bed to my elder and younger sisters. Hours passed in silence and as I knit the sweater in my hands, I saw my parents from afar, approaching the front lawn. My heart tightened. Something felt wrong. Their movements were stiff and their faces.. grim. When they settled down, I served them breakfast, my heart still racing as Gini was busy plaiting Xena's hair in the backyard. " Is everything okay?" I asked my parents. I've noticed the grim look on their faces as if something grim has happened. Did they perhaps find out who the beast was? I panicked as I placed the water jug slowly on the table. " The alpha has placed a bounty on the beast. Anyone who can tell who and what it is will get a huge prize that will change their lives forever." My father said and a chill swept through me as I slowly sat on the chair next to my mother. I couldn't help but feel fear in my heart. What will happen after finding the identity of the beast? Did they know it's me? Is that why they are sad? I slowly gulped at the thought and looked my father in the eyes before asking meekly, " Do you know the identity of this beast?" Silence loomed over us for some seconds but it felt like forever and my palms were starting to sweat. " No," Father shakes his head and I didn't know when I let out a sigh of relief that made them give me a questioning look. " Observing the scene earlier, I noticed something. The beast only kills during crescent moon and it tends to leave moonlight glowing on its trails which brings me to the conviction that the beast, " he paused and my heart pounded in my chest. I didn't realize I'd left so many clues. I can't blame myself. I didn't plan for this. That beast isn't me. It has a mind of its own. " The beast is a crescent Fox. Cunning, witty, and sneaky. It's probably a white fox," he added and my heart pounded harder. Is this his clue to say he knows who the fox is? Mother cleared his throat, drawing me out of my panic and I looked in her direction briefly before looking away at the sweater on my lap. " Let's forget about such trivial things. We all know there is no Fox in this part of the world. Besides Foxes are not allowed in our land. Let's talk about what is more important." She said and I was relieved that the topic of discussion had changed. The tension almost sent me to an early grave. " A daughter from our family has been chosen to be sent to the Alpha King of Ironfang as a breeder." She paused and our eyes met. I tried reading the look in her eyes but her gaze was cold and calculating. Even though I had an idea of what it was, I chose to dwell in ignorance. " Felyndra," she calls and my heart leaped into my throat, beating against the walls of my esophagus. " We are sending you,” My heart sank into my stomach and the sweater dropped from my hand, sliding to the floor. " Why me? “ my voice cracked. “Why not Gini? She is older..," my lips trembled as my hands curled into fists by my side. " Gini is a werewolf.” my father cuts in, his words cutting through me like a blade. “She found her wolf when she was fourteen. But you, Felyndra, at eighteen, you still haven't found your wolf. We cannot bear to waste Gini. She's worth more than that. But you…., you have brought nothing but shame to this family. Being the breeder of the alpha king is the only worth you are to us and this pack." My father said his words raw and unmerciful that they hit my nerves and cut through my heart. " But he is cruel! He doesn't have a heart. He is ruthless, Father!" I screamed, hoping it would change their minds. My eyes burned with unshed tears. My hands trembled and my teeth sunk into my lips " We get to pay our debts and Gini will have a good dowry for when she finds her mate." The taste of copper filled my mouth and at that moment, I wanted to dig my claws into their chest and rip their intestines out. How could they sell me? And then it dawned on me, I am not important. My life is not. The money and Gini's dowry are more important. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I swallowed the big lump in my throat. It hurts so much. Swallowing hurts but not as much as their betrayal. I won't let them sell me.NYXORA The chamber smelled of foxfire and judgment.Whispers rippled through the gathered court, a tide of rumors too loud to drown out. My nails dug into my palms as I stood in the center, forced to face them.“They say she carries the pearl,” one elder whispered.“They say the goddess chose her,” another hissed.I lifted my chin, eyes hard, though my throat tightened. Felyndra. Always Felyndra. The whore with her false innocence, her baby, her glowing pearl.I would not kneel to her.The only mother I had known, the Fox queen sat high upon her throne, silver hair crowned in foxfire light. Her eyes cold, sharp — never left me. She didn’t look like the woman who always doted on me with affection.Nightbane stood beside her. Back from war. Armor still scarred, wolf still breathing though fading. His face was unreadable, jaw locked. When his gaze brushed me, it wasn’t even anger. It was nothing.That stung more than hatred.And behind them, the elders, draped in crimson robes. The hal
The Fox court glittered with gold and deceit. I had learned to stop staring at the jeweled mosaics on the ceiling or the foxfire lanterns in the corridors. Pretty things here were dangerous things.That morning, a maid came. Her name was Mara.She bowed low, her hands cradling a small wooden chest, lacquered red and carved with fox sigils.“From the Queen’s cousin in the South,” she said. “A token of allegiance.”Her eyes didn’t meet mine. Her voice was too smooth.I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked.“A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered.I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body.Mara stepped forward. Too close.And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so b
AURONLies. All of it. I had stopped being a listener to my own heart. I had started being an arsonist of my own conscience—burning things so others would not see my cowardice.When the camp went still and the wolves slept fitfully, I walked the perimeter. The moon was a thin nail in the sky. I pressed my forehead to the rough wood of the palisade and breathed.I had not chosen right. But at least I moved. At least I tried to balance. The fracture inside me split the deeper for it.Night passed with fever in my bones. By the time the sun clawed out of the black, the rumors had reached us. They called me a hero. They spoke my name as if praise could stitch a wound. It did not. Praise is just sound. It does not fill the hollow spaces guilt digs.I sat alone with a wet palm pressed to my mouth and decided, with a clarity that hurt, I would stop doing only half the right thing. I would sabotage Bowman where I could, but I would not let Snow be taken by him. If she chose Bowman willingly,
AURONThe smell of smoke had a way of clinging. It burrowed under skin, into hair, into the throat. It never left, not even after rivers of blood and weeks of battle. Tonight it pressed down like a curse, curling from the ruins of the vanguard village we had reclaimed. Wolves dragged Bowman’s corpses into heaps, torches cracking them to ash. But for every body we burned, Bowman made sure to leave us ten more.He was everywhere. A shadow with teeth. And with him was my sister, Snow. Swollen with his baby.I saw her again tonight.Not the sister who used to climb apple trees and smear jam on her cheeks, but someone sharpened by grief into a blade. Bowman had wrapped her in his cause as tightly as he’d wrapped his cloak. She stood in their war council like she belonged there, silver braid coiled like a crown. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t need to. I could feel when her gaze slid past my shoulder; I knew the way she could still read me …. like an old bone.My throat tightened. Nails b
The fox court was nothing like Grithim’s shadowed throne room.Where Nightbane’s halls thrummed with the scent of blood and iron, this place glittered with foxfire lamps that cast the marble in shifting shades of gold and violet. Courtiers in flowing silks drifted like smoke, their sly eyes following me wherever I moved.I hated it.They bowed too deeply. Smiled too sweetly. And behind every greeting, every reverent murmur of princess, I heard the truth: they had not wanted me before. I was a ghost they had not looked for. A daughter stolen, abandoned to wolves.And now, suddenly, I was everything.The fox queen, my mother, sat high upon the throne. Her presence alone commanded the chamber. Regal, terrifying, every inch a ruler. Her gaze found me, pinned me like prey.“Felyndra,” she said, her voice carrying like steel over water, “step forward.”My feet obeyed before my mind did, carrying me across the marble until I stood at the center of the court, Roses strapped to my chest. The w
NYXORA The shards of the mirror still glistened at my feet, tiny slivers of my own face staring back at me. Mocking me.“The true fox princess.”The words wouldn’t leave me. They echoed in my head like bells tolling for my funeral.I sat there in silence for a long while, blood dripping from my knuckles, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. My rage trembled inside me, wild, dangerous, hungry.“She thought she had won” I breathed.“She think because she had the wolves whispering her name and the foxes calling her princess that she had stripped me of everything.”But she was wrong.I wasn’t a woman who accepted defeat. I was a woman who burned the ones who stood in my way.I stood slowly, wiping the blood from my fist across my gown, smearing the fabric with dark stains. A queen’s gown ruined, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered, except her.“Felyndra.”I hissed her name, the syllables sharp on my tongue.The guards outside my chamber jumped when I pulled the door open,
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