You are about to take a bath when you feel an urgent mind link. You can try to ignore it, but that will only result in a headache. There are only a few that can force themselves into your mind. Your Alpha and Luna, of course; your fated partner and a lycan with royal blood.
You open your mind to receive the mind link and it turns out to be none other than Alpha Chase. “All of us must meet at the castle. The new so-called king called a meeting. Those who do not attend will be executed.'
Your mother burst into your room. "This is bad! How can he call a meeting during a heat wave?!"
“Mom, relax. I’m sure it’s over for now,” you try to calm her down.
“You need to bathe and be quick about it,” she urges, walking into your bathroom to get the water ready.
“There's no time,” you say, grabbing your favorite jacket, remembering that you'd left your tailored jacket in Henry's office.
“You smell like sex. You smell like a rogue. If you show up smelling like you do… who knows what will happen to you?” she exclaims, her voice panicked. She pushes you into the bathroom. "Hurry up. Your father and I will wait for you."
“Don't, I'll meet you there,” you tell her, closing the bathroom door.
You turn the faucet to stop the water. You are just about to feel the water when a mind link forces you to rush to the castle.
'Seriously,' you think as you pull on your skinny jeans, a crop top, and your favorite jacket. Halfway to your door, you changed your mind about your crop top. 'What the hell am I thinking?'
Yeah, what are you thinking?
You take off your jacket, followed by your crop top. You look around for a bra, 'screw it' you think, and grab a black t-shirt and pull it over your head, followed by your jacket.
You really should put on underwear. Trust me on this one.
You rush out as your Alpha's order pressure you to obey it.
‘Ok, ok, I’m on my way!’ you respond to his mind link.
“Honey, hurry up!” Your mother pleads in distress, showing you what she sees.
'Tell them to wait! I’m coming!’ you respond, taking off your clothes again and tying them up in a bundle before shifting so you can run faster. You grab your bundled clothes in your mouth, hating the fact that you had to bite your favorite jacket.
You see through their eyes that Alpha Chase is being held on his knees. They are about to behead him. Beside him, your father and a few others whose children have not yet arrived. They punish members of the same household for others, not at the meeting.
You storm through the doors and as you run to the main hall, following your mother's map in your head because you had never been to the castle, you shift and pull your clothes back on. You storm into the main hall, slamming open the double doors, making a noisy entrance, just in time for your father's turn.
"No! Take me instead!" you scream and jump forward, throwing your body over your father's.
"No!" your mother cried, but rogues holds her back.
All she has to do is use her royal authority, but will she put you in danger?
A rogue pulls you away from your father. You caught the scent of your fated mate and you look around despondently. 'Will they forgive me for being late when they realize I'm one of them?' you ask yourself. 'Am I one of them now?'
The rogues holding your father were once again ready to end his life.
"Stop," a voice with authority from the darkness made them release your father.
'Thank goodness,' your mother thought and rush over. She loves you with all her life and so did your father, but to tell you the truth, she was about to use all her cards to save him. Can you imagine what would have happened?
"One of you fated to our king. Make it easy for everyone and step forward,” demands one rogue.
'The king?' you think. “Ok, so at least he's not an actual king since I'm just an Omega and you can only mate with your own rank. Alpha Chase can then use his alpha authority. Crap, that's why they're going to kill him,' your mind is raising.
"All you unmated females, strip down to your underwear," comes the voice from the darkness, with authority.
You notice the women in your pack taking off their clothes.
You look at your mother, and mind link her. 'I fated with that man who took me earlier.'
'Strip! They can't know you have royal blood in you!'
'How will they know it was me? Royal blood?’ your thoughts raise back.
'He demanded them. Do you think they are stripping because they want to? You don't really feel his authority because you are his equal,' your mother mind links you.
“What are you saying?” you ask.
'It's a trick. If you don't strip, he'll know you're his fated mate. He might kill you for your royal blood,' your mother mind links you, her panicked eyes on you.
“Royal blood?” you ask again.
'Just start undressing, please. I will explain later,” she pleads.
'My mate,' thought the king, pleased at your appearance, but then you leave him disappointed as you took off your jacket and drop it on the floor.
‘I'm not wearing any underwear,’ you mind link your mother. By the time you took off your shirt, all the men from your pack have turned away as Alpha Chase ordered them with a mind link.
“Why are you all turning away? Did your king tell you too?” one of the rogues shouts.
“I asked them too,” you say, fearing they will kill Alpha Chase.
"And who do you think you are?" he asks, looking at your bare chest, licking his lips.
“I'm not wearing any underwear,” you say, dropping your skinny jeans and stepping out of them.
"Did you have a good time during the heat wave?" he asks because he can smell the sex on you.
“A very good time,” you respond, not at all afraid of him for some reason.
You were about to leave the hall, your mind swirling with what had just transpired, when the heavy doors suddenly swung open. The sound of boots hitting the stone floor echoed as Elle was dragged in, her body fighting the handlers every step of the way. Her arms flailed, her legs kicking out in a desperate attempt to break free. You could hear her sharp breaths and the sounds of her struggles, the chaos of her fury cutting through the tension in the room."Let her go!" you demanded, your voice carrying the authority only royalty can wield. The handlers hesitated, caught off guard by the power in your tone. Against their will, they released Elle, stepping back reluctantly as she stood, now free to stand on her own two feet.Elle glared at them but didn’t hesitate. Her expression was a mixture of defiance and fury, and without a word, she stomped directly toward the Lycan King. Her steps were firm, unwavering, as she faced the man who held her fate in his hands.You joined her at her si
You stand up, the urgency of your thoughts pushing you into motion. The weight of the decision, the need to be sure Elle is safe, weighs heavily on your chest. "We can leave after Elle returns," you say, your voice steady but the worry still evident in your eyes. "I need to be sure she’s going to be okay."You move toward the door, your hand resting on the handle as you prepare to face whatever awaits you outside. You’re going to plead with the Lycan King, no matter how dangerous it may be. Elle deserves a chance, deserves to have her fate in her own hands. You won’t let the world crush her under the weight of its expectations."Where are you going?" Davide’s voice stops you mid-step, his tone laced with curiosity and something else—amusement?You turn to face him, meeting his gaze with determination. "I’m going to go plead with the Lycan King to pardon Elle’s behaviour. He must realise that she wouldn’t have run away if it wasn’t for the stupid Vampire King."At the mention of Michael
You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze distant, staring at the stone wall as though it might offer some comfort or answer. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you—thoughts of Elle, of her safety, of her fate. You hope she’s somewhere far from this madness, that she’s found a way to escape this life that’s been thrust upon her, a life you know all too well. You wish she could be free, free from the chains of royalty, from the expectations, from the constant battles for power.But deep down, you know the truth—she can’t escape it. Not without risking everything. Not without drawing the attention of forces that would crush her.And yet, you cling to that hope, that small spark of possibility that she might find a way out. You want so badly for her to live a life outside of this world of lies, manipulation, and bloodshed. But that wish, that dream, feels selfish. You don’t know if you’d survive it if something happened to her. The thought gnaws at your insides, making it harder
Elle’s steps faltered as she turned toward the hallway, her mind set on finding a way out, a way to fight back. But before she could take another step, a firm grip seized her arm, pulling her back with a force that nearly sent her crashing to the ground.Her breath caught in her throat as she spun around to face Jude’s father, his face twisted with a mixture of regret and resolve. “You can’t leave, Elle,” he said, his voice low and controlled, but there was an underlying urgency to his words.“What the hell are you doing?” Elle snarled, struggling against his hold. Her pulse raced, her mind spinning as her fury grew. “Let me go. I’m not staying here. I’m not waiting for the Higher Council to come and take me!”Jude’s father’s grip tightened. “You don’t understand. If you leave now, they’ll find you. They’ll use you against us. We can’t let that happen. I’m doing this to protect you... and us.”Elle’s heart skipped a beat as he pulled her toward the back of the house, away from the fron
Her sharp eyes scanned the trees beyond the cove, searching for the source of her unease. The scent of something foreign lingered in the salty air—something predatory.Jude’s smile faltered. "Elle, what’s wrong?"Before she could answer, a shadow moved.A figure emerged from the tree line—a man, tall and unnervingly still. His golden eyes gleamed with eerie intent, his presence radiating a silent threat. A hybrid.Elle’s breath caught in her throat.The assassin had found them.Jude noticed the change in her expression and turned, following her gaze. The moment he locked eyes with the intruder, realization struck. "Run," he whispered.But it was already too late.The hybrid tracker lunged, moving with inhuman speed.Elle reacted on instinct, shoving Jude back as she braced herself for the fight of her life.The battle was brutal. Elle and Jude fought together, but even with their combined strength, they were no match for the hybrid. He was faster, stronger, and relentless. Every blow E
The shadows stretched long across the floor of Michael’s chamber, the heavy silence punctuated only by the sound of his own steady breathing. His hands curled into fists as he moved toward the far side of the room, where an ornate wooden wardrobe stood against the stone wall. He had known this room well before it was his—it had belonged to his brother, and his brother had been cunning, always keeping a way out, a path unseen. Michael placed his palm against the side of the wardrobe, feeling for the hidden seam. With a slight push, the back panel groaned, revealing a narrow passageway that led into the dark. He took a step forward—but stopped. Something unseen and unfathomable coiled around his body, anchoring him in place. His fangs bared instinctively, his power rising to meet the force that held him back. A spell. His mind worked quickly, fingers tracing over the air as he called on his own magic, whispering an incantation under his breath to dismantle whatever bound him. But i