Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scorned: The Rebirth of Kaidaira : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Kaidaira’s point of view. “Save me goddess..” I mumbled as I pounded through dense forest, my paws thrashing against the earth with a frantic heartbeat. Usually, my wolf form was a symbol of strength and freedom, but now it felt like some fragile shield against the dangers closing in. Every stride burned, my legs aflame with exhaustion, my lungs heaving. My injuries, sustained in that desperate bid for escape from the palace, weighed me down, refusing to heal as fast as I needed them to. Sweat fell from my fur, plastering it to neck and shoulder. The metallic taste of blood was in my nostrils, along with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. Branches whipped across my face, their fingers scratching at my cheeks, leaving stinging but light scratches. My heart ran like a runaway drumbeat in my chest, my senses on high. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of the leaves, made me flinch. The forest, once a sanctuary, was now a maze of terror. I dared not look back,

Kaidaira’s point of view. The weeks dragged along, each day so much like every other that it was impossible to tell where one started and another ended. It was some sort of never-ending, grey twilight that refused to break into dawn. It was like the very walls were closing in on me, cold stone exhalations damp with chill leaching into my bones. Memories of my time with him haunted me, always whispering in my head day and night. His touch, his voice, his gaze-things that clung and poisoned my mind. That evening, the guards arrived at my door. Their faces were vacant; their eyes cold as the stone floors. "The king requests your presence," one growled out, like a roughly hewn door scraping across its floor. I followed, my heart heavy with foreboding, my feet dragging as though weighted by invisible chains. The corridors stretched out before me, dark and foreboding, the torches that lighted them casting eerie shadows on the walls. The flames danced,; demonic silhouettes cast scary

Kaidaira’s point of view. The darkness of the forest writhed and twisted around me, living darkness taking menacing forms. Trees loomed; their branches grasped at me, skeletal fingers. I crawled, my body screaming in protest with the movements-a death knell echoing through my bones. I was still reeling from the aftershocks of the transformation. But then, as if the moon itself took pity on me, its silvery light burst forth. The whole forest was transformed; bathed in an unearthly light, the leaves shone dew-kissed and diamond-like, and the trees were motionless, their branches etched against the sky like fine pen and ink drawings. An uneasy silence fell with the notion that night creatures had vanished. The air was heavy with anticipation, save for the soft rustling of leaves and some distant mournful hooting of an owl. Hours, it seemed, or even days were passing-the only small notion of time in that wide desolation. My pain gave place to thirst: the drying parchin

Kaidaira’s POV I could have ran, trying to escape their hold. But for the sake of my child, I chose to stop, and give in to Thane Riven's men. I knew of the reputation of their kingdom, I had heard the tales whispered about the Alpha's ruthlessness, his fury, how he could destroy thousands of wolves without lifting a finger. And now, standing before the Alpha king himself, I couldn't help but feel small under his gaze. It felt like he was stripping me naked by the way his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I had to lower my eyes to my blistered feet that had carried me here, to avoid his eyes that were boring holes into me. “I am Kaidaira, Your Majesty,” Despite my attempt to keep my voice steady as I answered his question, I failed. My voice came out weak, that I could barely hear myself. But I knew the king must have heard me. My head might be lowered, not meeting his eyes, but telling by the grunt I heard, I knew he had his eyes narrowed, and his lips tugged to a side in a

KAIDAIRA’S POV As I knelt before Thane, his gaze held mine with an unnerving intensity. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken commands. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down my spine. "I want you to pleasure me, Kaidaira." The words echoed through me, awakening a tremble in my legs. I felt the cool marble beneath my knees as I sank down, my heart racing with anticipation and fear. Thane's eyes never left mine, his pupils dilating as he stepped closer. His fingers traced the curve of my jaw, sending sparks through my skin. "I want you to pleasure me," he whispered, his breath dancing across my ear. The command was laced with danger, yet irresistible. My mind reeled, but my body responded, heat pooling in my core. He pull. His eyes burned with desire, and I knew I was trapped. My hands trembled as I reached out, my fingers brushing against the warm skin of his thighs. The velvet softness of his tip teased my fingertips, and I felt his indrawn breath. "Look at me," Tha