All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lylah and Cormac didn't return to the Courtyard after their run. Rather, as tradition demanded, they made their way to the Alphahold, where Lylah's belongings were already waiting for her in Cormac's chambers. The Alphahold, a grand and imposing structure, the seat of the Alpha himself, loomed before them. Lylah felt a shiver run down her spine as they approached the entrance, the heavy wooden door creaking open to admit them. Cormac's parents were just coming in as well, and warmly welcomed her before going in to their own chambers. "I'm going to wash up," Cormac said, his voice ringing out like a bell on the warm night as he entered the bathroom. The sound of running water and the scent of soap wafted through the air, mingling with the smell of wood smoke and pine reaching all the way from the bonfire at the Courtyard.Lylah took as much time as possible undressing herself, her fingers trembling as she unfastened the delicate buttons on her wedding gown. She hung the dress on a hook

The sun was setting over the calm waters of the lake, casting a golden glow over the gathered crowd. Thane stood at the water's edge, his eyes fixed on the boat in front of him, decorated with a wreath of flowers. In it lay Alpha Ryker’s corpse, draped in a green, funeral cloak.The clan's shaman, a wise and aged woman, stepped forward and began to chant. Her voice was low and soothing, and it seemed to match the rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore. The crowd fell silent, mesmerized by the ritual.When the shaman finished her chant, the crowd erupted into a mournful cry, their collective grief echoing across the lake. Thane felt a lump form in his throat as he gazed out at the boat, overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss. His sister, Drena, stood somberly beside him. She had arrived from Galenstar the previous day with her two children, but the night's rest seemed to have offered her little respite, as she looked even more exhausted than when she had first arrived. On Thane

Lylah stood in her room, pouring herself a glass of water from the crystal decanter on her dresser. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the glass to her lips, a wave of morning sickness washing over her. She surveyed herself in the mirror, surveying the subtle changes in her body. This had become a habit for her, especially since the bulge in her tummy became slightly noticeable over the past weeks. She wondered if the size of the pregnancy would be deemed too early, especially as her marriage with Cormac was only seven weeks old. Slowly, she pulled off her blouse and stared at her naked belly, a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She placed her palm affectionately on her stomach, thinking of the tiny life growing within, at that very moment. Very soon the bulge would be visible to any who looks at her, and it will be an open news that she was pregnant. Cormac will receive the congratulations, and life would proceed normally, as it should. Adjusting to her new life here had

The sun beat down over the grand hall in Lunarville's Alphahold, illuminating the eager faces of the gathered crowd. The air was alive with the hum of conversation and the occasional yip of excitement. Today was the day Thane, the new Alpha, would select his mate, the future Luna.For weeks, the Lunarville clan had been abuzz with the news that the Alpha would be choosing a mate the old-fashioned way. This was a welcome development, as it gave every high-born Lupa a shot at being chosen. Whispers of excitement and speculation filled the air, and as the Lupas made their way into the premises, each accompanied either by her brother or mother, every one of them wondered if she would be the one to catch the Alpha's eye. "I heard he's looking for someone with exceptional beauty," one lupa whispered to another as they waited for the proceedings to begin. "Beauty?" replied her friend, "What use is beauty without brains? From what I heard, he's looking for a lupa that can help him govern th

Lylah's eyes followed Alpha Asher as he left the room, her heart racing with fear. The two Councillors remained seated, their gazes fixed on Lylah with a mixture of curiosity and condemnation. Lylah's parents turned to her, their faces etched with worry and disappointment. "Lylah Darling, please," her mother begged, "tell us who did this to you. We can still fix this, we can still make it right."But Lylah shook her head, her eyes puffed and strained with tears. "I'm sorry, Mother. I really am. But I just can't."Her father's face darkened, his anger and frustration boiling over. "You're going to ruin our family's reputation, Lylah. You're going to bring shame and dishonour to our name. Is that what you want?"Lylah bit her lip, feeling a surge of resentment. Shame and dishonour - wasn't that all her father cared about? Wasn't that what had led her into this situation and in this forced marriage in the first place? Looking at her mother's face, however, Lylah felt a pang of guilt and