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::::::::::MINE?::::::::::

Wayne stormed out of the training grounds with his chest filled with pain from the blows, and his pride in shreds. Darius words still echoed in his head like a wild and sickening hammer. His jaw kept tightening and his eyes darkening like a wounded dog.Dust was still on his face with sweats oiling his temples, and the laughter still rang in his ears like butterflies. “Never enough,” he muttered under his breath, fists clenching as he strode through the corridor toward his room. “Never worthy, never going to…,” he paused, slamming his fist on the nearest wall. “Fuck! He knew I’d lose. He wanted me to lose—”His voice broke off when his shoulder collided with something soft, yet solid and firm. He stumbled back, muttering, “Watch where you’re—”The words died in his throat as his gaze snapped to a tall woman in loose grey silk, her dark short hair pinned high with jewels that sparkled with dawn sun. Her pale, hard green eyes that stab through the heart, swept over him in disdain.As

::::::::::PROMISES MADE IN SECRET::::::::::

The path to the Frost wing of the mansion stood lonely and tall, filled with a lot of rare trees and fruit as torchlights lit the pathway for illumination.Astra strode along the hall, her jaw aching with fury. The earlier humiliation still raged through her veins. The guards' refusal to obey her, Wayne's denial, and the bystanders' shock.And on top of it all was Darius's rejection of her, that stung more. She relived the moment again and again, with each memory sharpening her anger.She needed to see and speak to her father about everything that had happened, so she pushed open her father's double doors without knocking and walked in. "Father, I need to speak—"But her words were cut off when a hand met her cheek with a cracking sound in the air.Astra's head whipped sideways from the force of the slap with heat radiating across her face. It left her sucking in breath for a moment, before her hand flew up to her face, eyes wide with shock and unreadiness."F-Father…" she gasped. "Wh

::::::::::The Alpha’s Warning:::::::::

The hall still smelled faintly of sweat and dust from the day’s training, and the candles burned low along the long dining table. Wayne slipped in late, silently praying that Darius already had his dinner. But wishes are only possible in fairytales because he hadn't, and he was waiting for him.Darius sat at the head of the table with a sharp posture, a glass of wine untouched in front of him. His eyes lifted the moment Wayne stepped inside.“Sit,” Darius said.Wayne obeyed without a word. Every muscle in his body ached, but his pride hurt worse. He kept his gaze on his bowl as Mariam poured stew, then left them in silence. The only sound left was the faint clink of the spoon against the dish.Darius’s gaze stayed fixed. “You missed the evening training.”“I was tired,” Wayne said with a cool voice.Darius almost scoffed. “Tired? No one here gets to be tired.”Wayne didn’t answer but kept eating, each spoonful tasteless.“You’ve been avoiding me,” Darius said after a moment. “Since th

::::::::::Rumors in the Hall::::::::::

Morning light crept through the tall windows of Bloodfang’s main hall, spilling on the marble in thin streaks of gold. Servants moved quietly with soft footsteps, with voices lower than usual. They carried trays and scrolls, speaking only when they thought no one was listening. The pack house always stirred early, but it was on edge that morning.Everyone had heard. The training ground, the Alpha’s temper, the outsider who’d dared to talk back, and how Darius had called him at dawn to “handle it.”Wayne walked the corridor with his head slightly bowed, pretending not to notice the glances. Every look felt like a claw running down his spine once again as the whispers trailed behind him.“Did you see how the Alpha looked at him?”“They say he challenged him in front of everyone.”“Lucky he didn’t end up broken.”Wayne tried not to listen. His hands stayed shoved in his pockets, forcing himself to walk steady. The air still smelled faintly of dew and iron—of the training yard he hadn’t d

::::::::::A Dangerous Lesson::::::::::

The day after the gossip started, training came harder.Darius didn’t say a word about what he’d heard, but Wayne could feel it. The air was heavy, and his stares were sharper than usual. The field stretched under the fading sun with dust swirling under their boots.Darius crossed his arms. “You’re late.”Wayne didn’t even flinch this time. “Had to wait till the rumors cleared out a bit. You know people are talking about how I bewitched you right?”Darius’s jaw tightened. “Ignore them.”“I Can’t,” Wayne said, half laughing. “You forget I don’t get to hide behind any rank.”“Then stop giving them something to talk about.”“Oh right,” Wayne muttered, “I’ll just stop existing then.”Darius’s tone dropped. “You done?”“Yeah,” Wayne said, rolling his shoulders. “Let’s get this over with.”They started.For every punch Wayne threw, Darius countered twice as fast. For every dodge, Darius was already there, reading him like a book he’d written himself.“Your stance,” Darius said, heaving. “Yo

::::::::::Elders’ Summons::::::::::

Wayne barely slept.He lay still under the covers with the same words replaying in his mind, the same moment, the same warmth of Darius’s breath, the rough pressure of his lips against his, and then the sharp pull away.He touched his lips again, eyes wide open to the dim ceiling. It hadn’t been a dream. It couldn’t be.Darius had kissed him. And now, Wayne couldn’t decide if it was punishment or mercy. When morning light spilled through the curtains, he rolled onto his side with his face pressed into the pillow. Maybe the world would forget he exists if he stayed there long enough, but a soft knock broke the silence.“Wayne?” Mariam’s voice came through the door. “Are you awake?”He swallowed through tight throat. “Yeah,” he said.The door opened and Mariam peeked in, her expression gentle but curious. “The Alpha’s looking for you. He’s been summoned by the Elders this morning.”Wayne sat up slowly. “Summoned? Why?”“They didn’t say. Only that it’s urgent.”He frowned. The Elders

::::::::::The Promise Of The Alpha::::::::::

The courtyard was quiet after the meeting, you could say too quiet like the kind that followed with judgment.Wayne stood by the doorway with crossed arm, his eyes following Darius as he dismissed the Elders one by one. Their whispers carried far talks of “the stray,” of “unfit attachments,” and of “Alpha losing focus.” He had heard enough to know what they thought of him.When the last Elder left, Darius turned with clouded expression. His gaze found Wayne immediately, and something in it softened.“Walk with me,” Darius said.Wayne hesitated. “Now?”“Yes. Before I change my mind.”Wayne didn’t argue. They walked out through the rear gate and down the slope that led into the woods behind Bloodfang’s walls. The evening light stretched long over the trees, turning the leaves into fading gold. Neither of them spoke at first, and the only sounds were the crunch of leaf and the soft rustle of the wind through the branches.Wayne finally broke the silence. “You shouldn’t have defended me b

::::::::::Astra’s Seduction::::::::::

The halls of Bloodfang were unusually quiet. Candles flickered, painting the walls with shifting figures. Wayne walked briskly, restless and unable to sleep. His mind replayed the events of the day's training, the arguments, Darius’s calm yet commanding presence and something inside him refused to settle.He passed the library, then the servants’ quarters with the echo of his boots against the floor bouncing back at him. Normally, he would have returned to his room hours ago. Tonight, though, he needed air, needed movement to distract himself from the faint warmth still lingering in his chest whenever he thought of the Alpha.Wayne’s fingers brushed against the hilt of his dagger more than once, a nervous tic he couldn’t suppress. He didn’t know why he was restless. Maybe it was the training, the intensity of Darius’s presence, or the way his silent wolf seemed to stir whenever they were close.He rounded a corner near the east wing and froze. A faint murmur of voices carried from th

::::::::::The Unbreakable Connection::::::::::

Wayne’s chest heaved as he ran through the corridors, the memory of Astra’s hands brushing against Darius flashing vividly in his mind. His pulse raced not just from exertion but from raw, burning jealousy. His wolf thrashed beneath his skin, claws itching to break free.He skidded around a corner, pressing his back against the wall and struggled to control the surge of heat and power coursing through him. His hands trembled, and a low, raspy rumble escaped from his chest.“You can’t hold it forever,” a familiar voice said softly and Wayne whirled.Darius stood there with narrowed eyes and rolled sleeves, his wolf flickering faintly behind his steel blue rises . “You’re pushing yourself too far,” he said.“I… I just…” his voice cracked. He shook his head, fists clenching. “I can’t stop thinking about what I saw. About you and her.”Darius stepped closer, calm but firm. “Wayne, you don’t own me, but you don’t need to fight yourself over it either.”The words barely registered. Wayne’

::::::::::The Bite of Pride:::::::::

Ren hadn’t slept, not properly. And definitely not since that night.The moonlight spilled through the blinds, catching the edge of the empty whiskey glass on his table. He stared at it for what felt like hours with locked jaw and balled hands. The air in his room smelled of rain and regret.He hated that the name still echoed in his head.Wayne.He ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “You’re such a damn fool, Ren.”It had been weeks since he told Wayne to leave. Since he’d watched him walk out of the pack house, eyes wet, voice shaking but proud. Ren thought it would fade and that he’d forget.But he hadn’t.Every time he tried to train, to fight, to focus, it was there. That stupid image of Wayne looking up at him like he’d meant something. Like Ren wasn’t just another wolf afraid to feel.He pressed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes, trying to block it out. But it didn’t work.He saw Wayne laughing again. The way he used to talk too fast, how he tripped over his own w

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