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Chapter One— The Outcast

Zylia’s POVMy knees were sore from delivering food to the dinner hall. The air was filled with the smell of roasted steak and it clung to my hair.“Present this to the female warriors’ table.” Another server came by to pass me a tray of silver. Moon Goddess please forgive my fumbles, I did. I always trip at the worst times.The festivity was a lively one filled with noise. Of the men that had won great feats of war to tell of, and the women which were mad with laughter, the air was full.I went out into the hall.“She was a scared deer,” a voice said.“More like a rat” went another voice.I looked down. All I wanted was to set the tray down and not cause a scene.I went up to the table and placed the tray.“Careful there,” she purred but it was a false sound. “Our little Zylia is a bit green when the eyes of the world are upon her.” Then a voice broke in.Her friends at the table laughed. I went quiet and my face grew hot.Lilith Storme. The Beta’s daughter. The pack’s pride and joy.

Chapter Two — The Mating Ceremony

Zylia’s POVA tall, sharp man stood by the door. He had broad shoulders, and was dressed in black. His dark eyes fixed on me, and his jaw tightened like he hated what he saw.“Lucien Storme.” My father muttered, bowing his head.The echo of his name sent a chill to my spine. It slid like slime. It was the Beta of Alpha Killian. Who didn’t know him?. The Alpha’s shadow, his blade.His gaze swept over me slowly, and then his lip curled. “So, you’re Zylia Nightshade. The clumsy little Omega who can’t stay on her feet.”Heat rushed into my cheeks. My fingers twisted into my skirt, “I...” “Save your excuses,” he said flatly. “The Alpha doesn’t care for them.” My cheeks burned with heat and I bit my lip slightly.He reached into his coat and pulled out a black scroll sealed with scarlet red wax. “By order of Alpha Killian, you are hereby commanded to attend the royal mating ball tonight.”I blinked, “Me?”The royal mating ball? And I’m invited? No, that can’t be right.“Am I...” I swallowe

Chapter Three — The Prophecy

Zylia’s POVKillian’s words echoed in my skull. It was heavy and dismissive. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.The hall was frozen. Everyone’s head turned to me. They all had disgust and shock written in their faces.My lips parted, but I found no words to say. My chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. “I...uhm..” My voice was cracked, breaking my words.Killian didn’t move, nor did he waver. His dark gaze was locked on me as he moved closer. His hands stretched at me, “Come forward,”He wasn’t talking about me. Was he?“Come,” he said again, confirming I was the one he was talking about. I stared at his hand, then I looked back at him.Should I take it? Should I not? My legs moved on their own. I couldn’t control them. It was like they had a mind of their own. They trembled as I moved closer to him, trembling.Then, I placed my hand into his.His touch sent a sudden warmth through me. I had never felt anything like it before, almost like it awakened my whole body, like my

Chapter Four — A Dangerous Encounter

Zylia’s POV“Who’s there?” My voice came out thin and trembling.No one answered. I only heard the breeze of Dey leaves.I pressed my back to a tree trunk and clutched my bag to my chest like my life depended on it. And I could say, right now, it really did.My knuckles turned white, and legs felt rooted to the ground, as if it did not want me to move.Something moved in the darkness, really fast, my eyes only caught a shape that resolved into a man. Then it turned into two.I caught a scent of rags and sweat. It wasn't of a pack. It was... Rogues.My mouth went dry. I tried to turn, to run, but my feet would not. “Please,” I said. “I don’t want trouble. I’ll go. I’ll..”One of them laughed, soft and mean. “Look what the moon spat out. An Alpha’s toy.”He circled me slowly, his arms folded, his eyes dangerous.“All alone....How easy.....must be our lucky night”The other crouched and grinned at me. “Pretty thing. Come on, don’t be shy.”“Leave me,” I whispered, backing until the trunk

Chapter Five — The Alpha’s Growl

Killian’s POVI stormed out of the ballroom with my hands clenched and my chest heaving what annoyance. Everything had turned so fast I could hardly understand it. I had claimed Zyliain front of everyone, I had felt the bond settle between us, and then the priestess had spoken, and I had torn it all apart with my own words.The music and voices faded behind me as I walked down the corridor and I didn’t care that people moved out of my way; I just needed to be alone.My heart hurt, and my anger burned painfully as I pushed open the door to my chambers and stepped inside with Lilith right behind me.“Killian, wait,” she said softly, but I slammed the door before she could step in, with the wood shook under the force.“I don’t want company,” I said through the closed door.For a moment, I stood there, staring at the door as if it could stop all the noise in my head, and then I went to the window and threw it open, letting Moonlight pour over the room. I leaned on the frame and tried to

CHAPTER SIX: Among Rogues

Zylia’s POVThe forest seemed endless.We had been walking miles and miles and it didn’t look like the other was going to end soon.Branches clawed at my hair as I followed Mason deeper into the dark. His steps were silent, confident, like the night knew him. Mine weren’t. Every twig I broke sounded like an apology.The packlands were long behind me now. Each breath I took out here tasted like betrayal, sharp and cold.“Keep up,” Mason muttered without looking back.“I’m trying,” I said, clutching the strap of my bag tighter.“Then try harder.”I bit my tongue. He wasn’t cruel, just blunt, a man made of rough edges and solitude.“Can you slow down a bit,” my feet dragged as I tried to catch my breath. Mason turned slowly, his chest heaving out of frustration.“This is the slowest I can walk Zylia. You chose to follow me.”“Just…please,” I bent slightly, my palms resting on my knees.“Five minutes, Zylia. Five minutes.” He said.“Thank you,” I said, resting my back on a tree.He didn’

CHAPTER SEVEN: The Wolf Within

Zylia’s POV“Found this by the ridge,” he said, his voice rough with nerves.He tossed it into the dirt. The firelight caught on dark metal , blackened, cracked, stamped with a strange sigil. A crescent shape torn through by claws.The murmurs began instantly.“What the hell is that?”“That’s not pack work.”“It reeks of magic.”Mason crouched beside the emblem, his brow furrowing. “Where exactly did you find it?”“Near the stream,” the man said. “Half buried. Looked fresh.”I took a step closer, the smell of ash biting at my nose. Something about the symbol made my stomach twist. It felt… wrong. Not dangerous in the way blades were , dangerous like something older. Like Something was watching.Mason touched the edge of the emblem with his knife. “This isn’t Howlborne’s mark.”One of the older rogues spat. “Then whose is it?”No one answered. The silence that followed was worse than the question.A man behind me muttered, “It showed up the same week she did.”My heart skipped. “What?

CHAPTER EIGHT: Bound By Prophecy

Killian’s POVThe night refused to rest.Even the wind sounded wrong. It blew, carrying too many echoes, too many ghosts.I sat on the balcony outside my chambers, staring at the training grounds below. The torches had burned out hours ago, but I could still feel the weight of the pack moving beneath the silence, restless, brittle.It used to hum with strength. With unity. Now it pulsed like a wounded thing.The bond that tied us, Alpha to pack, trembled at the edges. I felt it every time I reached for their energy and found only emptiness in return.Zylia’s name pressed against my thoughts before I could stop it.Her scent had faded from the halls, but the memory of her eyes… that stayed. That quiet defiance. The way she looked at me when I said the words that broke her.The rejection had burned like silver through both of us. I’d told myself it was the right thing , that the prophecy left me no choice. That letting her go was mercy.But the hollow in my chest didn’t feel like mercy.

CHAPTER NINE: Beneath The Wild Moon

Zylia’s POVI turned and it was her.Tall. Sharp-eyed. Hair braided tight against her skull so the moon caught every cruel angle of her face. A silver ring glinted in her ear as she stepped out of the trees , calm, deliberate, like someone who belonged to the dark.The man behind me stiffened, trying to hide the fear crawling up his neck. “Didn’t know she had a guard dog,” he said, his voice thin, trying for a laugh that didn’t survive.She didn’t smile. The knife at her side caught the light as she shifted her weight. “I’m not her guard,” she said, voice low and cold. “I’m the reason she’s still breathing.”He bared his teeth , too wide, too eager. “Looks like she won’t be for long if she keeps wandering at night.”“Try me.” Her tone cut sharper than her blade.For a breath, the forest froze. Then the man backed off, muttering, “Not worth the blood,” before melting into the trees.The silence that followed was heavy, the kind that pressed against your ribs. She didn’t lower her weapo

CHAPTER TEN: The Weight Of Shadows

Zylia’s POVBy the third night, my arms refused to lift the blade.Raven didn’t care.“Pain means progress,” she said, circling me like a hawk. “Or death. Guess we’ll see which one wins.”My arms trembled, muscles screaming from nights without rest. Every movement sent sparks of pain up my shoulders, but Raven only watched, eyes sharp, waiting for me to break.The handle slipped from my fingers again, clattering against the stone. “I can’t,”“You can.” Her voice cracked like a whip. “Pick it up.”I did. Because she scared me more than my own exhaustion.Sweat slicked my neck, my palms raw from the wooden grip. The moonlight carved her face into angles , sharp, severe, unyielding. I swung again. Missed again.She shoved me hard enough that I stumbled back into the dirt. “Stop fighting the ground and fight me, pup.”“I’m trying!”“No. You’re surviving. There’s a difference.”She lunged, blade flashing. I dodged barely, breath ripping from my chest.Every strike she threw was faster, har

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