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It's her

ALPHA KING KAELIONA Few Hours EarlierThis was the pack. The one where his mate’s voice had called to him, raw, broken, desperate. A distant territory from his kingdom, yet this was where she suffered. He could feel her pain, her weakening heartbeat, but no matter how hard he tried, Kaelion couldn’t pinpoint her exact location. She was hidden, somewhere deep, but undeniably his.“Jaxon,” Kaelion growled, eyes flicking out the tinted window as the car slowed to a stop, “are you certain this is the place?”“If the vision you described is accurate, Alpha,” Jaxon replied from the front seat, “then yes—this is it.” He brought the vehicle to a halt.Kaelion said nothing more. His jaw clenched as his grip tightened on the armrest. The moment he stopped sensing her energy, a cold dread had settled deep within his bones.He opened his eyes, silver and rimmed with red, narrowed at the empty darkness before him.“Six months left.”His voice was barely above a whisper.Six months until his forti

I want her back!

Back in the Night Villa….The sound of a shattered goblet echoed off the marble walls of the great hall. A thick silence followed.Ryker stood at the center of the chaos, eyes blazing, chest heaving. Servants and guards scattered like leaves before a storm. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe.“She’s gone?!” Ryker roared. “HOW?!”Chase stepped forward slowly. “We don’t know how yet, Alpha. But we’re searching…”“Not good enough!” Ryker thundered, slamming his fist against the long table. Wood cracked under the force. “She was in chains! LOCKED beneath stone and steel! Who let her out?! Who was on duty?!”The guards at the perimeter bowed, trembling. One dared to speak. “S-She vanished from the dungeon. The locks were broken. No scent trail. No sounds. It was like… like she just disappeared.”“Vanished?!” Ryker repeated with a bitter laugh, his voice curling into something dark. “No one VANISHES from my dungeon! Not without help!”His eyes flicked around the room—wild, furious, ca

You will never be her!

Alpha Ryker stormed down the corridor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. Every step echoed through the marbled halls, and the guards stationed along the walls knew better than to speak. His aura was fire, laced with bloodlust. His mate — his mate—was gone. Vanished. And the only answer staring back at him had been an empty chair where Kaelion Vexmoor once sat.He knew. He took her.The thought burned like acid through Ryker’s skull. He threw open his chamber doors with a roar, the wood slamming against the wall so hard it splintered.“She betrayed me,” he growled aloud, as if voicing it would tame the chaos in his chest. “She fucking betrayed me!”He crossed to the drawer near his desk and yanked it open, pulling out the bottle of Shadowfang whiskey — a brutal liquor strong enough to knock out most wolves. He didn’t bother with a glass. He took the bottle to his lips and drank like a man possessed.But the alcohol didn’t burn as much as the memory.Jenna’s eyes, wide

For all the tears

Jenna’s breath hitched as their eyes locked.The man sitting beside her exuded raw power, power that didn’t need to be announced. It hummed around him like a violent storm waiting to break. His presence was suffocating, his gaze unapologetic as he studied her like a predator does prey it’s already claimed.Her body betrayed her.Despite the fear, the pains in her ribs and the mark of chains on her skin, her wolf, Lexa, was drawn to him. Howling. Needy. And it sickened her. After everything she’d been through… how dare her wolf respond like this?She yanked the blanket higher over her chest, her arms trembling.“Stay away from me,” she whispered, voice hoarse and cracking.He didn’t flinch.Kaelion’s silver eyes remained fixed on her, glowing faintly in the soft light that filtered through the drawn curtains. The smirk from before faded. His expression hardened—not into anger, but into something far more dangerous.Conviction.“I dragged you out of the woods last night,” he said, his t

Running away

Jenna lay still for a long while after Kaelion left, the silence in the room thick as fog. Her heart still hadn’t settled from his words.“For every tear they made you shed, I will make them beg.”She should’ve felt fear. Or revulsion. But instead, something darker curled in her chest. Hope. Dangerous, bloody hope.She buried her face in the sheets to drown it.The knock at the door jolted her.Before she could say anything, it opened.A woman entered — tall, stern, elegant, her posture straight as a blade. Behind her, three younger women followed, each carrying folded garments, steaming cloths, and wooden bowls filled with scented water. Maids.The older woman’s eyes scanned Jenna from head to toe. Not cruel. Not soft either. Just… assessing.“I’m called Myra,” she said, her voice brisk. “I am the head of His Majesty’s house staff. These girls are here to assist me in preparing you for the day.”Jenna sat up slowly, pulling the covers closer to her chest. “I don’t need help.”Myra’s

His curse

The storm outside was unrelenting. Rain thrashed against the high-arched windows casting shadows that danced violently across the towering bookshelves of the Alpha King’s private study.Kaelion Vexmoor stood alone, one hand braced against the edge of his massive desk, his broad shoulders rising and falling with every shallow breath.His chest ached.Not from injury.But from the curse.He could feel it again—writhing beneath his skin like molten fire, twisting into his lungs and curling fingers around his heart. Every time he thought it had calmed, it surged back, fiercer than before.The pain came in waves now.Stronger.Faster.Like time was counting down.He didn’t flinch. He didn’t cry out. But the tremor in his jaw betrayed him, as did the way he squeezed his eyes shut to trap the growl in his throat.Then came the voice, low, calm, irritatingly timely.“You’re burning again, aren’t you?”Dorian. His Beta. Always watching. Always ten steps behind and yet never out of reach.Kaeli

Never coming back

The silence was the loudest thing in the room.Ryker stood in Jenna’s old quarters, untouched since she vanished. The same gray blanket she used to curl under still rested at the foot of the bed. Her scent lingered on the pillow, faded but not gone. That soft blend of crushed lilacs and wolf pine that used to ground him.Now it haunted him.He stared at the space on the bed and tried to remember the last thing she said to him. Something cold. Something distant.He deserved that.He deserved worse.Outside, the Villa was restless. Whispers ran like wildfire: The Luna’s gone. Ryker lost his mate. The Lycan Alpha took her. They didn’t say it to his face, of course. But he felt their doubt like needles under his skin.He’d lost her.Again.Exhausted, Ryker sat slouched on the high-backed chair at the far end. His knuckles were bloodied—fresh from punching the stone wall of his chambers just minutes before.The taste of defeat still coated his tongue like ash.She was gone.Jenna.And not

Her little companion

The next morning was unusually quiet.Jenna stood by the wide arched window of her chambers, the sky painted in soft hues of pale gold and misty blue. The courtyard below bustled faintly with movement—servants sweeping, warriors training but none of it touched her. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself, feeling like an ornament trapped in someone else’s glass castle.A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts.She turned just as the door creaked open and a bright-eyed girl with russet curls popped her head in with cheeks flushed pink and eyes so wide with excitement it made Jenna blink.“Um—hello?” the girl chirped. “Are you… Jenna? I mean—Luna Jenna?”Jenna blinked. “Yes but not your Luna”The girl beamed and stepped in, holding a folded apron in her hands. The girl curtsied with a little flourish. “My name’s Maren. His Majesty assigned me as your personal maid if that’s alright with you, of course.” She paused, her amber eyes hopeful. “I know I’m a bit… young-looking. But I pr

No to the strings

Two days.That’s how long it had been since he defended her.And still, Jenna felt like she was suffocating.Kaelion hadn’t touched her, hadn’t demanded anything, and hadn’t raised his voice once. He simply existed, watching with those quiet, stormy eyes, as if he was waiting for her to either break… or heal.He was polite, cautious. Respectful in a way that made her more unsettled than if he had demanded her obedience.And Maren…That girl was a storm wrapped in sunshine. A whirlwind of kindness and chatter. Jenna should’ve hated her. But Maren made it hard. The way she hummed while braiding Jenna’s hair, the way she dropped extra honey in her tea without asking. The way she looked at her like… she wasn’t broken.But that didn’t mean Jenna could stay.Kindness was a trick. She’d learned that lesson one too many times.It always came with strings.Sometimes she tried to trust that they were better peopleBut at night… the old ghosts returned.She couldn’t sleep without seeing her old

You can try to stall me!

Jenna placed her hands on her hips, staring up at the towering wall before her. At that moment, she envied every creature gifted with the ability to fly. Her gaze drifted to the side, and she sprinted a few meters behind a wide house, seeking cover as she prepared her escape.The rain continued to pour down relentlessly, soaking her to the bone. It did nothing to help her situation, but she had no control over that. She rolled her shoulders, pushed up the sleeves of her soaked gray dress, and stood before the tall wooden fence with steely determination.It was probably twice her height. Still, with the right skill, she believed she could scale it.Then reality hit.She wasn’t skilled. She was the opposite—utterly lazy.Regardless, Jenna planted her hands against the slick, brown wood and dug her nails in, trying to pull herself up. A sharp sting shot through her finger as a splinter buried itself in her skin. She cursed under her breath and considered shifting to tear through the damn

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