All Chapters of The Alpha's Greatest Mistake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The ground beneath me trembled as the Lycan King took another step forward.His presence was suffocating. The sheer weight of his aura pressed down on the clearing, forcing the dark trees to creak and groans under the pressure. Rogues froze in fear at the mere mention of his name, yet here he was, standing over me in the freezing snow."Stay... back," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.Every breath felt like inhaling shards of glass. The rejection bond from Kael was a gaping, bleeding wound in my soul, while the silver fire of my awakening wolf threatened to tear my body apart from the inside out.Lucien Draven didn't listen. He moved with a terrifying, fluid grace, closing the distance between us until his towering frame blocked out the moonlight.He dropped to one knee in the snow, completely ignoring the frost biting through his dark, expensive trousers. Up close, the scent of ancient stone and intoxicating blood-wine washed over me, numbing the phantom scent of Kael's chocol

The following morning, the Citadel did not wake to the sound of birds, but to the rhythmic, bone-jarring thrum of training daggers hitting target dummies.I stood in the center of the subterranean training hall, my chest heaving. Sweat slicked my skin, and my muscles burned with a fatigue I had never known. The training armor they had strapped me into—lightweight dragon-hide, black as coal—felt heavy and unnatural."Again," Lucien’s voice cut through the air, cool and detached.He stood ten paces away, his arms crossed over his chest. He hadn't lifted a finger to help me, yet his presence was a constant, crushing weight that forced me to be better.I lunged forward, blade outstretched. I was fast—faster than any omega had a right to be—but Lucien didn't even shift his feet. He simply flicked his wrist, and the wooden training sword in his hand caught my blade, sending a jarring vibration up my arm that nearly made me drop it."You are fighting like a pack servant," he critiqued, his s

Three days after Lyra's rejection.Three days after her blood touched the Moonstone.Three days after destiny changed.Far beyond the territories of the werewolf packs, beyond the mountains and frozen rivers that marked the edge of known lands, stood the Black Citadel.A fortress carved from obsidian stone.A kingdom feared by every Alpha alive.The Kingdom of the Lycans.Lightning flashed across the night sky.Thunder rolled over the towering walls.Within the highest tower of the citadel, silence ruled.The room was vast.Dark.Ancient.Moonlight poured through towering windows and illuminated a solitary throne carved from black crystal.A man sat upon it.Motionless.Eyes closed.Waiting.For centuries, kings had risen and fallen.Entire bloodlines had vanished.Empires had turned to dust.Yet he remained.Cassian Draven.The first Lycan.The immortal king.The most feared being in existence.His dark hair brushed his shoulders.A silver crown rested upon his head.Scars crossed hi