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They all run their horses to fight their enemies and sent them to hell. Darius was standing staring out the window in the reading room. His brows furrowed with an evil look in his eyes. His mind was filled with evil plans. The sound of someone entering the room broke through his thoughts, making him look towards the door. He saw Aurora smiling brightly at him and standing in front of him. "Darius, I just got some news. We've got Celeia, Tingis, and Tyrus!" she said in an excited tone. He pretends to be surprised, with a smile on his face. In fact, he already knew about it from his men. "Soon you will get your revenge. I will give Lucian's head to you," she said as she put her hands on his ch

I could see the way he shook in fear and the faint smell of urine stung my nose. Darius stood in the clearing like a wolf god—shoulders broad, eyes blazing with fury, his bare arms slick with blood that wasn’t his. A rogue lunged at him from behind with a blade in hand—the brute. Darius ducked low, catching the attacker mid-leap, and twisted, using the rogue's own momentum to swing to the closest tree. The scream that followed was bloodcurdling—Darius finished him with a knee to the gut and a backhand that sent him unconscious.

Raiden POV Steel shrieked against steel as my blade met Darius’ again. He fought dirtier now. Faster. Desperation had started creeping into his strikes, hidden beneath arrogance. His claws scraped along my sword as he tried to force me back through brute strength alone. “You’re slowing,” he taunted, teeth bared. “I’m bored,” I corrected. He snarled and lunged again. Behind us, the battlefield roared — lycans clashing, arrows slicing the air, magic snapping like live wires. I drove Darius back three steps, twisted, and aimed for his ribs.

"You were like a broken compass—spinning out. When Kael bit you, we all settled, too. We’re connected now." "A Reverse Harem of necessity," she muttered, pulling her collar high. "A pact of survival," Rhys corrected. "Now, we play hockey. And we play by Darius's rules, because we need the access. We need to find the proof he's still running the Forced Fighting Ring." Morning practice was brutal, a high-stakes performance played under the watchful scrutiny of Alpha Darius and his enforcers in the upper box. Darius himself was a man who smelled of power and old money. He walked onto the ice during the first drill, stopping directly in front of Elara.

I retaliated with a powerful swipe of my own, catching him off guard momentarily. The forest seemed to hold its breath as we clashed, the ground shaking with each impact. With a sudden, bone-jarring slam, Darius hurled me against another tree, the force of the blow reverberating through my body. The loud crash echoed like thunder, a testament to the ferocity of our battle. I struggled to rise, my limbs trembling but resolute. “I told you, boy,” Darius’s voice cut through the haze of pain, dripping with contempt. “Just give up. There’s no way you can defeat me... You’re too weak.”

Darius stayed next to me, snapping his head right and left to see if anyone was approaching us. Two rogues charged at me. Darius took them head on. He was a force of destruction. His claws ripped through anyone who came near me. He fought like an Alpha, fueled by rage. I stayed close to Darius, fighting alongside him. My heart pounded as I dodged an attack from a rogue. Then I lashed out, slashing my claws across his face. He stumbled back, howling in pain, and Darius finished him off by plunging his claws in his neck. The air was filled with screams, grunts, flesh being ripped off and bones cracking. It was thick with the scent of blood. The rogues kept coming, and one by one, the rogues fe

“What’s got you so occupied? It’s not like you to lose your edge. Need a distraction? How about a little competition?” I wiped the sweat from my brow, my fists still clenched from hitting the bag. “What do you have in mind?” I asked. Darius pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “Let’s fight. You need to clear your head, and there’s nothing better than a good brawl to get the blood pumping.” He chuckled, the sound sharp and taunting. “Unless you think you can’t handle it because your mind is elsewhere.” "Fuck you. Game on.”

Darius gaze flicks to me. I hold it steadily. Say it. "A woman," he says finally. "Name's Mara Wyatt." The line goes quiet. Then: "You always did like difficult jobs." "Can you do it or not?" "I can do anything. For the right price." "Name it." A number. High. Very high. Darius doesn't even hesitate. "Done." The channel closes. Darius exhales with shoulders loosening just a fraction as if the act of summoning violence steadied him.

“We’ll fight our way out if we have to.” Darius laughed, the sound cold and mocking. “You really think you can take all of us? Face it, Kaelan—you’ve already lost.” Kaelan didn’t respond. Instead, he lunged at Darius, his dagger flashing in the dim light. The fight erupted in an instant, chaos consuming the forest as Kaelan, Rhea, and Lila fought to defend themselves. Rhea’s heart pounded as she dodged an attack, her knife slicing through the air. She wasn’t a fighter, but desperation gave her strength. She caught a glimpse of Kaelan, his movements swift and precise as he took down one opponent after another.

I turned to Darius; similarly resolute, equally prepared for what was to come. And with that single battle cry, the entire field plunged into chaos. Blood and steel colored the night-a thorough chaos was the battlefield-the forest a tornado of rage that saw quite a few die. The clash of steel together, and the harsh yell of wolves as body rammed into body violently filled the night air. Moving with a lethal precision, my sword fell on those foolish enough to stand in my path. I could feel the power of the elixir that Darius had given me course through my veins, giving me strength beyond reason-and I used it like a man who didn't exist.