Novels by DMLink

Freya's POV.Two weeks later, I remain alive. My days are either filled with touring around the Kingdom to learn of the origin and meaning of each creation, visiting the library to learn about the royals in my pack, playing the piano, learning how to brew herbal teas to stay in shape, wearing corsets to practice, having books on my head as I catwalk as I needed to walk perfectly, training my smile, or crying in my room whenever I am reminded that my mate had lied to me right from the first night we met.I should have known. I mean, he isn't called the cruelest Alpha of all time for a joke. What did I think? That he'd be proud of me as his mate?I have just finished training my walk, and I dropped the light cube on my head for the maids to pack. Before I leave the room, I perform courtesy to both my teacher and the Elder, who's up the stairs, watching my move.Outside the walls, I finally move my neck around and release my shoulders to swing as they want, not conscious of every part of

Alpha King Nicholas Kurt's POV.Two nights before the bonding night."Mother, what is that thing I see in my room? What have you done?" I barge into her study room, instantly stopping her conversation with a small council. Instantly, they all make their way out of the room."Your anger clouds your mind, son. Speak to me with respect. You cannot be barbaric to me, too." Her tone is gentle as she adjusts her position on the chair.Scoffing, I slam my hands onto her table, right in front of her, and speak. "Perhaps I haven't made myself clear.""Perhaps not.""Who is the girl in my wing? What is the rumor about my marriage in a few days?""Shush, son." She remains fretless about my demands. "She will be your Luna, and for a reason; listen!" She pauses, then continues, "Do you remember how we used to be so powerful that no other pack could stand against us? Well, that's my aim.""And how does an Omega girl fit into it?""Well, one thinks a drop of water is nothing until it becomes the rai

Freya's POV.As the contents of my red cup go down my throat, I groan inwardly, my eyes closing to stop me from dropping a tear. This gin is strong, but this is my third bottle.I've found a way to get out of the ballroom and hide myself behind an apple tree, where in front of me is a beautiful, shimmering body of water.I watch the reflection of the moon on it and wish my life was as beautiful. Maybe it will be after all.My wolf hasn't stopped giggling since the moment the Alpha King put this jewelry of the throne on my ring finger, and I'm staring at me.We are actually married to our mate. I mean, if one thing is to make me actually excited in all of this chaos, it's this. Perhaps being the mate and Luna to the Alpha King will give me a chance to live a better life. Perhaps I can help other Omegas live a better life.A lot of thoughts have been reeling in my head, one of which is the Alpha King actually confessing to me afterward that I am his mate, and when I say it back, we'd ki

Freya's POV. Two days later.I have been sitting in one position with the maids for the past few hours, dolling up my face and turning me into someone that I am not. I wish I could scream at them, but what choice have I got?To be honest, I do not know how my days are being filled here except for the training I've been passing through to be the most perfect damsel to walk today.I am to be married today, and a tear couldn't help but drop."A Luna should not but find today her most precious day, and for a girl like you, there's more awaiting in the future. You will see." Says the head maid, Miss Due, before she orders the room to be left with me alone.As they closed the door, my tears ran free. I am facing the cruelty of life, but for what? Why? Staring in the mirror, I see the reflection of somebody else. This isn't who I was before my mother died or before my stepfather turned into the beast who sold me to the throne without my knowledge.I hate everyone and everything. I hate the

Freya's POV. My breathing quivered when I heard my stepfather's steps coming right up. The moment he opens the door, I stand upright and fake a smile."Are you ready?" He asks, his eyes assessing my body."Yes, sir. I'm..." He caught me mid-sentence with his next words."All right. Hurry. The carriage is here." I nod my head at my master, Andy, who's also my stepfather.Well, he was supposed to be my stepfather until I turned out to be a late bloomer, and at the age of 22, when my wolf would come out as an Omega, I lost all rights to being independent.In the Wildwood pack, my pack, once your wolf comes out as an Omega, you're automatically cast as a lone wolf. The law believes we are all weak beings, so it doesn't need us to contribute to society.For my stepfather, ever since I turned 20, he has changed completely towards me. He became a stranger, and today of all days, something is about to happen, and I have no idea what it is.I have walked outside with him next to me, and the s

Kara's POV. Dark rings of light meet with my sight as I awaken to consciousness. I feel weak and hungry, and it feels as though I have been dead for days but have now been revived.My hands rub my forehead, swiping away beads of sweat as I sit up on a mattress placed directly on a wooden floor that creaks with my sharp frenzy movement.Where am I? Quickly, as I asked the question, I surveyed my brain, aiming for wherever the answer could be. The last thing I remembered was running away from Chris and planning on killing myself. I can still recall the beating of the air against my face, its deathly demeanor, and the free fall of gravity against my rigid body. And lastly, the fear that pumps poisonous blood throughout my veins.My wolf wasn't happy with me either, and till now, I assume that's why she isn't out, trying to help me make sense of this place.I am in a dark room, dimly lit with a few candles that may soon burn out, and the space is stuck with such furniture. I'm sure it is

Kara's POVTwo weeks later, and I am still alive.For some reasons, I have grown leaner than before. Chris had gotten more wicked because of my rejection the other night. He won't demand to rape me again, but he is now harsher and uncaring of my health.I only eat twice now, and while the second one is night, the first one is never morning. Maybe in the evening, sure, or sometimes I eat both foods at night. He always finds work for me to do from morning until evening before I then eat.Since I cannot complain, I have rather grown used to it. For the past two weeks, by the way, that night has become my treasure. I keep the memories close to my heart and allow myself to relive them in my dreams and thoughts whenever I am working.For example, I have been working since morning because Chris wanted to refurbish the interior decor, and I've been carrying furniture in and out. It's a wearisome work. My back hurts so much, and my fingers have been cut because of the harsh materials, but I da

Kara's POVI wake up to the sound of birds chirping past the window and the waves of the trees in the woods. I panic the instant I see myself on a bed—a luxurious one at that.Chris never allows me to sleep on the bed, even though there's one in my room. I sit up and cry at the sharp pain I feel in my core. I feel like I have just finished stretching my skin to the point where it cracks and leaves me with a wound.My stomach hurts too, and my back feels like it's been exercising. Then I remembered what I did last night. My hands brush my hair to the back as I try to stand up.I don't feel any regret about the sex, even though I felt judgmental about how I did it.I make my way to the window afterwards, my legs shaking. My eyes, on the other hand, kept admiring the beauty of this space. I really wish I could get to know who this strange man was with all the wealth and connections he's got.The Northern Capital Pack isn't known for its accommodations or a good economy for having such a

Alaric Claw, Lycan King of the Southern Tail Pack's POVI jerk my head back as I drink the last content inside the liquor bottle before I slam it onto the table. My mind is disturbed by that random woman I helped twice tonight.I have always been selfish, only caring for myself and no one else. Even my family knows me for my barbaric acts, but tonight, I actually felt great when that woman told me thanks for saving her.I pushed my hair back and walked to my study table, where there's a large sheet of paperwork filled with maps of the royal buildings and schemes of the Northern Capital Pack's wooded areas."Speak." I demand one of my men."These are maps showing the locations of spots where we've heard the howls of rogues in the Northern Capital Pack. In our research, we see that the Northern Capital Pack has the lowest economy and is prone to having rogues because of the rejection of Omegas, who later became lone wolves and rogues and have been spreading out to other nations, especia

Kara's POVThe loud music was carrying away the worries of the night; people were on the dance floor, happy and free. I wasn't happy, and I wasn't free.I shifted my gaze to the bar and immediately went to sit down on the footstool. All I needed was alcohol to get drunk on. I had no money to pay for the drinks I intended on buying, but I just wanted to get rid of the pain my conscious mind feels.The barman shot me a look I knew very well to be one of disdain, but I ignored it."Tequila shots, please," I demanded, and I saw the reluctance in his eyes. Yes, he hadn't expected an Omega to be allowed inside such a big nightclub.I lower my head when the sharp pain slit past my heart again, and when the drink was handed over to me, in no time, I took it to my lips and gulped it down.I winced softly at the bitterness, and a tear slid down my face. I collected another almost immediately after the first one.Sincerely, I don't want to spend another minute with my right senses.The second, t

Kara's POV My lips quivered in fear as he dares his intense gaze at me. His eyes are bloodshot, sending chills down my spine.I whimpered words of forgiveness when he began to move closer to me. "I'm sorry, sir.""You're sorry? Oh, I'll show you what sorry means. Get on the bed."I dare not quickly do as he tells me. My hands are sweaty already and ready for another punishment from my stepfather, Chris, tonight. He sees me as nothing but a punching bag.He starts to remove his belt, and before I know it, he wipes it on my chest. I scream out instantly, grabbing the spot, but he stops me when he bounces on me, his weight pressing me into the bed."Please..." My voice is now a whisper.His right hand holds both of my own, as words emitting from him cut deep wounds inside me. "You're a nothingness who's supposed to glad I didn't send you out there to become a rogue. Your mother is just a whore, as you're her little waste product!"He continues to spill vile words that perilously destroy