When the goddess plays a game of dice with your fate, it is your responsibility to seize it. Isn't it? Trying to escape for her Lyne, accidentally imprints her scent on Asher, Demon Alpha of the Silver haired pack, on the night of a moon Eclipse, marking him as mate. But Asher is already promised to another under a blood oath—a peace treaty that binds two powerful packs from breaking out in another war. In a flicker of hope, Lyne strikes a bargain to secure her life. But what will happen when the goddess plays one more die ahead of her, and her life is not the only thing she'd find herself bargaining for?
View MoreASHER: Her frail form trembles before me. She leans backwards, pressing her body against the wooden chair. Wolfless or not, I cannot let her tears fool me. It's impossible for her to have ruined me all on her own. Could it be the Dark Knight scheme to make a fool out of me and seize the opportunity they've been waiting for to strike?My father, late Alpha of the Silver haired pack had taken up the marriage treaty offered by the Alpha of the Dark Knight pack who secretly covets our land. Our pack suffered more from the war before, so it was the only resolution my father saw.Even though I was only nine years old and sickly, I was made to promise marriage to the Dark Knight Lycan princess under a blood oath. It's my duty, after all, to uphold peace for the sake of my pack. But lately, reports have been of the Dark Knight’s men snooping around, waiting for me to make one wrong move. “I—I don't know what you're talking about. I d—don’t even know who you are.” She stammer out, whimperin
LYNE:The loud bang of my head must've alerted them as I heard their distant screams.My eyes flickered, struggling to stay open. I had to finish what I started. I shook my head to fight off the dizziness overwhelming me, but it only makes it worse—heavier. My eyes closed weakly and I let my head fall back on its own. Another bang, but not as hard as the first, and my breathing turns shallow. §. §. §. Admist the loud grating sound of crickets chirping, I heard the low crackling of fire. The warmth felt gentle on my skin and I Slowly came awake. Am I…alive? The horrifying thought makes me flung my eyes open. “Uggh!” I grunt softly, and held my head steady with a hand resting on my forehead. My heart jumped and a lump formed in my throat. How am I still alive? Sliding my hand to the side of my head I was certain I'd bashed on a rock, I felt a dampened piece of cloth, wrapped loosely about my head.Did I slam less harder than I thought I did? And, who had saved me?
LYNE:A rush of energy surged through me to cry out, and I did. “Help!!!” I screamed. Surely they'll be good werewolves around to save me. But my cry is drowned out by their loud, obnoxious laughter.“Oh, save yourself the strength, Lyne. You're far into the woods; no one can hear you even if you scream your guts out.” Maverick Chuckles out as they get closer.Panic gnaws inside me, and I scan my eyes desperately around. He was right. The forest was thick and foggy, with not even the faintest of light in sight. “Leon, please,” I whimper, fixing my gaze back to Leon and slithering backwards. How had I not noticed my own brothers hated me so? But who in my shoes would've?My brothers were the only parents I knew. They cared for me and groomed me to become a suitable mate for Lucien. I thought they loved me; I would've cussed anyone out if they thought otherwise, but now...“Why are you doing this? I don't deserve any of this, and you know it." I ask, yelling my words. frustrated by the
*A day before* LYNE:The open court house was silent, with only the sound of birds chirping, the icy gust of wind penetrating through the windows, and the rapid sound of my heavy breathing being heard within these walls. I stood anxiously in the middle, my hands trembling by my sides and my eyes already watery. Guilty of believing I was the pearl of the pack. Lucien stood beside me by my right with a sly smile spread across his lips as Alpha Elan granted him permission to reject me.I wasn't surprised. He never loved me; he never even wanted me in the first place. Our union was forced upon us by the Alpha, his uncle. To him, I was only a filial responsibility to fulfill.I know he was saying something along the lines of “I, Lucien,” but I stopped listening. Only waiting for the pain that soon embraced me.I crumpled to the cold, hard floor clutching my chest as the excruciating pain of rejection surged through my veins. I have heard from the older werewolves that the pain was like a
LYNE:I shivered from the cold penetrating my body from the cold floor of what looks like a prison. I try to recall how I'd ended up lying here. I remember coughing out some of the water that I'd gotten into my lungs at the shore. A figure, my saviour, towered in front of me, but I was unable to get a glimpse of his face. But how did I suddenly wind up in a prison?“My saviour,” I gasp softly. "What had happened to him?"“Bring her out to the torture room,” a deep, raspy baritone voice says. The sound of keys rattling and the iron prison gate creaking open follows after.I tilt my head up to see a slightly tall male figure treading to me. “It will be in your best interest if you tell nothing but the truth,” he whispered, lifting unto his shoulders.Torture room? What truth was he talking about? I don't even bother to struggle or question as I am carried away, only breathing steadily and trying not to throw up from the horrid smell of metal, flesh, and blood thickening the air. The s
LYNE:I shivered from the cold penetrating my body from the cold floor of what looks like a prison. I try to recall how I'd ended up lying here. I remember coughing out some of the water that I'd gotten into my lungs at the shore. A figure, my saviour, towered in front of me, but I was unable to get a glimpse of his face. But how did I suddenly wind up in a prison?“My saviour,” I gasp softly. "What had happened to him?"“Bring her out to the torture room,” a deep, raspy baritone voice says. The sound of keys rattling and the iron prison gate creaking open follows after.I tilt my head up to see a slightly tall male figure treading to me. “It will be in your best interest if you tell nothing but the truth,” he whispered, lifting unto his shoulders.Torture room? What truth was he talking about? I don't even bother to struggle or question as I am carried away, only breathing steadily and trying not to throw up from the horrid smell of metal, flesh, and blood thickening the air. The s
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