LUXURIA.
His eyes narrowed slightly as if he was reading my thoughts. Then he broke the silence. "What do you think of becoming allies with your father's pack?"
The question hit me like a blow. My stomach twisted into knots, and for a moment, I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly. My father's pack?
I blinked, trying to mask the flood of emotions that surged through me.
Anger. Resentment. Pain.
My father had cast me aside as if I were nothing more than a worthless burden. He hadn't cared for me, hadn't protected me. The memories of his cruelty were still raw, burning like a wound that refused to heal.
My father's pack? He wanted Parthe as an ally?
My breath caught in my throat. This was my chance to ruin them. To finally take revenge for all the hurt and betrayal they had inflicted upon me.
I could ruin them. I could tell Parthe anything—expose their weaknesses, twist the truth, make them seem unworthy of an alliance. The words were there, just waiting to be spoken, ready to tear my father's pack apart for all the hurt and betrayal they had inflicted on me.
But should I?
My mind raced, my hands trembling slightly as I clenched them together in my lap. Would destroying my father's pack make me feel any better? Would it undo the years of neglect?
I glanced up at Parthe, searching for any hint of what he was thinking, but his face remained as cold and unreadable as ever. Why did he even care about my opinion on this?
"I…" The word caught in my throat, barely a whisper, before I stopped, unsure of how to proceed. I couldn't just blurt out the first thing that came to mind. My emotions were too raw, too tangled.
"Why?" I asked instead, forcing my voice to steady, though it felt like walking on thin ice. "Why does what I think matter?"
Parthe's gaze never left mine, his dark eyes locking me in place. "Your father reached out. He proposed the alliance." He took a step closer, "I want to know where you stand."
My father's pack was powerful, well-trained, and strategically located. An alliance with them could strengthen Parthe's position, and that was something he would never take lightly because the alliance could significantly strengthen his position.
But my father was also ruthless, manipulative, and I knew firsthand how he could turn on people easily. Was this just another one of his schemes?
My heart pounded in my chest. This was my chance to exact revenge, to repay my father for every cold, uncaring moment of my life. But at what cost? And, more importantly, do I want to drag Alpha Parthe into that mess?
If I give him my go-ahead, I would be binding him to my father. But if I lie, if I manipulate the truth, I might be saving him from a dangerous alliance.
Parthe's voice cut through my thoughts. "Luxuria. Answer me."
I forced the words past my lips, "Yes," I whispered, "You can make him your ally."
The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but there was no going back now. I had made my choice.
Parthe's eyes lingered on mine for what felt like an eternity, cold and calculating as if weighing my answer, his eyes narrowing. But he didn't question me further, which bothered me.
I expected him to ask some more questions. Maybe answering them and giving him reasons for my response would ease my guilt.
With a curt nod, he turned away, walking toward his study table.
"That being confirmed, we leave tomorrow at dawn." I heard him say and I was confused.
"Leave? Where are we leaving to?" I asked, standing to my feet.
"Sit, Luxuria. I never asked you to stand," He said in the most commanding tone ever. I felt offended, but I dared not question him.
I sat quietly.
"We will be heading to your father's pack tomorrow to discuss the final terms of our alliance." He said, his back still turned on me as he scanned through some books and scrolls scattered on his table.
"Shouldn't he be the one coming to you for that? He is the one seeking alliances, not you," I tried to protest.
I didn't want to return to that pack for any reason. The hurt and pains I have been trying to heal from would only resurface, and I do not know how I'd be able to tame those feelings in order not to snap.
"Quite intelligent. You know a thing or two about politics, don't you?"
I couldn't see his face, but I knew there was a smirk plastered on his lips.
I remained quiet.
He walked towards me. Slowly. Intimidatingly. Deliberately. As if to make me nervous. And it was working. Every inch of me was on high alert, my pulse pounding in my throat.
"I chose to grace them with my presence, little mate," Parthe said, his voice low and dark, like a rumble of thunder before the storm.
I could barely breathe, my fingers tightening on the soft sheets beneath me as his words were suffocating me.
And then, his hand moved.
His grip on my hair was sudden, fingers tangling in my curls as he pulled me up to my feet. My scalp tingled with a sharp ache, but it wasn't painful—it was deliberate, designed to make me weak, and gods help me, it worked.
A shiver coursed down my spine as my body betrayed me, responding to the pull, the heat of him so close I could feel the warmth of his skin ghosting over mine.
I shuddered.
His fingers twisted my hair, forcing my chin upward until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. Those dark, cold eyes locked on mine, filled with a hunger I couldn't ignore. I wanted to look away, to escape the intensity of his stare, but something in me faltered. My breath caught in my throat, and before I knew it, my gaze dropped, shame mixing with the heat simmering under my skin.
I couldn't look at him. He was too much—his presence, his power, the way he controlled me with nothing more than a look and a touch.
"I thought you might need to pay your former pack a visit, too," he murmured, his voice deceptively soft. But there was something dangerous beneath his words.
Return to that place?
The memories clawed at me, ripping at the fragile walls I had built around myself.
The last thing I wanted was to go back there, to relive the hurt, the pain of being cast aside and betrayed.
His fingers tugged gently on my hair, and I parted my lips, wanting to speak, to beg him not to make me go. But before the words could form, his lips hovered near mine—so close I could feel the warmth of his breath mixing with mine.
I was dying for him to close the gap. Every inch of me burned with the need for him to give me just a taste of what he dangled so cruelly before me. My body tensed, leaning ever so slightly forward, my lips parting further in anticipation.
But then, he moved. His lips bypassed mine, brushing against the shell of my ear, the warmth of his breath sending a wave of desire crashing through me.
"Or," he whispered, his voice dark and seductive, "do you have a problem with that?"
I froze. My thoughts scrambled. I knew better than to say I had a problem with it. I could feel the warning in his tone, the unspoken consequences that he lay before me.
His fingers slid down, tracing the curve of my jaw, soft but deliberate, as if savoring the power he held over me.
I couldn't breathe. His touch was a firebrand on my skin, leaving a trail of heat as his hand drifted lower down the line of my neck, grazing my exposed collarbone.
The dress I wore left little to the imagination. Those were the only kind of dresses they had kept in my closet. I had come to his pack with nothing of mine. Now, I am being made to wear what they wanted me to, and I could feel his eyes raking over me, lingering on the exposed skin of my chest. His fingers moved lazily, teasing the edge of my cleavage, and I bit my lip, fighting the whimper building in my throat.
Parthe was toying with me. His eyes burned into mine, dark and possessive, as if he could see every ounce of desire coursing through me, the way I ached for his touch.
But he wasn't going to give me what I wanted.
No, he was far too cruel for that.
ALPHA PARTHE.Fuck...The Gods...What was she doing to me?Despite the iron walls I had meticulously built around my damned heart, I found her creeping in—like a slow-burning fire that I couldn't put out, no matter how hard I tried. She was everywhere, consuming me with an intensity I hadn't anticipated, seeping into the cracks I hadn't even known existed.I was not a man made for feelings. They had no place in me, and I never thought the mate bond could tear through the cold armor I had worn my entire life. I'd overcome so much—loss, blood, betrayal—but this? This was the one battle I wasn't sure I could win. It was maddening.This was going to be my undoing.Her skin, the softness of it, was like silk beneath my fingers. Her scent—a heady mix of innocence and desire, weaving itself into my every breath. It drove me to the edge every damn time I got near her. And right now, standing before her, with that thin excuse of a dress clinging to her delicate frame, I was so close to losing
ALPHA PARTHE.I emerged from the bathroom, the cold water I had doused myself in still dripping from my skin, leaving me shivering slightly. The cold had done little to temper the heat simmering beneath my surface.I had dismissed my new obsession to leave before I did something stupid.She was my mate. I know that. But I am so scared to stain her innocence with my darkness.Maybe not now.It was a fearsome thing, this pull toward her innocence. I had spent enough time wrestling with the temptation, trying to fend off the darkness that threatened to overwhelm me.The strain on my emotions and desire was getting the best of me and it was threatening to rip me apart from inside.The door opened with a soft click as I dried out the water from my body.Only one person comes into my chamber without knocking despite my warnings."Shikta," I called, my back still turned on her, picking out something to wear.I needed some air. Otherwise, I'd die of suffocation."What brings you here?" I aske
LUXURIA.I got into my chamber, and my skin flushed with hot desire and need.The coolness of the room did nothing to soothe the heat simmering beneath my skin. I tried, I really did—sitting in the icy bathtub until my limbs shook and my teeth clattered—but it wasn't enough.My mind betrayed me. The memory of him in his chamber, the way his gaze had seared through me, how his voice had rumbled low and commanding, left a mark on me that no amount of cold water could wash away.Just the thought of him sent a pulse of need straight to my core. I hated him. I feared him. And yet... I wanted him. My body ached with a hunger I didn't know how to fight. It was maddening, this war inside me.I should have known better. I should have fought harder. But I was weak. I was falling, and I hated how much I was giving in.I shifted on the bed, trying to shake off the thoughts, but it was no use. The pulse between my legs was relentless, the slick heat gathering, making my thighs clench.My breath ca
ALPHA PARTHE.Fuck.This girl was certainly going to be my undoing.I watched her fragile form freeze under my stare. She was terrified. Just as she should.My gaze was pinned to her trembling form, every inch of her body betraying her fear and shame.My length strained under my briefs. It took all the self-control in me not to pounce on her and fuck her until her tender core blows hot from friction.As I sat on the stool, I saw her fear. I sensed her panic."Don't let me stop you," I said to her, and she seemed to shrink under those words.I saw the tears in her eyes. Her sobs only made my cock throb harder."Alpha... please," she whispered, her voice shaking like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. The sound of her begging was sweet, so fucking sweet it made my blood pound in my ears.She didn't even realize how much her pleas fueled the beast inside me, how they fed the hunger tugging at my restraint.I swallowed hard.I wish she'd stop crying. It only fuels whatever she thinks she's
FLASH FORWARDLUXURIA'S POVThe chill wind whipped through the stone archways of the Ash Mountain pack, filtering into the large chamber where I sat.The chilling wind was nothing compared to the icy dread in my heart.Outside, in the courtyard, the ceremony was prepared. Not a marriage ceremony, as my lineage demanded, but a mating ceremony.I would be the first in my lineage to be mated without a proper marriage ceremony.Tonight, was the night of the full moon.Tonight, I am to be joined, not to a man of my choosing. Not to the man I have always loved. Not even to the man close to my dream man. But to the beast who ruled the neighboring lands with an iron paw. The Alpha Of The North.I clutched the silver locket at my throat. A gift that had been given to me by the man I would do anything to spend the rest of her life with, the Beta of my pack, Beta Kahel. He was my secret lover. But fate was so cruel to have tore us apart.Kahel had vowed to challenge the Alpha of the North, Alpha
LUXURIA'S POV.The smell of dew made my eyes flutter open. I stirred lazily on whatever surface I was lying on.I blinked, disoriented, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the misty woods.Then, everything snapped into focus.I bolted upright, my breath catching in my throat as I took in my surroundings.My eyes darted around the misty woods before resting on the figure lying beside me - naked.My heart pounded wildly as fragments of the previous night came crashing back into my mind.Memories of the previous night came flooding my head. I gasped, pressing a trembling hand to my mouth as I realized what had happened. "Oh, Goddess. What did I do?" I whispered, my voice shaking as I stared at him - the monster lay peacefully beside me. The man I had feared, and yet...Is he really a monster?No. He lay there, still as death, but there was nothing monstrous about him now. His features were sharp, chiseled, and devastatingly handsome.His short, black hair fell over his
LUXURIA'S POVIt's been five days now, and I have been living a normal life... Or, so I had forced myself to believe.Although the memories of the monstrous Alpha kept plaguing me. His touch. His scent. His touch, his scent, the overwhelming intensity with which he made love to me—it all made my core quake with a terrifying mixture of dread and desire each time I think about it. Just like now.My center still ached sorely after my encounter with him. He wasn't exactly the kind I'd pick for a girl like me who was still a virgin.I had been using some herbs to help me heal, but I still felt sore. I could hardly walk properly.Even though the whole night was almost a blur, I still remember fragments of it.As I scrubbed the floor of the fortress for the second time today, a task my stepmother seemed to find endlessly amusing to assign me, I bit my bottom lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape at the mere memory of him.My stepmother had made sure I never had a moment of rest. I
ALPHA PARTHE'S POVI stared at the disturbing sight before me. That dimwit was standing close to my mate. The nerves. But I'd let it slide. I'll count it as ignorance on his part.If he had known whose possession he was in close proximity, he wouldn't have dared to stand even a breath close to her.I never expected to have a mate. I am thirty-one already, without a mate. Not that any sane woman would agree to be mated to me. Who would want to be mated to a death god?The idea of being mated to Luxuria didn't particularly thrill me. I have seen a lot of women. She doesn't come close to what I'd like to have, but that didn't change the fact that whatever is mine is mine. It doesn't matter what I think about it... Her.I had imagined what use she would be in my pack. The Wild Wolf pack wasn't known to have idle members. Even the women who have been gifted me by numerous Alphas who sought favor had their duties aside pleasing me.Luxuria is overly beautiful, and I can't deny that. And she