RORDEN'S POV."Rorden. It's happening. What do I do?" she cried out, her voice strained with terror as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, trying to hold the chaos at bay.The sight of her—the woman I had longed for, writhing in pain, her body betraying her, her eyes filled with anguish—ripped something deep inside me. For a brief moment, all I could do was watch, rooted in place by helplessness and fury. But then instinct kicked in, and I rushed to her, kneeling beside her fragile form as she trembled on the cold floor.I pulled her into my arms, cradling her as tightly as I could without hurting her more. "Shhh... you'll be fine. Stay still," I whispered, my voice low and soothing, but I could feel her convulsing, her muscles tight with agony. She was slipping further into the curse's grip, and no amount of soft words would be enough.Her skin was hot—too hot—and I could feel the unnatural heat pulsing through her veins as if a fire was coursing through her blood. My heart
LUXURIA.I woke up feeling better this morning. Rorden had been with me until very late into the night, ensuring I was doing fine before he left.I couldn't help but appreciate his efforts. I know it's been barely up to two weeks since we met, but I can't deny that he'd been more of the friend I never had. Of course, aside from Niksha. I still think about her every day. I missed her so much.Niksha had been the only friend I had in the Ash Mountain pack. If not for her and Kahel, I wouldn't have known what the warmth of friendship or love meant."Zendaya..." I called after the silence between us stretched for so long while I ate the meal she brought me.She insisted on staying with me until I was done eating. Typical Zendaya. "Why didn't you tell me?""Tell you what?" She asked, relieved that I finally spoke to her."That you are one of the Alpha's mistresses," I said, watching her expression.She shifted uncomfortably. "I... I didn't want you to... You know..." She swallowed a dry lu
LUXURIA.Before anyone could react, an arrow whistled through the air, coming from the thick underbrush. Time slowed. I saw the gleam of the arrowhead as it sliced through the fog, heading straight for me.My breath caught in my throat, and I froze, unable to move. The world around me went silent; every muscle in my body locked in fear. I couldn't scream, couldn't cry out—just watched helplessly as death flew toward me.In an instant, Urik was moving. He lunged toward my horse with the speed of lightning, pushing it down just in time for the arrow to narrowly fly past me. I fell harshly to the ground but didn't feel the impact. I was too terrified to feel pain right now.The sharp twang of the string still echoed behind me when it found its mark—not me, but one of the warriors behind me.The man let out a sharp cry before slumping over in his saddle, blood blooming from his chest.Chaos erupted."Protect Luxuria!" Tervan shouted at the top of his voice, and warriors shouted in respons
ALPHA PARTHE.I haven't been able to concentrate on anything since they left. I trusted Tervan to protect Luxuria, but I felt it wasn't enough. Maybe I should have gone with them.I only go for inspection once in a long while, but today, I wish I had broken my protocols and gone with them.I eagerly awaited their return, even though I kept having the nagging feeling that something wasn't right.Suddenly, from a distance, I heard a familiar voice yell with urgency, "Clear the way! Call the healers! Where is the Alpha!"No.It was Tervan.The moment I heard Tervan's voice, my heart—usually cold, unfeeling—lurched in my chest. I had been restless all day, but this…this was something more.Why were they back already?A deep fear coursed through me as the words registered in my mind.'Call the healers…Where is the Alpha?'Luxuria.Without thinking, I jolted off my seat, leaping to my feet, my pulse pounding in my ears as the scrolls I had been reviewing fell off my hands and scattered ever
ALPHA PARTHE.The healers have been able to bring her out of danger while they prepare for the actual procedure needed to ensure the poison stops spreading.I asked them to make sure the potion was the most potent they could ever make. They said it was possible but they needed my blood for it - that's how much power I possess.No one can begin to imagine all the things my blood could do.I had given them more than enough. If they needed more, I'd drain the entire blood in my veins just for her. I'd bleed myself dry if it meant saving her.The potion should be ready before dawn.The assistant head witch, Dalia, was seeing to it since Shikta had been nowhere to be found all day.I stood over Luxuria, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, my hands resting at my sides as if I could steady the world around her by my sheer will alone.Watching her pale body lay almost lifeless on my bed made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time - fear.The pale moonlight filtered through
ALPHA PARTHE.I jolted awake, gasping for breath, drenched in cold sweat. My heart pounded in my chest. I rubbed my face with trembling hands, struggling to shake off the nightmare, but it clung to me, suffocating me as always. The same guilt, the same horror.I gripped the edges of the stool, trying to ground myself in the present. My breaths were shallow, ragged, as if I'd run through the woods all over again.My muscles burned, and the bitter taste of bile clung to the back of my throat.I looked up, my gaze drawn to the bed where Luxuria lay. I saw the steady rise and fall of her chest, which reassured me that she was still breathing.But my heart clenched with a new kind of fear.The way Luxuria had started to make me feel scared me. It was a danger to her.I know she didn't love me yet. And at this point, I think she shouldn't.I was letting myself love and care for her, forgetting the danger I could be to the ones I love and care about.I had to make it stop.If I allowed her to
LUXURIA.My body didn't feel like mine. Every part of me ached, heavy and foreign, as if the weight of the world itself had collapsed onto my chest. I groaned softly, my eyelids fluttering open, barely able to adjust to the pale light filtering through the room. My vision blurred for a moment, and then slowly, shapes began to take form.Where was I?My breathing was shallow, each breath feeling like a burden. As the room came into focus, I recognized the familiar surroundings of my chamber.How did I end up here? What happened? I wondered.Then it hit me.The rogues. The chaos. The Blood.The sharp, ice-cold tendrils of fear wrapped around my chest as the memory surged back.I thought I was going to die. How was I alive?I tried to sit up, my mind swirling with a thousand questions, but my body betrayed me. Weakness clung to my limbs like chains, preventing me from even lifting a finger. I let out a frustrated breath, the sound more pitiful than I intended."You’re awake,” a voice sai
ALPHA PARTHE.I was eager to hear what Tervan had to say. I hadn't slept a wink all night. I put all my self-control to use. Otherwise, I'd have barged into Luxuria's chamber just to make sure she was fine.My wolf wasn't speaking to me anymore. He was pissed, but I hoped he understood that this was for the best."She is recovering well, Alpha," Tervan said when he sat on the seat across from me."And...?" I asked, hoping to hear more. There was nothing in particular I wanted to hear, but I just wished he had more to say."That's it. She is recovering. She was able to speak with us. Although she's still very weak, she'd live." He reported so casually, and it grated on my nerves."I expected a more detailed report, Tervan," I said, leaning back on my seat, my eyes closed and my left hand massaging my left temple.Tervan scoffed, "A more detailed report like how she stirred lazily before her eyes fluttered open? Or the entire conversation that had taken place?"He was pissed. I know. I
LUXURIA.TWELVE YEARS LATER.I jumped down from my horse, my warriors trailing behind me as I handed my sheath to Jaiya, my Beta."Take the day off, Jaiya. You need it," I said and smiled but didn't give her the chance to protest as usual.Between Jaiya and Niksha, I couldn't tell who was more stubborn than the other.Niksha, my best friend since girlhood, had insisted on joining my warriors the moment I took leadership. And I'd let her. After what I'd been through, it was clear—women needed to fight. To defend. To never be helpless again. I was living proof of that. So, I trained them myself.Since I became Alpha of the Ash Mountain pack after the death of Kahel – my mate handed the pack over to me, as it was one out of the numerous packs he had taken from the Alphas he killed in battle – I felt a better sense of responsibility, and I couldn't be more grateful for it. Like the world finally made sense. It felt like I had been born to lead."Luna! Welcome back," Rella called, jogging b
LUXURIA.It felt like a dream.No—not a dream. A fracture in reality. A soft, trembling pause in the fabric of the world where time stilled and all I could do was watch my curse being lifted.Tervan lay on the altar with no iota of fight in him. He didn't even as much as struggle when my curse began to sip into him.Kalaril was the one who also carried out my own extraction, speaking in the Old Tongue—the language of root and fire, of night and blood. His hands had moved over me and then over Tervan, forming sigils in the air that shimmered briefly before sinking like glowing brands into our skin."Luxuria of Ash Mountain," Kalaril intoned, standing before me with a staff carved from ashwood and bone. "Do you come freely?""I do," I had whispered."And you offer your curse to another?""Yes.""Then let the exchange begin."And then I felt the curse rising in me like a serpent uncoiling from bone and blood. Cold and ancient and furious. It didn't want to leave. It clawed at my ribs. Sc
ALPHA PARTHE.Tervan was forced to his knees before me, chains clinking around his wrists like the music of retribution.The crowd fell deathly silent, the atmosphere filled with anticipation.He dared not lift his head.The coward couldn't even meet my gaze.I took a slow step forward, the earth seeming to still beneath my feet. My voice curled out like the edge of a blade."Tervan… my beloved Beta," I sneered, each word I spoke dipped in venom. "Look at you."I circled him, taking in the gaunt hollows of his cheeks, the grime clinging to his skin, and the tattered remains of the arrogance he used to wear like a crown."You look… ruined." I crouched before him, my face just inches from his. "What happened, old friend? Where did all that fire go? What went wrong?"I reached out, my fingers brushing his bruised cheek with mockery. He flinched and turned his face away."Ah," I breathed, a dark smile tugging at my lips. "That's right. You only know how to face someone when they're unarme
ALPHA PARTHE."How do you feel?" I asked my wolf, but he was too weak to reply.We had been bound to the beast for so long that, in many ways, we had become one. And now, with that darkness torn from us, the absence felt unsettling.I exhaled slowly, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. I felt uncharacteristically weak. My limbs were heavier than I had ever known them to be, my mind sluggish, but I couldn't linger in weakness. I had to see this through. Luxuria's ritual was meant to happen immediately.There was no time. Mine had taken up to half an hour.I raised my hand to stop the cheering crowd."Bring him," I said to Urik who stood beside me and he bowed slightly before walking toward the dungeon.I watched him go, a strange emotion settling in my chest.I'd been thinking of ways to thank him but none seemed enough to show how thankful I truly am to have him by my side.Apart from Luxuria, Urik was the one person I doubted a lot for years. I always picked Tervan's side ov
ALPHA PARTHE."Let's begin," Kalaril said before leading the way to the large chamber that had been prepared for the rituals.The chamber was a vast, dimly lit expanse with air so thick with the scent of burning herbs and potent ancient power.The witches stood in a circle, their dark robes pooling around them like ink seeping into the floor. They hummed low chants that resonated through the chamber, carrying a tide of old magic.Kalaril stood in the middle of the circle, and for the first time since I had known him, he looked entirely in his element—an AshBlood wizard in his full, terrifying glory.The crowd waited outside.They weren't meant to witness what was about to happen. This moment belonged to the witches, to Kalaril, to Luxuria, to Sibile—and to me.Sibile lay on the cold altar, barely breathing, her face waxy and drenched in sweat. The gaping wound on her neck had turned an ugly shade, the blood flowing sluggishly. Her body was losing its battle against time.Too much time
LUXURIA.I ran breathlessly into our chamber and couldn't hold back the torrent of emotions threatening to consume me.He was still the same selfish man I had known. The same ruthless creature who saw lives as mere tools for his own survival.Why should I trust all he had said to me earlier? He only thinks about himself and no one else.I clawed at my arms as if trying to hold myself together, but the anger, the grief, and the sheer disbelief were too much.How could he even consider this?Why would he even think of using the poor girl for this purpose?Sibile had lived her entire life running, fighting to survive, and carrying a burden she never asked for. And now, at the very end, she was to be nothing more than a sacrifice?A broken sob burned my throat, but I forced it down. My hands trembled as I wiped at the tears that streaked my cheeks, furious at myself for even shedding them.Then the door creaked open behind me.I stiffened, knowing exactly who it was before I even turned.
LUXURIA.I woke up feeling better than I felt when I regained consciousness yesterday.I had woken to warmth. A steady, familiar heat pressed against my back, the feel of a strong arm draped over my waist, holding me close. The scent of cinnamon and musk surrounded me—Parthe.For a moment, I simply breathed him in, relishing the security of his embrace. It felt surreal, almost fragile, as if one wrong move would shatter the moment like delicate glass. But this was real. He was real.A soft clatter had drawn my attention to the bedside table. A tray of steaming food awaited me, the rich aroma wafting through the air. My stomach twisted with the overwhelming realization of how much had changed within the last few hours.I was here. Safe.But not everyone had been so fortunate.My heart ached for Rorden, I must say... The good side of Rorden.He was my friend and confidant at one of the most crucial points in my life. And I couldn't take that for granted.A single tear slipped down my ch
LUXURIA.The world felt unsteady. My head was light, my body weightless, as though I were drifting between reality and something far less tangible.My eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust to the soft glow of the room. Everything around me was familiar—the scent of embers and musk, the dark tapestries, the heavy warmth of the space.Parthe's chamber.Our chamber.A tremor ran through my chest. I was home.And if the figure sitting in front of me was truly who I thought he was…My throat tightened, my vision blurring as I stared at him.My heart leaped, but not out of fear. I was finally safe. Away from Rorden. Because, if this was truly Parthe sitting in front of me, it meant one thing – He had saved me from Rorden.I couldn't remember anything about how I ended up in Parthe's pack or chamber, but I was grateful I did."Luxuria..." Parthe called in that voice I had been longing to hear for so long now.It seemed like a dream to me.A sob slipped past my lips. My chest ached with t
ALPHA PARTHE.I stood over her, afraid to breathe. Afraid to even move.Luxuria lay motionless on the bed, her body so still that for a terrifying moment, I thought I had already lost her. The weak rise and fall of her chest was the only thing tethering her to this world.It felt as though the air had been sucked from the room. As if the gods themselves were holding their breath, waiting for me to break.It seemed like the life she was holding onto would slip away if I even as much as shifted.Gods. How did I ever let myself be this blinded by the ones around me?The people I had called my confidants—the ones I had believed would never betray me—had been the very ones who tormented her. And I had let them.I had believed their lies over the truth that was in front of me.I had doubted her every single time.And now, she was caught in some silent battle between life and death while I could do nothing but watch.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palm.Fuck.I didn't deserve L