~OtsanaThe small maid quarters felt colder than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, clutching my knees to my chest, tears streaming down my face. Noah’s words echoed in my mind, each one a blade slicing through my heart. He had left . The mate bond we shared felt like a curse, chaining me to someone who could tear me apart so effortlessly.A soft knock on the door broke my thoughts. Before I could answer, Kate and a few of the other maids bustled in, chatting animatedly.“Did you hear?” one of them began, her voice filled with excitement. “Otsana’s mated to the Lycan King, Noah!”Kate’s face lit up. “Is it true? Are you really mated to him, Otsana?”The other maids chimed in, their voices overlapping with congratulations and hushed awe. But then, they noticed me. Kate’s smile faltered as her eyes fell on the tears staining my cheeks.“Oh, Otsana,” Kate whispered, rushing to sit beside me. “I’m so sorry. We heard… we heard about what happened to Ralph.”The others murmured their agre
~RalphThe morning came too quickly, dragging with it the weight of what was to come. My eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the pale light filtering through the curtains. The warmth pressed against my chest made me hesitate to move. Otsana was still asleep, her head resting on me, her breath soft and steady. Her hair spilled over my skin, and the faint scent of her comforted me in ways I hadn’t realized I needed.I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face. For a moment, I let myself forget the battle waiting outside these walls, focusing instead on the peaceful look on her face. It wouldn’t last long. A loud noise shattered the silence—voices, heavy footsteps, and the distinct clang of weapons. The sound pulled me from the moment, and Otsana stirred, mumbling something incoherent as her brow furrowed. A sharp knock on the door followed, jarring us both fully awake."Who is it?" I called out, my voice gruff with sleep."It’s Callan, Alpha," came the reply, firm and steady."C
~OtsanaThe morning sun slanted through the tall, narrow window, casting thin rays across the ornate room Ralph had given me. It was beautiful, too beautiful, with its rich mahogany furniture and soft, cream-colored drapes that fluttered gently with the breeze. A large bed sat at the center of the room, covered with white linens and dark-blue pillows that matched the carpet. I had never had a space so grand, so... regal. But now, it felt more like a prison.I paced the length of the room, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Every few steps, I would pause to peek through the window, straining to see what was happening in the clearing below. The roar of voices and the clash of weapons reached my ears, even from this distance. A chill settled in my chest when I saw Ralph, limping as he fought off a group of Grayson’s men. I sucked in a sharp breath. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the window, willing my mind to slow, to stop spiraling with thoughts of what c
~OtsanaThe sound of shouts and the heavy stomping of boots made my blood run cold. Adrenaline surged through me as I searched for an opening, a way out of this madness. The rogues were closing in, and I knew I needed to move. I pivoted, eyes scanning for an escape route. The window was my best chance, but the rogues were already surrounding me, blocking my every move.“Move, Otsana!” I whispered desperately to myself, but before I could take a step, one of the rogues lunged forward, grabbing my arm and spinning me around. I stumbled, landing hard on the floor, the impact knocking the air out of me. “Got her!” one of them shouted, the edge of his voice sharp with victory.“Take her,” another rogue sneered, the smell of sweat and dirt mingling with the foul scent of blood. I tried to scramble to my feet, but the sharp pain in my side left me gasping. They were too strong, too many. As they pulled me up, I overheard their whispered conversation, low enough that they thought I couldn’t
~RalphThe battlefield was a nightmare. I could barely lift my paws as I limped through the carnage, my wolf form drenched in the blood of both my enemies and my fallen pack. My flank ached with a burning pain where a blade had slashed me earlier. The stench of death and smoke filled my nostrils, and I staggered over the lifeless bodies of men I had fought beside for years. My warriors. My brothers. They were gone. I turned in circles, scanning the ground around me, my chest heaving with exhaustion and anger. Everywhere I looked, my men lay lifeless, their eyes staring blankly at the darkened sky. My pack, my family, reduced to nothing but corpses scattered across the battlefield.A guttural roar escaped my throat. I howled into the night sky, the sound raw and broken, echoing my despair. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. How had we lost? How had I let it come to this? My claws dug into the blood-soaked dirt, my vision swimming with rage and sorrow. My ears twitched at the so
~OtsanaI stirred awake, the cold floor beneath me unforgiving against my skin. My body ached from the restraints, the ropes digging into my wrists and ankles. The room was damp and smelled of mildew, and the faint light filtering through a crack in the door was my only source of hope.A loud clatter startled me, and my head shot up. The door creaked open, and someone tossed a metal plate onto the floor. The food on it was meager—stale bread and a small piece of cheese—but my stomach growled at the sight of it. “Please…” I croaked, my voice hoarse from lack of water and crying. “Please, let me go.” The figure in the doorway didn’t respond immediately. I could barely make out his features, but his silhouette was imposing, his posture rigid. Finally, he stepped forward, his boots echoing against the stone floor. “Shut up,” he snapped, his tone cold and devoid of any empathy. “You don’t even know what’s coming for you yet. That’s why you’re still talking.” My heart skipped a beat
~RalphI sat slumped in my chambers, the faint light of the setting sun filtering through the curtains. A half-empty glass of water sat on the bedside table next to a plate of untouched food. It had been a day since the battle, and I had not moved from this room. The weight of shame and failure pinned me to the chair. The maids had tried to coax me out, but I had sent them all away. I didn't deserve to be tended to.Boris, my wolf, growled softly in my mind. “This is pathetic, Ralph. Get up. You can’t just sit here and waste away.”“Leave me alone,” I muttered aloud. My voice sounded hoarse, foreign even to me.“Leave you alone?” Boris scoffed. “You think wallowing in self-pity will change anything? You have responsibilities. People who depend on you.”“They’re dead because of me,” I snapped, my voice cracking. “How can I face them when I led them to their deaths? How can I face her, Otsana whom I love so much, but have disappointed?”Boris fell silent for a moment, his presence a sim
~RalphThe following morning arrived far too quickly. The sun’s golden rays filtered through the curtains, but they brought no warmth to me. My body felt like a battlefield, aching and bruised from the war I’d fought days before. Yet today, my battle was personal, and I knew I had to face it alone.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the boots I’d discarded the night before. Slowly, I reached for them, my movements stiff and deliberate. Pain shot through my side as I bent down, but I gritted my teeth and forced myself to pull the boots on, one at a time. The leather felt heavier than usual, like the weight of my burdens had seeped into them.As I laced them tightly, my mind raced. I couldn’t afford to involve my warriors, or even Callan, in this fight. Too many lives had already been lost because of me. Too many families were mourning their loved ones while I sat here, broken but alive. This fight with Noah? It was mine, and mine alone.Standing, I shrugged on my jacket, the fabri
~OtsanaTWO YEARS LATERThe sound of laughter echoed through the large packhouse as my twin boys darted past me, their tiny legs carrying them with surprising speed. They had inherited Ralph’s boundless energy and my mischievous spirit, a combination that kept the entire house on its toes. I leaned against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched Ralph chase after them, his deep laughter filling the space.“Gotcha!” Ralph exclaimed, scooping one of the boys up in his arms while the other giggled and tried to hide behind the couch. “Daddy’s too slow!” shouted Liam, the braver of the two, sticking his tongue out before Ralph mock-growled and lunged for him, sending him into fits of laughter.Life had changed so much in these past two years. Ralph’s curse had been broken the moment he marked me as his mate. The dark cloud that had once loomed over him dissipated, leaving behind a man who was capable of love, laughter, and boundless devotion. Together, we rebuilt what
~RalphThe hospital room was too quiet, save for the faint hum of the machines monitoring Otsana. My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest as I paced the length of the room. We needed to leave before Noah arrived. Every second wasted was a chance for him to track us down. I turned to Otsana, her pale face pulling at something deep inside me. “Come on, Otsana,” I said gently, touching her shoulder. “We need to go now.” She blinked at me, clearly exhausted, but she nodded weakly. I helped her sit up, her body frail and unsteady. She was strong—too strong—but even she couldn’t fight against the poison wreaking havoc inside her. “Ralph, hurry up!” Jasper hissed from the doorway, his eyes darting down the hallway. “We don’t have time for this!” I ignored him, focusing on Otsana. Her breathing was shallow, and just as I was about to help her stand, her body jerked violently. “Otsana?” I froze, watching in horror as she started convulsing. Her head snapped back, her
~NoahThe trembling maid stood before me, her knees almost buckling under the weight of her guilt. She couldn’t even meet my gaze. "Who sent you to poison Otsana?" I asked again, my voice as sharp and cold as a blade. Her lips quivered. “It… it was Dara, your betrothed.” I froze. Time seemed to stop as her words sank in. Dara. That manipulative, power-hungry witch. My fists clenched so hard I thought my knuckles would crack. "Dara?" I repeated, my tone low, dangerous. "Y-Yes, my lord," the maid stammered. "She... she paid me to do it." I cursed under my breath, anger flooding my veins. My vision blurred with red for a moment, and it took every ounce of restraint not to lash out. That woman… she dared to attack Otsana, my queen-to-be? The maid’s trembling grew worse, tears streaming down her face as if she knew her confession had just sealed her fate. I turned to one of my guards and made a subtle hand gesture. "Take care of her." The maid’s eyes widened in horror. “N
~RalphThe guesthouse was quiet, eerily so, as Jasper and I crept through the shadows. The soft rustle of leaves from the open windows barely masked the pounding of my heart. Every corner we turned seemed to be occupied by Noah’s guards. Their positioning was methodical, almost suffocating, as if they anticipated our every move.Jasper nudged my arm, his expression grim. "We can’t keep skulking around here. How are we supposed to get out with all these guys loitering like statues?"I shook my head, my mind racing. "We need to find a way out without alerting them. I already called Otsana… but she’s not answering her phone." I clenched my fists, the thought of her in danger fueling my frustration."You called her again?" Jasper whispered, his tone skeptical."Three times," I replied, my voice low but laced with tension. "No answer."Jasper frowned. "You think Noah’s got her locked away? That bastard would pull something like that."I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my emotions in check.
~OtsanaI woke to a piercing light stabbing through my eyelids. Groaning, I turned my head away, the sudden brightness making my head pound. Where was I? My body felt heavy, like I’d been weighed down by sandbags. My fingers twitched as I tried to push myself upright, but a wave of dizziness forced me back onto the soft mattress beneath me. I blinked several times, my vision slowly adjusting. White walls. The sterile smell of disinfectant. Machines softly beeping in the background. A hospital. My mind scrambled to piece together how I got here. “Otsana?” The familiar voice pulled me from my haze. I turned my head and saw Jessica sitting beside me, her face pale, her eyes rimmed red as though she’d been crying. “You’re awake,” she said softly, relief flooding her features. “You scared us, you know that?” I blinked at her, trying to make sense of her words. Scared? Why would she be scared? Then, like a dam breaking, fragments of last night rushed back to me. The dinner. The fo
~RalphSitting in the SUV parked a short distance from Noah’s mansion, I adjusted my seat for the fifth time. My nerves were on edge, but I kept my face calm. Outside, the night was dark and quiet, except for the faint hum of crickets. My men were silent, their eyes fixed on the mansion as if staring hard enough would give us a way in. Jasper, sitting in the driver’s seat, broke the silence. “So, Ralph,” he began, turning his head slightly to glance at me, “congratulations on the baby.” I froze for a moment, caught off guard. My throat felt dry, but I managed a shy, “Thank you.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “The mighty Alpha Ralph, my little brother, speechless. Never thought I’d see the day.” I gave him a small smile, staring out the window. “I saw it in my dreams,” I admitted quietly, almost to myself. “Otsana… she’s the only woman who could give me a child. I knew it would happen. I just didn’t know when.” Jasper grinned, leaning back. “Well, the Moon Goddess cle
~OtsanaA knock startled me. I froze in place, staring at the door, every nerve in my body on edge. Noah wouldn’t knock again. He’d been here moments ago, and he had no reason to knock again. If it were him, he would have burst in like he owned the place—because, in his mind, he did. Another knock came, softer this time. Could it…Could it be Jessica? My breath caught in my throat, and I rushed to the door. If it was her, there was no time to waste. My heart thudded as I cracked it open cautiously. Relief washed over me like a wave. It was her. She slipped into the room quickly, her movements sharp and hurried. “Close the door. Now,” she whispered, her voice low but firm. I slammed it shut and locked it this time, double-checking to make sure it was secure. Turning to her, I saw her sharp gaze sweep over me, taking in my tense posture and trembling hands. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone softening. “Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” I exhaled shakily, tryi
~Otsana“Pick up, Ralph,” I whispered, biting my lip anxiously. When the call abruptly ended, my chest tightened, panic clawing at me. Jessica’s eyes darted to me. “Did he pick up?” I shook my head, my voice shaky. “He ended the call.” Jessica’s brows knitted together. “Try again.” With shaky hands, I redialed his number. This time, the phone didn’t even ring. Instead, a robotic voice informed me, ‘The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.’ My stomach sank. “No, no, no,” I muttered, my voice cracking. I turned to Jessica, my eyes wide with fear. “His phone’s off. What should we do now?” Jessica exhaled sharply, placing her hands on her hips. “Calm down, Otsana. Panicking won’t help.” I couldn’t calm down, not with my thoughts spiraling into every worst-case scenario imaginable. “What if Noah forced an abortion on me? What if Ralph doesn’t know what’s happening here? Jessica, what if—” “Stop,” she said firmly, grabbing my shoulders. “We’ll figure thi
~RalphThe car sped down the dark road, the headlights slicing through the night like twin swords. Jasper sat beside me, his hands resting casually on his lap, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the horizon. Behind us, two more vehicles followed, packed with my guards. The silence in the car was thick, broken only by the occasional hum of the engine. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles whitening. The thought of Noah’s smug face flashed in my mind, and my grip tightened further. I swear, if he so much as touched her— "Ralph," Jasper said, breaking my thoughts. "You're gonna crack the steering wheel in half if you keep doing that." I let out a heavy sigh and loosened my grip, though my mind remained restless. “Jasper,” I began, my voice low, “what do you think Grayson’s up to?” Jasper turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “Grayson? What about him?” I shrugged, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. “His silence. It’s unnatural. The man doesn’t know how to stay quiet. It feel