She was supposed to be an Alpha. Instead, they gifted her to a monster. ~~~ On the night of her wedding, Princess Lyric Vaelgor was betrayed by her own family and her groom. She was stripped of her birthright as the future Alpha of ShadowHowl Pack, an ambush orchestrated by her uncle and his daughter. But nothing cut deeper than seeing her groom—her childhood lover—in the arms of her cousin, who was also her best friend. In one night, she lost her crown, her pack, and her heart. She finds herself gifted to the demon prince, Calix Malzareth, heir to the Khra’gixx throne. A creature of nightmare. A warlord bathed in blood. A monster whose kind has hunted werewolves like her for centuries. Prince Calix doesn’t kill her. He claims her. His pet, he calls her—a humiliating title meant to remind her of her place. But Lyric refuses to break. If she’s going to survive living in Noctis Vhaelor, the home of those blood-sucking monsters, she’ll have to fight him every step of the way. Things get a lot more complicated when they realize they’re fated mates. Werewolves don’t mate with Khra’gixxes. Neither of them wants this bond. Neither of them can break it. And as whispers of rebellion grow and ancient secrets unravel, Lyric finds herself at the center of a war she never wanted—with a mate she cannot escape. Will they destroy each other first… or will they defy fate and rewrite the future of their kingdoms? CONTENT WARNING: This story isn’t soft. It delves into violence, war, captivity, emotional and physical abuse, and the kind of heartbreak that cuts deep. While this is a story of resilience, healing, and love amidst chaos, reader discretion is advised.
view more*** ~~CALIX MALZARETH~~ *** I watched Revka’s apprentices clean Lyric up in a makeshift tub. She didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. The bruises and bite marks covering her neck and chest were already fading, but the toll it took on her body wasn’t. I should’ve been weak, too. But instead, I felt... more alive than I had in decades. Magic surged in my blood, stretching through every vessel. Tai was purring somewhere in my mind, basking in the aftermath like a cat stretched in sunlight. So this was it. The mating high. The euphoria all the old ballads sang about. When poets wrote that no being could make a better choice than the gods themselves—this was what they meant. I never believed in it. Not really. Fated mates were rare. So rare that most thought it a myth. My father and my mother were fated and had been hopelessly in love with themselves—more than they ever loved their children, in my opinion. And somehow I understood it now. The pull
*** ~~LYRIC VAELGOR~~ *** I felt everything. The moment his fangs sank into my neck, it was as though the world shattered inside me. Pain. Heat. Need. My back arched off the stone table so hard I nearly threw him off me. But he held me down. His weight was crushing in the best way, pinning me, claiming me, moving inside me with maddening precision. Calix—or Tai—I couldn’t tell which one of them was more present now. Maybe both. Maybe neither. It didn’t matter. I was burning. My blood rushed to every limb, every nerve raw and alive. His bite wasn’t clean. It was feral. Messy. He wasn’t feeding with restraint. He was gorging. And gods, I liked it. A groan tore from deep within him, his hips jerking harder into mine, and I cried out as his cock hit some part of me that shouldn’t exist. The chanting around us was no longer background noise—it was inside me now, crawling through my bones like insects, a chorus of ancient words I didn’t understand but somehow still felt. My hands
“Yes,” I said, never looking away from Lyric. Revka began chanting. The other witches joined her, one after the other. The air thickened, growing darker with the gathering of shadow magic. “That song…” Lyric whispered. “I know it.” “You heard it from Tai,” I said, shrugging off my shirt and tossing it aside. “It’s the mating song.” Her eyes trailed over my runes, as they did on both occasions she saw me topless. Every one of those runes was earned over decades of bloodshed, pain, power. She always looked at them like she was reading a secret language only she could decode. When I dropped my pants, her gaze dropped too. And stayed there. Her lips parted, and I knew—if I didn’t start controlling myself, I’d shift before I got inside her. Tai’s voice was already echoing in my head. ‘I’ve waited too long for this. I’ll put a baby in her.’ ‘Tai,’ I warned. ‘Do your thing, Calix. Leave me be.’ “Prince Calix,” Revka said firmly. “Right now.” Lyric was on her back, knees raised,
*** ~~CALIX MALZARETH~~ *** Lyric spun to face me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “This is barbaric. Deranged. You’re asking me to lie naked on a table as though I’m about to be sacrificed and have sex? Right here? With witches singing in my ears?” I sighed in frustration. “Don’t you think you’re being too dramatic?” “Dramatic? Gods forbid I actually have reservations about being railed in front of an audience.” “It’s just sex. You have had sex before, haven’t you?” “Of course I have. This is not how it’s done. It’s intimate. It’s pleasant. It’s between people who love each other.” Revka let out a long, amused hum from where she stood. Of course she was enjoying this. The three other witches stood still, their faces not betraying any emotion. I wished—for once—that Lyric would shut up and behave like them. Just once. “Lyric,” I said, stepping toward her. “Get on the table.” She folded her arms. “No.” “Do it. Now.” “Or what? You’re going to use your princely command on me?”
I couldn’t tell how it happened, but as soon as Calix’s fangs grazed my neck, something inside me came awake. I tore myself free from the demon prince’s grip and dropped, falling to the ground fast. “Calix!” I called, seeing my life flashing before my eyes. He chased after me. I barely had time to scream again before he caught me, arms wrapping around my middle just seconds before I would have hit the ground. “You broke free,” he said. “How did you do that?” I’d never been more relieved to be in anyone’s arms as I was at that moment. His eyes were no longer glowing, which was another relief. “You were about to kill me,” I said. “What was I supposed to do?” “Werewolves don’t have magic. It’s not possible for you to break free from a shadow bond.” “I don’t know what happened, Calix. One moment I was scared, the other I was falling.” He didn’t say anything else, just beat his wings once, twice, and then we were rising again—slowly. He adjusted me back into that all-too-familiar
This had to be Prince Calix's first-ever attempt at humor—because there was no way, in this realm or the next, that I was sealing a mate bond with him. Not willingly. Not sober. Not without throwing myself into a pit first. “You want to mark me as your mate?” I asked. “Was I unclear?” “Werewolves have never mated with Khra'gixxes before—and for good reason. What comes next? I stay with you forever? I have your babies, if that’s even possible?” “Sealing a bond doesn’t mean we have to get married and reproduce.” “Oh, so I become your mistress?” “A lot of people would do anything to be in your position. Try to sound more excited. And no, we’ll only have sex one time to consummate the bond, or else it becomes invalid.” “I’m not doing it.” “You’d rather die feeding twelve men?” “I’m not doing that either.” “Pick a side, little wolf. Do you want to die or not? Because every time you speak, I feel less and less willing to help you.” So my choices were mate or die? “If you want t
"That's the first thing you ask me?” Prince Calix said, eyes narrowing on me. “You just found out you’re about to die, and that's the first thing you ask?" "What else should I say? I know my fate. I’ve accepted it. What I need to know is why you kissed me when you are promised to someone else." He stared at me like I’d grown two heads. "You're crazy. It will honestly be a relief to have you dead." I sprang up from the floor, facing him. "Of course,” I said. “You men are such cheating, heartbreaking monsters. You promise someone forever and then sleep with their cousin, putting a baby in them. You join forces with their backstabbing uncle to steal their throne from them. You gift them to a monster whose entire kingdom wants them dead.” My throat tightened, and my eyes burned. “Gods, he won. My uncle fucking won. He knew this would happen if you brought me here. I bet you’ll send my head back to him as a trophy. You were right after all. I’m weak. A crown princess outsmarted by
That didn't sound good. Was there another werewolf residing in Noctis Vhaelor, or did Zephira have me in mind when talking about a wolf's execution? One could only hope. “Where did you get that information, Zephira?” Calix asked, his voice lowering into an octave that made the room feel smaller. “I’m surprised you’re asking me. Aren’t you among the people who matter in this kingdom? You should have access to classified information.” "Cut the bullshit, Zephira. Spit it out. Who told you?" She crossed her arms. "You won’t even allow me to gloat. Fine. I met your lover, Syva Vocarnis, earlier today, and she seemed... gleeful. Naturally, whenever Syva is happy, it often involves you. So I was curious. I asked, and Syva’s reply was that you were rough with her last night, which she believes has something to do with the wolf. So she told her father that your pet had to die. You know Councilman Yai Vorcanis. He loves his daughter.” I was finding it a bit difficult to follow Zephira’s mo
*** ~~LYRIC VAELGOR~~ *** Was it really too much to ask for a single day of peace in this kingdom? It was one mistake. One tiny, impulsive decision to escape the four walls of my glorified prison cell called a bedroom for some fresh air and bloodshed. And yes—fine—maybe everything went downhill after that. But it wasn’t entirely my fault. If the demon prince had warned me that my blood was some sort of demon booster, maybe I’d have been more cautious when stabbing that trainee in the arena. Maybe. What was he so mad about anyway? I had expected him to be pissed, of course. He always was. Anger looked natural on him, like a second skin. But this? This level of wrath? The kind of rage that made his magic crackle, that made the walls tremble? That was new. And completely uncalled for. I didn't die. “Put me down,” I said. “I’ve done nothing wrong.” His grip loosened, to my surprise, letting me land on my feet. But he didn't release me. Those strong, rough hands lingered, holding
[[The Northern Kingdom of Velmira. Home of Wolf Shifters]]***~~PRINCESS LYRIC VAELGOR~~***The happiest day of my life was supposed to be my wedding day.Or so I thought.I was glowing with joy, counting down the minutes until I became Jorath Dainvale's wife—the Beta's son, my perfect match. I couldn't wait one more second, couldn't wait to stand before the world and vow myself to him forever.What I didn't know, however, was that I’d be walking into a trap, that I’d be betrayed by everyone I loved that day."Where are we going, Uncle?" I asked.My uncle, Alpha Tiberan Vaelgor, the Alpha Regent of our pack, was leading me away from the castle gates and into the woods. “To meet your groom, Lyric,” he replied."Do we have to walk this far? I'm tired, and these shoes are killing me.”"Be patient, Lyric. You'll be with him soon enough."I'd been awake since dawn, enduring hours of preparation—servants scrubbing my skin until it gleamed, arranging my hair with moonstone beads, paintin...
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