She swallowed, following Cain through the gate. “Is this really just about the marriage alliance? Or is there something else?”
Cain didn’t look at her, his voice gruff. “You think you’re special? This is about survival. The pack needs to secure its future, and you’re nothing but the key. Nothing more, nothing less.... And for the question you asked, the council will answer to that” Irwin clenched her fists at her sides. “Doesn’t it bother you? Like Marrying someone off like this--- just for power?” Irwin Stuttered. Cain's laughter was cold, humorless. “Bother me? Why would it? That’s the way of the world, Lady Irwin. Power comes before everything. Even love.” Cain hissed. They walked in silence for a while, the dark compound looming ahead of them. The massive stone walls of the Shadowclaw fortress seemed to press in on her, suffocating. She could feel eyes on her. Packs of wolves in the shadows, watching and judging. “Do they all hate me, that much?” Irwin asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Cain's reply came without hesitation. “Yes and what were you thinking before.” The bluntness of it stung more than she expected. “ Is it Because I’m a hybrid?” “That, and because you’re an outsider too,” Cain said, his eyes scanning the path ahead. “You don’t belong here. And You will never belong here.” Irwin swallowed hard. “And you? Do you think I belong here?” Cain stopped walking, turning to face her. His eyes were so cold, and unreadable. “You must be joking to ask me such question..... Just know that You’re here, and that’s all there is to it, lady. But if you think you’re going to fit in....” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper and in disgust. “....you’re fooling yourself.” Irwin felt bad on the response Cain gave her. This is rude! Immediately, They reached the entrance to the council hall, where the pack’s most powerful wolves waited inside patiently. Irwin's stomach whirled in discomfort and twisted into knots too.Cain shoved the door open, the heavy wood groaning as it swung inward.
Inside are where five figures sat in a semi-circle around a large wooden table.Their eyes all turned to Irwin, very assessing and calculating. The council, The true power behind the Shadowclaw pack.
The woman at the center, Lady Gwen, was the first to speak. “You’re the said one who’s going to marry into our pack?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. Irwin forced herself to meet Gwen’s gaze. “Yes, I am.” Gwen tilted her head slightly. “And why do you think you were the chosen one, hybrid?” The question hung in the air, and heavy with judgment. Irwin’s pulse quickened, with her heart racing, but she refused to let her fear show. “I don’t know” she replied. “Maybe you can tell me please?” Gwen’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “ That was Bold. I suppose that’s a start.” She glanced at the others seated around her. “But boldness won’t be enough to survive here, lady.”“Is survival the only thing that matters to you?” Irwin shot back but in a calm voice.
Gwen raised an eyebrow. “In this world, Lady Yes.” Gwen cursed under her breath " A hybrid with lot's of nerves" rolled her eyes away.
And Another elder, a man with graying hair and a scar that ran down his face, leaned forward. “Do you think you can survive among us, girl?”
“I’ve survived worse,” Irwin replied, her voice steady.
The man chuckled darkly. “Is that right? What makes you think you can handle the pack’s politics? You’ve lived on the outside your whole life, lady Irwin.”
“And That’s exactly why I can handle it,” Irwin answered. “I know what it felt like to be rejected so many times, to fight for every inch of respect. And I’ve been doing it my entire life.”
The council exchanged glances. Irwin could feel their scrutiny, their skepticism. But there was something else there. The Curiosity.
Cain stood silently at Irwin's side, his arms crossed over his broad chest, watching the exchange Irwin was having with the council. Irwin could sense he was waiting for something. A signal, maybe. Or an order.
“What about loyalty?” Gwen asked suddenly. “Do you understand what loyalty means, hybrid? Or do you think you can betray us the moment it benefits you?”
Irwin stiffened at the accusation. “I understand loyalty. I don’t have anyone else to be loyal to.”
Gwen’s eyes narrowed. “No one else? What about the human side of you? Do you think they’ll just disappear?”
“They already have,” Irwin answered quietly but with a straight face.
The room fell silent. The tension palpable. Irwin knew she was being tested. Every word, every movement was being scrutinized. And one wrong step could mean her downfall.
As the conversation continued, Irwin began to notice the subtle glances exchanged between the council members and the unspoken words that passed between them. Something was definitely going on here. Something she wasn’t being told.
“Why do I feel like there’s something more to this?” she asked, her voice low but firm. “Why does it feel like I’m being tested for something beyond just a marriage?”
Cain shifted beside her, but the council remained silent.
Gwen smiled, but it was a cold, calculating smile. “You’re perceptive. And That’s good. You’ll need that skill if you want to survive here.”
Irwin’s heart raced. “Survive what, exactly please?”
The scarred elder leaned back in his chair, his eyes glinting with something that looked almost like amusement. “You really think this is just about a marriage alliance ,hybrid?”
Irwin felt a chill run down her spine. “Isn’t it?”
Gwen shook her head. “The marriage is only part of it. The real question is… what else are you willing to do for this pack? What else?”
Irwin’s mouth went dry. “What else is there?”
Gwen’s smile widened. “That’s something you’ll learn soon enough. But let’s just say… loyalty will be tested. And not just to the Alpha.”
Irwin glanced at Cain, tears wanting to flow down her cheeks but she couldn't let that out. Cain remained stone faced, giving nothing away. “What aren’t you shadowclaw pack telling me?”
“ lady we have nothing to talk about” Cain muttered under his breath.
“What happens if I fail your tests?” Irwin asked finally, her voice edged with frustration.
Gwen’s gaze turned cold. “Then you’ll die, hybrid. And I can't wait enough to do it by myself”
The words sent a shiver down Irwin’s spine. She glanced again at Cain, who still said nothing, his face unreadable.
“What about you?” Irwin asked, her eyes fixed on him. “Why are you here? Just to make sure I don’t run?”
Cain’s eyes flicked to hers, and for a moment, something flickered there, something she couldn’t place. But then it was gone, replaced by the cold, hard exterior he always wore.
“I’m here to make sure you live long enough to fulfill your purpose,” he said finally.
Irwin’s pulse quickened. “And what exactly is that purpose?”
Cain didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving Irwin standing alone in the center of the council’s scrutiny.
“ What Is really happening?” She thoughts within herself.
“Move along,” barked the guard behind her. She was a little bit frightened off because she thought the council are never done with her. The guards voice was sharp, his nudge just as harsh. Irwin stumbled forward, catching her footing as they passed through the towering iron gates of the Shadowclaw stronghold. Her heart raced, each beat heavy with dread. She knew she was walking straight into the den of wolves. The eyes of the pack members followed her every step, glaring, and unwelcoming. She could feel their disdain burning into her." The hybrid", they whispered. "The outsider. ""The one chosen to marry Alpha Dorian." The whispers continues.They moved deeper into the stronghold, the path winding toward the main hall. The stone walls loomed high above her, casting long shadows that seemed to close in on her. She could feel the weight of it all. The stares. The whispers again continued. The sheer hostility. “Is that her?”“I don’t like this one bit.”“She’ll bring trouble.”Irwi
The sharp knock on the door startled Irwin from her fitful sleep. She blinked against the early morning light filtering through the small window, her heart thudding in her chest. Her mind had been consumed by the thoughts of the impending ceremony all night. The uncertainty. The fear. It all swirled in her head like a storm she couldn’t escape.“Lady Irwin,” a deep voice called from outside the door. “It’s time.”The words hit her like a punch to the gut. "It’s time." The ceremony. The binding. The event that would tie her fate to Dorian, the man who barely spared her a glance, and the pack that already resented her presence.Irwin sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her. There was no avoiding it now. She had no choice.The door creaked open, and two guards stepped inside, their faces as impassive as ever. Behind them, two servants entered, bowing slightly before speaking."Lady Irwin, we’re here to help you prepare," one of the se
Irwin gasped softly, her whole body jolting as a surge of energy shot through her. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand. It was like a wildfire spreading through her veins, intense and overwhelming.Dorian’s eyes widened too, just for a moment, but he quickly masked his surprise. His grip on her hand remained firm, but his expression didn’t change.He felt it too, Irwin realized. There was no denying it."What... what was that?" she whispered, her voice shaking." You better, Stay calm," Dorian muttered through gritted teeth, his voice low enough that only she could hear."I can’t," she whispered back, her heart racing. "You felt it too, didn’t you?"Dorian’s grip tightened slightly, as he rolled his eyes away from her. "Don’t make a scene, Irwin."Irwin’s head spun. She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to demand answers to, but now wasn’t the time. She could feel the eyes of the pack on them, watching, and judging. Dorian was right, s
The guards entered then, formal and stiff as they addressed Dorian. “Alpha, shall we escort Lady Irwin now?”Dorian didn’t even glance her way. “Yes. Take her to my chambers.”The guards moved toward Irwin, but she stepped back, her voice rising in protest. “I can walk on my own.”One of the guards, a younger man with kind eyes, hesitated before nodding. “As you wish, Lady Irwin.”Dorian turned away from her, dismissing her like she was nothing more than an afterthought. “Make sure she stays there,” he commanded once more.Irwin’s blood boiled. "How dare he treat me like this?"As she followed the guards out of the hall, she shot one last look at Dorian. “You may not care about this now, but one day, you’ll regret it.”Dorian didn’t respond. He kept his back to her, his posture rigid, as if her words had no effect. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the tears fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction." The mistake you made is accepting the offer given to you by the council...
Irwin gasped, her hands flying to his wrist as she struggled to breathe. "Dorian... stop," she whispered, barely able to force the words out.Dorian's eyes blazed with a fierce, predatory glow as his wolf form continued to take over. Irwin struggled to breathe, her fingers clawing weakly at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. She could feel the sheer strength in his grip, the power of the beast beneath his human skin."Please," she managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go.""Please," Irwin managed to croak, her voice barely audible. "Let me go, Dorian"Dorian’s eyes burned with fury as he stared at her, but there was something else beneath the anger. As her pleading eyes met his, he felt a strange pull toward her, something he didn’t want to acknowledge. Her desperation stirred something within him, confusing him, but not enough to make him relent. His grip on her, though slightly loosened, still kept her pinned to the wall.He leaned forward, his face inches
Irwin was jolted awake by a loud slam on her door. She had fallen into a restless sleep, haunted by the thoughts of everything that had transpired between her and Dorian the night before. The knocking had apparently been going on for some time, but she had been too lost in her troubled dreams to notice. Another knock followed, this time louder, and she groaned, pulling herself up from the bed.“Lady Irwin?” A servant's voice called from outside.“I’m awake,” Irwin muttered, her voice groggy. “Give me a moment.”After she quickly washed her face and tried to collect her thoughts, the door creaked open, and two servants entered. They quietly went about helping her get ready for the day, assisting her with bathing and dressing. The silence in the room felt thick, almost uncomfortable. It was clear none of them wanted to speak to her.As the servants fastened the ties on her gown, one of them finally broke the silence. “You’ll be expected in the dining hall shortly, my lady.”Irwin nodde
The flicker of the fire cast long, shifting shadows across the stone walls of the hall. Alpha Valen stood at the far end, his piercing eyes fixed on the doorway. His patience was wearing thin, and his mood was very like the storm brewing outside the dark, very restless, and ready to break at any moment. Finally, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in. Valen’s expression tightened, his voice dripping with impatience as he hissed, “What took you so long?”The woman who entered barely flinched at his tone. Her form shimmered for a brief second, the image of Gwen, a high profile elders from shadowclaw , fading like a mirage. In her place stood Vendetta, the powerful witch who had been working in the shadows for him for years.A woman that wore so many faces. Her transformation was fluid, effortless, a testament to the dark magic she wielded with such mastery. Smirking, Vendetta approached Valen, her lips grazing the back of his hand as she bent down. “They wouldn’t let me leave
A scream echoed through the cold, damp air of the underground chamber beneath Alpha Valen’s mansion. The walls seemed to shiver with the sound, the agony piercing through the stillness like a blade. Gwen, the proud councilwoman from Shadowclaw, was bound to a chair, her face twisted in pain and defiance.From the shadows, a figure emerged—Vendetta, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Gwen’s breath hitched, but her defiance didn’t waver. As Vendetta stepped closer, Gwen spat at her feet, her voice hoarse but filled with fire. “The Shadowclaw pack will come for you,” she growled. “For all of you.”Vendetta’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she circled Gwen like a predator toying with its prey. “Will they now? I wouldn’t hold your breath,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “By the time they figure out where you are, you’ll be long gone.”Gwen’s eyes blazed with fury. “You don’t scare me, witch,” she spat, her voice filled with hatred. “You think hiding in the d
"I thought if I pushed you hard enough, you’d leave," Dorian admitted quietly, the truth slipping out as if he hadn’t intended to reveal it. His gaze was distant, fixed on a point somewhere past her, as though looking at her would make it harder to continue. "Maybe you’d reject the bond yourself."His words hung heavily in the room, their meaning sinking into the space between them. Irwin felt a familiar ache stir in her chest, the old hurt of his rejection rising to the surface again. She had known, deep down, that Dorian had been trying to push her away, but hearing him admit it out loud was something else entirely.Irwin raised an eyebrow, masking the swirl of emotions inside her with a calm expression. "Oh....Well, you nearly got your wish."Dorian’s eyes flicked to hers at that, something unreadable passing over his face. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but then seemed to think better of it, his lips pressing into a thin line. The silence stretched on, heavy and uncomfortab
Dorian’s room felt colder as his words hung in the air. His gaze was distant, locked in memories that Irwin had never been part of, a time before they were bound together by fate. The weight of his confession pressed on her chest like a stone, making it hard to breathe."I was scared when I became the leader of the Shadowclaw pack." Dorian’s voice was low, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "I grew up believing I had to be stronger than my father, tougher than any of my ancestors. Failure wasn’t an option."He paused, his eyes flickering toward her for the briefest moment before he looked away again. "None of the she-wolves who pursued me ever caught my interest. Not because they weren’t strong. They were. Many of them were fierce, capable, everything you’d expect from a mate of the Alpha. But I couldn’t choose any of them." Irwin’s hands tightened on the armrests of her chair, her heart thudding in her chest as she listened. She had heard stories about Dorian’s many suitors,
The room was filled with a strange silence as Irwin stepped inside, her footsteps barely making a sound against the thick rug beneath her. The warmth of Dorian's room enveloped her, and she hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. It was a space so personal, so distinctly his, yet here she was, invited but still feeling like an outsider. Irwin quietly made her way to a chair set against the far side of the room. She sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she watched Dorian, waiting for some indication of what he wanted. There was an air of uncertainty between them, a tension that had yet to unravel, and Irwin couldn’t help but wonder what this night would bring.Dorian, however, didn’t look at her. He moved to the window, gazing out into the darkness beyond, the light from the moon casting soft shadows across his face. For a long moment, he stood there, his back to her, and the silence stretched on.Irwin shifted in her seat, her curiosity piqued. This wasn’t like him, to be
The night was very calm with no sound of the guards or the servants, but the tension in the air was palpable, a delicate balance between what was happening and what neither of them could admit. Irwin’s footsteps slowed as they neared her room. Her body, though physically tired, felt a strange kind of alertness. The mouth of Dorian was still fresh on her mouth, and the weight of Dorian’s touch and traces of kisses on her lips lingering longer than she anticipated.She instinctively veered toward her door, the familiar path pulling her closer to the solitude she was accustomed to. But just as she took a step toward the door, she felt a gentle, almost absent-minded tug on her wrist. It wasn’t forceful, but it was enough to stop her in her tracks.She turned, her eyes landing on Dorian, who hadn’t even realized what he had done. His fingers lingered on her wrist for a heartbeat longer before falling away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. His face was unreadable, his eyes distant yet
The hallway was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the narrow windows, as Irwin's face beamed in smile. The air between them felt thick, charged with something unspoken. Their footsteps, once in perfect rhythm, seemed to slow as the space between them diminished. Each step felt heavier, as if the distance that had once stretched far and wide between them was shrinking with every passing second.Dorian’s presence beside her was more noticeable than ever before. The tension in the air was not the kind that signaled a fight, but rather something more intimate, something that both of them had been avoiding for too long. His movements, usually so precise and controlled, felt almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure of what to do next. Without thinking, Dorian’s hand lightly brushed against Irwin’s shoulder, the contact so subtle that it could have been mistaken for an accident. But to Irwin, it wasn’t. The warmth of his touch spread through her like wildfire, stopping
The hallway stretched long before them, illuminated by the soft flicker of torchlight that danced along the stone walls. Their footsteps echoed in unison, the rhythmic sounds filling the otherwise quiet space as they moved side by side. Irwin glanced at Dorian from the corner of her eye, the tension between them for once muted. The silence that hung in the air was not strained, but peaceful—something that felt rare, almost fragile.As they walked, Irwin found herself lost in thought. She couldn’t remember the last time they had shared a moment like this, one without sharp words or cold glares. The memory of their recent fights seemed to linger at the edges of her mind, uninvited but ever-present. Each argument had left invisible scars, and each harsh exchange had added to the growing wall between them. It had become a pattern, one she had learned to expect from their strained bond. And yet tonight, there was something different.The softness in Dorian’s expression, the subtle way he w
When Dorian pulled away from the kiss, his eyes lingered on Irwin's, as though he were searching for something—reassurance, understanding, perhaps even a reflection of his own tumultuous emotions. His fingers, rough from battles and hardened by years of holding back, softened as they traced the curve of her lips. It was as though he couldn’t fully believe what had just happened, and neither could Irwin. Her heart raced, pounding against her ribs with a wild intensity that she had never felt before. Dorian had always been so distant, locked away behind walls of ice, but now, something inside him had melted. Something had shifted between them, and it was undeniable. Irwin stared up at him, still trying to process the moment. The tenderness of the kiss lingered, but it wasn’t just the kiss that had shaken her—it was the way Dorian had allowed himself to be vulnerable. It was the way he had let down his guard, even for just a brief moment. Without a word, Dorian moved. He took her by t
Dorian’s hand slid gently from her hair, tracing the side of her face with a tenderness that Irwin had never experienced from him before. His fingers moved delicately, brushing her cheek as though he were afraid she might disappear at any moment. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, but she chuckled softly, trying to ease the tension that hung between them, thick and heavy.“You’re beautiful,” Dorian said suddenly, his voice low but filled with conviction.The words hit her like a wave, knocking the air from her lungs. She had never expected to hear that from him—not from Dorian, who had always kept her at arm’s length. Her heart began to race, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at him, stunned into silence. The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable, but it was so out of character, so unlike the guarded man she had come to know.Irwin blinked, trying to process the weight of what he had just said. All this time, she had believed Dorian saw her as a burden, someone he
Irwin’s gaze never wavered from Dorian’s face, her mind racing with questions she dared not voice. The weight of his silence pressed down on her, making the air between them feel thick and heavy. His hand, still nestled in her hair, moved with a gentleness that seemed almost foreign to the man she knew. It wasn’t the touch of a warrior or an Alpha; it was the touch of someone vulnerable, someone struggling with emotions he had long tried to bury.“Dorian,” Irwin whispered, her voice barely above a breath, “what’s bothering you?”Her question lingered in the air, unanswered, as Dorian’s eyes met hers. For a split second, she thought she saw something—a flicker of pain, regret, something deep and raw. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by the guarded expression he always wore. His lips parted, as though he was going to respond, but instead, he simply murmured her name.“Irwin...”The way he said her name, the strain in his voice, made her heart tighten in her ches