“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.”Irwin clenched her fists, but she forced her feet to keep moving, her stomach tightening with each passing second. She could feel the guards on either side of her exchanging glances. Their silence was loaded with contempt. Not a single word of reassurance or even acknowledgment.
This place reeked of power, cold and unyielding.The guard to her right gave her a glance, then looked away. His contempt was obvious, and Irwin swallowed back the bitter taste of her nerves. Cain, the only council member who had spoken with her earlier, had now left her in the hands of these guards. They were leading her straight to Dorian.
The thought made her shiver.
When they finally reached the main hall, Irwin’s breath hitched. The room was vast, but it felt suffocating. Wolves lined the space, their gazes sharp, filled with disdain. She was an outsider, an unwelcome guest in their home.
And then she saw him!
Dorian stood at the far end of the hall, waiting. He was taller than she had imagined, his figure imposing, every inch of him radiating authority.
His dark hair fell just over his forehead, framing a face that was all sharp angles and fierce intensity. But it was his eyes cold, black, and unreadable that sent a chill down her spine. They were locked on her, unwavering, as if he were assessing a threat.
Irwin’s mouth went dry.
“So, this is her?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade, deep and full of disdain. “The one I’m supposed to marry?”
Irwin flinched. His tone was biting, as if she was nothing more than an inconvenience, a burden he had no choice but to bear.
She took a step forward, trying to steady her breathing. “Yes,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m Irwin.”
Dorian’s lips curled slightly, but there was no warmth in his smile. It was just a flicker of something dark and unreadable. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You don’t look like much,” he said coldly, his gaze raking over her, inspecting. “I expected... more.”
Irwin stiffened, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt like prey under his gaze, like he could see every weakness she had, every doubt and fear.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” she muttered, a flash of defiance creeping into her voice despite the fear gnawing at her insides.
Dorian raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her tone. “Disappoint me?"he echoed, his voice low, dangerous. “You haven’t even begun to understand what disappointment means.”
She swallowed hard, refusing to let him see how his words rattled her. “Maybe I’ll learn, then.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, but his eyes remained cold. “You’re here because you have no choice,” he said, taking another step toward her. “Not because you belong here.”
Irwin clenched her fists, trying to hold her ground. “I didn’t ask to be here,” she shot back. “But it seems neither did you.”
For a moment, silence hung between them, thick and tense. Dorian’s gaze hardened, and for the first time, Irwin thought she saw a flicker of something like anger behind his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
“You think you can talk to me like that?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Irwin’s pulse quickened, but she held her head high. “I don’t see why I would not. It seems you already hate me.”
His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, invading her space. “Hate you?” he murmured, his voice like ice. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
“Maybe not,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “But I can see it in your eyes. You don’t want this. You don’t want me.”
Dorian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced over at the guards still standing near the entrance, then back at her. His gaze burned with something unspoken, but he turned away, dismissing her with a cold wave of his hand.
“Take her to her quarters,” he ordered the guards, his voice devoid of emotion. “We’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.”
Irwin stood frozen, watching as Dorian walked away without another word. The guards stepped forward to escort her, but she barely noticed them. Her mind was spinning, her thoughts tangled already.
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
The loud moans from Dorian’s chambers echoed through the Shadowclaw mansion, tormenting Irwin as she stood alone in the hallway. The servant’s cries of pleasure were like nails in her mind, reminding her of her place outside. Dorian’s choice to indulge with a servant, without any regard for her, stung more than she cared to admit.Her fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into her palms. “Enough, of all this torment from you Dorian” she muttered under her breath, cursing Dorian as she strode away.His chambers, and the lust that filled them, were the last things she wanted to think about. She needed to clear her mind, to breathe.Without a word, she slipped into the mansion’s garden, seeking solace among the flowers. She knelt by the roses, their soft petals soothing against her fingers. The fragrant air was a balm to her frustration, and for a moment, she allowed herself to relax. But peace was fleeting here. She felt restless.A sharp voice cut through the stillness behind her.