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... You had a chance to decline the offer" Dorian cursed under his breath and spat in disgust.
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The walk to Dorian’s chambers was heavy with silence. Irwin could feel the weight of the guards’ gazes, but they remained silent, their faces expressionless. The cold stone corridors of the stronghold felt more like a prison than a home. Every step she took felt like a step deeper into a cage she couldn’t escape.
When they reached the chamber doors, one of the guards, the younger one from earlier, hesitated before speaking. “Lady Irwin,” he said softly, “if you need anything, we’ll be stationed outside.”
Irwin gave him a tight smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thank you.”
The other guard, older and more serious, opened the door for her. “We’ll ensure your privacy, my lady.”
She stepped inside, the heavy wooden door closing with a dull thud behind her. And just like that, she was alone again.
The room was grand, luxurious even. But the grandeur felt hollow, like the walls were closing in on her. The bed was massive, draped in expensive fabrics, and a fire crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls. But none of it brought her any comfort.
Irwin paced the room, her mind racing. She couldn’t shake the memory of the ceremony, the way she’d felt something....Something real when she touched Dorian. It had been like a surge of energy, electric and undeniable. But now, as she stood alone in this grand, empty room, she was left questioning everything.
"Had I imagined it? Was it all in my head?"
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "No, it was real. It had to be."
But why would Dorian deny it? What was he hiding?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. She turned to see one of the servants from earlier entering, a tray of food balanced in her hands. The servant set the tray down on the table by the window, bowing slightly before speaking.
“Is there anything else you require, my lady?” the servant asked, her voice soft and deferential.
Irwin shook her head, unable to muster much of a response. “No, thank you.”
The servant hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Irwin with a look of quiet sympathy. “If you need anything,” she said softly, “we’re here to help.”
Irwin gave a faint nod, and the servant bowed again before leaving the room.
The silence of the room was suffocating, but her mind wouldn’t stop racing.
She couldn’t stay here, locked away like a prisoner, with no answers. She needed to understand what was happening between them. What Dorian was so determined to deny.
The door opened again. This time, it wasn’t a servant or a guard. It was Dorian.
His presence filled the room, tense and cold, as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his voice clipped.
Irwin looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. “Comfortable? You locked me in here like a prisoner.”
Dorian crossed the room, standing by the window, his back to her. “You’re not a prisoner, Irwin. But you need to stay out of sight.”
“Out of sight?” she repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. “Why? So no one finds out how little you care about this? About me?”
Dorian turned to face her, his eyes hard as steel. “This isn’t about caring, Irwin. This is about protecting you. Whether you realize it or not, this union was for your protection as much as mine.”
“Protection?” Irwin demanded, her voice rising. “From what? From the pack? From you?"
Dorian stepped closer, his gaze dark and intense. "From enemies you don't even know about. You think this marriage was just about the pack? You're in this now, Irwin, whether you like it or not. The sooner you accept that, the better."
She stood her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "I will accept it when you tell me what’s really going on! Why are you hiding things from me?"
Dorian’s jaw clenched, his face hardening into a mask of anger. For a moment, he looked as though he might actually answer her. His lips parted, but then they pressed together again, as if he were holding something back.
"You don’t need to know everything," he finally said, his voice low and controlled. "And There's nothing to tell you Irwin"
" I believe it's Not yet time, right?" Irwin’s frustration boiled over, her voice trembling with anger. "That’s what you keep saying. But when, Dorian? When will you finally tell me the truth?"
Dorian took a step closer, towering over her, his eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. "Don't play games with me Irwin, I'm not patient. "
Irwin's chest tightened with fury. "I’m not some puppet you can control! You can’t just lock me in here and expect me to stay quiet forever."
"You will do what I say," Dorian growled, his voice growing darker with each word. "Or I will make sure you have no choice."
She took a step back, but her eyes remained locked with his. "Make me? Is that how you handle everything? With threats?"
Dorian's control snapped. He moved so quickly that Irwin barely had time to react. In an instant, he was in front of her, his hand wrapping around her throat, pinning her against the stone wall of the chamber. His face was inches from hers, his breath hot and ragged as his grip tightened.
"You think I won't?" he hissed, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. His face began to contort, shifting into something more primal, more dangerous. His wolf form was surfacing.
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.
Irwin’s thoughts raced as she made her way through the corridors toward Dorian’s chambers. What could he want with her this time? She tried to calm her nerves, but her heart hammered in her chest. The last few days since their mating ritual, had been a whirlwind of confusion and tension. Each time they crossed paths, Dorian’s presence made her feel things she didn’t understand and that keep stressing her out.When she arrived at Dorian’s chamber, the servants silently led her to him. She stood in the dimly lit room, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze as she greeted him in a soft voice.“My Lord Dorian, you sent for me.”Dorian watched her closely, feeling a strange twinge of emotion. It bothered him why would she being addressing him with such deference when she was supposed to be his mate? That thought alone had annoyed him. He couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of her, so he quickly masked any emotion with a cruel smile.“That’s how you should greet an alpha like me,” he said, h
Dorian’s grip on Irwin tightened as he lowered her gently onto his bed, his fingers brushing her bare skin with hunger. Irwin’s heart raced as his mouth found her neck, his lips tracing the path of her pulse. The intensity of his touch made her gasp, her hands gripping him instinctively, her nails digging into his back.Dorian’s desire was fierce, his body pressing against hers with urgency. His lips moved lower, finding her nipple and sucking with an almost primal hunger. Irwin arched beneath him, torn between wanting to pull him closer and the lingering confusion about why she affected him so much. She wasn’t supposed to feel this, yet the tension between them had grown stronger with every passing moment.Suddenly, a knock at the door shattered the intensity.Dorian’s head snapped up, his muscles tensing as a growl escaped him. His eyes darkened with irritation as he pulled away from her. Irwin lay on the bed, panting, her body trembling from the abrupt shift in energy. The moment w
Dorian’s sharp senses immediately caught a movement in the woods. His body tensed as he instinctively lunged forward, aiming for the source of the disturbance. His powerful frame surged with predatory grace, and before he could think twice, his hands wrapped around the shape shifting figure.A sudden shift in the air startled him. The wolf beneath his grip transformed in a blur, its fur receding and morphing into the form of a slender, agile woman. Her mischievous grin met his eyes as she lay pinned under his weight.“Alpha, why are you so impatient? You could have asked questions, not trying to jump over.” Her voice was soft yet teasing, her eyes dancing with humor as she gazed up at him.Dorian blinked in surprise, pulling back slightly. "Ashina?" His deep growl turned into a confused murmur. "Why would you—"Ashina chuckled, her laughter carefree. “Calm down, Alpha. You should’ve known it was me by now.” She didn’t seem at all bothered by being tackled. "It’s not like I’m a threat.