Alpha female Zela's birthday unveils a hidden destiny, rooted in her rare and powerful Hollraux bloodline, one that could ignite a war between supernatural species. Claimed by the Lycan Crown Prince as his fated mate — a union her Alpha father and the Lycan King orchestrated —she escapes, desperate to avoid a fate she detests. Instead, she falls prey to a manipulative Alpha who unveils a legendary prophecy: their combined ancient bloodlines can birth a race of rulers, surpassing even the elite Lycans. He offers her a twisted bargain: become his beloved chosen mate and or be reduced to a breeder in his dungeon, forced to bear powerful pups to fulfill his ambitions. The quest to rescue Zela begun for the Lycan Prince, seeking to save his race, and her human crush, offering an escape from a world on the brink of chaos …
view moreI rattled the car door handle, desperate to escape.Yet Jermain had ensured it was securely locked, leaving me trapped with no way out. His presence at my birthday party indicated he was a werewolf, which led me to wonder how many of my own kind had attended Lorraine’s husband’s celebration tonight and whether she was one too.When I had met Lorraine in Canada, the potion had still worked, preventing me from sensing her true nature. Jermain continued to drive, a smirk playing on his lips. Outside, the darkness enveloped us, accompanied by the distant hooting of an owl and the rustling of leaves. I fought back the rising fear within me, it was crucial to remain level-headed and carefully assess my chances of escape. ‘Era, do you have any ideas on how we can get out of this?’ I consulted my wolf, noting her focused attention on the unfolding scene. I hoped she could devise a plan for our escape. ‘Well, I think we should stay low until he reveals more about his intentions,’ she suggest
The moment I entered the grand living room where the birthday party was held, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Heads turned in unison, eyes narrowing as though measuring every inch of me.It was disturbingly reminiscent of my eighteenth birthday bash, where Alphas had preened and positioned themselves, all preying to see if they had hit the jackpot, to be able to claim me as their mate.The sophisticatedly dressed men and glamorous women, each clutching glasses of the finest wine, stared at me as if I had just landed from an entirely different planet. It was a moment I utterly despised, especially since the potion had dulled my werewolf instincts. While they couldn’t identify me as a werewolf, I struggled to discern their true nature myself, a strange, unsettling vulnerability.Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I ignored the gazes that bore into me and floated toward the grand table adorned with high-stemmed glasses. The crisp, cool liquid sparkled invitingly, and I took o
Alpha Female Zela’s Point of ViewAs I walked home from work today, the prickling sensation of being watched crept under my skin, a creepy, insidious feeling that wouldn't shake.Every glance over my shoulder revealed the same mundane streets of Human Town, but the shadows seemed to pulse and shift unnaturally, as if they held unseen eyes. The air felt heavier, the world humming with a strange, foreboding energy, a silent alarm bell ringing in my ears.Quickening my steps, I focused on the thought of my apartment, a haven waiting just a few blocks away. Once inside, I shut the door firmly, twisting the lock until it clicked with a reassuring thud. I checked each window, ensuring they were sealed tight, a ritual born of fear. “Relax,” I whispered to myself, attempting to shrug off the unease that clung to me like a second skin. “It’s just paranoia.”In the kitchen, I rummaged through the pantry for dinner. The scent of pasta lingered in the air as I put
The guest quarters in Silver Bow had become a cage of anticipation, each tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway was a hammer blow against my patience.Days bled into nights, a relentless cycle of waiting, each passing hour a torment. Ivor closely watched Jonas, Erico, and Andrea, but found nothing. They were trapped in a web of their own making, their every move watched, their every whisper recorded. Yet the silence from Zela was a suffocating shroud, wrapping tighter around me with every moment. Then, the silence shattered, the waiting was finally rewarded.A courier, his face ashen, arrived at the pack gates with a sealed envelope. The atmosphere pulsed with suspense as Andrea signed the delivery confirmation. As the man departed, I took the envelope from her hands, my fingers brushing the smudged postmark: Human Town. My hands, usually steady, trembled as I tore it open. My heart thundered in my chest.This was it, a breakthrough I was craving for, that would lead me to my
Jonas stammered, his words a broken mess. “Y-Your Highness, I-I can explain…” “You’d better,” I snapped, my tone severe so that there was no mistaking the gravity of the matter. My gaze shifted to the human boy, who stood frozen like prey caught in a predator’s sights. “And you, who are you, and what’s your role in this?” The boy remained silent, his wide eyes betraying a mix of fear and defiance. “Ivor,” I commanded without breaking my focus on the trembling pair. My Secretary, ever efficient, stepped forward and handed me the envelope. I tore it open, and the first line struck like a blow to my chest. ‘Erico, baby…’ The words blurred momentarily as the ache in my chest tightened, but I forced myself to read on. Each line was a knife, carving deeper into my heart. Zela’s handwriting, elegant, hurried, and with pure emotion, poured out her longing, her fears, and her desperate plea for Erico to protect her secret. My grip tightened on the parchment, my knuckles whitened. The ac
In the Royal Kingdom, Canada…For nearly two months, the days had stretched long and empty, each one marked by failure. Each sunrise mocked my efforts, and each sunset deepened the ache in my chest. The search for Zela had grown as fruitless as it was relentless, and it felt as though the walls of my frustration were closing in, suffocating me. My once pristine study, my sanctuary of thought, had become a battlefield. Maps with torn edges were strewn across the floor, intercepted messages lay crumpled on the desk, and the air was heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. And none of it, again, none of it, brought me any closer to her. My fated mate. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes against the chaos. Yet rest eluded me. In the stillness, her image surfaced, relentless and vivid. I saw the fire in her gaze, the way her laughter once melted the ice in my heart. Most painfully, I remembered the night we’d shared—brief and intoxicating—where the weight of titles and duty
The bustling streets of Human Town felt chaotic and overwhelming, yet they offered me the freedom I so desperately craved.In the crowd, I was just another face, another stranger trying to make a life. For once, I wasn’t Zela Humphreys, the daughter of an Alpha or the object of anyone’s expectations. I was no one and there was peace in that anonymity. But peace doesn’t pay the bills.The handful of cash I’d stuffed into my bag before fleeing the Kingdom was nearly gone. The cramped boarding house where I’d spent my first few nights was little more than a temporary refuge. If I didn’t find steady work soon, I’d be out of options. Determined not to let panic consume me, I spent hours poring over the classifieds section of a local newspaper, my finger circling potential job opportunities. Each listing brought its own set of doubts.Bartender, could I keep up with the hustle of a packed bar?Shop assistant, what did I even know about retail?Dog walker, w
The air in Andrea’s room bristled with a tension that made my skin prickle, as we awaited Lilias arrival.She didn’t disappoint us, like a shadow she stepped into the room, causing us to exhale in relief. She moved with an urgency that spoke of unseen threats, her eyes, usually bright and knowing, now clouded with a deep concern.In her hand, she held a small, intricately carved vial, its contents shimmer with an otherworldly glow.“This is it,” she stated, holding the bottle up to my face. “The stronger potion. It will mask your scent, but Zela, understand this. It is not a shield against the bond. He has felt you and that bond is a part of you now, woven into the very fabric of your being. Your destiny is already intertwined.”Her warning was on deaf ears, all I could think of is the desired elixir, a viscous liquid the color of twilight, its scent a strange, heady mix of herbs and something ancient, something wild and untamed. It pulsed with a faint, inner light, as
By the time the first rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, I had reached the borders of Silver Bow, every muscle in my body aching from the relentless run. The woman was incredibly helpful; without probing too much, she drove me to the Silver Bow turnoff. As we parted ways, she gave me her phone number and encouraged me to reach out for any reason.The familiar scents of Silver Bow’s territory welcomed me, offering a fleeting sense of safety. Andrea’s family had granted me unrestricted access to their lands long ago, and although the border patrol undoubtedly sensed my presence, I knew they wouldn’t report it to Alpha Zenic. They trusted I would do so myself, a formality I’d skip this time. Staying in wolf form, I crept through the shadows, weaving between trees to remain unseen.The packhouse loomed ahead, its grand silhouette outlined against the lightning sky. I stopped beneath Andrea’s window and looked up. Era stirred within me, exhilarate
Ten minutes before midnight, the grand hall of the Eclipse Moon packhouse buzzed with energy, filled with whispers and the clinking of champagne flutes.The air was thick with excitement, as the rich scent of expensive colognes swirled around sharply dressed unmated Alphas and Alpha’s sons. They moved through the crowd like predators, their eyes shining with a hunger that clearly had nothing to do with the fancy hors d’oeuvres on the table. An electric tension hung in the air, hinting that the night was about to unfold its mysteries in a clash of power and desire. It was the night before my eighteenth birthday, the moment I was about to find my fated mate.I leaned against the bar, arms crossed, watching the posturing spectacle with a smirk tugging at my lips. Beside me, Andrea and Lilias were in stitches, barely able to contain their laughter as we surveyed the so-called crème de la crème of werewolf society. “Did you see how Victor from Silver Fang Pack adjuste...
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