Elita
I stare at the vial in my hand and grimace. It is a bright red liquid which is warm to touch.
As I stare at it, Alpha Redley’s stern words echo in my ears.
‘ All you have to do is to drink this potion right before you meet the King. It will attract him to you and he won’t be able to hold himself back. He will mistake these effects for a mate bond. ’
I sigh, hiding the small bottle in my right palm. It’s a Love Potion, that’s all Alpha Redley should have said. But I don’t think he is aware of the whole fiasco this potion can cause.
Once I drink it, every man around me will become a lovesick puppy and will pounce on me like an animal if I don’t use it properly.
I hum. Maybe, Alpha Redley knew that but just didn’t care to tell me. He is fine as long as Dustin is among those love-sick puppies.
“ Lady Lana, stop pouting. ” Donna scolds, and grabs my chin to pull my lips apart. “ It doesn’t suit an Alpha’s daughter to pout. ”
I blink and shake my face out of her hold. She frowns at me but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t want to ruin my mood when we are inside a carriage, traveling to the Wolveshite Citadel, to attend the ceremony.
Silently, I glance down at the heavy light blue gown I am wearing. The dress is tight around my chest and waist, but is loose around my hips and legs, giving my upper body a feminine look.
It’s clear that I am supposed to seduce the Alpha King tonight. They can not make it more obvious.
I grit my jaw, the inner conflict starting to haunt me again. Can I really fool an Alpha King? What if he catches on and hangs me to death before I even get to do what’s needed?
With that thought in mind, a lump lodges in my throat. My fist clenches harder around the vial.
I will not die before seeing my siblings. Eden, my little sister, and Eben, my little brother. Both were so innocent and young. But…the world was not merciful to us orphans.
It’s strange that I don’t remember the happy moments of my life, but I do remember the blood that I saw, the fire that burned everything, the war that took them from me.
My eyes snap open and I suppress a gasp as pain hits my chest.
They won’t die.
Not again.
“ Do you still miss Maverick, Lana? ” Donna whispers.
I snap my head in her direction and shake my head. I don’t even know…who this Maverick is.
“ Then why are you crying? ” She reaches out to me and grabs my hand.
I touch my cheek with my fingers. They are wet. I just…can’t stop crying. I just…never imagined being in the same world as my family again.
“ I am going to…win this war. ” I whisper, earning a chuckle from Donna.
“ This is not a war, Lana. ”
“ It is… ” I nod to myself and lean back. “ for me, every day is a war now. ”
Silence prevails for a moment. Then Donna speaks up in a hesitant voice.
“ Do you…remember what your father wants by getting you to mate with the Alpha King? ”
Curiosity peaks as I shake my head. “ I can’t remember anything. ”
Donna glances around as if she is scared someone will hear us. I sit up straight and stare at her.
“ Once you get inside the castle and become a part of Alpha King’s life, you are expected to spy on him and tell your father everything. ” She leans in and whispers in a low voice. “ You must…give your father necessary intel so he can get rid of the Alpha King soon. ”
My shoulders stiffen and anger surges forth. “ get rid of who? ”
“ Alpha King already suspects your father of treason, Lana. He will not go easy on you even if he is under the influence of this spell. ” She continues, without noticing the changing color of my face or the shifting look in my eyes. “ He will make life hell for you. He knows you will be your father’s spy. So you must be careful when you become a part of his life. Don’t get hurt. Anyway, you only have to keep the act up for a few months and then we can get the King out of the way so stay away from him. ”
I end up laughing. Donna looks at me like I have lost my mind, and that must be it. I am freaking losing my mind!
“ Does he want to kill the Alpha King? ” I stop laughing and hiss.
“ Shh, Lana. ” She slams her hand over my mouth to shut me up. “ we don’t say that out loud. Ears are everywhere. We have been careful until now— ”
“ Nevermind. Killing him is…kind of impossible for you people. And Alpha Redley knows that. So maybe, he doesn’t care if his daughter gets slaughtered. ” I interrupt, so she can stop talking.
Oh, well.
What now?
I bite my thumb, anxiety rearing its head inside me. Oh, no. Oh, shit.
Did Moon Goddess send me into Lana Redley’s body because she knows Lana is going to get killed by Dustin for being a traitor?
It’s not a miracle for me but a chance for Dustin to get his revenge on me? I caused his death in the past, so he can kill me in this life. We will be even then.
I stop biting my thumb and go still.
Wait a moment!
The world seems to go still just like me but my heart is running. Why did I not…think of it before?
In history, Dustin hosted several selection ceremonies but never recognized anyone as his mate. And there is no mention of Lana Redley in history.
This means…Lana died before the war.
And Dustin never chose a mate.
Does this mean I am going to die tonight?
ElitaDoes this mean I am going to die tonight?“ Oh, shit! ” I blurt. “ I am damned. ”“ Lana! What language is this? We are already here. Refrain from saying such words. ” Donna whisper-yells but I can not focus on that anymore.I am walking to my death.I wince, as I am literally forced down the carriage by Donna.She pushes me in the direction of the open gates of the Wolveshire Citadel. “ Go on! Best of luck! ”I take a step forward, preparing myself to face the inevitable. “ And Lana?! ” Donna calls me out again.My trance breaks as I hum, not in the mood to reply to her.“ If Alpha King is anywhere close to killing you, just remind him that you are Nora’s best friend. ” She chimes as if that fact alone can save me from death.“ Who is this Nora? ” I wonder, completely dumbfounded. But I receive no answer. When I glance over my shoulder, the carriage is already gone.I stand there and stare at the bright, golden decorations from afar until a warrior comes to lead me inside the
DustinIn our world, what do people want the most? It’s power. If they are not born with it, they do anything to get it. They can commit any crime, any sin, any unthinkable act to just become the one person who controls several others. The excitement of commanding someone is just too tempting to pass on. To know someone is at their mercy makes it all the more thrilling. People…love playing God. And when it comes to werewolves, they are worse than any average human and vampire. They thrive on their hunger for power, to be more than what they are, to be at the top of the hierarchy.I am not any different. I like power, and what I can do with it. But the only difference between them and me is that…I was born with power. I was destined to be above the rest of the people—the vampires, humans, the werewolves. And…they don’t like that. “ Alpha Redley is dealing with that witch again. ” Ronac discloses and lingers close to the door.“ And what is he buying? ” My lips curve slightly. “
ElitaPull away, Elita. Right freaking now!I scream in my head. But nothing seems to be working.My fingers keep holding onto his shirt, trying to pull him into me and become one somehow while my tongue darts out, licking his lips as if he is my favorite treat.Every touch sends a hot current down my body, making me shudder. I can’t breathe. It’s too hot. Just when I tilt my head, and go for another smooch against his tightly pressed lips, a finger pokes my forehead.A whine tears out of my throat, leaving me both—embarrassed and mortified. My eyes fly open and land on Dustin’s nose. The finger pushes my head back, putting distance between us and that’s when his dark eyes come into my view.My lips pucker out some more, desperate to cover the distance again so we can kiss. But he presses his forefinger harder into my forehead and keeps me away from him.His thick lips part, and he whispers. “ what are you doing, Lady Lana? ”As he speaks, his head leans forward and his gaze drops
ElitaAt his command, the ceremony quickly comes to an end and the moment I have been waiting for—a very dreadful and a lot more dangerous moment—finally comes.“ I rarely feel surprised. ” Dustin drawls, slowly walking around me in a circle.After everyone left, I was dragged to his office and the doors closed, trapping me inside with him.For a few minutes, he didn’t really say anything, just stared at me. And let me tell you—it’s not pretty to get stared at by him. When he stares, it feels like he is slicing your skin off with his eyes, just because he wants to see what’s under those layers.Now, he is behind me, and I can feel his gaze burning into my back. “ You managed to surprise me after all. ”“ I did? ” I flinch, trying to mask my nervous expressions.Don’t give him your back, Elita. You should never give your back to a predator.I attempt to turn around to face him but pause. He steps closer, so close that I can feel the heat of his body seeping into my back but he is not t
ElitaHow…did he figure it all out? Or did he just…call me ‘Stranger’ as a nickname?I huff, gathering my dress and glaring at the mud sticking to the lacy material. It’s not a good idea to wear such a pretty but impractical dress while you are in a forest. My eyes twitch as I look up and see the trees surrounding me.I expected Dustin’s warriors to stop me from leaving or tell me that I was confined…but fortunately and quite…oddly, the King didn’t put anyone on my tail.He didn’t even instruct anyone to not let me out of the Wolveshire Citadel.So, I decided to go and see my siblings while I still had the chance. There is no way I am going full war mode without seeing them and ensuring they are fine.At this point in life, they are residing in the North Shield Pack…With me.After my father was killed in a so-called human and vampire attack on our pack, the Alpha of the North Shield Pack, Alpha Orson took the survivors of our pack in. On the surface, it looked like Alpha Orson too
DustinThe water, in all its forms, speaks to me. It whispers, and screeches, and cries. The voices echo in my head until I feel like splitting it open just so I can silence the noise. An itch has become constant behind my eyes, in my ears, in my shoulders. Sometimes, I just want to gouge my eyes out, rip my ears off, and claw at my shoulders. I want to bleed and hurt just to get rid of the violent voices. But…the voices keep whispering, telling me secrets I don’t want to hear, murmuring the tales of the past, and the predictions of a terrifying future. However, sometimes, these voices tell me what I need to be aware of.Like how a little bunny is hiding in the woods, watching my every move, listening to the conversation I am having with Alpha Orson. I find it stupid that she decided to follow me like a loser, all alone on top of everything. Does she think she can fight me?What a silly, childish thought that befits a loser. I am not surprised. “ Will this affect you as her mate,
Elita Levian once said to me. Gods never bestowed any blessing upon their subjects without a condition. The condition was there so they could make the person realize how weak and helpless he or she was, to make them realize that they could have what they wanted but the Gods were still in control. And I have a hunch Levian was not wrong. Who would know the Gods and Goddesses better than a man who was an Original Lycan and the Original Vampire anyway? …Both his sides were the start of a legacy, and the Gods favored him. But it never came without conditions even to him. As I find myself lying in dark water, my back cold and numb, my eyes zero in on the glowing figure in the distance. Her white dress is sparkling, flowing around her feminine figure. The silver light that emanates from her, repels the darkness and cuts through it like a knife. As she floats closer, her face becomes clear even under all the glow. Her eyes are a bright silver color, so blazing that it feels like a
Elita“ You don’t remember anything? ” Dustin asks, his tone neutral.It’s hard to know if he believed me or not, but the way he stares at me tells me that he can’t bother with me anymore.“ Yes, Your Highness. I woke up in the dungeon, and my slate was wiped clean. ” I run my forefinger along the length of my forehead.The playful gesture meets with nothing but a blank stare. I grimace, eyeing the way he sits with his back steely straight and his legs spread. Earlier, when I told him I had something to tell him, he must not have expected this story.My poor mate. “ A werewolf lost her memory? Just like that? ” Finally, he reacts with a lift of his brow.A grin settles on my lips as I nod eagerly. “ Exactly. That’s what happened, Your Highness. That’s why I couldn’t answer your question right. You know…I really don’t remember who Nora is to me. I just know she is my best friend. ”Hehe.When I gave it a thought, the question about putting a good word for him when Nora came over in
ElitaI forgot to take the witch’s potion for some time.I was being careless. And the first sign of that should have been a crack in my appearance.But it’s not. I look down at my hands and notice the black veins that have spread everywhere, leaving no spot untouched. It feels…strange. Perhaps I became delusional. I thought the healing ability I borrowed from Dustin could fight off the curse on me. But that was just…wishful thinking.The truth is…He is not saving me. He is dying with me. I shake my head and down the potion in the vial. It’s not the time to dwell on it yet. Just a little more time—that’s all I need. Just some time. I clench the empty bottle in my fist and start walking towards the throne room. The witches have started teleporting the ancient wolf tribe to the North with the help of King Aleister and Prince Declan. Levian must have realized this by now. And he will not delay the war anymore.Just as I turn the corner, goosebumps rise on my arms. I pause beside
ElitaI wake up with a yawn and rub the side of my face against the hard surface I am resting it over.The familiar masculine scent fills my senses, making me smile to myself.“ It’s so comfortable. ” I mumble.“ Of course, it is comfortable for you. You only find comfort after you force me out of it. ” A sarcastic voice says.My eyes snap open and land on the empty lounge. The dim lights are turned on, and the Kings and Queens are not here anymore.“ Ha? Did I fall asleep here? ” I wonder, leaning away from the surface.When I turn to look where I was lying, I see a sturdy shoulder and then a narrowed pair of eyes.Automatically, my lips curl into a wide smile. “ Dustin. ”“ Elita. ” His eyes nearly turn into slits.My nose scrunches as I glance at the position he is sitting in. I remember I saw him in the same spot before I fell asleep.It was daytime when I blacked out, and now it’s night. How many hours has it been?Did he stay in the same position for so long? My body fills with
DustinI grit my jaw. I did say that. But that was when I had full control over my abilities. Now, I am not that same Dustin.I can’t protect them the way I could before. And I don’t want any of them to die on my watch. “ Times have changed and— ” I start, but Elita cuts me off.“ If you don’t understand that he wants to protect you by risking his life, his Kingdom, and everything he holds dear, then you all need to revisit your understanding of him. ” She approaches me and takes a seat beside me. “ he wants you to go back home because you can die here, and Dustin can not bear to let that happen. He is not being stubborn or stupid. He just wants…you to live and stay out of danger. ”A hand curls around my heart and squeezes it tightly. I look at the side of her face, watching as she narrows her eyes on Striker and admiring the way she looks—so fierce, so strong.“ Dustin, I know you want to protect us. But we want to do that for you too. Just like how you don’t want any of us to get
Dustin‘ He was waiting. ’ A voice whispers inside my head, becoming clearer than the other screeches that make me wince.‘ For what? ’ I tilt my head, staring the endless sea.‘ For your return. ’ Another voice shrieks. Something has made the voices restless. I take a sip of the wine and let the taste linger on my tongue.The screeches intensify, a buzz that is impossible to ignore. The pressure on my head increases, as I grit my jaw, trying to drown out the sounds.Just when I know it’s impossible, two tiny arms wrap around my waist and a soft forehead presses on my back. A switch flips, and everything goes silent.I look down at the arms around me. My lips twitch, a warmth I am not used to spreading inside my chest.She doesn’t know what she really does to me, for me. “ I am dead… ” She mumbles in a dramatic voice.“ I know that. ” My lips curl in a smile before I can realize it.“ I have been taking care of everything for you! Do you know how hectic it is?! I couldn’t even slee
ElitaDustin steps inside, his presence filling the room. He leans against the wall like he owns the place, his smirk lazy, daring me to react.He does own the place. It’s his favorite throne room—with a round table where he can manipulate his friends and other important guests—an alternative to the traditional one. But he has no right to smirk at me and look this good after he tricked me into leaving him behind.My blood burns in my veins. My breath comes too fast, and my hands curl into fists by my sides.“ What’s wrong? ” Dustin muses, his gaze raking over me as if he already knows that I am going to lash out. “ You tricked me into leaving… ” I snap, my voice loud with fury. “ You asked him to grab me and send me here. You forced me. I don’t like being forced.”Dustin’s smirk widens, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. He folds his arms over his chest, completely unfazed. “ I know. You can…make me pay for it. I will allow that. ”A violent shudder rolls down my back. I move tow
ElitaI was not wrong.After Tyson, Striker appeared the next day. Their return made it easier for me to get people to listen, but it didn’t ease my worry.I was relieved that Lenora and Amelia had their mates back. But where was mine? Why did he have to send me before everyone else?I would have been fine if he had sent Tyson, then Striker, then Aleister…I wouldn’t have complained even if he had chosen to go before me.But he thought…Oh! I should let Elita suffer instead of letting her spend her days in peace.I huff as I stare out the window. Six days have passed now. The warriors are stationed in their positions. They have Vitora flower, training to fight vampires, and even the will to keep guard all the time.I have already worked with some Alphas to develop a few things they will need in the war.The Kings have gathered their men, readying the Army needed for support.Princess Avery has somehow handled her parents and made sure they don’t come out of their rooms. I don’t know
ElitaOnce again in life, I am forced to realize that waiting is the hardest thing to do.Waiting for someone is like dragging your body over a bed of nails. It is slow. It is painful. It does not kill, but it leaves me writhing. Time stretches, moving too slow, making every breath feel heavy, every heartbeat feel too slow.The worst part of it?Not knowing if they are even coming back, or if I am waiting for nothing, or if I should do something instead of just…sitting around and waiting. I pace around in the throne room, occasionally watching the vacant throne, then turning to the window that overlooks the sea. The water has been too calm, for too long. It’s unnatural. It’s been…four days now. Four days since Dustin Landric forced me into returning to the North! And he is not back!I keep thinking…If I could get ahold of him right now...I would curse at him. I would strangle him. I would kiss him. And tell him if he ever did this again, I would hate him forever. It might be a l
LevianSometimes, I do wonder. What’s the point of everything they do to fight back? The pride they hold onto, the dignity they so cherish, the trust they have in their Goddess…It’s childish. So naive, as if holding onto those ideals will protect them from the harsh truths of the world. They fight and fight, convinced that their strength and their loyalty to some higher cause will save them, but all I see is a cycle of failure repeating itself. They believe in their righteousness, their purity, their connections to forces they cannot fully understand. But it is all an illusion.The Gods or the world does not care about pride. It does not care about dignity. It does not recognize the strength they claim to possess. No, the world and the Gods respect only power—the kind that bends others to your will, the kind that ensures survival by any means. They are too wrapped up in their fantasies to see the reality. Survival is not about pride. It is about doing what they must, without in
DustinI stare back as Aleister glares at me. “ the distance was— ”“ Bigger than you expected? ” I shrug and turn to walk towards my horse.“ You already knew, didn’t you? ” He masks his anger behind a cold smirk.“ What? That you wouldn’t be able to teleport all of us? ” I look towards Striker, then Tyson. They are glaring at me just like Aleister. “ You knew. ” Aleister lets out a breath, his voice tinged with disbelief.“ This teleportation? It’s not the power of the South. It’s just some added perk from your submissive witch blood. Of course, I knew you could only teleport one or perhaps two of us before it stopped working for some time. ” I tell him honestly, not wanting to drag this out longer than needed. “ But I was hoping…you could send two back. Tyson would have been a good option. He knows Levian better than us. ”“ You knew he could only send one or two of us back, and you still chose her? ” Striker lifts his brows.“ You would have done the same if it was Lenora. She is