[Eskaal's pov]"I'm sorry, Eskaal," Zilver says, his voice quiet. "I know this is hard to hear, but you need to face the truth. Meagia is in danger, and you need to protect her. And if you could not then she would have to accept her lycan mate and the bond with you will be nullified." As he spoke of the danger that lurking around her, the threat this new mate of Meagia's might pose to me, anger and protectiveness mingled in a storm within my chest.I shook my head, feeling lost and alone. "I don't know what to do," I spoke with my voice barely above a whisper. Torn and feeling betrayed I had no idea what to do and how to proceed with that new information which was beyond my understanding. My world had turned upside down all of a sudden and there was nobody I could trust now anymore."We will figure it out together," Zilver responded with an assurance which I truly hated, while placing a hand on my shoulder. "Just don't give up hope." I glared at him and pushed his hand away to show me
Clara strode into the grand house of lycan king Kaldir, her presence commanding the attention of the guards and security personnel stationed at every corner. The air was tense, filled with an unspoken anticipation as they eyed her warily. She had an air of determination about her, as if she were a force to be reckoned with. "Where is he?" Clara's voice cut through the silence, her tone firm and unwavering. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the man she sought – Kaldir. The guards exchanged uncertain glances, clearly caught off guard by her sudden appearance and demand. "He's not here, miss," one of the guards finally stammered, stepping forward cautiously. "Alpha Kaldir isn't currently on the premises." The guard tried to reason out knowing that the alpha did not like anyone’s unannounced presence. Clara's jaw clenched, frustration and impatience evident on her face. "I don't have time for games. I need to see him now. It's urgent." The security personnel exchange
Meagia sat alone in her dimly lit room, a book spread open in her lap but her attention drifting elsewhere while thinking of an escape. A faint unease prickled at the back of her neck, a sensation that something was about to shift. She glanced around, her hazel eyes flicking from one corner to another, searching for a source to her restlessness.As if on cue, a creak echoed through the room, the sound of the door slowly inching open. Meagia's heart skipped a beat, her senses on high alert. Her gaze locked onto the doorway, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.And then, there she was. Clara, her raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her presence was like a breath of unexpected wind, simultaneously refreshing and unsettling. Clara stepped into the room, her eyes locking onto Meagia's. A hesitant smile tugged at the corners of Clara's lips, and Meagia couldn't help but mirror it, though her surprise remained palpable. They were frien
[Meagia’s pov]After Clara left, I sank back onto the bed, my thoughts swirling in a tumultuous sea. My mind replayed the conversation over and over again, Clara's tearful admission ringing in my ears. But beneath the surface of her words, a nagging suspicion had taken an underlying root."Clara and Kaldir," I muttered to the empty room, my voice barely a whisper. "They must have been planning something bigger than I thought." The pieces of the puzzle were fitting together, the unsettling truth emerging from the shadows. The door creaking open, Clara's sudden appearance, it all felt planned sneakily, a carefully crafted plan to lure me away from Eskaal, from the safe zone and from my mate.My brow furrowed as I thought about the way Clara had turned sweet, almost too sweet. It was unlike her to change her stance so quickly. A cold realisation settled in my chest, something wasn't right with her sudden change of personality. Clara's swift change of heart, her alliance with Kaldir, it f
[Eskaal’s pov]Returning to my home in Gravestone pack after weeks away, I could feel the tension in the air even before I entered. The grand entrance hall, adorned with the mockery I had received and dimly lit by flickering torches, seemed to hold an atmosphere of impending confrontation. I took a deep breath knowing that my father would be awaiting, steeling myself for the inevitable clash that awaited.As I stepped into the hall, my father stood there, a formidable figure with a stern expression etched upon his weathered face. His eyes, the same shade of intense blue as mine, bore into me with a mixture of disappointment and anger."Eskaal," he began, his voice a low growl that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. "Where have you been?" His voice carried a blend of anger and concern. Sure enough, as I stepped into the grand foyer, his stern voice echoed through the halls. I knew it was coming and was inevitable. I met his gaze evenly, my jaw clenched in defiance. "I have
The sun had begun its descent beyond the horizon after Clara left Kaldir’s home. The sunlight was casting a warm golden glow across the cityscape. Inside the sleek, charcoal-colored vehicle, Clara's fingers tapped nervously on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Her hazel eyes stared ahead at the road, but her mind was a swirling vortex of uncertainty.The hum of the engine and the rhythmic purr of the tires against the road provided a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. She adjusted her sunglasses, the dark lenses shielding her eyes from prying gazes. The traffic flowed steadily, the world around her a blur of buildings and streetlights.As Clara took the turn towards the downtown of Kaldir’s pack the bustling streets. Her thoughts danced between the events of yesterday night and the intricate web of her plan. She had spent hours recalling the talks and the scenarios, smirking over those spread lies and the half-truths she spoke to Meagia and carefully chosen words. Meagia was a form
The night had deepened, the sky painted with the inky hues of midnight. Clara emerged from her house with purpose, her steps purposeful and resolute. She locked the door behind her and headed towards her sleek sedan, parked under the moonlit canopy of trees that lined her driveway. The cool night air wrapped around her, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and determination. Sliding into the driver's seat, Clara inserted the key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life. The soft glow of dashboard lights illuminated her profile as she adjusted the rearview mirror, her hazel eyes meeting her own gaze with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. As the car rolled down the quiet suburban street, Clara's thoughts were a whirlwind of plans and possibilities. The outskirts of the city beckoned, a trail of open roads and hidden corners that offered a stark contrast to the urban bustle she had left behind. The wind whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of n
The first rays of dawn crept through Clara's bedroom window, painting the walls in a soft, golden hue. Clara stretched languidly beneath her sheets, the comfort of sleep gradually releasing its hold on her. As her senses sharpened, her thoughts turned to the day ahead and the conversation she needed to have. The events of the previous night lingered in her mind, and her heart felt heavy with the weight of the decision she had made.With a determined sigh, Clara swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. She moved through her morning routine with practised ease, the events of the past few days a constant presence in her mind. The conversation with Meagia and the weight of decisions lingered, a reminder that the bonds of friendship could be both a source of strength and a challenge.Dressed in a simple but elegant gown, Clara made her way to the garden, where she and Liam often met for quiet moments. The sound of birdsong and the fragrance
Hello readers! The book ends here at this point but the story does not, as the world will merge with each other soon. Seraphina will be found by her mate Kaldir soon and that is where the book merges with my other completed one called - Alpha's bitten virgin slave - as I am disclosing a spoiler that Kaldir is Cyrus and Danielle's son from that book. All my wolf books will be a merger with each other as I already hinted the story of Zilver and Lily in this one. Their story is gonna be my next book called - Pregnant for my lycan bully - soon. Meanwhile, you can check out my book in ink-itt called - Trapped in a beastly manor - which is free. And will be.
In a dimly lit brothel’s hall, Clara sat on a worn-out armchair, cradling a small, sleeping child in her arms. The room was silent, save for the soft lullaby Clara hummed, trying to comfort the infant in her care. Seraphina, Eskaal and Meagia’s child was stolen by her while she played her part of being a good friend and well wisher.The sound of clacking heels against the wooden floor broke the stillness, causing Clara's heart to race. She carefully placed the child in a nearby crib and stood up. Standing there was a woman, her face etched with a meaningful grin and compassion.Clara smirked and glanced at the kid, her eyes locking with the brothel’s owner. The woman handed over a small envelope filled with money, her voice soft and empathetic. "Miss Clara, here is the money we agreed upon. Thank you for bringing us a hybrid infant, she will grow up to be a fine woman for my business."Clara accepted the envelope with a firm hand, her gaze moving from the money to the woman. "Thank yo
In the midst of a vast, open plain, Eskaal approached Meagia with a sense of urgency that mirrored the rapid beating of his heart. The moon cast a silver glow over the grassy expanse, and the night air was filled with a chilling stillness.Meagia stood alone, her form illuminated by the pale light of the moon. Her brow was furrowed with worry, and her eyes scanned the horizon in a frantic search. In her arms, she held a tiny blanket, empty and forlorn."Meagia," Eskaal said, his voice quivering with fear and desperation, "Where is our daughter, Seraphina? I can't find her anywhere in the castle."Meagia turned to him, her face etched with anguish. Her voice trembled as she responded, "Eskaal, I don't know. I though Rancel put her in the castle somewhere but she is gone. The cradle had some other unknown child in it."Eskaal's heart sank like a stone in his chest. He rushed to Meagia's side, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Gone? How could she just vanish like that?"Tears welled up in M
The eerie moonlight bathed the imposing Vampire Castle in an ethereal glow as Clara and beta Liam emerged from the ancient fortress, their faces etched with determination and love. In their arms, they cradled Meagia, Rancel's estranged sister, who had been cast aside to starve to death.Meagia was pale and frail, her strength drained by the ordeal she had endured. Her eyes were filled with gratitude and relief as she clung to the couple who had risked everything to rescue her.Beta Liam, strong and resolute held his daughter in his arms, her head resting against his chest. Clara supported Meagia with a tender arm around her, guiding her steps and ensuring her safety.As they stepped into the moonlit courtyard, the chilling wind rustled through the trees, and the castle loomed behind them like a dark sentinel. The trio moved forward, leaving the sinister castle and its shadows behind.Meagia leaned on Clara, her voice a mere whisper as she spoke her gratitude. "Thank you," she said, he
Under the eerie glow of a full moon, Zilver and Eskaal stood side by side in a desolate graveyard, surrounded by ancient tombstones and gnarled trees. Before them, a formidable army of vampiric creatures, their eyes blood-red and fangs exposed, advanced with menacing intent. In their hands, they wielded weapons forged from wicked intentions.Zilver unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, crafted entirely from silver. It was a weapon designed to combat the unholy forces they now faced. Beside him, Eskaal wielded an equally impressive silver sword, the two warriors prepared to wage a battle against the vampire horde.The vampires hissed and snarled as they closed in, their grotesque faces contorted with malevolence. With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound.The clash of steel against fangs and claws echoed through the graveyard. Zilver and Eskaal moved with uncanny precision and
Clara and Liam had been searching the labyrinthine castle for hours, after they managed to kill all those guards and escaped the cellar. The flickering torchlight barely penetrated the darkness of the dungeon they now entered, its damp and cold stone walls bearing the scars of centuries.Clara whispering. “We've searched every chamber, every corridor... where could she be?” Liam grimly. “I don't know, Clara. But we won't give up until we find her.” They ventured deeper into the dungeon, the silence broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing in the shadows. As they reached the furthest cell, Liam's heart skipped a beat. He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness.Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She w
The once-thriving packs of the wolven realm lay in ruins, every streets filled with debris and its buildings bearing the scars of a recent battle. But amidst the destruction, a sense of hope had emerged. Zilver's army, with a group of skilled warriors which had a reputation for valor and compassion, had come to the aid of the city's people.Zilver stood at the center of the city square. His commanding presence and the aura of determination that surrounded him were a source of inspiration for the beleaguered citizens. Zilver’s voice filled with determination. “We have brought the seers and healers who can aid us in this trying time. They are our best hope for healing and rebuilding the ecosystem of the supernatural realm.”Zilver's soldiers, a diverse group of individuals with various talents and abilities, fanned out across the city. They moved with purpose, searching houses and alleys, their armor gleaming in the morning sun. They were not just warriors; they were protectors, healers
The grand hall of the ancestral vampiric castle was bathed in the soft, warm glow of a hundred flickering candles. Clara, the tall and elegant woman with fiery red hair, entered the hall with Mr Liam, a distinguished military officer, at her side. Clara's emerald-green gown flowed gracefully with each step, and Liam wore his formal uniform, a stark contrast to his usually rugged attire.As they walked into the hall, the murmur of faint conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the air. The occasion was a lavish gathering, and Clara and Liam had just arrived from a distant mission. Rancel seemed to be having a party for her coronation and to announce alpha Cinhard as her partner.Clara scanned the room, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, her gaze locked onto a tall figure standing near the grand fireplace. It was her brother, Cinhard, looking more regal than she had ever seen him. He wore a finely tailored suit, his auburn hair ne
The room is bathed in dim candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the lavish furnishings. King Kaldir, once a feared warlord, now sits alone on a grand chair, his demeanor shrouded in darkness. In his hand, he holds a gleaming silver knife, its blade glinting ominously. Eskaal, determined to confront Kaldir and seek justice for his actions, quietly enters the room. His eyes narrow as they fall upon the scene before him. He tenses, ready for whatever confrontation may come. Eskaal yells at him firmly. “Kaldir! What are you doing with that knife? Hah! Are you that coward now?” Kaldir starts, his grip on the knife tightening. He slowly turns to face Eskaal, his expression a mix of surprise and resignation. Kaldir becomes defensive. “Eskaal, it's not what you think.” Eskaal takes cautious steps closer, his gaze locked on the silver knife. Eskaal speaks with a skeptical look. “Explain yourself, Kaldir. What is that knife for? And this whole commotion?” Kaldir places the knife on a n