“Tell me alpha, Eskaal. Have you not been cheating on my daughter with Clara?” Beta Liam mocked him but the way he asked Eskaal knew that something was definitely wrong with him. Eskaal and Liam stood facing each other, a sense of tension hanging in the air.Eskaal's gaze didn't waver, but a shadow of regret flickered across his face. “Liam, it's not as simple as that. And you cannot compare your situation to mine.” Liam's fists clenched at his sides, struggling to control his emotions.Liam became furious upon his words seeing that Alpha Eskaal was not willing to listen to him. He wanted to make sure that Eskaal would bring Meagia back to him which he was not going to do. “Don't you dare play games with me, Eskaal! My daughter's happiness is at stake here.”Eskaal calmly spoke to him knowing that he was trying to make him feel bad. The beta Liam was already under suspect for him the way he had been acting the whole time. “I understand your anger, but you deserve to hear the full sto
[Eskaal’s pov]In the dimness of the light of my room, I paced back and forth, the weight of my words heavy on my shoulders. I couldn't help but replay the tense encounter with Beta Liam over and over again in my mind. Had my words been enough to sway him, or had I only succeeded in further fanning the flames of his anger?I gazed out of the window, my thoughts drifting to Clara. I knew what I had to do – not just for my own sake, but for hers as well. I needed to ensure that the truth about my feelings reached every corner of the town. That Clara and I were not merely swept up in a clandestine affair, but that our bond was something much deeper, much older.Knowing that Clara might be involved with my father in Meagia’s kidnapping. She was obsessed with me and I was well aware that she could go through drastic lengths to ensure that I would love her. And that could only make sense if she was the one who gave out Meagia’s information to lycan king Kaldir. A heavy sigh escaped my lips
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows that stretched across the road as Rancel's car pulled to a stop at the edge of the forest. She glanced around, her eyes darting cautiously, before she slipped out of the car. In her hand, she held a silver dagger, its glint an ominous reminder of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. The darkness of the forest loomed before her, a gateway to the realm of mystery and uncertainty. The vampires. Every rustle of leaves and every whisper of the wind seemed to carry secrets that sent shivers down her spine. She knew she had to be cautious, every step could bring her closer to either her death or closer to danger. With her grip firm on the dagger, Rancel stepped forward, her footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees above, casting eerie patterns on the ground. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of fear and the greed driving her forward. As she ventured deeper into
The moon cast a gentle glow through the window, illuminating Zilver and Lily's bedroom as they sat on the edge of the bed, their expressions a mix of concern and uncertainty. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken worries as they contemplated the absence of their mutual dear member, Meagia.Zilver's brow furrowed as he broke the silence, his voice laden with worry. "Lily, it's been two months. We haven't heard anything from Meagia. No messages, no hints, nothing. It's as if she has disappeared in Kaldir’s kingdom intentionally. I have no clue if my sister is even alive or not. That bastard has blocked all the access inside the kingdom.”Lily's fingers traced patterns on the comforter, her gaze distant as she sighed softly. "I know, Zilver. It's... it's not like her at all. She has always been resourceful, and knowing that she is carrying a child Meagia must have been careful. If she wanted to be found, she would have left some trace, some sign. Or perhaps she has somehow accept
In the grand hall of the castle, King Kaldir sat upon his ornate throne, an air of regal indifference surrounding him. The hall was illuminated in the warm glow of torchlight, casting flickering shadows on the marble columns and intricate carvings that adorned the walls. A gentle hum of courtly chatter resonated through the air as nobles and advisers mingled, their polished attire a stark contrast to the rugged stone and heavy wooden beams. The Lycan King Kaldir, however, seemed aloof to the world around him. His broad shoulders were adorned with a crimson robe that flowed down to the marble floor, its intricate golden embroidery glinting in the light. In his hand, he cradled a wine chalice, the deep red liquid within catching the torchlight and shimmering like a gemstone. The king's sleek black hair cascaded down his shoulders, framing a face that bore the weight of both age and authority. His brow was furrowed ever so slightly, as if he wrestled with matters of state even in moment
The cosy house was filled with the warm glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. Clara sat on the plush sofa, her fingers gently tracing the delicate patterns on an embroidered pillow while waiting for someone. Cinhard, her brother, leaned against the windowsill, his gaze fixed on the distant hills that framed their pack.Clara cleared her throat softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. "Cinhard," she began, her voice gentle, "I have been meaning to ask...what are your plans for the future?"Cinhard turned his gaze from the hills to meet Clara's eyes, his expression thoughtful. He walked over and took a seat in the armchair across from her. "Well, Clara, you know how it is," he said with a sigh. "Our lives have been a series of adventures, tending to the pack needs, thirst for power and finding ways to get the highest position."Clara's lips curved into a small smile, her eyes meeting him with understanding. "Yes, I do understand that Ci
In the grand hall of the vampire kingdom, an air of regal elegance hung thick in the air. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries depicting centuries of vampiric history, and the ceiling was an intricate mosaic of stars and moonlight. At the heart of the hall, an imposing obsidian throne stood, its edges carved with intricate designs that spoke of power and authority.Upon the throne sat the queen, a figure of dark beauty and commanding presence. Her gown cascaded like a river of shadows, and her obsidian crown glinted with the promise of dominion. Her eyes, a hypnotic shade of crimson, surveyed the hall with a combination of authority and intrigue.To her side stood a male vampire, tall and equally formidable. He exuded an air of loyalty as his gaze remained fixed on the queen, awaiting her attention. "Conner," the queen's voice resonated, a melodic blend of authority and allure, "Speak. What news do you bring me?"Conner, the male vampire, bowed his head respectfully before ad
Beta Liam, the man paced around with an air of concern, paces around his cosy living room. The warm glow of table lamps casts a comfortable ambiance, contrasting with his restless demeanour. He glances at his wristwatch impatiently.The front door creaks open, and Rancel, a woman in her late twenties, enters. She was dressed casually, her hair slightly dishevelled. Her eyes meet Liam's, who immediately stops pacing.Liam was trying to sound calm. “Hey, Rancel. You're finally back.” Rancel avoided his gaze momentarily before meeting his eyes with a smile that didn't quite reach them.Rancel displayed disinterest but still apologised. “Yeah. Sorry, I have been caught up with a lot of things. Liam's eyes narrowed slightly, his concern turning into suspicion.He became skeptical after hearing her words. “A lot of things, huh? It's been days, Rancel. You disappeared without a word. Where were you? What have you been doing?”Rancel's smile wavered, and she shifted uncomfortably on her feet.
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