[Eskaal’s pov]I crouched in the shadows of the towering trees that marked the border of the Lycan kingdom. The moon hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie silver glow over the land. The weight of my mission pressed heavily on my shoulders, but the knowledge that Meagia was safe gave me a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. I was ready to get her back!My fingers brushed the hilt of the concealed dagger at my side, a reassuring reminder of the danger that lay ahead. Insider information was my greatest asset; a carefully woven web of alliances and secrets had granted me access to knowledge that few dared to possess. The Lycans were formidable creatures, proud and fierce, but my contacts had assured me of Meagia's well-being. She was alive, hidden away from the wolven territories that threatened our existence. As I peered into the heart of the Lycan territory, my mind raced with plans and contingencies. I knew that brute force wasn't the answer, a war with the lycan king would on
[Meagia’s pov]As we were riding bustling market square seemed to hum with life as I walked among the vibrant stalls, the sun's warm embrace casting a golden glow over the scene. Bags laden with gowns swung from my arms, their contents a testament to the ordinary tasks that filled my days. But my thoughts were far from the mundane, caught in the enigmatic words of the old woman who had crossed my path.The memory played in my mind like a broken record, her voice piercing through the clamour of the market: "Behold the gift from the goddess, the shining star among us!" The urgency in her tone had been palpable, her eyes locked onto mine as if she held some truth that I was yet to discover.A frown creased my brow as I hurriedly looked through the throngs of people, the scent of fresh produce mingling with the aromatic spices that filled the air. What did the woman mean? I had no illusions of grandeur; my life was simple, my pursuits modest. The idea that I could be anything more than a
“Argh! I cannot…..please, someone help me.” Meagia, feeling the intensity of labor pains, clenches her fists and takes deep breaths. Just as the pain becomes overwhelming, Kaldir rushes into the room, his eyes filled with concern. “Help! Fuck! Someone help me. Argh!” He quickly grabs his phone and dials the midwife's number, his voice hurried as he explains the situation. Meagia finds solace in Kaldir's presence, knowing that he will do everything he can to ensure a safe delivery. Together, they eagerly await the arrival of their little one, but for different reasons.The midwife checks up on Meagia and excitedly informs Kaldir that the baby is on its way. “My lord, I need some towels and other items to deliver the baby. The child is due and so is the pregnancy.” She requests some wet towels to assist with the delivery. Kaldir, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, rushes to gather the towels, making sure everything is prepared for the arrival of their little one. Meagia, feeli
The room that had been suffused with warmth suddenly grew tense as Meagia's expression shifted from one of love and contentment to a mix of confusion and distress. Her grip on the baby tightened involuntarily, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Kaldir."Kaldir," her voice quivered, "why did you do it?" Her words were barely more than a whisper, but they hung heavy in the air. She became terrified upon seeing alpha Eskaal’s body laying lifelessly on the floor. The wound was fatal and he might not have survived.Kaldir's heart sank, his gaze locking onto hers, the weight of her accusation hitting him like a physical blow. He felt a knot tighten in his chest, his own eyes clouded with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. "Meagia," he began, his voice strained, "there are things... things you don't understand.""No!" Meagia's voice rose, laced with anger and fear. "I saw it, Kaldir. I saw you. I saw you taking Eskaal's life." Her hands trembled, and she held their baby girl closer, as if seeki
The room was shrouded in shadows, lit only by the soft glow of flickering candles. Kaldir, the dangerous looking lycan king and imposing figure dressed in regal robes, stood at the centre of the room. His face was a mask of anger and disgust as he gazed down at the lifeless body of Eskaal, Meagia’s former mate, lying on the cold marble floor.Kaldir spoke while snarling, as he held the child in his hand. “This treacherous wretch dared to defy me within the very walls of my sanctuary? How dare he even come here?” Kaldir's eyes narrowed, and his voice carried the weight of authority.Kaldir yelled while raising his hand. “Guards! To me!” The heavy chamber doors swung open, and two burly guards, dressed in ornate armour, rushed in, their swords drawn.One of the guard spoke in a hushed tone. “My lord, what has happened?” Kaldir responded with disgust while pointing at Eskaal's lifeless body. “That, right there! The snake, Eskaal, thought he could challenge my authority. He paid for his b
[Meagia’s pov]I had no idea when Eskaal had arrived in the Lycan Kingdom. His presence, now etched into the chronicles of lycan world’s history, remained a baffling enigma to me. It was as if he had materialised out of thin air, a mistake destined to unravel the delicate balance that had long held the lycan kingdom’s boundaries together.The whispers in the court had been rife with speculation about his origins. Some claimed he was here with an army to slay all the lycans, Kaldir claimed that he started to attack from distant lands when he stumbled upon the border. Others insisted he was a killer who slayed a big ratio of lycans, an insane alpha who was seeking to undermine the throne.For me, the truth remained elusive, told by others, shrouded in the darkness of uncertainty. All I knew was that his arrival had brought turmoil, casting a shadow over the once-peaceful lycan realm. And as I wept for the love I had lost, I couldn't help but wonder if his presence had indeed been a grie
The dimly lit lounge of Zilver's house was filled with tension. The soft glow of a few strategically placed lamps casted long shadows across the room. Zilver, the lycan king, in his mid-20s with a rugged charm and piercing blue eyes, paces back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. He was wearing a tailored suit, but his dishevelled appearance betrays the turmoil within. His fingers tapped nervously against his thigh as he contemplated the recent events involving alpha Eskaal, the close friend and brother-in-law, who had been targeted in a brutal attack. Zilver's mind had raced, his thoughts jumbled like a tangled web. He had recalled the cryptic messages and ominous warnings that had preceded the assault, and his determination to uncover the truth had consumed him. He had taken a deep breath, trying to clear his mind, but it had been no use. Zilver spoke while whispering to himself. “Eskaal... What's happened to you?” He had stopped at a window, staring out into the inky d
The soft morning light spills into Clara's elegantly furnished bedroom, casting a warm glow on the floral-patterned wallpaper and antique furniture. Clara, the woman who was still unaware about the news, sat with flowing auburn hair and delicate features, sitting at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup. Her reflection in the ornate mirror displayed a calm facade, but her eyes betrayed the hint of unease that has lingered in her heart for days. The air in the room seems heavy with anticipation, as if the world outside knew something Clara doesn't. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a tall, solemn butler named James stepped inside, his face etched with grief.James walked inside and informed with his voice trembling. “Miss Clara, there's... there's something I need to tell you.” Clara stopped her meticulous makeup application, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to face James, her eyes wide with concern.Clara looked at him, totally concerned. “James, what's wrong? You look