Leah’s POVMy earbuds are stuck deep in my ears. I am listening to my music, nodding my head and almost dancing. But despite my loud music, l hear a loud commotion coming from outside. Unsure if I am hearing right, I pull out my ear pods and the noise increases. From my bedroom window, I can see my mother's convoy approaching. Immediately they arrive, the guards start filing out of the car and I noticed that they are tensed up. I wonder what is happening that makes them so tense- their formations tighter than usual and they stand at attention. I am still trying to figure out what is happening when I see Alora. Wow! See who is tired of running from home. My dear sister, bound in silver chains, bleeding because of the spikes on the chain that drags and tears her skin aggressively as she walksFrom the way she is reacting that can tell that it is pure silver and the chains are huge with so much spikes around them her body is all bloodedI rush downstairs, my heart pounding with a mix of
"Harry!" Mother screams- she is no longer as calm as before. Most of the time, mummy confuses me- I cannot tell you she likes daddy if she hates him. She runs to him as the guards pull him away from Alora. There is red all over his skin now- forming chain marks where the chain had touched himI stand there, rooted to the spot, watching. How everything is turning chaotic. Lucas is now fighting against his chains again, trying to reach both Alora and Father. Mother is already screaming at the guard- she is giving them orders to do something immediately. She is demanding they fetch the healer. And Alora... Alora had finally lifted her head completely, and she is staring into my eyes… she looks different. It is as if she doesn't hate me. She is not angry at me. But… but she pities me. Pity? Who should be in the position to pity each other. It should be me having pity on her! I fold my hands in anger, temporarily forgetting the situation on groundI turned away first- even though I am ang
Hours has passed since Alora's return. It is night and I cannot sleep properly. Mother has not really told me where she found her, and the circumstances surrounding it. Every time I close my eyes, I see Lucas's face - not looking at me with love, but staring at my sister with such love and devotion it makes me sick. I roll over in my bed, grabbing my phone to look at King Alonso's picture again. There is a news on the internet saying that the search for Alora should stop- I think he knows that Alora is here and I wonder what he will do next. I wish I can have him for myself- he's a very fine man… his facial features…. They make me want to touch myself in a very unholy way Show me it is morning and my wolf is eager- she wants to make sure that everything is handled. I decide it's time to pay Alora a visit. The silver chains have weakened her significantly which is very good, but I wonder why she needs that amount of chains and spikes to bind her down- it's not like she is such a stron
I need to deal with Lucas. I find him in the gardens, where he's allowed limited supervision and limited time. He's looking toward the dungeons, probably thinking about Alora. Rubbish. By the time I am done with hom, he will be crawling and begging me for mercy"What are you doing?" I ask, making him jump. He looks at me but he does not say anything. "You know, I just thought of your sister, Emma. She is growing up to be a fine woman..."His head snaps toward me. "Leave her out of this,” he growls"Why should I? She's such a sweet girl. Sixteen, right? Or twelve? I don't know, but I know she just joined the young wolves club," I roll my eyes casually. "It would be a shame if something happened to her. A random rogue attack, perhaps? An accident? Wolves can be so unpredictable...""You wouldn't dare," he growls, but I see the fear in his eyes and I know that his voice shakes a little"Try me and see" I smile. "Now, about our engagement announcement? Should it be next week…?”"I'll neve
Alpha Harry's POVMy heart shatters into a million pieces when I see my daughter in chains. My precious Alora, bound in silver, her skin torn and bleeding, looking like she's been through hell and back. The guards are everywhere, their formations are so tense, it makes me worry about Alora, but I barely notice their presence. All I can see is my little girl- the one who I have so neglected"My little girl," I whisper, the words escaping before I can stop them. My feet move of their own accord, carrying me toward her despite the guards' warnings about the silver. I push past them like they're made of nothing. Nothing matters except reaching my daughter.The moment I wrap my arms around her, the silver burns into my flesh. The pain is excruciating - worse than I remember from my stronger days when my wolf was still responsive. But I don't care. I hold her tighter, pulling her disorganised hair and head against my chest, feeling her tears dropping slowly and painfully on my skin"Alora"
King Alonso's POVI sit on my throne, absentmindedly flipping through the report book as I listen to Beta Leo's daily report. I just let my eyes hover over the pages for a small moment only to see if what Leo is saying aligns with what the book is saying. As a Lycan king, I should feel more at ease now that the kingdom is experiencing a rare moment of small peace, but something keeps nagging at the back of my mind…"The rogue wolf attacks have decreased by seventy percent in the past few days," Leo says, thank God he has not left any funny comments since he started reading from his scroll. "The border patrols report only two minor incidents, both handled without casualties on our side,” I can hear a bit of pride in his voice as he talks.I nod, my enhanced Lycan senses picking up the subtle changes in Leo's scent that indicate he's holding something back. We've been friends since childhood, and I know all his gestures- when he is hiding something or not. "Stop choking on it, Leo. Wha
Alpha Harry's POVThe silver burns never stop hurting. I lie in my bed as always, staring at the damn ceiling. By now I don't think its colour would ever get out of my head. I have counted the box designs on it like a million times now and I know for sure that there are sixty thousand, a hundred and eleven box designs on it. The counting has become like a ritual- a life saving attempt to focus on anything but the searing agony that is always flowing through my veins. Now I am counting again, even though I am sure of the numbers. My arms are wrapped in thick bandages- new ones because it keeps pouring out smelly liquid. The bandage that was so white when put initially has not done yellow and smelly. I wonder how Agatha manages to even stand me now. The worst part is that, it is not only my hands that are affected- I have injuries on my stomach, my legs, almost everywhere in my bodyMy body is always covered and wrapped in a place, but the pain seeps through anyway. Sometimes I wonder
Alpha Harry’s POVMy legs feel like they're made of jelly, trembling under my weight as I force myself to stand. My efforts are futile, because the first step I take sends me falling to the ground like an ant hill crashing down under the weight of a tractor. I fall close to the table by the bed. As I fall, I scatter medicine bottles and bandages across the floor, the glass containers rolling away with soft clicking sounds against the ground, some breaking and spilling medicine on the ground violently."Alpha Harry!" A guard rushes in, probably stationed outside my door as usual. He has this look I am used to- the one of pity and disgust all mixed together to form one expression. "You shouldn't be standing, the doctors say…""Get out," I growl, but it is not a growl because it sounds more like a wheeze- a pathetic wheeze, not even a good one. When he hesitates, I show my teeth with a hissing sound- now human teeth now, but still enough to make him back away. The effort makes black spot
Lucas's POVAcross the room, Alora starts screaming. It is a shrill scream that almost blocks the ears of everyone here if not some. The guards holding her falter, momentarily distracted by her screaming and they almost leave her to focus on closing their ears shut to prevent them from blocking "Lucas!" she screams, my name in her growling. This is the first coherent word she has spoken since I entered the room.Her eyes meet mine, and I see nothing but tears in them now. Tears and rage. She wants all of this to end. She is tired. Her gaze drops to the blood running down my face, and I can see her fangs extend. I am in shock. She doesn't have a functioning wolf, how come her fangs are extending? This is the second time she is acting abnormal for her standing. For an omega wolf… she has been displaying a lot of strange things "Don't touch him," she snarls, her voice getting deeper and the guards almost leave her alone. I am very sure that they remember the last time she reacted to Ag
Lucas's POVNow it is my turn to hold her down. I can't possibly do what Agatha is telling me to do… How am I supposed to…? I am thinking of several ways in which I can play this off without getting into trouble and without getting Alora into deeper shit. I don't want to be part of this evil thing that Agatha is trying to prove to the pack members- that Alora is an uncontrollable wolf who needs a male figurehead- no matter how toxic and perverted- to control herSo instead I stare at her, my heart pounding. I start to think of a way to escape this situation without actually hurting her or looking suspicious to Agatha. Alora keeps fighting and growling. At this point in time, with how much she is in distress, she would not even listen to the moon goddess herself- not to talk of meAgatha's suspicious eyes are on me. I know that she is searching for any sign of deception- I know she does not completely believe that I am on her side. It surprises me on how simply she just took my lies.
Lucas’s POVLeah nods, but even the blind can see that she doesn't want to leave me behind. "Don't move from this spot," she orders me like I am so sort of puppy that she own. "I'll be right back."As she is going, she turns back again. “Wait! I need to make sure of that,” she brings out a similar cuffs to the one that she put on my neck before. But this one is for the hand and she cuffs me. “This is silver and there's a tracker in it. I don't wish to be harsh but, you can change your mind and I want to be the one that will help you bring it back”With that done, she hurries away, following the messenger. As soon as she disappears from my side, I move.Not toward the great hall. Not toward the exit. But in the direction the messenger came from. Toward the sounds of commotion. Toward Alora. I don't know what I'm going to do there, but I'm going to do somethingThe silver collar is not something that can go on notice to period it is on my hand. My father's voice echoes in my mind- “si
Chapter 92Luca's POVLeah takes the leash off my neck- stwp one in actually winning this game if I use my head well. "Come," she says, taking my hand. "Mother arranged for us to have special seats. Right at the front."I follow her outsidw of the door and as soon as I step out, I make suee to take a deep breath. I have not been outside for a pretty long timeMy cell is in a separate wing of the main pack house, isolated from the common areas. It has a reason why it is called an isolated cell- a type of cell build so that the prisoner would have a deep thinking about what they did. Three guards stand at attention at the end of the hall, nodding respectfully to Leah as we approach. “Good day, Lady. Good day, lady,” theay all geat her anr Leah act like ahe is deaf in the ears because she does not act like she heard them greet her"I'm escorting the prisoner,” she looks at me. “Lucas to the ceremony," she corrects herself as she informs them. Just incase mother asks. But it is by her o
Luca's POVIt takes every ounce of my willpower not to recoil. Her lips are soft. I hate that I notice that her lips are soft. But they are demanding, her hands clutching at my shoulders, dragging my hair. She tastes like fish and desperation. My wolf is going bunkers, screaming, gagging, demanding thar I push this false mate away. “Why would you lwt this happen!?” he growls. “Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!” he screams. “Just take a chill pill!” I try to convince him despite my irritation too. I am going bunkers myself, but I force myself to respond to Leah's lips- if I have to pretend, the. i should do it well and get the best result there is. I force myself to cup the back of her head, to make a sound of pleasure that I don't feel. It os irritating, but I do it anyway When I finally pull back, Leah's eyes are shinning, her breathing rapid. She looks at me like I'm a prize she's finally won. "I've waited so long for that," she whispers. Then slowly, I see her face begin to redden. I think s
Lucas's POVShe steps closer, close enough that I can smell her smell of her desire and it makes my stomach turn."You, of course," she whispers. "Once Alora is bound to Alpha Leo, there's nothing keeping us apart. Mother has already agreed that after the ceremony, you'll be released into my care. As my mate, then our wedding preparations will start “The arrangement is so absurd I almost laugh, but the deadly seriousness in her eyes stops me. She truly believes this. She truly believes that I will allow myself to be married to her?"Alora is dangerous," Leah continues, switching her useless manipulative tactics when she sees my expression. "You haven't seen her. The heat has made her wild, uncontrollable. She even attacked a guard. She could hurt herself or others. Alpha Leo is the only one strong enough to handle her now, can't you see?"Alpha Leo is ten times her age," I growl. "He is a predator. Everyone knows this!”Leah waves a dismissive hand. "He is a respected Alpha from a s
Lucas's POVI am ready for the drama that I am going to actBut instead of heavy boots hitting the ground, I hear light graceful clicking of heels just towards my door. This should be someone different and unexpectedI quickly throw the rest of the ceremonial clothes on top of the bed and I position myself behind the door. The broken spoon's jagged is still with me. I don't know what this new plan is, but I will sure make it jell for them. At least one werewolf must go downThe silver lock clicks with a small noise and the door opens up. I take a pose, ready to strike. But this is not a guard or an ordinary servant. O know because of the scent that rushes into my nose- a familiar perfume mixed with sweat and royaltyIt is LeahI see her as she steps into the room, and I freeze in surprise. Someway, somehow, she is the last person I expected.She's alone. No guards. No backup. She is not scared of me. And she looks... different. Disheveled. Her usually perfect appearance is in in slig
Lucas's POVOf course she does. Agatha wants me to watch as Alora is bound forever to another. She knows I was originally bound to Alora and she knows I have not moved past my feelings for her. So she wants me to witness my own personal hell. I hate that woman so much. Of tables were turned, no I would not kill her- I am not built like that, instead I would give her a a million years of hard community service so that she can atone for all the wickedness she has done in this world"What did they do to her… Alora?" I demand, stepping closer to the guard. "What is that scent?""I don't ask questions," he replies, but his eyes move towards the direction of the door "And if you're smart, neither will you. Curiousity kills, Sir Lucas.""It's killing her." I think aloud. "Whatever are giving her to trigger this heat …it's too strong. It could damage her system permanently. What do they want from her!? Have they not done enough!?”The guard still does not look at my face. "I will give you th
Lucas's POVI wake to the blood in my mouth, fog in my eyes, ringing in my ears and a pounding in my skull that feels like a hammer hitting inside of my forehead. My head is pressed against the floo, and for a moment, I can't remember anythin- including the reason why I am on the ground"Get up," my wolf growls inside my head. "Something iss happening."I push myself to my knees, groaning at the pain I feel all over my body including my teeth . “How long was I unconscious?” I want to say along but it is as if my tongue is tiedThe scent that send me unconscious before hits me again -Alora's heat- it is still lingering in the air. But it is stronger now. It is more wrong. Why is it too sweet and too intense, like someone took her natural fragrance and twisted into this hideous smell. My body reacts immediately - my pupils are dilating, heart racing, blood rushing to my dick despite my disgust at myself. I am aroused"Oh goddess, what is happening to me," I mutter, forcing myself to st