Elixir’s POV
"You have to eat something," Soren said, his voice calm but firm, like he was talking to a stubborn child. He gestured to the plate of food he’d placed on the bedside table earlier. "You’ve been through a lot. You’ll need your strength."
I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the food but unable to stomach the thought of eating. My throat felt tight, my chest hollow. Everything that had happened was too much, too fast.
Three men.. no, three Alpha's had taken me from the woods and brought me here, claiming I was part of some prophecy. It sounded ridiculous, like something out of a bad story, and yet… my body still ached from the transformation I couldn’t explain. The symbol, their words, the way my very essence had responded, it was all too real.
"Who even are you people?" I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse.
The dark-haired one with an air of authority that made the room feel ten degrees colder, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze piercing. "I’m Lucian. This is Soren, and over there is Ewen." He nodded toward the other two men.
Soren gave me a small, almost reassuring smile. Ewen just stared, his calm demeanor somehow more unnerving than Lucian’s intensity.
"Why did you take me?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. "I didn’t ask for this. Whatever this is."
Lucian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. "We didn’t take you for fun, if that’s what you’re thinking. You’re here because you’re the chosen one."
"The chosen one?" I echoed, my voice laced with disbelief. "You can’t be serious."
Soren exchanged a glance with Ewen before stepping closer to the bed. "It’s not a joke. There’s a prophecy, passed down through generations. It speaks of a queen who will unite the divided packs and bring peace to our kind. Without her, there will only be chaos and bloodshed."
I let out a hollow laugh, the sound foreign to my ears. "And you think that’s me? Look at me! I’m nothing but a half-breed. I don’t belong to your kind or the humans. I’m cursed, abandoned by my own people and left to rot in the woods. How the hell could I be anyone’s queen?"
The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and jagged. My stepmother’s face flashed in my mind, her disgusted sneer as she stood before the council, condemning me as a monster. My stepsister’s triumphant smirk as the flames licked at my skin.
Lucian’s gaze softened, but his voice remained firm. "You may see yourself as a curse, but the prophecy doesn’t lie. You’ve already proven it, your reaction to the symbol. No one else could have survived such painful transformation."
"I didn’t survive," I shot back, my voice trembling. "I broke. I became something else, something cursed."
"Enough," Ewen said, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He uncrossed his arms and stepped forward, his calm tone carrying a weight that demanded attention. "We’re not here to argue about what you think you are. The fact remains, you’re here now. You’re part of this, whether you like it or not."
I flinched at his words, my stomach twisting into knots.
"Why would you want me as your queen anyway?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can’t even protect myself. You saw how easily those rogues overpowered me."
Lucian stepped closer, his towering presence making the air feel heavier. "You’ll have us to protect you. To guide you. You’re not in this alone."
"And what’s the catch?" I asked bitterly. "There’s always a catch."
Soren’s expression softened, and he knelt beside the bed, meeting my eyes. "The prophecy doesn’t just say you’ll unite the packs. It also says you’ll be bonded to three Alpha's, our fates are tied to yours. We’re your mates, Elixir."
The air was sucked from the room. My heart pounded in my chest, my skin cold as ice. "What?"
Lucian folded his arms, his face unreadable. "You heard him. You’re destined to be ours. All three of us."
I shook my head, backing away until my back hit the headboard. "No. No way. That’s insane. You can’t just… claim me like that."
Ewen sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "We’re not asking you to decide right now. But you need to think about it. This isn’t just about you, or us. It’s about everyone, the packs, the prophecy, the future."
Soren placed a hand on my knee, his touch surprisingly gentle. "We’ll give you time to process this. We don’t want to force you into anything."
I stared at them, my mind racing. They didn’t understand. How could they? They saw a prophecy, a queen, a savior. All I saw was a scared, broken girl who didn’t belong anywhere.
"We’ll leave you to rest," Soren said softly, standing and motioning for the others to follow.
Lucian hesitated, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he turned and walked toward the door. Ewen was the last to leave, pausing to glance back at me with an expression I couldn’t read.
When the door clicked shut, the silence was deafening.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts churned. “Queen. Mate. Prophecy” It all sounded so grand, so impossible.
But the weight of their words lingered. If it was true, if I really was the chosen one, what did that mean for me? For them?
I curled up under the blanket, my body trembling as exhaustion pulled at me. Despite my racing mind, sleep eventually claimed me.
The dream came swiftly, vivid and overwhelming.
I stood in a clearing bathed in silver light, the full moon hanging low in the sky. The air shimmered with energy, and a figure emerged from the shadows, ethereal, otherworldly, with eyes that seemed to pierce my very soul.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice small.
The figure smiled, a serene and knowing expression. "I am Selene, the messenger of the Moon Goddess."
I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
"You are stronger than you believe, Elixir," Selene said, her voice like a melody. "You were not abandoned; you were chosen. Your pain, your struggles, they have shaped you for the path ahead."
"I’m not strong," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "I’m broken. I don’t belong anywhere."
Selene stepped closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. The touch sent warmth coursing through me, soothing and invigorating all at once.
"You belong here" she said firmly. "You are destined to save them, to save yourself. Embrace your fate, Elixir. Accept the bond. Unite the packs. You are the light in the darkness."
The world around me began to fade, her words echoing in my mind.
I jolted awake, my heart pounding, her voice still ringing in my ears.
"Accept the bond," I whispered to the empty room, the weight of her message sinking in.
The question that had hauntedme since the beginning lingered in the air.
“Could I really be what they needed me to be?”
Elixir’s POVThe full moon loomed high above, its silver glow casting long shadows across the room where I sat, hands clenched tightly in my lap. My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of my decision sank in. I had agreed to something that seemed impossible just days ago: to become their queen.The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, Soren and Ewen followed, their faces a mix of curiosity and calm calculation. Despite their different demeanors, there was an unspoken intensity in the room that made it hard to breathe.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian asked, his voice low and firm. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on mine.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m sure.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but my resolve remained firm. “If this is what it takes to bring peace and… to belong, then yes.”Soren stepped forward, his expression softer. “You’re braver than you think, Elixir. But this isn
Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.Ever since my father’s death, my life had become a cruel caricature of the promises he made me believe in. “Elixir, my love,” he used to say, “you’re destined for greatness. You’re special.” Those words were now a distant memory, buried under the weight of his widow’s cruelty.*Flashback begins*His breathing was labored, every exhale sounding like it would be his last. I sat by his bedside, clutching his frail hand in mine. My stepm
Elixir’s POVThe woods had become my prison and my refuge. For three years, I had wandered these endless trees, my only companions the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting an eerie glow over the forest floor as I scoured for food. Hunger clawed at my insides like a restless beast, but the ache was familiar. Survival in exile was nothing new.Three years. That’s how long it had been since the day I was cast out, burned in the most literal and figurative sense. My stepmother and Amaya had been the first to call me a monster, their screams fueling the pack’s rage. It hadn’t mattered that I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My half-shifted form, the raw, untamed power surging through me, had been enough for them to judge me unworthy of the pack.So here I was, nothing more than a shadow of the girl I used to be, wandering the edges of a world that no longer wanted me.I tightened the tattered cloak around my should
Lucian’s POVThe soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in my head. I paced back and forth, each step a futile attempt to shake off the tension coiling tighter in my chest."What the hell were we thinking?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. My boots scuffed against the wooden floor as I turned sharply, my eyes darting to the unconscious girl lying on the bed.Soren sat beside her, his chin resting on his hand, studying her face like she was some rare artifact. Meanwhile, Ewen leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression as unreadable as ever. The man could remain calm in the middle of a damn hurricane, and it drove me crazy."Lucian," Ewen said, his voice steady and deliberate, "if you don’t stop pacing, I swear to the gods, I’ll tie you to that chair."I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. "How the hell are you so calm right now? We don’t even know if she’s the
Elixir’s POVThe full moon loomed high above, its silver glow casting long shadows across the room where I sat, hands clenched tightly in my lap. My heart thudded in my chest as the reality of my decision sank in. I had agreed to something that seemed impossible just days ago: to become their queen.The door creaked open, and Lucian stepped inside, his expression as unreadable as ever. Behind him, Soren and Ewen followed, their faces a mix of curiosity and calm calculation. Despite their different demeanors, there was an unspoken intensity in the room that made it hard to breathe.“You’re sure about this?” Lucian asked, his voice low and firm. He crossed his arms, his dark eyes fixed on mine.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I’m sure.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt, but my resolve remained firm. “If this is what it takes to bring peace and… to belong, then yes.”Soren stepped forward, his expression softer. “You’re braver than you think, Elixir. But this isn
Elixir’s POV"You have to eat something," Soren said, his voice calm but firm, like he was talking to a stubborn child. He gestured to the plate of food he’d placed on the bedside table earlier. "You’ve been through a lot. You’ll need your strength."I sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at the food but unable to stomach the thought of eating. My throat felt tight, my chest hollow. Everything that had happened was too much, too fast.Three men.. no, three Alpha's had taken me from the woods and brought me here, claiming I was part of some prophecy. It sounded ridiculous, like something out of a bad story, and yet… my body still ached from the transformation I couldn’t explain. The symbol, their words, the way my very essence had responded, it was all too real."Who even are you people?" I finally managed to ask, my voice hoarse.The dark-haired one with an air of authority that made the room feel ten degrees colder, stepped forward. His movements were deliberate, his gaze piercing. "
Lucian’s POVThe soft crackle of the fireplace was the only sound in the room, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in my head. I paced back and forth, each step a futile attempt to shake off the tension coiling tighter in my chest."What the hell were we thinking?" I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. My boots scuffed against the wooden floor as I turned sharply, my eyes darting to the unconscious girl lying on the bed.Soren sat beside her, his chin resting on his hand, studying her face like she was some rare artifact. Meanwhile, Ewen leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed and his expression as unreadable as ever. The man could remain calm in the middle of a damn hurricane, and it drove me crazy."Lucian," Ewen said, his voice steady and deliberate, "if you don’t stop pacing, I swear to the gods, I’ll tie you to that chair."I glared at him, my fists clenching at my sides. "How the hell are you so calm right now? We don’t even know if she’s the
Elixir’s POVThe woods had become my prison and my refuge. For three years, I had wandered these endless trees, my only companions the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting an eerie glow over the forest floor as I scoured for food. Hunger clawed at my insides like a restless beast, but the ache was familiar. Survival in exile was nothing new.Three years. That’s how long it had been since the day I was cast out, burned in the most literal and figurative sense. My stepmother and Amaya had been the first to call me a monster, their screams fueling the pack’s rage. It hadn’t mattered that I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My half-shifted form, the raw, untamed power surging through me, had been enough for them to judge me unworthy of the pack.So here I was, nothing more than a shadow of the girl I used to be, wandering the edges of a world that no longer wanted me.I tightened the tattered cloak around my should
Elixir’s Point Of View The moon hung heavy in the velvet sky, a silent spectator to my misery. Its silvery light streamed through the cracks in my attic window, illuminating the meager space I called a room. The scent of damp wood and dust filled the air, clinging to my skin as I sat on the creaking mattress. My body ached from the day’s work, scrubbing floors, hauling firewood, and preparing meals for people who barely acknowledged my existence. I was exhausted, but not just physically. My soul felt tired, like an overworked thread fraying at the edges.Ever since my father’s death, my life had become a cruel caricature of the promises he made me believe in. “Elixir, my love,” he used to say, “you’re destined for greatness. You’re special.” Those words were now a distant memory, buried under the weight of his widow’s cruelty.*Flashback begins*His breathing was labored, every exhale sounding like it would be his last. I sat by his bedside, clutching his frail hand in mine. My stepm