Claudia
"Why her?!"
The words reached my ears before I even realized I was eavesdropping. I froze mid-step, the pail of water in my hands tilting precariously as I strained to hear more. The Alpha’s deep voice rumbled through the wooden walls of the great hall, its authority unmistakable.
“She’s the eldest,” another voice replied, calm and measured. Likely Beta Rhys, the Alpha’s ever-loyal second-in-command. “Her lineage may not be pure, considering she's your illegitimate daughter but the alliance will outweigh her... deficiencies.”
My blood ran cold. What alliance? What deficiencies? I eased closer to the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. The sound of chairs scraping against the stone floor followed, as if someone had stood.
“This decision is final,” the Alpha said. “It’s for the good of the pack.”
A third voice chimed in, older and raspier, probably one of the elders. “She’s of age. What better use can she provide than to be a sacrifice for the good of our pack. The bride price they’ve offered will secure our borders and provide resources for the harsh winter ahead.”
Bride price? Sacrifice? My breath hitched. They couldn’t mean—
The bucket slipped from my grasp and hit the floor with a loud clang. Water splashed across the stone, and I winced as the voices inside fell silent.
“Who’s there?” the Alpha barked.
My heart pounded as I turned to run, but heavy footsteps approached too quickly. Beta Rhys was the first to step out, his sharp eyes narrowing as he spotted me.
“Claudia,” he said coldly, his tone dripping with disdain. “What are you doing here?”
“I—I was just passing through,” I stammered, backing away.
“Eavesdropping, more like.” The Alpha appeared behind him, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the hallway. His dark eyes bore into me, making it clear that I wasn’t getting away unharmed. He always had it in him to make a statement. A way to show me where I truly belong.
“Bring her in,” he commanded.
I tried to resist as Rhys grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. “Please,” I whispered, “I didn’t mean to—”
“Save your excuses,” Rhys snapped, dragging me into the room.
The great hall was colder than usual, the heat coming from the foyer doing little to chase away the chill. Three elders sat at the long table alongside the Alpha. Their eyes settled on me with a mixture of disdain and mild curiosity.
“What do we do with her now?” one elder asked.
“She’ll need to be punished,” Rhys suggested. “She knows better than to snoop where she doesn’t belong.”
I flinched as the Alpha’s gaze swept over me. He nodded in agreement. “A lesson must be taught.”
“Wait.” The eldest of the council raised his hand, his voice steady but firm. “A scratch cannot be seen on her body. The Bloodfang Pack arrives in three days to finalize the arrangement. They’ll expect her to be flawless.”
His words struck me like a physical blow. My knees went weak as realization dawned. Marriage. They wanted to marry me off.
“You’re giving me away?” My voice cracked, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Am I so useless that they are giving me up like a lamb being prepared for slaughter?
The Alpha’s gaze turned icy. “Mind your tongue, girl. You should consider yourself fortunate to serve the pack in this way.”
“Fortunate?” I let out a bitter laugh, my fear momentarily eclipsed by anger. “You treat me like a slave, and now you want to sell me off like a lamb?”
Rhys moved as if to strike me, but the elder’s warning held him back. “Careful,” the elder reminded him. “She must be presentable.”
I stared at the floor, my heart hammering in my chest. This was my life—a life of servitude, degradation, and now, being sold off to secure an alliance.
The Alpha’s voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. “You are dismissed. Return her to her duties until she is summoned for preparation.”
Rhys grabbed my arm again, his grip bruising as he led me out of the hall. The moment the door closed behind us, he shoved me forward, making me stumble.
“Know your place,” he growled before walking away.
I picked up the bucket I had dropped earlier, my hands trembling. My thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind as I made my way back to the servants’ quarters.
***
The small, windowless room I called home offered little comfort. It was a complete opposite to the luxurious chambers my stepsisters, Lyria and Talia, enjoyed. As the eldest daughter of the late Alpha’s mistress, I was little more than a stain on the pack’s reputation.
My mother, a mere Omega, had died giving birth to me. The current Luna, My father's wife, had taken me in grudgingly, only to turn me into a servant the moment I was old enough to carry a load. My stepsisters had inherited their mother’s beauty and grace, while I was left with nothing but the scorn of the pack and the endless slavery of household chores.
Now, they wanted to marry me off. The thought churned in my stomach like spoiled milk.
I scrubbed the kitchen floor mindlessly, the bucket of soapy water beside me growing cold. My stepsisters’ laughter echoed from the dining room as they feasted on roasted meat and honeyed bread. My own dinner would be scraps, as usual.
“Claudia!” Lyria’s shrill voice called out. “Where’s my gown? The red one!”
I clenched my teeth. “In your wardrobe, where you left it,” I muttered under my breath, though I didn’t dare say it loud enough for her to hear.
I finished scrubbing the floor and carried the bucket outside to empty it. The cool evening air stung my cheeks, but it did little to clear my racing thoughts. Marriage. To whom? And why me, of all people? The Bloodfang Pack was notorious for its ruthless warriors and cold-hearted Alpha. What sort of man would I be given to? A stranger? A monster? I shuddered at the possibilities. But then, what choice did I have? None. I never had a choice.
***
The next day, preparations began in earnest. I was summoned to the Luna’s chambers, where she stood with a seamstress, inspecting a gown of deep crimson velvet.
“This will do,” Vivian said, her tone devoid of warmth. She turned to me, her eyes raking over my figure with disdain. “Stand still, Claudia. Let her take your measurements.” I obeyed silently as the seamstress worked, her hands quick and impersonal.
“You’ll need to wash that hair,” she added, wrinkling her nose. “And see to it that your skin doesn’t look so...dull.”
I bit back a retort, knowing it would only make things worse. For the next two days, I was scrubbed, dressed, and paraded like a trophy. My stepsisters watched with smug amusement, their whispered taunts filling the air.
“Who’d have thought Claudia would be the one to marry first?” Talia sneered. “Though I suppose no one in this pack would have her.”
“Enough,” Luna Vivian snapped, though her eyes betrayed a glimmer of satisfaction. “This alliance will benefit us all. Do not forget that.” Their words stung, but I kept my head high. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me break.
The third day arrived far too quickly. As I stood in the great hall, dressed in the crimson gown, I felt more like a sacrificial lamb than a bride-to-be.
The Bloodfang Pack’s delegation arrived at midday, their presence commanding and intimidating. I tried to see if anyone if them would have the courtesy of showing up. It seemed their packs delegation was one of their elders. He introduced himself as Killian, the Alpha's Advisor. An imposing figure with a scar that ran from his brow to his jaw. His gaze settled on me, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
“So, this is the bride?” he said, his voice deep and laced with a hint of amusement.
The Alpha of our pack stepped forward, nodding. “This is Claudia, my eldest daughter. She will make a fine match for your heir.” I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. My future had been decided, and there was no escape. As Killian extended his hand toward me, I forced myself to meet his gaze. Whatever lay ahead, I would face it with the strength my mother had passed down to me.
“I was expecting more. Let's hope she wouldn't be a waste of our time.”
Claudia "So, this is what it feels like to be dressed like a lamb before slaughter," I muttered, staring at the reflection in the cracked mirror. For the first time in my life, I looked like a princess. A royal blue gown adorned with intricate silver embroidery hugged my figure, its hem brushing the floor like cascading waves. My hair was swept into an elegant bun, with tiny pearl pins catching the light. Even my hands, after all those years of scrubbing floors, were softened with scented oils.It was ironic, really. I was nothing more than the Alpha’s dirty little secret—his illegitimate daughter. Yet here I was, dressed as if I belonged to the very bloodline that scorned me.“Don’t slouch, Claudia,” came my stepmother’s shrill voice from the doorway. Her lips curled in a way that made my skin crawl. “You’ll embarrass us enough as it is.”I straightened my posture but said nothing. I’d learned long ago that my silence was the only thing keeping me from constant punishment. Lyria an
Claudia "This isn’t what I agreed to," I muttered under my breath as the car rumbled over the uneven road. Towering the gates of the Bloodfang estate loomed before us, massive and foreboding. I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what awaited me inside. I have never known anything outside the walls of my father's pack. I longed to see what it looked like, I yearned to be free. For years, I dreamed of leaving everything behind. It wasn’t a home—it was a cage, a place where I was constantly reminded of what I wasn’t: a daughter, a sister, a pack member. Now, I had finally escaped, but the freedom I craved felt like a distant illusion.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stealing a glance at the elder who had accompanied me. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his eyes fixed ahead. Not a word had been spoken between us since we departed.The Limo came to a halt, and I stepped out, my legs trembling beneath the weight of my gown. The Bloodfang estate was massive, its stone walls ca
Claudia “Stay back,” I warned, though my voice betrayed my fear. The rustling grew closer, and I backed up until I hit the door. My fingers fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape, but it wouldn’t budge. “Who’s there?” I asked again My voice trembled, betraying the confidence I tried to muster.“You should know,” he said, the edge in his tone sharp and cutting. “Or are you just as clueless as they said you’d be?” The voice was deep and raspy, slicing through the silence like a blade. I froze, my fist still midair. I hadn’t expected an answer—certainly not from inside the room. My breathing hitched as I turned, pressing my back against the door for support.I squinted into the suffocating darkness, but all I could see were shadows stretching endlessly. The faint rustle of movement echoed in the room, but it was impossible to pinpoint where it came from.“Are you... my husband?” I asked hesitantly, the words foreign and heavy on my tongue.A low chuckle emerged from the shadows, co
Claudia “In two weeks, I’ll be dead.”I blinked, the weight of his words rendering me momentarily speechless. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress, and I stared into the pitch-black room as if doing so would help me see him.“What did you just say?” I whispered, hoping I’d misheard.“You heard me,” he said, his voice void of emotion. “In two weeks, this sickness will claim me. That’s why they sent you here—to bide their time until I’m gone.”My chest tightened as I tried to comprehend his meaning. “But... why?”“Because when I die,” he continued, “you’ll be passed along to one of the elders as their concubine, that's if you prove to be useless afterwards. A fitting end for a pawn like you, don’t you think?”A cold wave of nausea washed over me. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and I struggled to catch my breath. My father’s cold dismissal, my sisters’ pitiful glances—it all made sense now. None of them had dared to marry into this family because they had known. They had kn
Marcellus I heard her yesterday and I can only imagine what that meant. I felt the bond when she arrived but due to my illness, I was able to not feel the imprint I had on her. An Alpha imprinting on a mere wolf like her goes beyond screaming ‘mate’ like she did. It was deeper than just recognizing your mate. It is a flame. A soul tie. Bond for pain and release. Laughter and sadness. Unlucky for her, my sadness ran deep. For me, it doesn't come easy, how do I control the hunger for her when I will soon be locked away in the past. Everyone has finally avoided me and made sure that I had nothing left to do and she wasn't just scared. I was more scared of the soul ties I had with her. If she passes out of my gaze for a second, panic arises in me. Since I am weak, it is only going to take an army to pin me down into spiraling into anger. How can I manage this illness and my need for her?I knew I had been sent to my early grave when she arrived. She was more doomed than I am. The pain ins
Marcellus Still holding on to my cane, the repressed anger mixed with pain was tough to handle as my head began to explode. Everything was blurry and filled with red. Nate was still talking but I couldn't make out the words. “Nate, shut it!” I yelled at him. “These things are for you to handle. We cannot risk another attack not when we are at the brink of a strange transition. When I am gone, my brother would take charge of everything and do you think he would let you lead with what is best of the pack and the realm? How come we still don't know about the assassins that have been terrorizing the realm?!”“Alpha, we are looking into it.” He said quietly. “Looking into it?! How come anyone isn't capable around here? Are you all waiting for me to die?! So you can do what the hell you want?” My raged fueled faster. The pain became unbearable and this was the episode and it was only a matter of time before the seizures finally took place. It was bad enough that I could control my anger a
ClaudiaI didn't trust him. I knew my life was doomed with him and there was nothing that could change that. Yet, I felt a sense of knowing when I am close to him. Always feels familiar and I could tell that he was someone that I knew or probably had a close or short contact with. Then, who am I kidding? I haven't met him and it seemed this curse had been with him for the longest time. I didn't know how to help him, I did the little I could. With the portion and all but to see that someone was trying to poison him, it was beyond me. We moved into a bigger bedroom, two bedrooms conjoined as one. It has proper ventilation and was better for his health. I knew there was no way out of this but I was hoping that would have a slight change. Why am I bothering myself for someone who is going to die soon? Who is cold, authoritative and distant? Why do I care so much? I want to think it is the mate bond but If I was feeling this kind of devotion toward him, then it ran deeper than that. Besid
Claudia “What the hell are you waiting for?! Go ahead.” I yelled at him. “Just reject me and leave me the hell alone. At least you'd know you're dying alone without a care in the world.” He brushed his dark wavy hair backwards in frustration. There was this secret that was added to his soul and each time he tried to reach for it, he brushed it off almost immediately. Close enough for me to see what his impressions are.“I cannot reject you!” He blurted out. “Like I said, the mate bond is different for Alpha's. When an alpha feels a deep connection with his said mate. Their souls are tied through an imprint. It is uncontrollable, we cannot choose whom we imprint on. Finding your mate is just the first step, imprinting takes time, for some years. Others, like us, the minute we find out. When an imprint is done on your mate, there isn't any going back. I can't just flip the switch. I cannot reject you.”“Mates reject each other. It is normal.”“Not for Alpha blood. Our souls are linked
Claudia "I am not going to leave you." My voice cracked, I felt my lower lips trembled. He had no right to demand that from me not after the night that we had. Not after everything that we have fought through to get here. I didn't want to leave him alone to die, to give in. I could see how tired he was, and he might want peace but the pain coming from the bond was entirely much. My lips parted, about to speak. I heard footsteps as they stopped at the entrance. It was Nate and Cassius. "Take her out of here. I don't want to see her." Marcellus ordered them, the shock in their eyes meant nothing to Marcellus. His expression was stern, looking away. Their legs were still fixed in one place. Marcellus glared at them, his eyes turned bloodshot, the small dark veins under his eyes were like tattooed under his eyes. "I said take her out of here!" He growled. I bet anyone outside the estate could hear him, the thunderous growl sent chills up in my spine. I wanted nothing more than to be wit
Claudia.I was still hung up on the night we had together. Every time I thought about it., I smile. My grin was so big that it would reach my ears. There was no amount of happiness that felt like this. My eyes were still very much closed but when I opened it, Marcellus was still sleeping. I kept caring About his it was going to affect him, he didn't show any sign of weakness even in his state. Marcellus was very commanding and through everything that occurred since I got here, he was the strongest person I know. I watched him take one breath after another like he was struggling to breathe. I was about to move my body to the other side of the bed when my hand was wrapped around his. I tried dragging my wrist, but it felt stuck for a reason. I lifted my wrist up to see a shiny red thread, wrapping our wrists together as one. "What the hell?"I heard him chuckle. "I knew you'd freak out.""Let me guess, you were not sleeping all this while." He opened his eyes as his lips stretched into
Claudia.Now, I know the reason why you don't dig up old ghosts. It comes back to haunt you. Just as it was haunting Marcellus, I was hurting too. I am a romantic, my mother told me I give my heart away too easily, and I might get hurt. To see him shattered like this only made things worse for me. I didn't know how to console him? How do you console a man who hasn't met anything true for a long time? Just pain. I think the question should be what was really haunting him? The fact he killed her or the fact he loved her, and he ended up in her bad books as much as she did? I began to direct every thought towards myself. What if he was quick to kill me too if something happens? Maybe I was framed because I knew I would not intentionally commit a crime against him. The mate bond between us was becoming stronger, and it was difficult to resist him, the heat was going to set us ablaze soon."Maybe she didn't want to kill you. Maybe something else happened?" The sadness in his eyes were only
Claudia Silence should be his middle name but this time he was shocked. Embarrassed and curious all at once. Was the name so forbidden that I have committed a sin by mentioning it? "Where the fuck did you hear that from?""It doesn't matter, and that isn't the answer to my question." I held my ground. Despite being close to Marcel, the authority he claimed to have been what feared me. I began to question if I should have asked. It was in the way he looked at me, like I just conjured some old demons. We were at the balcony and the chills from the cold air made things worse. I couldn't imagine what it meant to him but from what I saw, it was pure pain. Pain I had never seen before. He shifted in his seat; "Inessa." A sigh followed, his shoulders stiffened and jaws remained clenched. Marcellus was the kind of person that reacted to the frustration he felt, staring at him intently, it might not be long before he transferred his aggression towards him. I blinked, turned off the assumptio
Claudia I kept thinking about what Nyx had said and the way to help him. I had no power left inside me to fight this curse on my own. There was an itch that I am doing this for myself and there is an iota if that that were true. I didn't want to be driven under the shelter of darkness and madness just because the curse had taken hold of Marcel. I don't even want to imagine what it was going to be like hanging on to the thread of sanity. Everything Nyx had said kept restructuring itself into me like, there was something I could do. Well there was, but I couldn't imagine how to summon the moon goddess and pleaser case to her. I don't know how to do that, knowing my lineage. I am the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Gideon and as a weak wolf there was no fight left in me to summon the moon goddess they have to be another way. I sighed, already having a slight headache thinking about this too much. On one hand I was fearful for his life, and I was scared for the bond we share. I couldn't
Claudia The whole staff heard our voices as soon as we got home. Marcellus didn't want to let go because my refusal to speak was a slap on his face. I didn't get why he was hell bent on finding out what Nyx had said. I didn't want him to know anything else, seemed he had a tendency to pick a fight with anything he didn't agree with. I was stressed and my head was banging from the excessive words I have managed to use these few hours just sitting with him. We finally landed in our room and Marcellus pulled me close to him as I tried to move away from him. "Is there anything I need to know that she might have said?" I sighed, not knowing what else to say. "Whatever Elder Nyx might have said to me is none of your business. You weren't there when she was speaking. I don't see why I should tell you." I said in a low voice. "Marcellus, please I am tired. I need to rest." "You were the one that talked about lying to you and yet here you are trying to do that to me. You may not regard me
Claudia Nyx reminded time and time again that I would not be able to do anything about giving Marcel more time. I knew my efforts might be in vain but I didn't want to stop trying. I was still shocked for the fact that I was imprinted up on without my knowledge and despite being mates out soul was bound together. It was still a shock. Maybe I am trying to save my own head from the doom of madness... But I couldn't stand and watch him die. I opted to go into the woods in Nyx's estate to clear my head. She assured me that it was safe. After the experience I just had, you would think that I wouldn't be able move but someone with Nyx's assurance closely knitted in my heart, I have nothing to fear. I guess. As I wandered into the woods I heard footsteps, quiet but abrupt, before I turned to see who it was,my name hung on the air in a soft whisper. "Claudia." Marcellus. I turned and saw the concern written on his face. That's the height of emotion I have seen on him other than excruciatin
ClaudiaElder Nyx has not said anything. I had a feeling, whatever she might want to say was something I shouldn't know and shouldn't be even be asking. But I was helpless, my soul is bound to a man that is a living corpse. Something I never even used was going to happen. I didn't know how to react. I felt something sinister was going on underneath, and I owed it to myself to find out what it was truly. Marcellus would not tell me anything, and yet I was living in an estate where everyone harbored secrets and made plans on how to finish him off and kill me in the process. I was too relaxed before now but after this incident, my eyes were opened to the possibility that Darius was behind these and if care was not taken, whatever he has planned would prevail."You are not saying anything Nyx." I prompted her as her fingers held tightly to the cane she was holding. "I don't know why everyone is after Marcel...but I need to know what I am up against.""I know. It is just too heavy seeing h
MarcellusThe weight of my illness pressed against my bones, each movement a test of my will. I had returned from the patrol with Nate, exhaustion settling deep in my chest, but there was no relief to be found. Claudia was still missing. It had been over a day since our argument, her absence gnawed at me like a wound refusing to heal. I did not know if she had left out of anger or if something more sinister had taken her away. I leaned heavily against the chair in my chambers, my breath shallow. Nate stood before me, his face lined with worry. "The maids swear they saw her last with Darius," he said, his voice low. "He was scolding her."The mention of my brother filled my mouth with bitterness. Darius had always been a thorn in my side, the embodiment of everything I was not. Healthy, strong, ruthless, he carried the power of our family name without the burden of sickness. I forced myself upright, gripping the armrests with trembling hands. "And she has not been seen since?"Nate sho