I don't know how long I spent in the dungeons. Time blurred in the cold, damp space. The single flickering torch on the wall cast long shadows, each movement amplifying the quiet creaks and groans of the old stone walls. The darkness felt alive, pressing against me, weighing me down.
I traced a finger across my swollen cheek, wincing at the tender flesh. The initial sting had dulled, but the ache lingered, a constant reminder of my father's rage. His words echoed in my mind, sharp and cutting. "You're a whore, just like your mother." The accusation clung to me, heavy and suffocating. What did he mean by that? My mother's name was rarely spoken in the pack. Father said she had died shortly after Daisy was born, and no one ever dared to question him. The only memory I had of her was a single photograph, a faded image of her when she was pregnant with me, so young and happy. I closed my eyes, picturing her youthful face. She looked so serene, her smile soft and full of hope. She couldn't have been more than eighteen. "If she were here," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "maybe she would have loved me, maybe things would have been different." A lump formed in my throat, and I fought back tears. I'd spent my whole life craving love, yearning for affection from a family that saw me as a burden. If my mother were alive, would she have been different? Would she have held me close when I cried, whispered words of comfort when the world felt too harsh? .... The dungeons had become a second home for me, a cruel familiarity that I could never escape. Every misstep, every perceived slight, earned me a trip to these cold, desolate cells. Once, when I had accidentally spilled a tray of drinks at a feast, my father had sent me here without hesitation. Another time, Daisy had torn her favorite dress, and I was blamed for not taking better care of it. The punishments were relentless - whippings that tore into my skin, the sting of the lash burning long after the act was over. Without a wolf, I couldn't heal like the others. Each scar remained, a permanent reminder of my failings in their eyes. The pain was a constant companion, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness in my heart. I ran a hand over my arm, feeling the raised lines of old scars beneath my fingers. Each one told a story, though none of them were my own. They were the stories others had written for me the cursed daughter, the weakling, the unwanted. "I just want him to listen," I murmured, my voice cracking. "Just once. Why can't he he see how much I need his acceptance." I'd tried so hard to be the daughter he could be proud of. I cleaned, I cooked, I did everything Daisy asked without complaint. But no matter how much I gave, it was never enough. My father's eyes would always pass over me, cold and indifferent, as if I were a ghost haunting his perfect family. Footsteps echoed down the corridor, pulling me from my thoughts. I stiffened, my heart pounding. Was it a guard? My father? Someone coming to deliver more punishment? The heavy iron door creaked open, and a figure stepped inside. It wasn't my father, nor was it one of the guards. It was Liam my only friend in this pack. His face was a mixture of anger and concern as he crouched beside me, his brown eyes scanning my face. "Arianne," he whispered, his voice tight. "What did they do to you this time?" I shook my head, unable to find the words. He reached out, his fingers brushing against my swollen cheek. I flinched at the contact, but he didn't pull away. "This isn't right," he said, his voice trembling with anger, even if he could help there was really nothing he could do. No one could ever go against father, he was feared far and wide so what would simple Liam the beta's son do. "None of this is right." "I'm fine," I lied, forcing a weak smile. "No, you're not," he said firmly. "You shouldn't be down here. You shouldn't be treated like this, you're his daughter for goddess's sake." His words brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes. "What choice do I have, Liam? He's the Alpha. I'm nothing. I'm less than nothing. Everyone here doesn't acknowledge me so what can I do" "That's not true," he said, his voice softening. "You're worth so much more than this." I wanted to believe him, but the weight of my reality crushed any hope that dared to bloom. "If that were true, why doesn't he see it? Why doesn't anyone see it?" Liam didn't have an answer. Instead, he sat beside me, his presence a small comfort in the oppressive darkness. After he left, the silence returned, heavier than before. I leaned my head against the cold stone wall, my thoughts swirling. Was this my life? Was I destined to live and die in the shadows, unloved and forgotten? No wolf and no mate to take me out of my misery. My fingers brushed against the locket around my neck, the only other thing I had of my mother's. It was tarnished and worn, the chain fragile from years of wear. I had never dared to open it, afraid of what I might find—or worse, afraid it would be empty, just like my memories of her. I clutched it tightly, a desperate prayer forming in my mind. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "If you're out there, if you can hear me… tell me what to do. Tell me how to survive this." But no answer came. Only the silence of the dungeons, the cold embrace of the stone walls, and the unrelenting weight of my loneliness. ..... Hours turned into days, or perhaps it was only a few hours—it was impossible to tell in the darkness. My cheek throbbed less, though the swelling remained. Hunger gnawed at my stomach, but the ache had become a familiar sensation, one I could ignore. I thought of Daisy, of her perfect smile and the way Father looked at her with pride. I thought of Zane, his dark eyes filled with malice as he lied to save himself. And I thought of my mother, her kind face frozen in the photograph, a ghost I would never truly know. Would things have been different if she had lived? Would Father have loved me then? The questions were endless, but the answers remained elusive, lost to the shadows that surrounded me. For now, all I could do was wait. Wait for freedom, wait for a miracle, wait for the smallest sliver of hope to pierce through the darkness. And in the silence, I prayed that one day, someone - anyone - would see me for who I truly was.The moon shone brightly above, its silvery light filtering through the branches of the ancient oaks that lined the park. The stillness of the night would have brought peace to anyone else, but not to me. For me, it was just another reminder of the silence within - a hollow void that nothing could fill.I stood there, hands clasped behind my back staring at the horizon as if it held the answers I sought. Answers that I'd stopped believing I would ever find.DAMIEN The name was enough to make the strongest alphas lower their heads in submission. I was the Lycan King, feared and revered by all. My strength and ruthlessness were unmatched, my decisions final. There wasn't a single pack across the lands that didn't know my name, and the weight it carried.But none of it mattered.Not the power, not the respect, not the fear in their eyes.Because the one thing I truly wanted was gone.Her face came to me unbidden, like a whisper in the wind. Her laughter had once been the melody to my oth
Damien's POV Days had passed and the night was calm, the moon casting its silver glow through the grand windows. I sat in my study, staring at the flickering flames in the hearth. My desk was cluttered with papers of recent treaties, reports, and other documents that required my attention. Yet, my mind was elsewhere. I leaned back in the leather chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest. The silence of the room was oppressive, almost mocking. It gave space for memories I'd rather forget, for thoughts I couldn't suppress. Her face surfaced again, the curve of her smile, the warmth in her eyes, a constant reminder of the life I cherished. I closed my eyes briefly, the weight of her loss as fresh as it was years ago. No amount of time, power, or distraction had dulled the ache and these days the ache became unbearable. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I said, my voice sharp but controlled. The door opened to reveal Adrian, my beta and the only p
Arianne's POV The heavy iron door of the dungeons creaked open, the sound echoing in the dark, damp space. My body ached from the cold stone floor, I don't know how many days I had stayed in the dungeons, it felt like months but I know it hadn't even been more than a week. This was my life, little food had been brought for me while here. I winced as I stood, rubbing my wrists where the shackles had dug into my skin. After Liam left I had been put in shackles like some damn traitor that they caught. A guard stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable. "The Alpha has ordered your release," he said gruffly. I nodded, my legs shaky as I followed him out. The bright light of the hallway stung my eyes, and I had to blink rapidly to adjust, the room I was held into had no lights. When I reached my father's office, I braced myself. He was seated behind his grand oak desk, the very picture of authority.
Damien's POV The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, the glow of the pack house illuminating the night. Music and laughter drifted through the air, an unwelcome reminder of the festivities I'd agreed to attend. As the car door opened I stepped out, my sharp gaze taking in the scene before me. The front lawn was filled with elegantly dressed werewolves, their conversations blending into a meaningless hum. I already felt the irritation settling in my chest especially at the half naked ladies almost everywhere. Adrian climbed out behind me, his usual calm demeanor intact. He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "This isn't so bad Damien. Try to relax. Remember, this is about politics. but if you need entertainment" he smirked looking at the she wolves. I shot him a cold glance but didn't reply. Relaxing wasn't in my nature, especially not in a crowded setting like this, it only made me more irritated. We made our way to the entrance of the hall, the crowd parting inst
Arianne's POV The clatter of plates and the hum of the kitchen filled the air as I stood at the counter carefully arranging the snacks and drinks. My hands moved automatically, years of practice ensuring I didn't miss a step. But my mind was elsewhere tugged down by the weight of my reality. Today was Daisy's birthday. But it was mine as well. Twenty-one years. A milestone in any werewolf's life, the age when a wolf should fully mature, their bond with the pack solidified, at my age everyone had their wolf and mate. Yet, here I was still wolfless, still forgotten, still nothing more than a shadow in my family's eyes. A cursed daughter of the Alpha. The omegas scurried around me, their laughter and chatter barely masking the disdain in their glances. I was just another servant to them nothing more. The kitchen door swung open, and I glanced up to see Liam walking in, his familiar smile lighting up the room. He walked towards me with his hands behind his back clearly holding
The tray of drinks in my hands felt heavier with each passing second. The voices in the hall blurred into background noise as my mind raced with the faint whisper from earlier: Mate. Could it really be happening? After twenty-one years of rejection, ridicule and pain, was the Moon Goddess finally granting me a wolf and a mate? I dared not hope, yet the thought consumed me. My distracted thoughts betrayed me. I didn't see the figure stepping into my path until it was too late. The collision sent the tray tumbling, glasses shattering as liquid splashed everywhere. A shrill scream pierced the air, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see Daisy standing before me, her gorgeous dress soaked in the drinks I had been carrying. The outrage in her eyes was unmistakable and I knew I really fucked up and father wasn't going to spare me. "I… I'm so sorry, Daisy," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I didn't see you comi...." Before I could finish, the sharp sting of her slap echoe
Gasps rippled through the crowd. "That's impossible," Daisy spat, her face twisting in disbelief. "How could someone like her be your mate? She's worthless!" She screamed in anger as if not believing the fact. I turned my glare on Daisy, my wolf growling at her audacity. "Watch your tongue, girl," I warned, my voice low and dangerous. "You may have treated your sister badly but she's my mate and you'll respect her accordingly." Daisy recoiled, her confidence faltering under my glare. Anger still evident on her face but contained. The room filled with tension. Kieran stepped forward, his expression hardening. "With all due respect King Damien daisy is right, Arianne is not worthy of such an honor. She's...." "She is your daughter," I interrupted, my voice laced with disdain. "Yet you treat her worse than a servant. You dishonor not only her but yourself and your entire pack." Kieran flinched but said nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line. I turned back to my mate who
The pack house was quiet in the early morning, the soft rustle of leaves outside the only sound breaking the silence. I clutched the broom in my hands, sweeping the long hallway just as I did every morning. The faint scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, but it wasn't for me. It was for the pack for them.I paused at the sight of Daisy's room, her ornate double doors a stark contrast to the bare wooden planks that made up my tiny corner of the attic. A wistful sigh escaped my lips as I thought about her. My little sister, the shining star of the pack. The one everyone adored and favored, especially Father.She had everything—beauty, strength, a wolf that she'd shifted into at sixteen and the unwavering love of our father, Alpha Kieran. I on the other hand, was nothing but a shadow in their perfect lives."Stop daydreaming, Arianne." Father's gruff voice startled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see him standing at the end of the hall, his imposing frame casting a shad
Gasps rippled through the crowd. "That's impossible," Daisy spat, her face twisting in disbelief. "How could someone like her be your mate? She's worthless!" She screamed in anger as if not believing the fact. I turned my glare on Daisy, my wolf growling at her audacity. "Watch your tongue, girl," I warned, my voice low and dangerous. "You may have treated your sister badly but she's my mate and you'll respect her accordingly." Daisy recoiled, her confidence faltering under my glare. Anger still evident on her face but contained. The room filled with tension. Kieran stepped forward, his expression hardening. "With all due respect King Damien daisy is right, Arianne is not worthy of such an honor. She's...." "She is your daughter," I interrupted, my voice laced with disdain. "Yet you treat her worse than a servant. You dishonor not only her but yourself and your entire pack." Kieran flinched but said nothing, his lips pressed into a thin line. I turned back to my mate who
The tray of drinks in my hands felt heavier with each passing second. The voices in the hall blurred into background noise as my mind raced with the faint whisper from earlier: Mate. Could it really be happening? After twenty-one years of rejection, ridicule and pain, was the Moon Goddess finally granting me a wolf and a mate? I dared not hope, yet the thought consumed me. My distracted thoughts betrayed me. I didn't see the figure stepping into my path until it was too late. The collision sent the tray tumbling, glasses shattering as liquid splashed everywhere. A shrill scream pierced the air, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see Daisy standing before me, her gorgeous dress soaked in the drinks I had been carrying. The outrage in her eyes was unmistakable and I knew I really fucked up and father wasn't going to spare me. "I… I'm so sorry, Daisy," I stammered, my voice trembling. "I didn't see you comi...." Before I could finish, the sharp sting of her slap echoe
Arianne's POV The clatter of plates and the hum of the kitchen filled the air as I stood at the counter carefully arranging the snacks and drinks. My hands moved automatically, years of practice ensuring I didn't miss a step. But my mind was elsewhere tugged down by the weight of my reality. Today was Daisy's birthday. But it was mine as well. Twenty-one years. A milestone in any werewolf's life, the age when a wolf should fully mature, their bond with the pack solidified, at my age everyone had their wolf and mate. Yet, here I was still wolfless, still forgotten, still nothing more than a shadow in my family's eyes. A cursed daughter of the Alpha. The omegas scurried around me, their laughter and chatter barely masking the disdain in their glances. I was just another servant to them nothing more. The kitchen door swung open, and I glanced up to see Liam walking in, his familiar smile lighting up the room. He walked towards me with his hands behind his back clearly holding
Damien's POV The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand estate, the glow of the pack house illuminating the night. Music and laughter drifted through the air, an unwelcome reminder of the festivities I'd agreed to attend. As the car door opened I stepped out, my sharp gaze taking in the scene before me. The front lawn was filled with elegantly dressed werewolves, their conversations blending into a meaningless hum. I already felt the irritation settling in my chest especially at the half naked ladies almost everywhere. Adrian climbed out behind me, his usual calm demeanor intact. He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "This isn't so bad Damien. Try to relax. Remember, this is about politics. but if you need entertainment" he smirked looking at the she wolves. I shot him a cold glance but didn't reply. Relaxing wasn't in my nature, especially not in a crowded setting like this, it only made me more irritated. We made our way to the entrance of the hall, the crowd parting inst
Arianne's POV The heavy iron door of the dungeons creaked open, the sound echoing in the dark, damp space. My body ached from the cold stone floor, I don't know how many days I had stayed in the dungeons, it felt like months but I know it hadn't even been more than a week. This was my life, little food had been brought for me while here. I winced as I stood, rubbing my wrists where the shackles had dug into my skin. After Liam left I had been put in shackles like some damn traitor that they caught. A guard stood at the entrance, his expression unreadable. "The Alpha has ordered your release," he said gruffly. I nodded, my legs shaky as I followed him out. The bright light of the hallway stung my eyes, and I had to blink rapidly to adjust, the room I was held into had no lights. When I reached my father's office, I braced myself. He was seated behind his grand oak desk, the very picture of authority.
Damien's POV Days had passed and the night was calm, the moon casting its silver glow through the grand windows. I sat in my study, staring at the flickering flames in the hearth. My desk was cluttered with papers of recent treaties, reports, and other documents that required my attention. Yet, my mind was elsewhere. I leaned back in the leather chair, my fingers drumming against the armrest. The silence of the room was oppressive, almost mocking. It gave space for memories I'd rather forget, for thoughts I couldn't suppress. Her face surfaced again, the curve of her smile, the warmth in her eyes, a constant reminder of the life I cherished. I closed my eyes briefly, the weight of her loss as fresh as it was years ago. No amount of time, power, or distraction had dulled the ache and these days the ache became unbearable. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in," I said, my voice sharp but controlled. The door opened to reveal Adrian, my beta and the only p
The moon shone brightly above, its silvery light filtering through the branches of the ancient oaks that lined the park. The stillness of the night would have brought peace to anyone else, but not to me. For me, it was just another reminder of the silence within - a hollow void that nothing could fill.I stood there, hands clasped behind my back staring at the horizon as if it held the answers I sought. Answers that I'd stopped believing I would ever find.DAMIEN The name was enough to make the strongest alphas lower their heads in submission. I was the Lycan King, feared and revered by all. My strength and ruthlessness were unmatched, my decisions final. There wasn't a single pack across the lands that didn't know my name, and the weight it carried.But none of it mattered.Not the power, not the respect, not the fear in their eyes.Because the one thing I truly wanted was gone.Her face came to me unbidden, like a whisper in the wind. Her laughter had once been the melody to my oth
I don't know how long I spent in the dungeons. Time blurred in the cold, damp space. The single flickering torch on the wall cast long shadows, each movement amplifying the quiet creaks and groans of the old stone walls. The darkness felt alive, pressing against me, weighing me down.I traced a finger across my swollen cheek, wincing at the tender flesh. The initial sting had dulled, but the ache lingered, a constant reminder of my father's rage. His words echoed in my mind, sharp and cutting."You're a whore, just like your mother."The accusation clung to me, heavy and suffocating. What did he mean by that? My mother's name was rarely spoken in the pack. Father said she had died shortly after Daisy was born, and no one ever dared to question him. The only memory I had of her was a single photograph, a faded image of her when she was pregnant with me, so young and happy.I closed my eyes, picturing her youthful face. She looked so serene, her smile soft and full of hope. She couldn't
The sharp slap echoed in the kitchen, the sting radiating across my cheek like fire. My head snapped to the side from the force and it took a moment to comprehend what just happened. Daisy stood in front of me, trembling with rage, her chest heaving as she glared."How dare you" she screamed her voice breaking with fury "how dare you try to seduce him!""I didn't" I cried holding my stinging cheek but my voice wavered, weak against her wrath. I know I am pathetic I could never stand up to any of them "he cornered me! He..""Liar!" Daisy shrieked, her hand twitching as if she were about to hit me again.The commotion free the others to the kitchen. Members of our pack and the guests crowded the doorway, their murmurs filling the air as they watched the scene unfold."What's going on here" father's voice cut through the noise cold and commanding. He entered the kitchen his towering presence silencing everyone.Daisy turned to him, tears streaming down her face, her expression twisted in