“This is where those three omegas stay, Keira. What exactly are you planning to do?” Seren asked, her voice laced with curiosity. We each carried a bucket filled with pigeon droppings I had instructed her to collect. Seren had a unique gift: she could summon animals—a power I had sensed when I touched her pulse earlier. Hundreds of pigeons flew around the mansion’s western wing, where Theron lived, filling our two buckets with their droppings. Now, doubt showed in Seren’s amber eyes as she looked at me, nervously fiddling with the handle of her bucket. Instead of answering, I strode into the room and poured the contents of my bucket into all four corners. “K-Keira!” Seren gasped, her voice tight with disbelief. “Go! Pour what’s in your bucket onto the beds,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and irritation flared in me like a fire. “I’m doing this because Alpha Theron told you to look after me. This is your du
"Any last words?" Nameria asked Valen. Her voice was already trembling with grief. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held the poisoned silver sword against the neck of the one she loved most—her fated mate. Her love, her soul… But their years of secret love had led them to this bitter end. "I did what I had to, Nameria! Your father poisoned mine last year, and as a prince, I must avenge him!" Valen spat through gritted teeth. "And I was the one you chose to use? How long will we keep killing each other?" Nameria's voice wavered with sorrow, but she knew she had to do what was right, even if it shattered her heart. The Nameria who had loved Valen deeply had already died when he admitted to using her. The lycans and her pack will never be friends. "This ends now! Kill me!" His golden eyes blazed with desperation. She knew he was fighting the same urge to give in. Valen was supposed to be stronger than her as a lycan prince. Yet here she stood, with the power to end it all—
"Father will definitely summon you later," Freya said. She is two years younger than Keira. Her death felt like a scene from a tragic movie replaying in my mind. Four years from now, Ronan allowed this sister to marry into another pack, which ultimately led to her death. I must have looked pale, for Freya's brow furrowed with worry. "Are you alright?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek, square device. Freya tapped the glass screen, lighting it up, and spoke into it, "Vivian, bring some medicine for Keira. She's looking unwell." "Right away, Freya!" The device responded, causing me to jump back in shock. "It—it talks!" I exclaimed in horror. "What kind of sorcery is this?!" Freya's frown deepened. "It's not the device talking, Keira. It's Vivian, our pack healer. She's speaking through the phone. Stop messing around!" For shifters, experiencing headaches during form changes is a common occurrence, and healers are well-versed in the remedies for such ailments. S
"The Lycan King?" someone whispered in awe. "Impossible!" another voice cried out. The pack members present at the meeting couldn't believe me, and I understood their reaction—it was a bold claim, after all. What I needed now was time, a way to stall and gather my thoughts. Ronan's Alpha and my father hesitated to complicate things with the lycans, regardless of whether they believed me. The truth was secondary to the risk involved. "Come on, Alpha Heron," Ronan said. He turned to face my father, his broad shoulders tense. "Keira and I have waited for three years. You know how much your daughter loves me, how devoted she's been. She's just talking nonsense. Sooner or later, she'll come to her senses and admit she was wrong…" Ronan shifted his gaze to me. "Keira, I've already told you—I'm focusing on you from now on," he insisted, unwilling to back down. Alpha Heron frowned, understanding the implications of Ronan's words. Keira had cried to him countless times, saying she would
"You've got a lot to say, Keira!" the redhead spat, rising to her feet. "What now? Think you're invincible just because the elders claim Queen Nameria's spirit lingers in you?" "That's right! And look at you—still a trainee at twenty-one! You can’t even make it as a pack warrior!" “You are lucky because Alpha Heron doted on you too much!” another voice sneered. I narrowed my eyes, my claws itching to pull out my silver knife and silence them for good. One swift strike, and their irritating voices would be nothing but a memory. “Keira, no!” I heard Freya’s voice urgently through the mind link. She was still sitting on the grass, her attempt to maintain control evident in her strained expression. She’s right! I knew better! In this era of relative peace between packs, killing pack members would only lead to accusations of murder, and even Alpha Heron wouldn't be able to protect me from facing the families of these three fools. I had to restrain myself, no matter how satisfying let
"Speak!" His grip on my neck tightened even more. Droplets of water ran from his hair down his muscular chest. The smell of pine and musk was strong as his intense golden eyes locked onto mine, searching. No, this isn't Valen! Valen died at Nameria's hands. But the resemblance... he must be a descendant. I acted like the terrified, helpless Keira I was supposed to be. Tears filled my eyes, making everything blurry as I gasped for breath. “It… it hurts…” A harsh cough came from my throat, and mercifully, his grip loosened a little. His gaze raked downward, lingering on my exposed chest. A cruel smirk twisted his lips as he abruptly released me, leaving angry red marks where his fingers had been. "How did you manage to get in here?" he demanded. My mind raced. I needed a convincing lie. “I… I’m the Lycan King’s mate! He allowed me entry to this place.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Oh, is that so?” "Yes! You can bring me to your King and ask him yourself if you don't believe m
In her previous life, Keira had caused a scene, demanding to know why Ronan was doing this to her. Her eyes blazed with fury as they locked onto the she-wolf Ronan was so eager to toy with, while her heart shattered as she looked back at Ronan. Keira punished Olivia after this incident, pushing Ronan further away in his frustration. But Olivia was no fool. She knew exactly what she was doing, expertly playing her cards to provoke Keira, stirring her jealousy just enough to earn sympathy and favor from the future alpha. But now, with me in control of Keira’s body, I approach the scene with calm amusement, raising an eyebrow and watching them all. Ronan, who looked at me expectantly, seemed relaxed, almost smug, as if he believed I was here to apologize for the trouble Keira had caused. He thought I’d come to grovel at his feet, to restore his reputation as the next alpha after embarrassing him in front of the elders. Not just him, but everyone in the room seemed to share that ass
Early in the morning, my father asked for my presence in his office. I instinctively knew it was about the upcoming gathering in Lycan territory. Alpha Heron’s stern gaze met mine as I entered. He leaned back in his leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. “Keira,” he began, “you’re well aware of our pack’s complicated history with the Lycans. While I’m relieved you’ve moved past your... infatuation with Ronan, I still can’t fathom what our pack can gain by accepting the Lycan King as your mate.” His eyes narrowed as he scanned my face for any signs of emotion. “You know how deep the distrust runs—especially with the elders fearing what the Lycan king might be planning. What if he’s using you as a pawn?” I forced a smile, trying hard to hide the whirlwind of emotions inside me. The truth was, I wasn’t sure if my father believed my rushed excuse for turning down Ronan. I had simply said the first thing that popped into my head when Valen’s name suddenly came to mind. I d
“This is where those three omegas stay, Keira. What exactly are you planning to do?” Seren asked, her voice laced with curiosity. We each carried a bucket filled with pigeon droppings I had instructed her to collect. Seren had a unique gift: she could summon animals—a power I had sensed when I touched her pulse earlier. Hundreds of pigeons flew around the mansion’s western wing, where Theron lived, filling our two buckets with their droppings. Now, doubt showed in Seren’s amber eyes as she looked at me, nervously fiddling with the handle of her bucket. Instead of answering, I strode into the room and poured the contents of my bucket into all four corners. “K-Keira!” Seren gasped, her voice tight with disbelief. “Go! Pour what’s in your bucket onto the beds,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and irritation flared in me like a fire. “I’m doing this because Alpha Theron told you to look after me. This is your du
Alpha Theron’s molten orbs darkened before he kissed me fiercely. Caught in his intense gaze, I gave in, my resistance fading away like sand washed by the tide. His touch awakened something wild inside me—dangerous but irresistible, like tasting something forbidden. Every caress sent electric sparks through my body, making it impossible to think over the pounding of my heart. His tongue swirled inside my mouth. This is dangerous, but I love every taste of him; I love the movement of his mouth inside mine; I love his toxicity. His hand gripped my right breast, pinching its muscle, including the nipple. I winced, but pleasure followed. I couldn’t control the orgasm building inside me, especially now that I felt Alpha Theron’s hard cock pressing against my femininity. His broad tongue trailed over the sensitive part of my ear. ‘Damn it, Keira! Control your emotions!’ But how could I when I already felt his hands slowly gliding up from my legs, slipping through the hem of my dress be
“Are you out of your mind?” I demanded, my voice rising unexpectedly. Alpha Theron’s eyes narrowed, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. A muscle ticked in his jaw. I had asked my father for ten minutes alone with the insane Lycan king. “You’re getting bold, Keira…” Alpha Theron murmured, stepping toward me with a predatory grace. Instinctively, I backed up until the cold stone wall pressed against my back. His intoxicating scent surrounded me, overwhelming my senses. His fingers gripped my chin, firm but not harsh, his rough skin brushing against mine. His golden orbs burned into mine like he intended to devour me whole. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who insisted we tell everyone I’m your mate? We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t done that. You’ve caught Ravenna’s attention, and now Kane wants your head.” The irritation in his voice was unmistakable. I swallowed hard, knowing he wasn’t wrong. “That’s exactly why we should end this! We don’t need
Alpha Theron’s presence in the pack house came as a surprise. I had no idea why he came here, but the reason for his arrival became clear that morning when my father called me to his office. The moment I entered with Freya, Alpha Theron’s penetrating golden gaze found me from where he sat alone on our ancient leather couch. Despite the presence of his beta and several guards, Theron’s raw energy dominated the room. The magnetic energy between us was undeniable, like a charge in the air, raising the tiny hairs on my arms. My father stood with the Darkwood pack elders. The scene felt eerily familiar, like the day I first woke up as Keira. The only difference now was the presence of Lycans instead of the Nightclaw pack. “Alpha Theron,” I greeted him, trying to keep my voice steady as my inner wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. He acknowledged me with a slight nod, though it felt like his eyes were stripping me bare. “Freya, wait outside,” Father ordered, his deep voice car
My fingers brushed against the cold surface of my father’s forehead, and in a heartbeat, memories of his death surged through my mind like a torrent of ice water. The brutal attack of the Lycan, his desperate, raw shout cutting through the pack house to warn the others… The metallic scent of blood… Then, I heard the Lycan’s beta sneer, “Do you know where your daughter is? There she is—madly in love with our prince! She’s clueless that Prince Valen is only using her for deception!” The scene shifted like dark smoke, forming dreadful images, each more horrifying than the last. I saw it with brutal clarity—the Lycan beta’s silver blade slitting my father’s throat in one swift, merciless motion, and then... the vision ended, leaving me trembling. “Ahhh!” I screamed, my heart splitting with agony as hot tears poured down my face. Clinging to my father’s lifeless body, cheeks soaked with grief, the pack watched in silence, unmoving, as my tears fell. Where had I been when our pack
Like Freya and my father, Ronan had the same pathetic intention of coming to the pack house. He knew why the two rogues had stayed in the city—and I was the reason. We sat in the resort’s restaurant, mingling with the oblivious crowd as though we were just like them. I didn’t want to be alone with Ronan, which is why I chose a public place. His gaze was piercing, and it unsettled me. “Keira,” he began, his voice soft but insistent. “I know I was wrong. We’ve come this far... when will you stop being so difficult and forgive me? I’m worried about you.” I raised an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed. I doubted he was truly worried about me—more likely, he was concerned about his precious status within his pack house. He needed me to secure Alpha Zander’s favor and complete his conquest of the Darkwood pack. He reached for my hand, his touch hesitant. “Keira... you don’t need to be trapped by the Lycans. Alpha Theron isn’t good for you. I’ve heard stories about him. He’s the reason you’
Using Keira’s memory, there was no news that the Lycan king had ever changed—whether by death or passing the title to someone else. As I went through Keira’s memories, I noticed gaps in her knowledge. She had never met Alpha Theron until now, or maybe the details of Lycan politics were often hidden from outsiders. “Why are you suddenly interested in me?” Alpha Theron asked, his piercing golden eyes studying me intently. “I’m just curious. You don’t have to answer,” I said, trying to sound casual. He raised his eyebrows while I felt multiple eyes on us; their stares prickled my skin. Vera watched me from across the room, her trembling gaze filled with fear and warning that screamed danger. Ronan, held back by his alpha and beta, looked at me in disbelief, tense as if ready to jump in at any moment. “Give me your contact number,” said Theron, grabbing my attention. The request took me by surprise. I looked at him again, trying to find any clue about his true intentions. “I don’t h
All the Lycans in the grand hall were looking intently at the tall, imposing man as he was the last one questioned by the man in his forties, whom I thought was the Lycan King. Seeing this mysterious Lycan, Bryn's eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks flushed, perhaps because he was so captivating that Bryn had momentarily forgotten her mistakes. "Kick her out, Vera!" Theron, the Lycan King, commanded the stern-faced woman who stood beside him, her long, straight black hair reaching down to her waist. "Understood, Alpha Theron," the woman replied, I should've known that the mysterious Lycan was none other than the Lycan King himself. The way he carried himself with such poise and authority, the way he had swiftly seized and killed the female rogue in the forest without uttering a word, and the way he gave commands so effortlessly—it all pointed to his true identity. "Y-you're the Lycan King?" Bryn stammered, her voice shaking with both awe and fear. Theron's lips curved
My heart raced, each beat echoing through me as if it might explode. The feeling was overwhelming, but I wanted to deny it, to make it stop. I can’t bear to experience the ache once again. “What if I negotiate with your body?” The Lycan’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine. His finger, mere inches from my cheek, froze in mid-air. I watched as a cold, knowing smirk spread across his face, his eyes shining with a dangerous look. The question that had bothered me since I first saw him came to mind: Is he my mate? The absence of Amara or Lucy made me doubt, yet I resisted feeling the bond! I hate Valen for using me! I hate the Lycans! But a desperate need for survival pulsed strongly. So, my hatred extended even to myself! I pushed his hand away. “Sorry, but I don’t feel the bond.” The anger on my face may be evident as he furrows his brows in response. “Right!” he snapped, “and I don’t need a mate!” His words were nearly a growl, his expression twisting in offens