My vision blurred as a familiar, harsh smell filled the air. It was the unmistakable scent of rogues—werewolves who had strayed from their pack and sanity. I felt the weight of three pairs of eyes on me: two men and one woman, all staring with a predatory intensity. The rogues’ appearances were haggard and wild. Their eyes were bloodshot, with dark, puffy circles beneath them, hinting at nights of restless wandering. The stench emanating from them was nauseating. “We heard you’re the Lycan King’s mate!” one of the men growled, his lips curling into a twisted grin that revealed yellowed fangs. How could they know about my connection to the Lycan King? Had they been following me? The idea made my skin crawl, and I suddenly felt vulnerable under the pale moonlight. “Attack her and bring her head to the Lycan King!” the other man shouted, his eyes shining with madness and cruel excitement. He was tense, muscles coiled and ready to spring at any moment. The woman stepped forward.
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
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
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
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’
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
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
“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
“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