Mira found herself sold to her greatest enemies, who turned out to be her mates. She never expected to feel so much desire toward them, battling the bond while uncovering secrets that would shatter her world. The Lycan brothers—Rowan, Damien, Lucian, and Kai—are cursed, and the only cure lies in Mira’s death. But how can they sacrifice the one woman they’re bound to love?
Lihat lebih banyakRowan Pov I watched Kai closely, every muscle in my body coiled with tension as I waited for him to speak. I had pushed him as far as I dared, but I knew that if he didn’t agree, if he shut this down completely, then we would lose Lucian for good. My heart pounded in my chest, tight and unrelenting. He was our brother, our blood. No matter what pride or bitterness we carried, we couldn’t let him slip away. Finally, after what felt like hours of heavy silence, Kai let out a harsh breath and gave a sharp nod. “Fine,” he growled. “We’ll try it. But not until nightfall.” Relief flooded my chest, but I swallowed it down quickly, knowing it was too soon to celebrate. Kai’s gaze was hard, unyielding, still filled with the heat of our earlier fight. His next words, cold and clipped, made it clear. “We cannot do this in the light of day,” he said. “The people must not see Lucian like that. We will move under the cover of darkness. No one can know of this. Not the coun
Rowan’s POV I couldn’t stop clenching my fists as we returned to the meeting hall. The tension between us was unbearable, and if not for Damien trying to hold us together, I might have already lunged at Kai again. I could see it in Kai’s eyes too. He wasn’t any calmer than before. He looked like he was ready to explode, and I wasn’t sure I could blame him. As soon as we entered, Kai barked at the guards to leave us alone. They scattered instantly, not daring to linger under the weight of his furious glare. The doors slammed shut behind them, and it was just the three of us now, standing in the vast room, the air heavy with unspoken words. Kai’s chest heaved as he paced back and forth like a caged beast. His steps were loud against the stone floor, his shoulders tense, and his jaw clenched so tightly I wondered if his teeth would crack. His eyes flicked to me every few moments, burning with accusation. I stayed where I was, my arms crossed over my chest. I wasn’t
Mira POV I stood by the window, my eyes fixed on the chaos unfolding in the training yard below. From here, I could see everything — Kai and Rowan lunging at each other, fists flying, grunts echoing through the castle grounds. They fought like wild animals in human skin, no sign of mercy between them. I should have been horrified, but instead, my heart fluttered with an unexpected thrill. They were tearing into each other over me. Well, not only me — over pride, over old grudges, over Lucian, over their beliefs. But I was still part of it, tangled in the web they had spun with their own hands. I crossed my arms and leaned against the cool wall beside the window, watching closely as they fought in their human forms. Neither shifted into their beasts, not yet. There was still restraint, but I could see it fraying at the edges with every punch and shove. Their faces were twisted in rage, sweat already dripping down their temples, muscles tight and strained. Guards sto
Kai’s POV -Flashback- The smoke still lingered in my mind. The ashes of the past — they never truly leave you. I remembered standing in the ruins of the once-mighty throne room, my chest burning with a pain no healer could soothe. The grand hall where my father, King Alexander Blackwood, had sat so regally on his throne, was nothing but charred rubble. The stench of smoke and death clung to my skin like a second layer. I could still hear the crackling of the flames in my ears, even though they had long since died out. The humans… those cursed humans. They had infiltrated our castle, slipping through like rats in the dark, and they had taken everything from us. Our father… our king… the pillar of our family. They had torn him from us without mercy. I had loved him more than words could describe, respected him beyond measure. And they took him from me. From all of us. I stood there, trembling, fists clenched at my sides until my nails pierced my palms. I di
Mira POV I stared at the high priestess, her words circling in my head like a storm I could not quiet. Me? Chosen? The savior? It sounded absurd. Completely ridiculous. I shook my head, my lips parting to protest before I even thought of the words. “No,” I said firmly. “You must be mistaken. I’m not anyone’s champion. I never asked to be, and I don’t want to be.” The high priestess’s face was as calm as still water, her eyes filled with patience, as though she had heard my rejection long before I uttered it. “Do not fear the destiny that has been placed upon you, child,” she said, her voice gentle, but it only tightened the knot in my chest. I took a step back, my heart pounding. “No,” I repeated, shaking my head again. “You don’t understand. I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this. I never wanted to be anyone’s savior. I have my own plans… my own goals.” The high priestess raised her hand, urging me to stay and listen. “Mira, remain calm,” she said softly, as thoug
Mira POV To me, the shrine looked less like a place of worship and more like a dark, towering fortress. Its extravagant height scraped the sky, and sharp spires clawed at the clouds like talons ready to tear them apart. The whole place gave off an ominous presence, not at all the peaceful, serene haven I had imagined. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I followed Rowan inside. The moment we stepped through the arching doorway, I felt eyes on me. Curious eyes, cautious eyes. Despite that, the people there greeted us with warmth, even reverence. The devotees dipped their heads respectfully, hands clasped together in front of them. It felt strange, to be welcomed so generously in a place Kai had always painted as dangerous. There were not many worshippers. Only a few knelt silently in prayer, their lips moving soundlessly as if afraid to break the brittle silence. Most of the others were disciples in simple robes, busy with tasks around the shrine, tending to the few
Rowan’s POV I started my morning like I did every other day, refusing to let the weight of everything happening around me crush my routine. I forced myself out of bed, dragging my body to the bath chamber. The cold water jolted me fully awake, as I scrubbed the restlessness from my skin. After drying off, I grabbed a few fruits from the silver tray on my table, chewing absently while staring at the wall, my mind lost in thoughts of Lucian. Lucian. Always Lucian. Damn it. I pushed the thoughts aside, at least for a moment, and stormed toward the training yard. I needed to burn off the suffocating weight sitting on my chest. I raced a few laps around the yard until my legs burned and my chest heaved, but even that wasn’t enough. Sweat dripped from my brow as I moved to lift the heavy stones lined up at the edge of the field. I hoisted them one after the other, the weight grounding me, keeping my mind from wandering to places I didn’t want it to go. Finally, I attac
Mira POV I stood there, caught like a child with her hand in the honey jar. My mind scrambled for a believable excuse, but there was none. Kai’s stare pinned me to the spot, sharp and expectant. I swallowed, realizing there was no point in lying anymore. “I was going to the shrine,” I confessed, lifting my chin slightly, trying to salvage my dignity. “To meet with the Voices of the Moon goddess.” His eyes darkened instantly, his jaw tightening. I could feel the storm brewing in him, the way his chest heaved slightly as he fought to control his reaction. “To do what exactly, Mira?” His voice was sharp, but beneath it, there was something else — something like disappointment. “After everything I’ve told you? You still thought it wise to go behind my back?” I hated the way guilt twisted in my chest, but I held my ground. “I needed to understand,” I shot back, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I needed to understand what the moon goddess was trying to tell me. You mig
Kai POV I stood on the balcony of my chamber, my eyes fixed on the distant horizon while my mind swirled in endless turmoil. No matter how many breaths I took, no matter how long I stared into the night sky, the heaviness in my chest wouldn’t ease. I gripped the railing harder until my knuckles turned pale. Lucian… my brother. My blood. I could feel it, the weakening of his life force, as though a string tied to him inside my soul was fraying thread by thread. The memories I had buried deep clawed their way to the surface, refusing to be silenced. It all began two years ago, though it felt like yesterday. Our fifth anniversary of becoming kings of Blackwood clan. The castle arena had been alive that day. Music, feasts, dancers swirling in their colourful robes, the smell of roasted meats filling the air. Chiefs, nobles, and councilmen from far and wide gathered, showering us with praise and wishes for long reigns. They laid down gifts at our feet, treasures of the
Mira Point of View. I couldn’t stop shaking. My father, Anton, stood by the carriage with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes daring me to protest.I wouldn’t, though. I never did. He had already made up his mind, and I couldn’t change it.“You’re going to do this, Mira,” he said coldly. “You are my child and It’s your duty to this family.”Duty.That word stung like a whip. What duty did I owe to a man who had hated me all my life?I swallowed hard, trying to steady my voice. “You’re selling me like I’m… cattle. Is this the duty you talk about?” I asked, holding back not to scream into his face.“You should be grateful,” he snapped. “The Lycan Kings are the most powerful beings in the realm. You’ll live like a queen there, and they’ll want nothing from you except children. You’ll have a purpose in their lives.”Purpose.My nails dug into my palms. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but I held my tongue.“If you say no, Mira,” he continued, his voice dropping, “you’ll be condemning you...
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