CURRENT TIMESDALIAHAs we sat in the carriage, I looked at Liam. A torrent of emotions flooded my being as doubt and uncertainty clouded my mind. Could he truly accept me for who I am? Was he the regal king my departed father had spoken of, the one who had tenderly adopted me into his heart?As I stood there, surrounded by the watchful eyes of the wolves, my heart yearned for a love that defied all odds. I dared to dream of a love so pure and passionate, where the whispers of destiny would intertwine our souls.In the depths of my mind, I clung to the memory of my father's warm embrace, his loving words resonating like a guiding star. He had told me that one day, I would find my true mate, a love that transcended time and circumstance.My mate!Liam also looked at me. I didn't know if he could read my mind, but I hoped he knew how grateful I was. In that moment of collision, time seemed to stand still, and the world faded away, leaving only the two of us in a universe of our own.His
The carriage stopped on the mountain. Liam got down, looked at the house at the top and held out his hand for me to come down.I was afraid. I hadn't seen my brothers in a while, and I was scared. Meanwhile, I accepted Liam's hand and went downstairs. I believed he would protect me.Out of nowhere, his strong hands lifted me up in a bridal style. I gasped but did not protest.As his arms wrapped around me, a surge of electricity shot through my body. His touch ignited a fire within me, sending a rush of warmth to my cheeks.I could not help but blush, feeling both vulnerable and cherished in his powerful embrace.His eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, the world around us faded away. It was just him and me, bound together by an unspoken connection that seemed to transcend time itself.His words resonated in my heart, and I could not deny the comfort and security I found in his strong arms. "You are so tiny and weak. You will not be able to walk all that distance. I can carry yo
KING LiamShe did not know that I had been searching for her for too long...My father never died; he was a legend among our kind, born with four powers. As he aged, he had the audacity to ask me, his son, to take his position. And no one, I repeat, no one dared to reject the Alpha, for they all knew I was destined to inherit the throne eventually.But what sets me apart, what makes me a force to be reckoned with, is the fact that I was born with eight powers. Yes, eight. I am unparalleled, and none can even come close to rivaling my strength.In this world, being born with so many powers is unheard of. The common Alphas who possess a mere three powers prance around, content with being counselors or ministers, thinking they have reached the pinnacle of their abilities.Those born with four powers, like my dear old father, are supposed to battle for the throne, and the victor would become the ruling monarch.For me, becoming a king was beneath my potential. I have heard tales of King L
As the wise old man stood before us, I wasted no time in issuing my command, my voice steady and assertive. "Drake, gather all the pack ministers in one hour from now. And rest assured, you will personally lead me to Daliah's room," I said with a hint of a smirk, exuding confidence in my authority.Drake's expression shifted from uncertainty to surprise as he spoke, "Yes... Sure, Your Highness. Her room is next to mine. She's my little sister, actually. Did not you know that she was my adopted little sister?"And there the lies started to flow in the air. Drake underestimated me.As I looked into Drake's eyes, I could sense the fear and guilt lurking within him. His attempt to hide the truth from me was futile, for my powers allowed me to see beyond mere words.With a smirk, I teased, "Did not you know that I have eight powers, Drake? I know everything."His face paled, and he stammered, "I... I did not mean to hurt her. It was just... I was angry, and she disobeyed me."I let out a c
Snapping my fingers to grab their attention, I announced, "Well, now that all of you are here, I have something to say. I found my mate in this kingdom. Her name is Daliah, the adopted princess," I grinned proudly.Drew interjected, "She's my little sister. Your Highness, you've honored her and us by accepting her as your mate."I burst into hysterical laughter, but it had a sharp edge to it as I mocked his words, "What the fuck, Drew! Now you are calling her your sister? Yet all of you kicked her, forced her to sleep on the kitchen floor, and made her work as a maid!"Their worried expressions confirmed that they were wondering how I knew all of that. I continued to explain, "As I mentioned before, I have the power to read the past and fears. By looking into all of you, I know exactly what you have done to her. However, I've decided to forgive all of you."They visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but I quickly raised my index finger, adding, "In one condition."Drake and Drew widened
"There, there, my dear," he murmured, his voice a soothing melody. "You still have many chapters to write in the book of your life. The pain you carry will transform into strength, and happiness will find its way to your heart."His words were a comforting embrace, an assurance that even amidst the darkest shadows, there existed a path toward the light. The old man's embrace held a timeless wisdom, a promise that the scars of the past would not define the chapters yet to unfold.As he continued to stroke my hair, a sense of warmth and security settled around us. "You still have destinies to shape and moments of pure joy awaiting you," he added, his voice carrying a certainty that transcended the boundaries of the present.In that moment, beneath the moonlit canopy, I found solace in the old man's embrace. His words whispered hope into the corridors of my heart, and the weight of the nightmares began to fade. The gentle caress of his hand was a reminder that, despite the darkness, ther
"Daliah, please, listen to me. I did it all out of love, to protect you," he pleaded, attempting to justify the years of abuse. But his words fell on deaf ears, and the twisted sense of love he professed only intensified my repulsion.Drake, relentless in his pursuit, continued to move forward. His words, laced with desperation, reverberated through the room, but I tuned them out, focusing solely on finding a means of defense. My hand brushed against a small table, and I seized a decorative figurine, its weight providing a meager sense of reassurance.With the makeshift weapon in hand, I faced Drake's relentless approach. His eyes, clouded with a mix of emotions, betrayed a manic determination that sent shivers down my spine. As he lunged forward, I sidestepped, the reflexes honed by years of navigating his unpredictable rage.The dance between predator and prey unfolded in the confined space, the room bearing witness to a struggle that transcended the physical. Each step I took in re
The castle's exterior was a symphony of stone and ivy, adorned with intricate carvings that told stories of bygone eras. As we approached, the massive wooden doors, adorned with glistening metalwork, swung open, revealing the breathtaking sight that awaited within.As grand doors of the castle swung open, revealing the opulent interior that awaited us. Liam, with regal grace, pressed a tender kiss to my forehead before turning towards the halls of the royal chambers."Wait for me in the audience chamber, my dear Daliah. We have much to discuss," he said, his voice carrying a mixture of authority and affection.The entrance hall, adorned with rich tapestries and polished marble floors, echoed with the hallowed whispers of history. Crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow upon the regal surroundings. Portraits of monarchs long past adorned the walls, each gaze seemingly following our every move.I nodded, watching him disappear into the depths of th
His apology cut through the silence like a knife, piercing straight to the core of my wounded heart. And as I looked into his eyes, filled with genuine remorse and regret, I felt a glimmer of hope flicker within me — a fragile beacon of possibility amidst the darkness of our shared pain."I understand," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of our surroundings. "But I need you to understand, Liam. I need to feel like more than just a possession, like more than just someone to be protected. I need to feel like your equal, your mate."His gaze never wavered as he reached out, his fingers gently brushing away the tears that stained my cheeks. "You are more than that, Daliah," he assured me, his voice filled with a quiet resolve. "You are my everything.""I was so afraid of Drake and Drew. Please, Liam, don't make me afraid of you," I pleaded, the words spilling from my lips in a desperate rush.Liam's expression softened, his gaze filled with understanding and remorse as h
With that final revelation, he vanished into the embrace of the trees, his form swallowed by the ethereal blue mist that had accompanied him throughout our encounter. And I watched him fade into the distance.With a heavy heart, I turned my gaze to the fallen bodies scattered amidst the shadowed depths of the forest. I approached Allan's lifeless form, his once-vibrant spirit now stilled by the cruel hand of fate.Gently, reverently, I lifted Allan's body, cradling him in my arms with a tenderness born of comradeship and brotherhood. With each step, the weight of his sacrifice pressed heavily upon me, a silent reminder of the cost of our struggle.With a sense of purpose, I began the solemn journey back to where we had left the horses, the rhythm of my footsteps echoing the steady beat of my heart. Through the dappled light of the forest, I navigated the winding path, each step a testament to the bond that had bound us together in life and now in death.**I passed through the imposi
With a renewed sense of purpose, I lunged forward once more, my jaws snapping at Drew's throat with a ferocity born of desperation.In that moment, as our fates collided amidst the moonlit shadows, I knew that only one of us would emerge victorious from this savage duel. And as the scent of blood and the taste of vengeance filled the air, I vowed to fight with every fiber of my being until the bitter end.With a primal snarl, Drew attempted to retaliate, his own wolf form bristling with fury. But I was a wolf of unmatched strength, fueled by a burning determination to emerge victorious. With a swift and powerful movement, I deflected his attack, my jaws closing around his throat with a vice-like grip.Drew's eyes widened in shock and desperation as my razor-sharp teeth tore through flesh and sinew, rending his throat with a savage ferocity. A guttural, choked cry escaped his lips, but it was too late. The life force drained from him in a crimson torrent, his body collapsing limply t
Blood mingled with the damp earth, painting the ground crimson as fallen soldiers lay strewn among the twisted roots and tangled undergrowth.With every swing of our swords, the metallic clang of steel reverberated through the air, drowning out the desperate cries of the wounded and the dying. But the enemy was relentless, their numbers seemingly endless as they surged forward with reckless abandon. I gritted my teeth against the pain in my leg, pushing through the agony as I slashed and parried, my mind consumed by the primal instinct to survive.The clash of weapons was deafening, the air thick with the acrid scent of sweat and fear. I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, driving me onward even as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm me.Blood sprayed in all directions, painting the trees and underbrush with gruesome splatters of crimson.Beside me, Allan fought with equal ferocity, his face contorted into a mask of primal rage as he dispatched our foes with lethal p
"In there," I directed my gaze towards the imposing silhouette of the castle. "Rests something more precious than our lives combined," I said, a sense of determination underlying my words. "Protect her at all costs," I ordered, the weight of responsibility heavy in my tone.A collective nod rippled through the soldiers, their resolve mirrored in their eyes.With a swift motion, I mounted the white steed, the tension of the impending peril coursing through my veins. Beside me, Allan took his place upon the gray horse, his posture reflecting the gravity of our mission.As we set off into the night, the looming darkness seemed to swallow us whole, our fate intertwined with that of the precious life we vowed to protect.We plunged deeper into the eerie embrace of the dark forest. The oppressive atmosphere was palpable, thick with the wizard's malevolent magic. A suffocating fog clung to the air, shrouding our path in a veil of uncertainty, while the damp ground squelched ominously beneath
I woke up the next day to the melodious sounds of birds. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was alone in Liam's room. The doors and curtains were carefully closed. I got up and walked to the balcony door, only to find it locked with no visible key. I changed my clothes and attempted to open the main door leading to the hallway, but it was also securely locked."Hello?" I exclaimed, bewildered. Hearing the sound of locks being undone, a soldier finally opened the door."Good morning, Queen," he greeted."What is this? Was I locked in?" I questioned, incredulous."These are the king's orders," the soldier mumbled, seemingly confused.Surveying the hallway, I noticed the presence of so many guards that I couldn't count them. A strange sense of confinement began to set in, prompting me to question the reasons behind Liam's decisions.Each closed door echoed with a stifling silence, and the guarded expressions of the inhabitants heightened the palpable tension that clung to the air. The
fear."If the wizard intends to strike at me, he knows precisely whom he has to target: you," he explained with a grave expression. "Get dressed. I need to consult with Allan, and you're coming with me." Liam's tone brooked no argument as he spoke, and I couldn't shake off the sense of impending danger that hung in the air.**A few minutes later, we found ourselves in the regal expanse of the throne room. Morphez, Allan, Liam, and I stood together, the gravity of the situation etched on our faces, as we faced the imminent threat that loomed over the kingdom."I can't believe it. I couldn't imagine the jewelry would be worn so soon," Daniel said, blaming himself."I hoped that wouldn't happen. The wizard wasn't a problem I wanted to deal with right now," Liam murmured, running his hands through his hair."It was my fault. I was busy exchanging barbs with the elk Marco, and I wasn't thinking about the problems that the stolen jewels would bring us," Daniel sighed, throwing himself into
Then, in a jolt, I awoke, my heart pounding erratically, still echoing with the remnants of the overwhelming nightmare.In the dimly lit room, an eerie silence filled the air. The slightly open doors drew my attention to the balcony, veiled by closed curtains. Behind the drapes, a shadowy figure remained motionless.An unsettling tension pulsed through me as I cautiously stood up, compelled by the mysterious presence on the other side of the billowing curtains. The room seemed to shrink, amplifying the irregular thudding of my heart. Each step intensified the unseen force, creating an ominous atmosphere that quickened my breath.The anticipation reached its peak as I approached the balcony, the room saturated with a blend of dread and curiosity. The curtains, like ethereal dancers, swirled, hinting at the enigma beyond. Shadows played tricks, conjuring images of a phantom suspended in time.Summoning courage, I parted the curtains. A gasp caught in my throat as the balcony revealed
Liam, seated on the throne, observed the unfolding scene with a measured gaze. His eyes flickered between me and the elders, gauging the atmosphere. The quietude was pregnant with unspoken implications, and it fueled the unease that pervaded the room.As the seconds ticked by, the elders seemed to come to a collective understanding. A nod from Elder Marco signaled a reluctant acceptance of my perspective, though skepticism still lingered."Very well pointed out, queen. Now tell me, why does the invader want to get our attention? You suggest that, first, he invaded the kingdom, then he killed Elder Krew. Lastly, he broke into my room and stole the jewels of wizard containment. What does the invader want?" Marco asked, leaning forward and staring at me threateningly."I do not..." I began, but Daniel's voice resonated with urgency, cutting through the air:"The wizard's containment gems?" Daniel practically shouted."Yes, beta. The jewels that were stolen were Magdar's jewels," Marco re