"What is a human like you doing in a werewolf tribe?" he asks, his piercing gaze fixed on me. I almost scoff but think better of it. His kind is ruthless, and the last thing I want is to land on the bad side of my new master. "If only your kind weren’t tearing mine away from our families and torture us for fun," I reply, my biting sarcasm still slipping through despite my best efforts to keep my anger at bay. He doesn’t flinch, nor does he lash out, which surprises me. Still, I don’t dare meet his eyes. "Would you like to go with me?" he asks after a long silence. That’s when I finally look up. "Goods like me don’t get choices, Alpha. We obey." ***** For twelve years, I’ve done everything to keep my head down and stay out of the way of my masters. I count the days until I can escape and have my freedom. It’s so close I can almost taste it, until that one night when I make a silly mistake. I spill a drink on an Alpha. "Alpha Kael, let me make amends for this terrible mistake the human made," Alpha Lucian declares. "I offer her to you as a gift from my heart!" Just like that, I find myself tossed from one ruthless Alpha into the hands of another.
Lihat lebih banyakKAEL A howl rips through the air, from deep within the Mist. I go rigid, my pacing halting instantly. My warriors and I stand at the edge of the cursed forest, unable to step forward, unable to do a damn thing. My hands curl into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms as anger burns through me like wildfire. I'm furious. At myself. At Olivia. At Lyra. I know Olivia didn’t physically force Lyra into the Mist. But I also know her well enough to understand that she manipulated the situation, goading Lyra into proving herself. And Lyra, stubborn, reckless Lyra never backs down from a challenge. Now, she is in there. Alone. I feel so useless not being able to help her. How could she have taken such a rash and stupid decision? Werewolves don't even survive in the Mist, not to mention a little human like Lyra. My warriors all stand guard, as if ready to fight. I'm going crazy, and I don't know what to do. Aiden watches me closely. I know his mind must be racing. No one reads me bett
OLIVIA "The Alpha is here!" one of the healers announces. A hush falls over the infirmary. Even the wailing mother of the sick boy cuts off mid-sob, as if fear itself has stolen the air from her lungs. My heart pounds violently in my chest as I prepare my mind for what to tell him and what will happen next. Surely, Kael is not going to hurt me for a human, I tell myself that over and over again. I am his kind, his people, his pack. No matter what, that should count for something. But when the seven-feet frame of Kael darkens the threshold of the healing room, all my confidence and assurances flee out of the window. Lyra is already gone. It’s too late. Even if someone informed him the moment she left, she is likely deep in the Mist by now. And while I'm afraid of the outcome of my orders to Lyra, I don't feel remorse for sending her there. She deserves whatever comes her way for not knowing her place. Still, my stomach knots at the way Kael’s gaze lands on me. Ice-cold. Void of
LYRA I fill the last jar with water and let out a breath of relief. The most difficult task for the infirmary is finally done. Stretching my sore arms, I make my way toward the chambers to check if there’s more work to be done. But before I can take another step, a sharp, piercing shriek cuts through the air. I freeze. The sound is raw and filled with terror. Instantly, the corridors come alive with frantic movement as healers rush out of various rooms, their hushed murmurs turning into frantic whispers. My heart pounds as I follow them toward the commotion outside. As soon as I step into the open courtyard, my eyes land on a woman collapsed on the ground, clutching a young boy in her arms. He looks no older than twelve, his limp body eerily still, his skin so pale he could be mistaken for dead. Only the slow rise and fall of his chest show he is still alive. "Get the boy quickly into the healing room!" Olivia orders. A few of the healers scramble forward, prying the unconscious
OLIVIA My hands clench into fists as I pace back and forth across the room. The air is thick with my anger, suffocating the already nervous healers huddled in the corner. They don’t dare speak, too afraid of drawing my wrath, and for good reason. I swear to the moon; I’m going to rip that human’s throat out. There is a rumor among the omegas. One of the servants who waits on me whispered the news as if she expected me to be pleased. Alpha Kael took the human to Moonlight Lake. They were alone together until the early hours of the morning. That alone is enough to make my blood boil, but the next part is what nearly sends me into a feral rage. Alpha Kael carried her in his arms. He let her sleep in his bed. His bed. His actual bed. I know Alpha Kael’s ways. I know the women from whom he draws sexual pleasures from at night before he sends them on their way. But never, not once, has he taken any of them into his chamber. No she-wolf has ever crossed that threshold, let alone slept in
LYRA I lie to the gammas, telling them that Alpha Kael sent for me, even though I have no idea where he is. They exchange uncertain glances, but they are clearly wary of disrespecting a direct order from their Alpha. Eventually, one of them tells me he is by Moonlight Lake. One of the gammas, a kind-looking man with graying temples, offers to escort me there. I nod, grateful for the help. He leads me through the back of the castle until we reach a garden. The night-blooming flowers release a faint and sweet fragrance into the cool air. He stops at the edge of the garden, where a narrow path leads into a montane meadow. "You go on from here," he says with a warm smile. "The Moonlight Lake is just ahead. I doubt Alpha would appreciate another company." "Thank you," I mutter, though my heart flutters with unease. If Alpha Kael doesn't want anyone else to come here, then what am I doing? What will he do when he realizes I've followed him? For a moment, I consider turning back before
LYRA Beta Aiden’s grip on my shoulders remains firm as he studies my face. "Are you alright?" he asks with concern. Not trusting my voice to hold steady, I simply nod and turn my focus back to the sparring match before us. The men clash, with their wooden swords slicing the air. But my eyes are locked on only one man. Alpha Kael moves like a storm, graceful yet devastating. Kingly. His body is honed and powerful and shifts effortlessly between offense and defense. His every strike and every step exudes dominance. I see the scars on his back and chest, but those do nothing to lessen his presence. If anything, they make him look even more beautiful. The first opponent barely lasts before Alpha Kael disarms him with a swift and brutal efficiency. He doesn’t just fight. He commands. Cheers erupt from the watching warriors. Another challenger steps forward. The cycle repeats, one after the other, and he defeats them with terrifying ease. "Is anyone ever going to beat him?" I mutter in
KAEL Aiden strides into the room, his sharp eyes darting between Lyra and me before he dips his head slightly. "Alpha." "Cut the formalities, Aiden. What have you got?" I say in a clipped tone. Aiden smirks before shifting his attention to Lyra. "Lady Lyra," he greets smoothly. Lyra gives him a small smile. "Please, just call me by my name." "If you will address me with mine," Aiden counters with a teasing glint in his eyes. I clear my throat, cutting off whatever ridiculous exchange is about to follow. Aiden’s gaze snaps back to me, amusement still playing on his lips. He moves to the chair beside Lyra and drops into it with an easy grace. "Let’s see what we’ve got here," he says, leaning over the map sprawled across the table. We dive into the discussion, analyzing every lead and dissecting each clue. Time slips by, and somewhere along the way, I forget Lyra is still here, until I catch the soft tilt of her head as it lolls to the side. I pause mid-sentence. Aiden follows
LYRA "Fighting isn’t about strength alone," Beta Aiden explains, circling me. "It’s about control, balance, and knowing when to strike." For the past four days, he has been relentless in his training, pushing me past my limits. We started with cardio and strength exercises, and while the first two days left me gasping for air and cursing every muscle in my body, I’ve begun to notice a change. My body doesn’t scream in protest as much, and I can keep up better. At first, the warriors barely paid me any attention, probably thinking I wouldn’t last a day. But on the second day, their curiosity got the better of them. They started watching, whispering amongst themselves, as if they were trying to figure out what to make of me. And yesterday... Yesterday, they clapped when I completed a grueling set of drills. They cheered for me. That was progress. Things don't improve at the infirmary, even though Olivia isn't there. They say Alpha Kael sent her to the borders to stay for seven days
LYRA I’m already up and ready when Beta Aiden knocks on my door. At my word, he steps inside, his usual teasing grin in place as his sharp eyes scan me from head to toe. "Ready?" he asks. "Born ready," I reply, straightening my shoulders. The training clothes provided for me are a bit oversized, the fabric is loose and slightly baggy, but they will do. I follow Aiden as he leads me through the winding hallways of the pack house. We pass a few omegas along the way, who bow respectfully to Beta Aiden before their gazes shift to me, filled with curiosity and silent speculation. I don’t question their stares. I already know what they’re thinking. A human wanting to train? How unheard of. But should it really be such a marvel? As we near the training grounds, a question itches at the back of my mind. I fight the urge to ask Beta Aiden about Alpha Kael. Where does he go every morning? Will he be at the training ground? The thought tugs at me, and I shake it off before I can dwell on i
LYRA It’s my eighteenth birthday today, and I can hear the merriment from the banquet hall. Werewolves are laughing, chatting, and probably shoving their faces full of food. It’s a festive night for them, and everyone seems to be in high spirits, everyone except for me. And their celebration has nothing to do with my birthday. No one cares about my birthday. I only keep track of the years because I like to know how long I’ve been stuck in this miserable cycle. A weak human slave like me isn’t allowed to be merry or join in any festivities. I only have one job: work, work, and then work some more. That is the only thing I’m good for in this werewolf territory. I wipe the plates clean and stack them on the rack to be taken to the banquet hall. Tonight, Alpha Lucian is hosting a party for one of the neighboring alphas visiting Shadowmoon Pack. Thinking about it almost makes me scoff. Werewolves love parties so much. But I can’t even blame them. They are always at war, so I guess th...
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