THE ARRIVAL.
Kyra.
Eighteen; the age when most girls were dreaming of prom dresses and college acceptance letters but for me it was a countdown to a fate I couldn't escape.
It all began like a dream. Just yesterday I was told I was going to pay for a debt I did not owe.
I stood looking out of my window watching the early morning rain send pangs of sound on the roof making me shiver as I waited for him.
As the clock struck 12:00 in the afternoon as if the rain was waiting for it to make a shrill sound, the sound of rain pounding against the windows suddenly began to pour slowly.
I have spent the eve of my birthday drowning in my fears, in my memories and in my diary.
I stared down at my beautiful designer dress, a sense of uneasiness settled over me like a suffocating blanket
It seems like I was lost in my thoughts or lost down memory lane for as soon as the sun began its journey through the sky there was a knock at my door.
I froze my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to summon the courage to answer ,with trembling hands I made my way to the door, my pulse raising with each step.
I pulled the door open ,standing before me was Rosa giving me her best smile and beneath those eyes I could see pain.
Mother was gone and was quickly buried in the family tomb,it was something which was done in a hurry ,in order not to disturb the peace of the Pack, only a few wolves were attendant.
She gave me a knowing look and I knew what it meant . I glanced back at my pink colored room giving it a last stare.
“He's there.” Came the short reply.
I nodded numbly as I followed her downstairs ,my legs shaking beneath me. I was hoping to fall down and wake up from this dream but instead we reached the bottom of the stairs without that happening.
My heart pounding in my chest as fear and confusion rolled around me.
I couldn't share the feeling of dread that lingered in the air like a heavy flog
I thought about my mate. Will he be cruel? Will he treat me like trash ? The thought alone made me shrink.
“He's waiting for you in the drawing room.” Rosa said softly her tone stunged with sympathy
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest as I followed her down the hallway,it still felt like a lead weight dragging me closer to a fate I couldn't escape from.
But I wished I had a choice to say no, to run away. I wanted to ask a thousand questions. Why didn't mother pay him off?
Why me ? why I was I chosen as a form of collateral
Every wolf has a mate but mine was a stranger. I couldn't knock out the feeling of fear in me ,couldn't knock out the feeling of dread descending in me
I was cold and alone and Rosa was the only family I had left in the whole world
Most of the maids had left yesterday leaving the house cold and empty.
When we reached the drawing room, Rosa stood at the doorway giving me reassuring smile before stepping aside to let me enter
I took a deep breath and try smoothing non-existent wrinkles on my dress, staging myself for whatever lay beyond as I stepped into the room.
He stood by the window, his back to me as he looked at the greenfield and the rain pouring down slowly.
The light overhead cast long shadows across the room and blurred his features.
“Kyra.” He said in one slow and commanding tone without turning to face me .”I have been waiting for you .”
I felt a shiver run down my spine and the sound of his voice was deep and silky, a kind of voice that will make you want to dance, so sexy.
I shook my head
What was wrong with me ?
The air crackled with tensed silence
“I have come for you .” He continued
I tried to speak, to protest but the word formed in my throat like a bubble that refused to burst .
Slowly he turned around to face me and I gasped.
I was met with a sight that stole my breath away. I couldn't breathe.
There staring at me was the most handsome man I have ever seen ,his eyes were piercing shade of blue, cold and calculating as it bored into me
His jaw was set in a firm line which led into a thin sexy lips
There was a sense of nobility in his demeanor as he towered over me making me look like a dwarf .
He was strikingly handsome and I, the prettiest girl in High School look like one of Cinderella's ugly sisters
He was older than me though but he's young features gave him away
I stood there staring at him like a Greek god which he was .
“Who are you ?” I managed to say after minute of silence my voice barely audible above a whisper
He regarded me with a cool expression, his sexy lips turning up in a faint smirk .
“ I am your mate .” He said simply
My heart did a little pounding and I stared at this perfect being .
Mate .the word a cold in my mind before I could respond. A soft voice broke in.
“He is Alpha Damon Salvador.”
Rosa introduced and he gave a small nod his hands clasped behind him and his charcoal expensive suit hugged his biceps that I feared they could tear out any moment from now
I tore my gaze from him and glanced at Rosa, grateful for the distraction.
“I'm sure your mother told you of the debt which you have to pay?”
I couldn't nod my head felt so heavy all of a sudden
“She had been briefed all about that.”
Rosa came to my rescue again
AWAY. Kyra. “Very well then .” He said then turning to Rosa in a slow prideful kind of way,he asked “Has she been prepared to come with me ?’“certainly.” Rosa replied almost immediately there was a kind of sadness in her eyes as she looked at me and held my hands gently. “You'll be going with him darling.”She said “I… I don't understand.” I stammered my voice barely more than a whisper .”Going with him to where?” I asked.The loosk from him and Rosa made me realized that my question was stupid “To his Pack , Bloodshadow Pack.” Rosa answered Normal me would have protested, stamped my feet on the floor and throw tantrums, but I don't know what was happening ,as if a spell had been cast on me. I couldn't do anything just staring at him .My heart kept on pounding I couldn't understand what was going on .I wanted to go back to sleep, go back to the dream and wake up on my own and realize today was Monday and that I was having a chemistry test which I didn't prepare for becaus
REFUSAL. Damon. The scene blurred into a green and brown haze as I gazed out my window. My mind was elsewhere, focused on the slender, blonde girl sitting next to me. Kyra. My mate. My debt collector. When she found out that she wasn't giving up her old life, I couldn't help but think of the look on her face. Tears, desperation, and resignation. It was almost palpable, that's for sure. I felt a sense of guilt, but my reasoning quickly put it to rest. After all, this was a business transaction. Debt owed, debt paid. The car slowed, and I turned my attention to the sprawling estate in front of us. My mansion in Bloodshadow Pack was a marvel of modern architecture and it blended perfectly with nature. As Kyra saw the graciousness and beauty of the mansion, the manicured lawn, as well as sleek black cars parked in the driveway, I sensed her awe. I extended my hand to Kyra while we spoke.“ You'll receive the best possible treatment." I said but her mind was also faraway,a
THE OTHER SIDE OF HIM.Kyra. 'Why am I here?' I blurted out, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. The Alpha – my mate, as he had so boldly declared – turned to face me, his piercing gaze cutting through the silence that had settled between us. "You're here because you're mine, Kyra," he said, his voice calm and measured. My heart raced, the weight of his words on my shoulders like a heavy load. "I've never agreed to that," I said weakly, the futility of my arguments already took a step closer, and I instinctively stepped back, my back hitting the ornate doorframe of the lavish bedroom he had shown me. "It's not important," he told her, his voice low and menacing. "Your mother's debt has been settled, and you are now my property." I swallowed hard, and my throat dry with fear. "It's unfair," I said, my eyes begging him to see the turmoil that engulfed me. "My dear," he replied, a hint of amusement lacing his voice, "life is rarely fair. He added, a hin
MODIFICATIONS. Kyra. Kyra's perspective.The Bloodshadow Pack mansion's large windows let me plenty of natural light, but it didn't lessen the weight in my chest. Now, in spite of its opulence, my new home felt like a gilded cage. I could not help but feel the weight of the life I was thrust into as I dressed in the clothes that were provided for me—a deep blue dress that was elegant but simple and devoid of any of the pink or glitter I normally loved. I snapped out of my trance by a tap on the door. Glancing across, I noticed a young lady dressed as a maid. She gave a small bow before continuing.Miss Kyra, good morning. I'm Eliza, and I've been tasked with helping you in any way you require. I faked a modest smile at her. "Eliza, thank you. I suppose I should find out where the dining room is first. Eliza nodded, her face kind and perceptive. Naturally, Miss. Kindly go with me. While meandering through the never-ending hallways lined with pictures of past Alphas and Lunas, my t
REVEALING THE SECRETS OF THE PACK. Kyra. The days flew by in a haze of solitude and pleasure. Even though I was surrounded by luxury, I still felt confined by the massive Bloodshadow mansion's walls. Damon's behavior continued to be erratic, alternating between extended periods of benevolence and brusque moments of kindness. I was caught in the crossfire of a man obviously divided between duty and passion. The only thing I could do was explore the mansion. I found elaborate chambers and undiscovered nooks, each more magnificent than the last. I was stuck feeling like a prisoner in a gilded cage despite the grandeur. Everything was dominated by Damon, who served as a continual reminder of my situation.One evening, I decided to go for a walk in the vast gardens of the mansion after another uncomfortable dinner with Damon. The air was heavy with the aroma of budding flowers and the cool night air. It provided a much-needed break from the stress that seemed to follow me around. I sa
REVERBERATIONS OF THE PAST. Kyra. After making this discovery late at night, I had a fresh sense of purpose in the days that followed. My resolve to find out the truth was fueled by Damon's cryptic warnings and the private talks I had overheard. I looked through the library of the mansion for hours, trying to find anything that might explain my involvement here or the reason behind Damon's mother's enigmatic debt. I was perusing the shelves one afternoon when I noticed an ancient, leather-bound journal nestled among some worn-out volumes. The pages had yellowed with age and the cover was tatty. I opened it to the first page out of curiosity. The words were hardly readable despite the exquisite yet fading script.As I read, it became evident that Isabella Blackwood, Damon's mother, was the owner of the journal. Her journals were replete with details of her upbringing, hardships, and intense affection for her family. But the tone changed as I read on. The entries became more sinist
BETRAYAL'S SHADOW.Kyra. Xander, Rosa, and I were crowded together in the darkened chamber, feeling as though a heavy blanket of secrets pressed down on us, making it feel oppressive. Our already tenuous predicament was further heightened by Xander's unexpected entrance, whose intentions and allegiances remain a mystery. I couldn't get rid of the uneasy sensation that was nibbling at the edges of my thoughts as we talked about our next moves. I was taken aback by Xander's abrupt presence and wondered what part he played in the complex web of betrayals and alliances that surrounded us.However, there was no time for uncertainty or delay. Every second that passed put us in danger since the scrolls we had found held the key to lifting the spell that chained Damon's family. We started interpreting the old manuscripts with Xander's reluctant help, trying to piece together the complex ceremony that would perhaps rescue us from our predicament. The anxiety in the room increased as the ho
SHADOW DANCE.Kyra. As we assembled in the center of the Bloodshadow Pack, the historic ceremonial grounds glowing softly in the moonlight, the night air was thick with expectation. Every member of the pack was taut with expectation as we got ready to face our fate head-on. The air crackled with energy. With his powerful presence, Damon attracted the attention of everyone in the area around him. As he got ready to guide us through the ceremony that would hopefully lift the curse that had followed his family for many centuries, his eyes glistened with resolution.But a feeling of unease gnawed at the corners of my thoughts as I stared at him. Damon had a darker side that he opted to keep hidden from the rest of us beneath his tough appearance. I felt that he was keeping secrets from me that may destroy our tentative connection, no matter how hard I tried to shake it. However, I had little time to ponder about my doubts. We had to give everything we had to channel the ancient power th