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Sebastian woke up earlier than expected, even though that was not what he wanted. He longed to spend more time in bed, holding Ara in his arms. But an enemy was at large and on his land. Their territory was known for being barbaric—rogues and beast-like—so some sought alliances with them for protection. Kalis was one of those who had done so. However, their alliance was unlike any other. Both Sebastian and Kalis were powerful alphas of two massive wolf packs, and neither was willing to surrender to the other. This led to disputes now and then. Kalis had come for a visit after hearing rumors that Sebastian, who rarely purchased anything, had bought a beta—something unheard of. Curiosity got the better of him, and he wanted to uncover what or who had piqued the interest of the cold-hearted barbarian alpha. Unfortunately for him, Sebastian was not pleased with this unannounced visit. Without hesitation, he summoned an urgent meeting, calling all his pack members together. Sebastian’
The grand hall was filled with the flickering lights, the sun casting it's lights like a shadow on the stone walls. The air was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. At the center of the room stood Sebastian, his beautiful long White hair dressed behind him in his seat. His piercing green eyes scanned the faces of the council members, each one a formidable figure in their own right. His mind troubled, feeling the uneasiness of his council. Their questionable look and all thanks to Kalis. Kalis , he lifted his head after the apology. His tall figure was the most admirable. underneath that beautiful face of his , there was sneed that only meant trouble. He began to question Sebastian again. "Sebastian," he began, his voice dripping with mockery, "you claim to lead us, yet you hesitate when it comes to dealing with our enemies. How can we trust you to protect our interests?" The prophecy is not only the elites enemy but ours to" Sebastian's jaw tightened,
Ara’s POV“I need to ease myself, and I can’t do that with you on me,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.The maid raised an eyebrow, her tone dripping with skepticism. “You said you wanted to explore the town, and now you want to ease yourself? Hmm, Miss…”“Voldine,” I finished for her, my voice steady.“Voldine,” she repeated, tilting her head as if the name rang a faint bell. “Hmm, that name sounds familiar, but it doesn’t matter. This is an order from our leader, I can’t go against it.”I sighed, disappointment settling in. My escape plan wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped. To make matters worse, I couldn’t even remember what had happened yesterday. It was all a blur, like I’d been in some kind of heat-induced haze.I paused, realizing my thoughts were spiraling. Get it together, Ara.The maid’s voice snapped me back to reality. “Ai, I hope you’re not in too much shock just because I didn’t do your bidding.”I shook my head. It was clear she didn’t like me. Her gaze
"A Red-Haired Woman""Is she a Promas?" someone whispered."That’s impossible. They’ve been gone for so long, no one even knows if they still exist," another voice replied.Ara was closer to the tavern now, and she could hear the murmurs and whispers behind her. Her appearance was drawing attention, and she knew it. She took a deep breath, deciding to ignore them, and stepped inside the tavern.The moment she entered, everyone turned to look at her. The scene before her was chaotic—men and women drinking, laughing, and dancing, some even half-naked. But as soon as she walked in, everything came to a halt.She gulped, not expecting such a reaction. She knew she had to keep moving forward, but the air was thick with the pheromones of Alphas, making it harder for her to think clearly. She had to stay strong if she wanted to avoid being captured by the men staring at her.Ara made her way to the counter and took a seat. As soon as she did, the music and dancing resumed, and she finally fel
Finally, I managed to escape the tavern with Sebastian’s help. He was undeniably strong—his presence alone spoke volumes. The moment he stepped into the tavern, the atmosphere shifted, and everyone seemed to fall under his command. I couldn’t help but notice the way he carried himself, exuding power and confidence. For a brief moment, fear gripped me as I watched the tall, bulky man collapse, choking on his own blood. But when Sebastian extended his hand to me, that fear melted into admiration. He treated me like a princess, gently taking my hand and guiding me out of the chaos. “My lady,” he called me, his voice smooth and flattering. I hadn’t expected such courtesy. Once we were outside, I finally got a proper look at him. There was something oddly familiar about him, though I couldn’t quite place where I’d seen him before. He initiated a conversation, and I considered asking for his help. But before I could, his demeanor shifted. He pulled me close, his grip firm. I i
My eyes snapped open, and I gasped for air, my hand instinctively reaching up to touch my face. I turned my head left and right, trying to orient myself.On my right stood an angry woman, her piercing glare fixed on me."You're finally awake," she spat. Her voice triggered a flood of memories from the previous night.I gulped. Even after losing consciousness, I had continued to thrust into her, driven by some primal urge. I had done whatever I wanted, and it still hadn’t been enough. I’d even chained her up. She must despise me more than ever now."Do you mind taking off these chains? I hate being tied up like an animal," she growled, her voice laced with venom.I sighed and got to my feet. As I turned to face her, she quickly covered her eyes, recoiling at my nakedness.I shook my head. "Why cover your eyes? You swallowed every inch of me last night. Why act shy now?""Pervert! Release me right now!" she shouted, her voice trembling with anger.I ignored her, grabbed some clothes to c
The Black Moon PackNotice: Sexual content (MxM). Read with caution.Brago was in a foul mood after a heated argument with his council. They had vehemently opposed his decision to call upon the Elite Pack, refusing to listen to his reasoning no matter how passionately he argued. Frustrated and furious, he sought solace in a more carnal distraction.He summoned his finest omegas, both male and female, lining them up before him. Franco stood dutifully at his side.“Franco,” Brago began, his voice low and commanding, “who among them do you find beautiful?”Franco hesitated, his eyes scanning the line of omegas before he sighed and replied, “None.”Brago raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What? None? They are all pleasing to the eye. Why claim none?”Suddenly, Franco stepped forward, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. He bowed deeply, his voice soft but firm. “I am more than worthy to serve you, Brago.”Brago was taken aback by Franco’s sudden boldness. This wasn’t the first time they had
Brago finally snapped out of his daze, his cheek stinging from the force of Kalis’s blow. He clenched his fists, his instincts screaming at him to retaliate, but one sharp glare from Kalis froze him in place. The air between them crackled with tension, thick and suffocating.“Don’t even think about it,” Kalis growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You deserved that—and more, you imbecile. I told you that if you ever decided to do anything, I should be the first to know. But of course, you went ahead and did whatever you wanted, didn’t you?”Brago blinked, confusion flickering across his face. “Huh? What are you talking about?”Kalis’s eyes narrowed, his frustration palpable. “I’m talking about the elite unit you called. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”Brago’s heart skipped a beat. His jaw tightened, and his fists trembled at his sides. “What? How the hell did you find out?” he demanded, his voice a mix of anger and shock.He had been so careful, so sure his plans were hidden
NOTICE: Sexual abuse and high violence scenes read with caution. The forest sprawled like a burial ground, thick with shadows. Over three hundred participants swarmed beneath its canopy, hunting and hunted. Alphas unleashed pheromones to assert dominance. Omegas wielded charms to survive, while Betas scrambled for scraps of safety. Some had formed temporary packs, though alliances frayed like rotting thread. Soon, even comrades would turn on one another. fanco trudged beside Rose, though “teammate” was too generous a term. Rose’s defiance crackled like static. “You shouldn’t have followed me here,” Rose snapped. Franco scanned the trees, jaw tight. “You think I wanted to? Stay close.” “If you’re so reluctant, then leave! I’ll make a fine feast for the Alphas.” Franco whirled on him. “I’m sick of this act. Being Brago’s favorite doesn’t mean I’ll cater to your whims.” Rose barked a laugh. “His favorite? Who does he summon every night? He fought to keep you out
Ara's POVI stood again in the arena of blades, where blood-soaked earth remembers all who dared step within. The stench, sharp as a broken promise, struck my senses.It was just as I remembered—the cries of the crowd, the roar of warriors.But this was no homecoming.I alone bore bow and arrow. No sword. No axe. No iron fang to clash with theirs. They laughed then, and they laugh still. Fools. Or maybe it is I who was fooled.I thought it a game. A test of bravery. Not this. Not death in the dirt.And him—Sebastian. I dared not meet his eyes. Shame is heavier than any shield.What fool enters a war of blades with feathered sticks?Would I survive long enough to make my plea? Would he remember me when I fall—if I fall?I shook the thought like snow from my shoulders. Of course he would. He is to be wed soon. And I—what am I but a fallen leader of a broken village?He is loved. And he loves them in return. His people. His duty. Not me.But when he spoke , Gods, when he spoke my
Gargath stood tall, troubled by Vaxar’s strange stillness. Her eyes did not storm, her voice did not rise. She made no quarrel with Sebastian for allowing Ara to join the sacred games. And to Gargath, this was not right. He stepped forward, his voice low but steady. "Vaxar… have I asked a foolish thing?" She smiled, cold and knowing. "Not foolish, Gargath. Just amusing. You see me as the villain if I agree, and still the villain if I do not." His eyes narrowed. "You've done something, haven’t you? I know you, Vaxar. No realm in all the nine worlds would find you pleased for Ara’s joy. You hate her. We all know it." Her face hardened. "I do not hate her. I bear her no ill." "Oh, spare me that tale," Gargath snapped. She stepped closer, her voice a whisper meant to strike. "Would you have me raise sword against the Alpha himself? You all would rise like a pack of wolves and tear me down. I wasn’t prepared for that… not yet." "Then why send Crystal to the maidens i
Present.. Two days ago.. Ara's POV I chose to walk the path of the brave. One day remained before the Bravery Games began, and the fire within me burned with unrest. Nia, my only tether to kindness, had been good to me. After I left her home last eve, she led me to a sacred grove where I could sharpen my skill with the bow. The morning passed slowly, and I waited for Vaxar to tire of mocking me, forcing me to labor beneath her cruel gaze. Sebastian was gone—again. Of course, he vanished when I needed him most. Was it truly coincidence? I doubted it. He gave them power—power to break me. Yet his presence, when near, still held warmth. A bitter warmth that wrapped around my throat like a noose. Why did he hate me so deeply? He slaughtered my kin. He named my father murderer. The truth haunted me. I craved it. Needed it. Not just to soothe the ache in my heart, but to forge the revenge I would one day exact. Perhaps one still lived. Perhaps not all was lost. “Focus, Ara,” Nia
Note: Events in this story are fictional and do not reflect actual Viking history. (900 AD – Before the Separation of Kingdoms) In the year 900 AD, before the Norse kingdoms split apart, there was one kingdom feared above all, Vikron. Its warriors were brutal. Their culture, violent. Yet, they were united. And at the center of that unity stood one man King Ragnor, named after the god of thunder himself. Ragnor led with blood and fire. His people raided distant lands, conquering village after village. The world feared them. No army dared to stand in their path, especially with the presence of The Elite Alpha, warriors said to be unstoppable. During the time of their greatest glory, King Ragnor introduced something new: a game of bravery. A game to find a mate. It was said, whoever won the game could ask anything of their Jael—the ruling council of elders and warlords. The people welcomed the game. It became tradition. But from this tradition… came destruction. During the
The man I once called saviour—he was no saviour. He was not what I thought. He was the brother of Sebastian’s betrothed. A twist I did not see.After the strike across my cheek, my eyes blurred, yet my ears did not fail me. I knew the voice that rose for me. And in that moment, I was glad.I dared not say his name aloud. If Vaxar knew, I feared death. Aye, I was fooled.Vaxar called him by another name. A name I had never heard. Not Lewis, not Raphael—who was he truly?At first, I thought it a mistake. But then I saw her—his sister. Colder than Vaxar, crueler still.Her voice was sharp with hate. She looked at me with scorn. Why such hate? She knew me not, yet hated me.Lewis—or Raphael—he stood for me once more, but his sister silenced him. He obeyed her like a dog to a master. I was punished again. But my heart did not break. I swore then—I would win Sebastian’s love. No matter what.So I defied Vaxar with my own will. I sought Nia. I begged for her aid.“What must I do
Ara's POV“It is not possible,” I said low. “I have not held bow nor arrow for long now. I am weak. This is not the way to win a man’s heart. I need him to fall for me—not to think of me as one brave enough to flee after.”She let out a long breath. “You do not understand. The one who wins the trial may ask the jael—the chieftain—anything. Even… to spend the night with him.”My heart jumped. “Huh?” I said, voice small. Heat rose in my cheeks. Spend the night with him? It would not be the first… yet it still felt like the first. It had been long.I cleared my throat. “I did not know of such a game.”“Of course you would not.”But I could not push away the strange feeling in my chest—the look in her eyes. Nia, the sweet little girl, now looked at me like a wolf. A fierce fire in her stare. Someone who seeks revenge.I wished to know the truth behind her help. She could have walked past me, left me to freeze in the rain. But she did not.“I know you spoke your reason for helping me,” I s
Ara's POV"Here she comes, the princess. She is finally here… almost naked."Vaxar's voice cut like cold wind.I turned, startled. I had not noticed—I was near-naked indeed. My thighs showed, bare to the wind. Shame took me, and I covered myself with trembling hands.The maidens giggled behind covered lips. The guards stared, their eyes dark with want.Then Vaxar raised her nose and sniffed.“Something burns,” she said.I turned quick, heart pounding.“Nay…”My hut. A pillar of smoke rose into the sky.“Ahhh! There is fire!” a maid screamed.“Guards! What do you wait for?!” Vaxar barked like a wolf. The guards obeyed, running toward the flames.But it was too late.The fire ate all. My bed. My blankets. My little chest of things. All turned to ash.I stood behind them. Silent. Ashamed. Awaiting judgment.Vaxar’s voice rang sharp.“Whose hut was this?! Who lit the fire?!”All eyes turned to me. I felt their gaze, heavy as stone.“So it was you,” Vaxar said, stepping near. “Why am I not
“Lewis, I think thou wert hasty in casting off our wedding. What if Sebastian turneth his heart? I cannot lose him, thou knowest this well.”Crystal held tight to her brother, whom she had sought in his lone hut, far from others.He had not looked for his sister’s coming, truth be told, he wished to see none. His thoughts wandered oft to Ara.Since the happening, she was like mist—seen no more.“Do you hear me, brother?”“Hmm?”Crystal scowled, seeing his mind was elsewhere.Lewis sighed and drew near.“Forgive me. Yet I deem it wise that thou and he come to know one another. Then, his heart will turn kind to you.”Crystal let out a breath, not taken by his words. She sat upon the wooden bed, arms folded.“He doth not feel as I do. Perhaps he seeth me as a sister still. I know not what path to take, brother. When he asked for my hand, I was full of joy. But seeing him now, the look in his eyes… I fear I dream a dream he shareth not.”Lewis sat beside her.“Speak not such. You are the f