He was the untouchable, unstoppable Alpha King, beauty and power forged into a single man; commanding attention wherever he went. She was the untouched, ugly, rogue wolf, surviving on scraps and living in shadows. He was tainted and evil, known to bend the will of even the demons, while she was pure and innocent, going around spreading warmth in a word that had shown her none. He needed a Bride to dispose off without regret. She needed a man to love her for her beauty within. Can the beauty thaw the ice stone heart of the beast?Or will she be a lamb, laid down at the altar, deceased?
Lihat lebih banyakKillain’s POVMore.Deeper.Mine.The words ricochet in my skull as Ragnar sinks his canines deeper, his jaw locked, his body trembling with something more than just possession. A primal urge—dark, twisted, insatiable—breeds in his bones.He's never been this way before. He despises she-wolves. Their scents repulse him, their touch is filth.Especially after her.But this one?He’s different with her. His rage is not just rage—it’s something sick, possessive, obsessive. And I know why. That sight. That fucking sight.Her, helpless beneath those vermin. Their filthy, lecherous eyes eating her up like prey.She was supposed to be mine.Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Mine.So I let Ragnar have his way. Let him claim her in the only way that matters. Let him ruin her so she remembers who she belongs to.But then—She goes still.Her white fur, once untouched, is now tainted. Blood-red. Her body limp.I feel the first twinge of something unpleasant crawl into my gut."Ragnar, enough."A de
I didn’t get the chance to shift.Because death came first.A shadow tore through the trees, a blur of darkness moving faster than thought, faster than fear itself.The rogues barely had time to react.One moment, they were leering, salivating, circling me like scavengers—The next, their bodies were flying.Ripped apart.Slaughtered.I couldn’t even track his movements. He was lightning, striking without warning, without mercy. Teeth sank into flesh, bones cracked, blood splattered. My white fur turned crimson, warm and wet, soaked in the remnants of his violence.A sickening crunch.A howl cut short.Then—silence.I gasped, my breath ragged, my body trembling.The scent of death curled thick in the air.And above me, standing tall,his massive black frame blocking out the moon—Was him.The black wolf.Power coiled through every muscle, a force too deadly to be restrained. His paws crushed the earth beneath them, his jet black fur glistening with the blood of those he had just ended.
Eve’s POV I don’t know how long Luna has been running. Hours probably? Time had blurred into nothing and the sound of her ragged breaths and the violent pounding of her paws against the earth was the only sound I have been hearing. The cold night air burned in our lungs, each inhale sharp, each exhale heavier than the last. She ran without looking back. Through rivers, across borders, past territories I didn’t recognize. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except putting as much distance between us and him. I knew there was no escape from him. He will find us eventually. But Luna didn’t know that. She was naive, like I was earlier. She didn’t wanted to give up without a fight. I admire her bravery. Her will. But in the past few weeks, I have realised that when it comes to Kill. All these things feel too minuscule. We were nothing in front of him. Harsh , but it’s real. He can crush someone like me within seconds without feeling a beat of pity. Even kill me, i
“Don’t say that, Eve. You are beautiful inside and out. Believe me." Her voice echoed in my mind, soft yet certain. My eyes burned. This was the first time someone had ever called me beautiful. My own wolf. "Thank you, Luna. Do you want to take control?" Silence. She didn’t agree right away. My brows furrowed. Why? And then I saw the reason. Him. Something flickered in Killain’s gaze. A moment. Barely a second. Something unreadable, something dark. Then, just as quickly, it was gone. He rose to his feet, movements slow, deliberate, calculated. A predator taking his time. I tried to stand, my legs buckling beneath me, my new form still foreign. The ground tilted, breath unsteady, and then—Killain was there. Boots crunching against the dirt to stop in front of me. The scent of smoke clinging to him. His silver eyes were molten steel. Angry. I didn’t even do anything. Why the hell were his boxers always in a twist? Wait. Did he even wear boxers— A rough h
The next entire day was wasted with just one feeling.Dread.It was evening. The night was thick with the scent of sweat and earth, the air thrumming with the raw energy of testosterones as I step towards the training grounds. Vast open area sprawled before me with a sea of shifting shadows beneath the cold moonlight. Men—bare, gleaming, their bodies slick with exertion—moved in violent unison, grunts and growls blending with the rhythmic crunch of feet against dirt.And at the center of it all, towering and immovable like a god of war, stood Killain.“ Again! Faster!”His voice was a whip, sharp and merciless, lashing through the night. Every command was met with immediate obedience, every syllable dragging submission from those before him. The men flinched under his gaze, muscles coiling in tense reverence and I was not immune to him.Gulping, I forced my feet forward, each step heavier than the last. The clock had struck eight. I would not be late. I could not afford those stup
I hurried down the halls, each step a frantic whisper against the marble, my breath shallow, uneven. My pulse hammered, thrumming in my ears as I reached my chambers and shoved the door closed behind me. The lock clicked into place, and I sagged against the wood, pressing my forehead against its cool surface. A shuddering breath left my lips.I was safe.I was back.No one knew.Zane.I swallowed hard, clenching my hands into fists. His name was a brand in my mind, seared into my very being. The ghost of his touch still lingered, scorching and sweet, a temptation I should have never given into.A mistake.A beautiful, intoxicating mistake.My fingers moved up before I could stop them, grazing my lips—still swollen from his kiss. A sharp exhale left me as my chest heaved, torn in two. My heart and mind waged war, brutal and unrelenting.It felt so right.Yet so wrong.I should forget him.But how could I, when his touch still clung to my skin like a whispered sin? When my body trembled
We both continue to stare at each other, as if struck by the brutal hand of fate itself.I can hear my own heartbeat hammering in my ears. Then, a voice.His voice."Mate?"The single word ignites something inside me—something that had been long dead. Something I’ve never felt before.My wolf.She growls in my mind, a sound of unfiltered happiness, of longing fulfilled. A surge of something raw and overwhelming rushes through my veins, making my knees tremble.No.This can’t be happening.Mate.I never thought I’d be gifted with one. Never dared to dream of it. And yet, there he stands—handsome, powerful, wealthy. Everything a girl could ever wish for. Everything I was never meant to have.My breath catches as he moves.Deliberate. Unhurried. As if he has all the time in the world to reach me.And the world holds its breath. The chaos around us fades into nothingness. Every eye is on us, watching the cruel, inescapable design of fate unfold before them.One step.Two.His eyes do not
Eve’s POVThe night air was damp with the lingering scent of rain as I moved through the shadows, every step careful, every breath controlled. My heart pounded against my ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm as I watched over my shoulder again and again.No one was following me. I sneaked out from the castle without a trace.The realisation made a deep sigh leave my lips.But a strange nagging stayed in my chest. Something doesn’t feel right. It somehow seemed too easy to escape the most guarded place in the world.I was over thinking.Shrugging my shoulders, I look ahead and the crumbling structure at the edge of the city enters my vision.It was barely standing, but to those inside, it was home.Just like it was for me.I may have become the Queen of the werewolves. Wife of the Werewolf King of kings. But this was still my home.Something I could call my own.Slipping through the broken doorway, I barely had time to take in the familiar, dimly lit room before a cry rang out."Eve!"Before I
Average human reflex is 250 milliseconds.For werewolves, it’s around 100.But with him, it was even faster.Before I could even react to his words, my chest was slammed against the wall, my hands pinned above my head. The silence between us hums, thick with tension, the only sound audible being the relentless drum of my heartbeat.My cheek presses against the cold wall, and I can feel his presence hovering behind me—an oppressive weight that leaves no room for defiance. Damn it. This is getting worse."I’m telling you, I’m not lying—""Shhh. Another word, little mouse, and I won’t mind shutting your pretty little mouth like last time."Memories of his thumb forcing my mouth open flicker through my mind, making my body freeze. I bite my lip to swallow the words I almost foolishly let slip.Damn it!It was a threat, yet why does it knot my stomach and wet the space between my thighs?The air crackles between us, charged like the storm outside. That’s when I feel his fingertips ghost ov
“ They say the souls rejected by the world are loved by the God.And he?He was her God.” …….Her - The Prey The Stolen Apple I gripped my shawl tightly, letting it drape over half my face as I navigated the bustling fruit market. The crowd pushed and jostled me from all sides—a blessing in disguise. With a quick glance at the distracted shopkeeper, my hand darted under the shawl, and an apple disappeared into its folds. Stealing wasn’t righteous—I knew that. But when survival is the only game, morals become a luxury. I bit my lip nervously, stealing another glance at the shopkeeper. Still chatting with a customer. Thank the moon goddess. Saved. A pear caught my eye next. It had been ages since I’d tasted something sweet. My stomach growled at the memory. I slid it into my makeshift pouch, followed by a few tomatoes. Before long, my hands were full. A victorious smile tugged at my lips. For the next few days, at least, hunger wouldn’t claw at m...
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